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Dare Hotel and Spa

After leaving Colorado on Monday, Eve and Remy had made
stops in Utah and Carson City. It’d been a blast. They slowed down a little.
Remy let her drive his truck more often and a few times she’d read aloud from
her Kindle during particularly long treks.

At night they’d climb into the camper, bunk down, make love
and talk for hours. It was heaven. Remy was sweet and kind, confident and
strong, all at the same time. He was the kind of man her father would approve
of if he ever gave him a chance.

To her dad, Remington Sinclair was just a ghost hunter, a
man who couldn’t possibly offer a woman such as herself a long-term commitment
or a stable home. That was ridiculous. The
New England Paranormal
Investigators
were successful and this trip to Dare was meant to expand
their horizons to the national level.

Miraculously, during the conversations she’d had with her
father whenever she and Remy stopped somewhere on their journey to Nevada,
she’d started convincing him that the research was legitimate. She didn’t know
if her dad would ever believe in ghosts outright, but he didn’t scoff about it
or call it trivial.

Finally, late this morning they’d packed the truck for the
next stop in their itinerary, Dare, Nevada. Fortunately, they wouldn’t have to
move for a little while, mainly because Remy hoped the town’s investors, who
also served as the town council, would permit him to do some preliminary
investigations.

If Remy’s quest was approved, Eve would begin her own
research into the town’s past. Even though she’d done some preliminary
homework, she really wanted to interview those who knew the town best, the
town’s original investors who’d reportedly rescued it from demolition.

But as anxious as Eve was to meet the men who’d brought Dare
into the twenty-first century, she was a little sad. Feminine intuition told
her that the relationship she’d finally had with Remy was about to change
again.

As Remy took his turn in the hotel shower, Eve stood at the
sink, eyeing her reflection in the vanity mirror. She was still the same person
she’d been when she left her apartment in Salem, except she didn’t feel the
need to bind her hair or wear prim business clothes to work every day.

It wasn’t that she minded wearing dresses. In fact, she
preferred them to jeans, but today she wore a pretty violet dress that flowed
around her knees. She had cute sandals on her feet. The straps wrapped up
around her ankles in a crisscross pattern and gave her an added two inches of
height.

Having taken a quick shower when she and Remy first unpacked
their bags, she felt a gazillion times better and was glad she’d asked Avery
for a little time getting ready for lunch.

Drawn back to her reflection, she was once again taken by
the notion that she and Remy were on the cusp of something momentous. If it
were a matter of hoping to meet her favorite author, she could explain the hum
of anticipation zipping under her skin.

Yet the sensation never happened before, not really. It was
new, exciting, hinting of so much more than a reader meeting someone they
admired. Yes, she’d had a crush on him, weird as it’d been to admit.

But the night she and Remy became lovers, she felt as if
she’d exorcised that crush from her system. When she read aloud, she read for
her and Remy, no longer needing to imagine how it would feel to be his lover.
She knew that she was his, and he was hers.

All the while, she wondered what would happen if or when
Remy’s attraction to men came to the fore. He was right about the fact that he
couldn’t simply turn off that side of his sexuality. She didn’t mind that he
was bi, she truly didn’t.

Did that mean she’d have to share him with another man, and
if she did, would she be heartbroken or part of it? Knowing Remy had a deep
sense of honor it was likely that he’d chase away any attraction to someone
else simply to protect her feelings.

That was the kind of man he was, the kind who’d sacrifice
his own happiness for hers. Because she loved him, she wasn’t about to let that
happen.

“Eve, if you’re waiting for the mirror to tell you the fairest
woman of them all, no doubt it’s you,” Remy said, coming up behind her wearing
nothing but a towel.

How she’d missed him stepping out of the shower was beyond
her understanding. Seriously, a naked Remy was better than a covered one. But
he filled out a towel better than any man she’d ever known.

Better yet, he was incredible in bed, especially earlier
that morning. Holy smokes, even now she could feel the lingering aftereffects
of this morning’s romp.

“Your compliment is sweet, Remy, thank you,” she said, aware
of the delay. She couldn’t help it. She’d gotten wrapped up in ogling her man.

