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noise.
    Two people going at it like a pair of bunnies. A blonde bent over a fallen tree trunk, and a large twenty-something dude pounding into her from behind. The wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh rooted Heather to the spot, the arch to the woman’s back, the breathy sigh, and the tossing of her head vivid reminders of how long a dry spell she’d been on. Her own need spiking and her vagina reacting in the most primal way, pulsing to the point, she snapped her knees together.
    She should have turned back. Given the duo their privacy and joined P.J., who probably thought she’d been bitten by a snake and lay dying upon the island’s floor. But she didn’t.
    Desire kept her hidden in the foliage, watching them in the dancing light of the tiki torches.
    The man’s arm snaked around his companion’s waist to just out of sight, but the sudden shudder from the woman gave a clue to where his hand might have gone. So did the rhythmic motions of his arm. Even propped upon the log like she was, with the man damn near lying across her back, the woman didn’t still her gyrating hips as she appeared to be matching her companion, thrust for thrust. Her bared breasts swayed in time with their movements, and going by the sounds of their moans, each was close to the edge.
    Were they familiar with each other, or was this one of the hookups the Marquis had hinted at?
    So enraptured was she by the erotic scene before her and the wild sounds of birds and other creatures that had begun to sing, that when P.J. touched her shoulder, Heather damn near pissed herself and fainted all at once.
    “Holy jeebus you scared the shit out of me,” she whispered, snatching P.J.’s arm and pulling her away before they got caught.
    “Scared you? I thought for sure you were dead or something.” P.J. replied, glancing over her shoulder to the area they were fast-tracking from. “What were you doing? Did you find something?”
    “Yeah. Couple of animals getting their freak on.” Truth.
    “Dangerous animals?” P.J. squeaked.
    “Um, not dangerous. Come on, we better hurry before we miss anything.” She sprinted far enough ahead of P.J. to avoid further questions.
    Once she reached the dining hut, she paused until P.J. caught up. When they entered they discovered long, wooden benches lining tables covered with large green elephant ear plants. They found both guys, of course, situated next to the two most scantily clad women in the place.
    Figures.
    A quick glance to P.J. confirmed that though she’d made eye contact with Morgan, she avoided his direction after catching sight of the chick seated next to him, who was leaning all over him. Girl needed to speak up. This cat-and-mouse game would end badly if neither came clean. Laughter from a happy couple on her right drew Heather’s attention back to the decorations of the place.
    Glimmering candles in candelabras cast a romantic and tropical atmosphere. Khara arrived dressed in the sheerest of saris and completely bare beneath. Her skin seemed to glisten in the warmth of the candlelight, and her movements in walking to greet people seemed almost ghostlike. She appeared the very embodiment of a goddess.
    Situated at the end of one of the tables was a man who oozed mystery and sex. Bare-chested, well muscled, and oiled to perfection. A green, barely there sarong tied at his hips and ended—well, any breeze would finish her answer. He wore a mask, so detailing any distinguishing facial features deemed impossible, yet she wanted more of his face bared. Deep brown eyes bore back into hers and caught her off guard.
    Damn, busted gawking.
    “Ladies and gentleman, please be seated, and we will begin serving.”
    Heads turned as the Marquis entered the hut and joined them. He too was bare-chested, and adorning each of his flat brown nipples was a small golden hoop. Everything about him seemed so wild and raw.
    Khara, who’d gone to his side the moment he entered, silently linked arms with him.
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