Owned by Him by Sam Crescent Page A

open waiting for her. Elijah caught her easily in his arms.
    “I love you,” she said,
laughing.
    “Good. Get ready for a
weekend of loving, baby. This weekend you’re all mine.”
    “I can’t wait.”
    Staring down into her
smiling face, he tugged her close for a kiss.
    She moaned, her hands
gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. “I missed you.”
    “I missed you, too, baby.”
    He let her down on her knees
and bent to grab her case. She travelled light. He stored her case in his car.
    “Where are we going?” she
asked.
    “Some place special.”
    The some
place special was a resort he’d invested in. He was driving them to the
airport where Julian’s private jet was waiting. Asking his future
brother-in-law for anything had been daunting. Julian wanted Heather to be
happy, and if Amber was happy, Heather was happy. It made sense in Julian’s
explanation whereas Elijah just got confused with all the names being used.
    “I’m excited now.”
    She sang along to the songs
he got playing on the radio. He loved listening to her sing. Every now and then
he’d turn to look at her before focusing back on the road.
    “You keep staring, and I’m
going to think something is wrong with me,” she said.
    “Nothing is wrong with you,
baby.”
    Her eyes lit up when he got
her into the airport. Julian’s jet was stored at the local airport. The guy
must really earn something to be able to afford such extravagance.
    During the whole trip he
watched Amber’s excited face. She was really having fun with their time
together.
    “Okay, we’re up in the air,
heading toward some fabulous place. Spill, Elijah. I never had you down as a
romantic.”
    “We’ve been dating for the
last month and half, and you haven’t pegged me as the romantic type?” he asked.
    “Good point. Come on,
Elijah. Spill, I want to know where you’re taking me.”
    Her hands were clasped
together, and she was begging him.
    “A couple of years ago I was
approached in one of the other clubs I frequented about an idea for a secluded resort.”
    “Like an island?” she asked.
    “Yeah. He wanted to set up a resort where couples could go
for the weekend or for a vacation and explore … stuff.”
    She frowned at him. “Elijah
Booth, are you taking me to a sex resort?” she asked.
    “It’s a kind of sex resort.”
    “What do you mean by kind
of?”
    He chuckled. The suspicion
on her face and in the tone of her voice was incredibly cute. “It’s a sex
resort that I helped invest in. This is why I’m not hurting for money, and I
don’t really need a job.”
    “You’ve got income from a
sex resort?”
    “It’s a resort that offers
everything to everyone. One of my wealthy friends is a Dom and a sub. He’s a
switch, but for so long he was undecided.” Elijah twirled a strand of her hair.
“He came to me talking about people and couples exploring certain activities
together.”
    “It’s not always safe to go
out hunting close to him,” she said.
    “Yeah, so he asked if I’d be
willing to offer my services for several weekends a year, and I do. He’s
wealthy, and he didn’t need any help financially.”
    “What’s the resort called?”
    “Take Me Away. It’s
incredibly lame, but my friend felt it had a lot of pull. Men and women
experience that feeling of wanting to get away at times in their lives or in
relationships.”
    He stroked the back of her
neck, loving the way she shivered against his fingers.
    “I like the name. What do
you offer?”
    “I’ve never taken a sub or
done anything sexual. I told Derrick I wouldn’t do that.”
    “Derrick’s the guy who owns
the resort?”
    “Derrick Torres. He’s a good
guy. We offer everything. There are special weekends for Dom/sub pairs, or for
sadists, but they’re not as popular at the moment. We cater to more than one
fantasy. Two or more men at a time for some women or more
than one woman for the men. There are auctions where they have the
chance to buy a willing