“It came from the heart,” Remy assured, nestling in close at
her back and hugging her around the waist.

“I love you for it.” Running her hands down her front to
rest them atop his, she loved how affectionate he was.

“Love you too,” he replied, pushing himself up against her
back. “You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. She did, he said the words often,
sometimes as he was coming, mostly when he spooned up against her and whispered
in her ear.

His cock made its presence known against her dress-covered
ass. Without hesitation, she rubbed herself against his shaft, letting him know
he had an open invite to fuck her anytime he wanted.

“You wearing panties under this pretty dress?” he asked,
dropping his damp head down to her shoulder and nuzzling the side of her
throat.

“A girl should always wear her panties, especially when
expecting company.”

Remy clicked his tongue, following it up by nipping her
jugular. “Take them off. I want access to your pussy all day.”

“Ah, ever hear of asking politely?”

“That was polite. If I had my way, I’d rip them off.”

“You would not.”

A firm palm landed on her ass, not hard enough to hurt, but
strong enough to let her know that Remy wasn’t messing around. Desire spiked
deep in her pussy, despite the morning they’d spent in bed.

“Dare accepted,” he growled, the masculine command turning
her on to the point that her panties became soaked.

“Remy, be reasonable. We’re meeting up with Avery and Jaxon
Wynter. We need to be ready. He’s one of the councilmen. You need his approval,
remember?”

“We will be ready. Time’s up, the panties come off now.” No
sooner than he’d said that, Eve found herself squealing when he bent her over
the sink and went down on his knees behind her before she could object.

“Remy. Remy!” she cried out even as he ducked his head
beneath the hem of her dress.

Bracing herself, she shook when his she felt his mouth latch
onto her panties, his tongue prodding her pussy and clit through the soaked
cloth until she was moaning and groaning. She was on the verge of orgasm when
he grabbed the silk with his teeth, tearing the fabric away.

With his mission accomplished, Remy stood behind her, curled
his arms around her waist and brought her back to her full height. He hugged
her close, kissing the top of her head. He was so tall, protective, he was
wonderful.

“What was that for?”

“You look so pretty in this dress. I couldn’t resist knowing
you wore nothing underneath.”

“That’s nice, but you’ve left me hanging here, boss.”

“Guess I should remedy that, shouldn’t I?” Amazingly, he
spun her about and went down on his knees again, this time shoving her dress up
into her hands as he bared her mons to his view. “Forgive me?”

“Yes, yes, anything you want,” she uttered, already
anticipating his tongue on her needy sex again…and there he was, lapping at her
clit, taking his time.

Then he did something extraordinary, he nipped her ever so
gently, giving her a glimpse of the Dominant he could be in the bedroom. Though
they’d used a blindfold and he’d bound her wrists loosely the last night, it’d
been playful, experimenting.

This, this was more, different, edgy yet exciting. She liked
it, loved it actually, especially as he shifted attention and drove his tongue
into her pussy, thrusting madly, dominantly. The next thing she knew, she came,
the ease of tension a tremendous relief though she wanted more dominance.

Remy eased back and stood up, looking down at her. He’d
shaven earlier that morning. He was beautiful. It was no wonder he had a legion
of fans from his TV show.

The camera loved him. His damp hair looked dark as midnight,
the red streaks standing out in stark contrast. His dark bedroom eyes searched
her face, a smile touched his lips.

“Before we head down to the lobby, may I return the favor?”
Eve offered, very much aware of the fact that his erection was in full gear.

“Only if you want to,” Remy replied.

“Can’t let you have blue balls when we’re about to meet a
councilman, can we?”

Reaching out to undo the towel at his waist, she watched the
thick white cloth fall to the heated tiled floor. Seeing Remy’s heavy cock and
soft nest of dark hair on his groin was a treat for her senses. She couldn’t
wait to get her mouth on him.

Unbidden, she imagined someone else kneeling beside her, a
man, the same who’d longed to be with them the first night in Remy’s camper.
But how could that be? They’d talked about it, yes, both admitting to not
feeling alone. Feeling it now, here when they were about to meet Jaxon Wynter
felt…stronger, as if he were the man waiting for them.

