Chapter 5

Ashton spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon on desk duty. He went over reservations, checked in new guests, and said goodbye to others, but as he went through all his normal activities, he couldn’t stop thinking about Lorilee. For days, those sad eyes of hers had tugged at his heart, as did the wishful glances she wore while watching one of the newlywed couples kissing in the pool yesterday.

He knew it had to be hard for her to be surrounded by so much love and romance. She’d left the pool area and he hadn’t seen her the rest of the day. He hated to think of her holed up in her room for most of her stay, which was why, when he’d seen her earlier, he’d offered to take her to the beach barbecue.

So what was his excuse for his behavior in the elevator? Just thinking about that kiss—the sight of her pretty tits, her pale nipples hard with arousal, and, fuck, her own leaking cream—was enough to keep him hard and throbbing. The thought of taking her to his bed lat