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  "Have you ever sucked a woman's breasts before? Would you like a taste?"

  Antoinette felt the hot color of embarrassment rush into her face at the astonishing offer. This could not be happening. She'd never wanted to touch a woman--certainly not the way this bronzed, lush beauty made her want to touch her. What in the world had come over her? She definitely felt off kilter right now, totally out of her depth.

  "No," she rushed to respond. "I'm not like that. Who are you?" She struggled to stand and brush the clinging sand from her body, hastily stepping away from the tempting blonde. What had gotten into her?

  The woman dropped her hand, and Antoinette watched as her perfect breast jiggled slightly, then reverted to its perfect, pert position, lying tantalizingly erect, her nipples still hard--definitely embodying the ideal male wet dream. So what was a woman like that doing in her dream?

  The blonde looked at Antoinette as she brushed her hands lightly over the firm mounds and tweaked each nipple, then dropped her hands.

  "Maybe later. Your breasts are very beautiful. I would like to taste them, touch them, as well. But maybe you're not ready for that yet."

  "Who the hell are you? And where am I? And why, dammit, are we naked?"

  A deep, throaty laugh erupted from her. "My name is Cyn...short for Cynnara, by the way. But everyone calls me Cyn."

  That name sounded like an apt moniker for her--that was for sure. "Cyn. Okay. My name's Antoinette."

  Cyn nodded. "Yes, I know." She turned and started to saunter away. "Come with me," she called over her shoulder. "Mercury's been waiting for you to arrive."

  Who the hell is Mercury? As the rays of the sun seemed to provide a haloed spotlight following her, Antoinette noted the pearly luminescent sheen of her skin, literally glowing with vibrancy. She'd only ever seen photos of models in magazines with skin tone like that. And those were probably touch-ups. If she wanted any answers, she supposed she didn't have a choice but to follow her. She hurried to catch up, feeling totally out of her element. Again, she pinched her arm, but nothing happened but a throbbing ache in her arm--the scenery didn't change.

  "Where is this place?" she asked as they moved into the lush denseness of the jungle-like vegetation.

  "You are on one of the Desirata Islands."

  "Where the hell is that?" she asked as she stomped behind Cyn. It didn't help anything that she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off the supple swaying, heart-shaped tush of the woman in front of her. She could also see an intriguing slick sheen against her inside thighs that became more obvious with each step she took. From her comments earlier, Antoinette now found herself wondering what it would be like to taste a woman's body. It had never occurred to her before that she might find it to be a pleasant experience.

  She'd noted earlier that Cyn's mound was clean shaven and looked soft and smooth, hiding none of her succulent, pink flesh. Every bit of her glowed with vibrant energy, drawing Antoinette closer to a whirlpool of unfamiliar, surging waters that beckoned to her.

  "It doesn't really matter where it is, does it? You are here because Mercury thought you could be helped."

  "Helped? In what way? This is asinine. I have a job, commitments. I don't have time to play around like this. Nor do I want to." She certainly wasn't going to admit that she had even a niggling urge to want to, even to herself. No, she suppressed that thought. She didn't belong here.

  Cyn pivoted around and Antoinette almost ran into her. A whiff of arousal permeated the air, and for some reason she couldn't find the strength to back away. Cyn looked down at her with dilated dove gray eyes. The air in and around Antoinette stilled, waiting.

  She inhaled sharply when she felt Cyn's hand rise to cup her breast. Her touch was so soft, so different from a man's, yet pleasing. Cyn's gaze did not release hers as her hand cupped and molded the breast, the tip of a finger swirled around the areola, brushed across her nipple, which tightened in response. She stepped closer to Antoinette. A heady mist of red hazed her vision as, unable to resist the need, she raised a hand to Cyn's breast and cupped it, wanting to explore the flesh of this very sensual woman. What soft, silky skin. It was almost like touching her own body, and she brushed a hand over its satiny surface, molded it and teased a finger across the nipple.

  She felt Cyn's hand mirror her touch, and it was as though she stroked her own body. Cyn's mouth moved closer to her own.