Crazy, it was crazy to think it. Shaking her head to get him
out of her mind, she concentrated on her man.

“It’s all right, Eve. I feel him too,” he confessed.

“Dammit,” she uttered just as the room’s telephone began
ringing.

“It’s okay. Answer it. I’ll finish getting ready.” Remy
reached down and assisted her to her feet, hugging her close.

“You didn’t get to have fun,” she objected. “That’s not
fair.”

“I’ll live,” he promised, chuckling some. “We’ll finish this
later.”

Eve knelt to scoop up the towel and offered it to Remy even
as the phone continued to ring. Rushing out to the bedroom, she grabbed the
phone.

“Hello?” she greeted breathlessly.

“Am I speaking with Evelyn Stratham?” a man replied, his
voice cultured with a rich resonance that spoke volumes without being loud.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Hi, Evelyn, this is Jaxon Wynter. Glad you and Remington
reached Dare safely,” he said. “Red and I were worried.”

“Umm, hi, you caught me, us, at a bad time,” she answered,
surprised that a man’s voice could have such a dramatic effect. Her knees
trembled. Her heart sped up, her world spinning on an axis she didn’t know how
to slow down.

“I’ll make it up to you, promise,” he replied, the infliction
in his voice warm as molasses, sexy as sin. “You all right there, baby girl?”

“Yes, you mentioned someone named Red?”

“Red is Avery, that’s what I tend to call her. She’s the
reason I’m calling before you come to the lobby.”

“Is something wrong? If lunch is an imposition, Remy and I
can wait.”

“Actually, I hate waiting. The sooner you and Remington come
down to the lobby, the better. But I wanted to give you a heads-up, there’s a
surprise party for Avery tonight. All Trevor’s idea,” Jaxon said.

“Trevor?”

“You probably know him best as Hazard.”

“Ok, ah, sorry, I do know that. For some reason, I’m all
tongue tied.” Feeling out-of-sorts, Eve smoothed her hand up and down her dress
to calm herself.

“No need to apologize.”

“Do you know if Hazard is proposing tonight at the party?”

Hazard had hinted a couple weeks ago that he was going to do
something big for Avery when they were on vacation in Dare. She hoped she was
right. Hazard was a great guy and Avery really loved him.

“Yes. I sent her to make reservations at the BBQ place next
door. Is that okay?”

“Sounds great, as long as there’s something for Remy. He
prefers vegetarian dishes. Thank you for including us in your lunch plans, by
the way,” she continued, wondering why she was so nervous and chatty. “We’ve
been looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Wynter. There’s so much to learn from
you…about the town, I mean.”

“My name’s Jaxon. I assure you, there’s plenty of time to
learn about Dare. Word of warning, don’t be too sweet too soon, baby girl. If
you’re not careful, I’ll claim you before the day is done.”

“I’m not sweet,” she objected.

“You’re a lover, not a fighter,” Jaxon stated.

“You know nothing about me from a phone call.”

“I know a lot about you from your bio online. You’ve been
Remington Sinclair’s history consultant for a year, attended Northeastern
University and have an interest in genealogy. Avery also told me you are an
avid collector of vampire novels. It’s something we share in common.”

“In common,” she repeated, confused and more than a little awestruck.

“Yes, I like ghosts too. I can’t wait to meet you
face-to-face. I love your accent, by the way. It’s soft yet similar to Taran
Maddox’s without the Bostonian infliction.”

“You know Taran Maddox, how?”

Finding it peculiar that he’d bring up her fondness for
vampires, she didn’t risk asking Jaxon to explain why. How could he know that?
It was possible Avery told him, but still, there was something there, a reason
he used the knowledge when talking to her.

“He and Samantha were here early last week.”

“They were? Wow, do you know why? I mean, I knew he’d
proposed to Sam, just not that they’d be traveling. Remy and I left home the
day after he popped the question.”

“They got married here. The wedding was impromptu but
romantic. Taran’s a great guy, liked him and Detective Sam very much. Avery and
Hazard stood up as their witnesses.”