Champagne and Bullets: Book 1 (Military Moguls) by Olivia Jaymes

out of the driveway and headed to his own home, half of his brain thinking about the day ahead and the other half still back with Amanda. He would have to get used to this new independence but he already admired her grit. She’d taken the entire incident with almost complete calm.
    Now to get the day over with so he could get back to her. Now that they were together, he’d never let her go.

Chapter Eleven
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    A manda slipped on her sunglasses and took a sip of water from the frosty bottle she’d pulled out of the cooler sitting beside her lounge chair. Seb had convinced her that a day at the beach would be a terrific way to get rid of some stress, so here they were. Belleair Beach was always beautiful but today seemed especially gorgeous with its sugar white sand, emerald green water, and cloudless blue sky. The only thing that could have made it better was a cool breeze. It had to be at least ninety-five degrees today with ninety percent humidity.
    Relaxing under the umbrella in a brand new black bikini that Seb had brought this morning as a gift, she listened to the squawking of the seagulls scavenging for a bite to eat. There was no one feeding them today so they glided on the air currents aimlessly. She and Seb had most of the beach to themselves today as only a few residents of the small but affluent beach town were about.
    Behind them were the luxury homes and condos of the rich, or at the very least the lucky. Some of the older homes may have been inherited while the newer ones went for top dollar in a market that had been hit hard a few years ago but was already coming back. Seb’s friend Chris had purchased a home here as an investment and had loaned it to them for the weekend.
    Amanda luxuriated in the warmth of the sun on her skin. The scent of salt air combined with the coconut aroma of her suntan lotion, the mixture bringing back memories of her youth playing on this beach with her friends. Those had been young carefree days when she hadn’t had a worry in the world.
    Already she was feeling more relaxed than she had in over a week. In the last ten days she’d put together three parties in addition to Seb’s upcoming event and she was exhausted. Of course that might have more to do with the fact that she wasn’t getting much sleep. She’d spent every night with Seb, and even with the best of intentions they’d end up in each other’s arms making up for lost time.
    “You have a very smug smile on your face, Mandy. Care to share your thoughts?”
    Seb’s sexy voice pulled her attention from the pristine scene before her to his handsome face. Each day they were together she fell deeper in love with him. It made her feelings thirteen years ago seem silly and childish in comparison.
    “If you must know I was thinking about you.” She gave him her best coquettish smile and reached over to run her hand up his arm, the rough hair tickling her palm. He was devastatingly hunky in a pair of navy blue swim shorts that left his chest, arms, and lower legs bare. His body appeared sculpted from marble, the flesh beckoning, but this time she didn’t deny herself. She let her hand glide up to his broad shoulder, massaging the tight muscles. He’d needed this day as much as she had.
    “Me?” His well-shaped eyebrow quirked and his lips turned up in a smile. “You mean how I cooked dinner last night and then did the dishes?”
    “That was impressive.” Laughter bubbled from her lips and she let her hand trail back down his arm so their fingers could entwine. “But actually I was thinking about some of your other talents, specifically the more…intimate ones.”
    Her voice had dropped to a whisper but her body hummed as images of their sizzling night ran through her mind. After attaching nipple clamps to her breasts, Seb had tied her face down on the bed and worked over her bottom and thighs with a crop while a vibrator buzzed between her legs. It hadn’t taken long before she’d been begging to be fucked