  "What do you want, Antoinette?" She could feel Cyn's sweet breath flutter like the wings of a butterfly against her own lips, could almost taste her--wanted to taste her. "What do you desire?"

  A heady, beautiful ache began to build inside, spinning her out of control as a fiery surge flew through her and echoing passion seeped from her pussy, but she couldn't allow herself to accept this wanting.

  "I don't know," she finally whispered back, unwilling to admit to herself what she might desire and unable to grasp the unexpected need swamping her at this moment. She reminded herself she didn't want sex, had never truly experienced pleasure in intercourse. So why did she feel like she would enjoy having this woman go down on her now? A deep desire to feel Cyn's mouth sucking on her nipples, her tongue probing inside her pussy, made her body throb with impotent, frightening hunger. This definitely had to be a dream and she was certain she'd wake up very soon. But in the meantime--

  Cyn dropped her hand and stepped away. "Come, as much as I would like to continue this exploration with you, Mercury is waiting."

  Antoinette tried to catch her breath, to ease the ache that had been building inside her. She looked down at her body. Without any clothes, it would be very obvious to anyone looking that she was highly aroused. She should be embarrassed and angry by the thought that she was turned on by another woman. So why wasn't she?

  A dream, it's only a dream.

  She felt the cool, hard-packed earth beneath her bare feet and hurried to catch up with Cyn, fearing she would be lost in the dense jungle. Vines whipped against her skin. She looked around her, and up again at the brief glimpse of blue sky above. A niggling fear began to close in around her. What if this wasn't a dream? She shook her head in negation. Impossible--it had to be. But why couldn't she seem to wake herself up?

  Vulnerability reached for her, ripping away at the tough veneer she worked so hard to perfect and maintain. It wasn't a state of being she was comfortable with. All her shields seemed to have vanished in this place. Being this naked, this vulnerable, offered no protection whatsoever.

  After walking for what felt like a long time, they arrived at a clearing where there were people and activity. Although they were naked, like herself, again, she crossed her hands over her breasts, embarrassed by her own nakedness, and slowed to a halt at the peripheral of the clearing.

  Cyn turned around to look at her questioningly, then purposely walked back to grab one of her reluctant hands. "Come. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

  With dragging steps, Antoinette allowed herself to be drawn forward until they stood before a man seated in an oversized fan-backed chair. Her eyes widened at the naked muscular build of the darkly-bronzed male. Black hair, parted in the middle, fell in thick waves to his shoulders. His very massive, thick cock jutted stiffly between his well-muscled thighs. A naked woman with long dark hair knelt to his side; using both hands she slowly stroked up and down the huge, glistening length.

  He leaned negligently back in the chair, sipping from a tall, frosted glass, eyes closed, legs splayed wide, and seemed very content with the attentions he received from the woman. The woman's eyes were closed as well, a smile on her face, as though she thoroughly enjoyed massaging the impressive prick.

  Antoinette's jaw dropped as she watched the woman lean forward, open her mouth and consume the wide mushroomed tip into her mouth, still massaging with her hands, as though thoroughly enjoying a very tasty meal. One of the man's hands came to rest on the back of her head, idly playing with the long, straight locks of her silky hair. She could hear the woman's guttural moans of pleasur
e as she slurped and sucked at the stiff flesh.

  Cyn yanked Antoinette forward.

  "Mercury, she's here."

  As Antoinette watched, the man slitted his eyes open to gaze at them, seemingly unconcerned by their presence. She heard him sigh and he straightened up in the chair. Carefully, he removed his cock from the woman's mouth. "That was nice, Mya, but I have business to attend to now." She saw the woman's lips form a pout, but then she rose gracefully to her feet.

  He cupped her neck and pulled her close, whispered something in her ear, then kissed her deeply, his large hands gripping and kneading her bare ass cheeks for long moments before allowing her to straighten. His hand drifted slowly over the indentation of her narrow waist and trailed down the crease of her ass as she turned to meander off, his dark, lingering gaze tracking her departure. Antoinette noted there seemed to be a very dreamy, satisfied look on her face. She turned her attention back to stare at the man, unable to believe what she'd just witnessed, though erotically mesmerized by the frankly sexual display.

