The Florida Keys Sexy Love Stories Box Set

The Florida Keys Sexy Love Stories Box Set

Jessica Kelly

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This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, events, establishments, organizations, locations, incidents, or dialogue are either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, establishments, or organizations is entirely coincidental.  References to real people, events, locales, establishments, or organizations are intended only to offer a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously.

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Can one vacation change your entire life?

Shayla showed up in the Florida Keys with one goal—to get away from all of the painful romantic drama at home. Little did she know that she was about to meet a sexy stranger who would make her forget all about her pain.

But sexy strangers often come with secrets, and this gorgeous guy has a secret past that's about to rock Shayla's world.

The three books in this sexy series— The Trip, The Truth, and The Trouble —will take Shayla on a wild ride full of highs, lows, sex, emotions, lies, and consequences.

Does true love really conquer all? Or are some things simply too big for love to overcome?

This sexy love story contains adult situations and steamy sex scenes, so it's best-suited for an audience that's 18+.

The Trip—A Sexy Short Read

Florida Keys Sexy Love Stories #1

Jessica Kelly

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Chapter 1

His thick chocolate brown hair felt more like satin as it caressed her fingers.  She twisted and pulled on the strands, desperate to feel all of him.  His head rocked back and forth as he slid in and out of her, filling her to the brim with ecstasy.  Her skin scorched every time he so much as grazed her with his fingertips.  It was a heat that made her feel more alive than she ever had before.  She couldn't get enough of him.  She let out a deep moan and begged him for more.

He looked up at her and smiled.  It was obvious that he was more than happy to comply.

She squealed when his strong arms wrapped tighter around her.  His broad, tan shoulders were absolutely perfect—like someone had chiseled them out of luxurious marble, instead of being made of the skin and muscles that mere mortals were.  She pried her fingers away from his beautiful hair and rubbed her palms over his flexed biceps.  They trembled at her touch.  Each shiver shot through her core, making her keenly aware of each of her senses—from the smell of his cologne, to the taste of his tongue, to the slight grunt he made with each thrust.

A few breathless lunges later, she could tell he was at the breaking point.  She was at her own breaking point, and she wanted hers to shatter along with his.  She dug her nails into his luscious muscles and let the passion wash over her.  He brought her over an edge that she never knew existed before. 

Just as the waves of her orgasm started to fade, Shayla cracked open an eye.

She was all alone, surrounded by nothing but bath water.  The ecstasy was only a fantasy.  The man was a stranger, a delicious figment of her imagination.

Shayla let out a huff.  The orgasmic relief she'd felt just a few seconds ago was a distant memory now.  Her long brown hair was wet from the bath water, not from a sweaty roll in the hay.  She was no longer wrapped in pleasure.  In fact, all she could feel was pain.

The moment her eyes opened, it all came rushing back to her.  There were no broad, tan shoulders to press into her creamy skin.  There was no thick chocolate brown hair to grab onto.  There was no one to fill her. 

All she had was a fiancé who didn't love her.  Hell, he didn't even like her.  How else was she supposed to explain what she'd seen earlier that day? 

The pain of the image had seared itself into her brain.  Simon—her fiancé, her love, her future—had stepped out of a limo with a busty blonde wrapped around him.  They had locked lips like they were the only two people on earth.  When Shayla heard the blonde giggle, it sent a dagger plunging into her heart. 

How could this happen right in front of her? 

Worse, what had happened that she hadn't seen?

It's not like Simon Morgan was a choir boy, but this?  This went beyond the bounds.  They were supposed to get married in ten days.  She'd been to all of the dress fittings, picked out all of the flowers, and done a final tally of all the RSVP's.  Hell, she'd already started packing for their honeymoon in the Florida Keys, for what was supposed to be a mellow trip after a hectic wedding week.

And now? 

