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Cate has vacationed in the tropics with her best friend, Joy, for years. Much to her dismay, she finds her sex-crazed-self wanting more than a perfect travel companion or a quick romp, except Joy is off-limits. How will Cate avoid erupting like a volcano if Joy ignores her advances?

Cate and Joy are best friends, business partners, and travel buddies. Everything is perfect…a lush tropical island, white sandy beaches, a sparkling swimming pool and a cozy bedroom…until Cate finds herself suffering from acute sexual frustration. Joy fights the inevitable and avoids taking their friendship to the next level. After all, according to Joy, best friends don’t fuck and there’s too much to lose if it doesn’t work out. Would you take the plunge?

Excerpt:
“What do you mean you gave away our room?” Joy demanded.
“I’m sorry, Miss. It was an oversight.” The clerk didn’t look all that sorry. Joy looked like she was about to rearrange his meek face. I saw the pulse in her neck beat in sync with my heart.
“Well, you’d better check again because we were confirmed.”
“I have one room left.” He glanced up from the screen. “But it has only one king- sized bed.”
“We’ll take it,” I said, pushing Joy out of the way with my hip. I took our keys while her stare bored through my head. “We’re adults. Surely, we can manage to share a bed without touching.”
Joy looked as skeptical as I felt, but she silently agreed, and we went to get settled.
“You’d better keep to your side, Cate.” Joy dumped her duffle bag on the bed, choosing the right. “And no parading around here in your underwear or naked. Deal?”
“Sure thing, boss.” I flashed a toothy grin. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. No eating in bed.”
“I guess sex is out then, too.”
She threw a ball of socks and hit me squarely on the jaw. I cracked up and beat her to the bathroom. We took turns changing into swimsuits and headed out for fun in the sun. Joy complained about lathering sunscreen on my back, but her massage affected me to the tips of my toes in a sweet torture that collected in my clit.
The hotel pool had waterslides, underwater bars, and even an aquarium. As I watched Joy swim laps, I fell deeper in love. We spent the day parasailing and alternating between snorkeling in the surf and swimming in the pool.
That night, we retired to our room and undressed for bed. Joy wore sweats and I thought she’d die of heat frustration. I didn’t sleep a wink with her near enough for me to tell she couldn’t sleep either. Counting her breaths didn’t help lull me. I fought the urge to tackle her as she lay at the very edge of the mattress. Less than an inch and she’d be on the floor.
“Well, goodnight then.” Her voice was thick and huskier than usual.
“Night, Joy. Sleep tight.”

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