  Mercury rose slowly, like a panther after a very satisfying nap. Antoinette couldn't help but think what a sensual, sleek animal he was indeed. He sauntered toward them, his cock still hard and prominent, still glistening from the attentions of the woman, and he appeared totally at ease with his nakedness. Unwillingly, she found herself wondering what it would feel like to have that much cock slipping inside her pussy. Her body let her know it was more than willing to accept the challenge of attempting what looked like an impossible feat.

  She shifted uncomfortably, felt the slickness of her thighs, as the man strolled toward them, unable to turn her attention from the impressive prick. She'd never seen anyone with that size cock before. When he reached them, she finally tore her gaze away from the daunting body part and looked up into his eyes. And gasped. She knew him! Greeting her was the clear blue, silver-flamed pupils of the bartender from the DreamTime Grill.

  Chapter 3

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  "You!"

  "Hello, Nettie," he drawled as he grinned at her, his lazy glance stroking over her slowly, caressing every inch of her naked skin with his eyes. Anger inside warred with something far more dangerous to her peace of mind.

  Pure unadulterated lust. She attempted to suffocate it with self-righteous wrath at her predicament that she now was certain he'd had a hand in.

  "How the hell did I get here? Is this your doing? Who put you up to it? I demand answers right now!" Her tone was the same fiercely aggressive growl she assumed at the office when she wanted results from subordinates.

  His gaze consumed her with lazy heat, then he turned to Cyn and smiled. "Thanks for retrieving her, Cyn. I'll take it from here."

  Antoinette was speechless. He was smiling? And ignoring her? Most people quaked when she used her no-nonsense voice.

  She stood there staring, readying for a battle. Her jaw dropped as he leaned over and gave Cyn a long, passionate kiss and a quick slap to her ass, sending her on her way. Once he lifted away from her, Cyn turned and winked at Antoinette before she turned and walked away. As she ambled toward the dense jungle, he watched her and Antoinette noted the sensual appreciation in his eyes and the half-smile on his lips. Was he like that with every woman?

  "Hey! I'm talking to you," she snarled with annoyance, whether at his obvious attention to Cyn or his negligence of her, she couldn't be quite sure, nor was she certain she wanted to know the answer.

  Only when Cyn had disappeared into the thick underbrush did he turn his attention back to Antoinette.

  He reached out as if to take her arm and she felt his hot sensuality stride forward to embrace her. She stepped out of his reach, again raising her hands to cover her breasts. It might be that everyone walked around this damned island naked, but it sure wasn't something she was comfortable with. As she watched him, defiantly unmoving, it seemed as though the silver fires of his pupils became brighter, more determined, and a tinge of fear shot through her. She took another step away from him.

  He dropped his hand. "I'm not going to hurt you. I thought we could take a walk and I'll try to answer some of your questions."

  She studied him for long moments, trying to examine her feelings, and the fact that she actually wanted to trust this testosterone-loaded specimen standing before her. Something stroked inside her, filling her with need. No, that wasn't exactly right. She wanted.

  "I'm off balance here," she finally admitted. "This isn't like me. I want to leave. Now. You can't continue to hold me prisoner here."

  "Tsk, tsk," he said as he shook his head and his long hair rippled like blue-black velvet beneath the rays of the sun, making her yearn to touch it to find out if it felt as velvety as it looked. Her righteous anger morphed into something deeply charged, magnifying her sexual desire to fuck.

  "You're not a prisoner. Don't you remember what you said, just before you went to sleep?

  In an attempt to clear her mind of its lustful haze, she diverted her thoughts back, trying to remember, but it all seemed so fuzzy. She shook her head. "No, I don't remember saying anything, just that as soon as my head hit the pillow I fell asleep immediately."

