Would he act on the obvious sizzle that simmered between them? He kicked at the sand with his boot. He had heard of Carly Montgomery along the Cascade Record grapevine but had never met her before now. Brogan didn't bother much with the office and the minions who worked under Nigel. He winced. Aye, he was arrogant. However, even though he'd heard she didn't sleep around, there was gossip of a short-term fling with a roadie two years ago.

Brogan stopped walking and gazed up at the star laden sky. It was a beautiful late summer night. A cool, bracing sea breeze skimmed in off the ocean. The hint of impending autumn teased the air. The half moon was bright, casting a soft illumination over the beach. The moon's cascading light also revealed a dinghy coming ashore. Inside the small boat were two scantily clad women. He had to admire their ingenuity. How did they even know where he was?

The two women giggled and hurried to him, gushing adoringly about his music, his voice, and his body. When they began to undress him and cover him with admiring kisses, he didn't protest. Nor did he complain when they brought bottles of beer ashore. No harm in a little foreplay or maybe a drink or two. He didn't have to have sex with them. Just some fun. He told the dark-haired chick she could wank him off but no oral or otherwise. Being worshipped and venerated by women had always appealed to him. Besides, he already had a hard-on before they appeared, and there was no sense putting a perfectly good erection to waste. The women giggled again and began to undress. He stretched out flat in the cool sand. The two women began to crawl all over him. The dark-haired one began to fondle his cock. She teased his swollen head briefly with her tongue and then picked up the pace of her hand strokes until he moaned for release. The dyed blonde was all but inhaling his mouth and tongue. He reached and cupped her breasts, and his thumbs rubbed her nipples into hardness. The chick leaned over him, dangling her tits enticingly. They looked as rich and succulent as low-hanging fruit. His mouth closed over one, and he sucked eagerly. Oh, yeah. More.

Carly flipped through the stack of contracts and paper-clipped the relevant ones together. This was taking longer than she'd expected. Byrne's previous manager, Byron, left things in a bit of a mess toward the end. Gio stood, stretched, and walked to the large picture window overlooking the beach. "Is that a boat?"

Carly scrambled out of her seat and rushed to the window. She cupped her hand and peered out through the glass. Damn it, it was a boat, and Byrne was nowhere in sight.

"I'll check it out. I need a little fresh air anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll yell if I need you. Have a drink and relax for a bit." She touched Gio briefly on his arm, and then moved toward the sliding doors. Gio, for all his brawn, had plenty of brains to spare. They had been working together for two years, and she considered him a good friend and not just her assistant. He was darkly handsome, and his Italian heritage was evident in the dusky olive tone of his skin and his dark, seductive eyes. She had never had any longings toward Gio. To her, he was the older brother she always wished she had. He was kind, funny, and protective.

She stepped out on the large deck and closed the door. Carly inhaled the brisk sea air. She wished they could stay here a month and not just a few days. She headed down the steps leading to the beach area. The gentle waves lapped on the sand, but above the melodic sound of the ocean, Carly could hear female giggles.

Carly couldn't believe this. She glanced at the small boat bobbing up and down in the water by the shoreline. Did these bimbos have radar? How in hell did they know where to find him? She never dreamed she would have to put a guard on the beach, for Christ's sake!

She walked toward the giggles. Tucked away in a secluded area by the sand dunes were Byrne and two nearly naked women. She glanced down at Byrne stretched out on the beach like he was a picnic lunch with those bitch ants crawling all over him. She was about to say something sarcastic and snippy, but her throat closed over. It hit her then and there. She wanted to be one of those women. Hell, she wanted to be the only woman to crawl all over him like a cheap rug. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Feelings of hurt and disappointment roared though her, but why? For close to two weeks she had been fighting her attraction to Byrne and denying her emotions. The raw jealousy roaring through her body couldn't be denied. She did something against her very core. She turned and ran. Carly's stomach churned about this whole scenario and her surprising reaction to what she witnessed.

She heard one of the women say, "Did you invite another woman to join us?"

She glanced back to see Byrne scramble to his feet. Lord God, he was naked and fully aroused. Wow, he could strap his dick to his leg. He told the women to leave in not very friendly terms. They gathered their clothes, grumbled, and got back in the boat and headed farther down the shore. She looked away and kept running.

"Carly!"

Escaping the scene was difficult. Her high-heeled boots were sinking in the sand and slowing her progress. She could hear him chasing after her. Byrne caught her and brought them both down to their knees in the wet sand as the tide swirled about them. Carly struggled at first and then, without thinking, she lifted her hand to touch the back of his head. He was behind her, and she was wedged in between his muscular thighs and his huge erection. Byrne's hand cupped her breast, and his cock grew harder and larger at her back. He nuzzled her neck, and his tongue swirled her ear lobe.

"Carly," he whispered."I didn't drink anything,"

Like that would make everything all right. She didn't smell any booze on his breath, just hot, spicy, aroused male. He kissed her neck again, turned her head slightly, and then nibbled along her chin. Oh, God, she was turned on. His naked skin had a life force of its own. The heat he radiated. The sizzle of desire made her dizzy like she'd had those drinks herself. Byrne moved his hips in the sand and rocked her back against him. All she had to do was lift her short skirt… What the hell was she thinking?

Brogan was naked, hard as stone, and he didn't care. He moved in front of her. He was still on his knees, as was she. His hand gently caressed Carly's face and her glorious hair.

"Beautiful—" He meant what he said, really meant it. Not the fake verbiage he had been spouting for ages to nameless women. He loved her freckles. Didn't even know she had freckles until the night he saw her with all the makeup off. He loved the way her full mouth curved in annoyance at him and the way her eyes flashed all manner of emotions even though she struggled to hide them. She was magnificent. He lowered his head. Just a taste.

The kiss was terrifyingly tender, slow, and languid. He did not force himself on her, just savored. Carly Montgomery tasted as no other woman before in his life. This was a revelation. Not even Tarrah, Abbie… none of them. Ever. She opened her mouth tentatively, and he slowly licked every corner of her sensual lushness. A small moan escaped her lips.

Carly pushed him to the sand, her hand firm on his bare thigh. She glanced down at his erect cock and then up to his face. They both stared at each other for a long time, their gazes fused with untold passion and want. He let her take the aggressive role. Brogan waited. Her hand was like a branding iron on his skin. She started a slow circular motion on his hip. He groaned. Take my cock in your hand, your mouth, your pussy, anywhere, I don't care. He could see the desire smoldering in her gaze. Jaysus, he wanted her. Just as he leaned upward to kiss her, she pulled back.