Now she was left reeling from her fiance's lunchtime tryst.  She'd never ever suspected Simon of being unfaithful before, but after seeing him today, she knew this wasn't the first woman he'd cheated on her with—and she wouldn't be the last.

Shayla closed her eyes, and instead of seeing that delicious stranger, all she saw was Simon's face.  He hadn't been more than 20 feet away when she spotted him on her way home from, of all things, a meeting with the baker who was creating their custom wedding cake.  She could tell Simon was so proud of himself, squeezing the bimbo's big ass when he was supposed to be out to lunch with a client—at least, that's what he'd told Shayla when he left their townhouse that morning.  Simon was usually all business, making contacts and negotiating deals for his powerful family.  His dad, granddad, and great-grandfather all had the same business prowess.  It was how the Morgans had made so much money over the years.

But apparently Simon wasn't satisfied with buying whatever he wanted.  Apparently, he wanted to screw whatever he wanted, too.  She'd seen it with her own eyes.  The busty blonde had licked her lips while Simon had given her his come fuck me eyes.  She'd known Simon long enough to know exactly what that look meant.

Shayla reached out of the tub and grabbed the bottle of chardonnay that was sitting on the bathroom floor.  She poured herself another glass—her third, or maybe fourth, who the hell could keep track?—and took a swig.  She didn't know how else to cope with what she'd seen.  She wondered if she could actually drink away the memory of her fiancé locking lips with another woman.

For a brief second, Shayla thought about ducking her head under the bath water and never coming back up.  Would that be easier than confronting Simon about what she'd seen?

Fuck it, she muttered before taking another gulp of chardonnay.  She'd already given Simon five years of her life.  He wasn't getting any more of it.  He certainly wasn't going to be the reason she ended her life.  She wasn't meant to die drunk, alone, and heartbroken in a bathtub.  She had no idea where her life was headed, but she knew it wasn't headed that way.

Baby?!  I'm home!

The shout from downstairs made her shudder.  Simon's voice seemed different now.  Harsher.  It was almost as if she could hear the betrayal flooding out of his mouth. 

How dare he call me 'baby' after what he'd spent the day doing?! 

The anger was exactly what she needed to shake off the chardonnay-induced haze.  She climbed out of the tub and smiled, because Simon Morgan was about to get the surprise of his life. 

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Chapter 2

Shayla made her way down the grand wooden staircase in her thick white bathrobe.  Her feet wobbled ever so slightly thanks to the wine, but her head got clearer with each step.  She knew what she needed to do.  By the time she made it to the bottom of the stairs, she was sharp enough to plaster a stepford-style smile on her face and greet her lying asshole of a fiancé.

Hello my love.  How was work?

Simon leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.  Her face burned where his lips touched her, as if the blonde bimbo had left some kind of poison on them. 

It was a toughie, Simon said with an exhale.  Lots of clients, lots of meetings.

Oh my goodness, you poor thing, Shalya said, doing her best to sound sympathetic.  Did you at least get something to eat in between everything?

I managed to get a little lunch, Simon smiled.

She wanted to smack the smarmy smile right off his face.  Oh, he'd gotten to eat alright.  He'd feasted on his blonde slut.  Shayla felt the tears starting to well up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall.  For as long as she'd known him, Simon never had any patience for tears.  He thought they were a sign of weakness, and he hated weak people.  She refused to be weak.  Not now.  She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking the blonde bimbo was the better alternative.

As much as it sickened her, she got behind Simon and started massaging his shoulders.

You're so tense, sweetie.  Let me help you relax, she said in her most seductive voice.

Ahhh, that feels good, he whispered as his eyes lazily closed.  I could get used to you greeting me like this every day.

Could you? she asked sweetly, moving her hands from his shoulders to his waist.  She felt his cock perk up through his suit trousers.  She wondered how it had any energy left to rise after all of the work it did at lunchtime.

I think we need to get you out of that robe, he said softly.

She started massaging his erection.  He let out a soft moan, and Shayla knew