  "Not quite. You asked yourself what you truly desired. You are here"--he waved a hand around the tropical paradise--"to discover what you desire, what it is you want."

  "How the hell do you know what I said before I went to sleep?" she demanded, angry not only at him, but at herself, for the predicament she appeared to be in. Was she really accepting that standing here on an island amongst a bunch of naked people was real? It certainly didn't fall in line with her idea of a sense of reality.

  He again held out his hand. "Come, walk with me, and I'll try to explain."

  There really was little choice. Grudgingly, she accepted his hand and they turned to walk out of the clearing. He was silent for a long time and she surveyed her surroundings as they continued along the path. His hand felt warm and strong as his fingers threaded with hers. A sense of well-being supplanted the angry denial. Why couldn't she hold onto the anger?

  She'd never been to a place like this--never really taken a decent vacation since graduation from college. The peaceful, lazy atmosphere seeped into her, drifting past her barriers, curling around her need to control every aspect of her life. She certainly didn't feel in control here. The scary part was that she didn't think she wanted to be in control right now.

  "Well?" she finally said, determined not to become too comfortable and accepting of this situation--it frightened her way too much. She needed her control back no matter how pleasant she found her surroundings right now.

  He sighed. "My name is Mercury and I'm a daimon."

  She skidded to a stop, dug her heels into the dirt, and stared at him, her mind unable to wrap around what he'd just said. "You're a what?" This simply could not be happening.

  "Well, I'm actually half daimon, half human," he qualified.

  Oh, that really helps. "Do you think I'm stupid? There's no such thing."

  "Because we don't normally reveal ourselves to you, doesn't mean we don't exist. We're not all bad guys, you know--or really, I guess you could say, we're guys that aren't all bad." He grinned devilishly.

  "That's not what I've read," she mumbled, trying not to succumb to that cheeky, yet attractive look. She sighed. Oh, what the hell. "Okay, so let's say for the sake of argument, I believe you're a daimon or demon, or whatever. Why am I here?"

  "When you came into the grill, I sensed your unease immediately. Something had gone very wrong in your life and I wanted to find a way to help you. You were hiding part of who you were for some reason and it was causing you not to be able to recognize what you really wanted. That was causing you unnecessary pain and heartache."

  "You think you know so much about me," she muttered.

  He stopped and turned to face her. His molten eyes bore into her as he raised a hand to cup the side of her face. She flinched away and he dropped it back to his side. "I know a great deal about you,
Nettie."

  She jerked away from him. "You know squat. And my name is Antoinette."

  "Antoinette is another shield you've built around yourself. Like the clothes you wear. And like your skin, you want to disguise and suffocate Nettie. Nettie holds the key to your passion--to your happiness."

  "Is that why you've got me walking around fucking naked?"

  "We are all naked. Here on Desirata, all our inhibitions are removed, clothing gone, to allow us to look at ourselves honestly without barriers--to breathe and absorb the sunlight of our souls. If you allow yourself to see and feel everything you've hidden all these years, there you will discover true happiness. Only when you tap into what's trapped deep inside can you identify your true desire."

  "Who said I was looking to be happy? What I want is security. I need money to be secure. To keep the security I need control and power. Power. Money. Security. Those are the things I want. That's all I want. That's what will make me happy." Why did the words sound hollow to her? It was as though it was a mantra she'd repeated time and time again, yet suddenly she no longer felt their sway.

  Again, he lifted a hand to her jaw. "Are you sure, Nettie? It certainly represents the facade of your desires. But deep down." He rested a palm over her heart. "What do you want deep inside? What won't you even share with yourself consciously? That's what you're here to discover."

  His palm against her skin felt like a blazing poker of radiating, sizzling heat. A zap of electricity shuddered through her and a flicker of something lit inside her, some part of her that had lain dormant, that she had doused to cold ash long ago. She began to feel the beginning of some small spark catch and smolder.

  "What if I don't want to know? What if it hurts too much?" My God, what was she saying?

  He smiled and brushed a thumb across her lower lip, and she yearned to take it into her mouth and suck on it, to taste him.