Fantasy Island by Mickey Miller

I’ve made my millions, and I have girls lining up for me.
But all I want is her. And she wants to pretend she hates me.
I knew I wanted Crystal the moment she walked into my life.
I also should have known she’d be trouble.
Bright-blue eyes, curves from here to the Emerald Isle, and that sexy, defiant voice.

And now since I’ve been so out-of-control lately, they want her to stay in my room with me.
Are you f*** kidding me?
I’ve got to endure 2 months of watching her strut around in front of me.
It’s like putting a bear in a river with a bunch of salmon and saying “don’t even think about it.”
Except once I have a taste, I can’t give her up.
Neither can she.
Even though she won’t admit it.
But I know she loves the way I make her feel at night when no one can hear us.
Two months?
If I have my way, I’m going to make this forever.