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  GLASS TOWERS

  Book 3: Surrendered

  By

  Adler and Holt

  Copyright © 2013 Adler and Holt

  Edited by Ginger Fraser

  Cover Art by Adler and Holt

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  Glass Towers Book 1: Champagne Showers

  Book 2: Shattered

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Cayman Airways, Delta, Barefoot Bubbly, Hummer, Le Spa, Ray Ban, Hotel le St. James, Ugg, Fairmont, Four Seasons, Zupans, Beyonce, Michael Buble, Raggedy Ann, Jeep, and Valentino.

  Acknowledgements

  We would like to thank our friends and family who have supported us and helped to make this book possible. (You know who you are)

  We are eternally grateful to our wonderful husbands and amazing children for your patience and understanding throughout this process. Without your love and support, none of this would be possible.

  To our beloved readers, we greatly appreciate you! Thank you for reading!

  I love who I am when I am with you.

  Being with you makes me alive and strive to be a better person.

  Each and every day, I fall in love with you all over again.

  You were made for me and I will always feel the fire you ignite within me.

  ~Harrison Towers~

  Chapter One

  “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, on behalf of myself and the rest of this morning’s flight crew, I want to welcome you aboard Cayman Airways flight 416: service from Grand Cayman heading non-stop to Atlanta, Georgia. We are currently level at 33,000 feet, and that will probably be our final cruising altitude today. It appears that we will have a smooth flight ahead, and I can turn off the Seat Belt Sign.” (Ding as the lighted sign goes off) “Please feel free to move about the cabin as you wish. We only request that while you are in your seat, please keep your seat belt fastened snugly about you. That is what we do in the cockpit, just in case we encounter some unexpected turbulence. In the mean time, please sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight. If there is anything that anyone of us can do to make your flight a more pleasant one, please let us know. Once again, welcome aboard.”

  “And for you, Mrs. Towers?”

  I feel a poke in my rib, “I’m sorry, what?”

  Gah. Mrs. Towers? That sounds incredible, but oh so foreign. I take my gaze away from the sparkling ring on my finger and turn to my husband, who is looking at me with an amused smirk. I look up to see the impatient flight attendant staring down at me with both eyebrows raised.

  Harrison speaks up, “She will have a mimosa please, and some sparkling water.” He tilts his head at me and bites his lower lip. I have half a notion to lean over and bite that lip myself. Harrison was not able to buy out the entire section of First Class on this flight, so that might be a bit too much PDA for now.

  “What has your attention mi amore?” He takes my hand into his and rubs the ring on my finger, pushing it around in a slow circular motion. He looks at me with hooded ‘I want sex’ eyes.

  There go my naughty loins again. My body seems to be lacking an off switch when it comes to my reactions to Harrison.

  I smile up at him. “I am just feeling so happy right now. Can’t we just stay in paradise, live in a little grass hut and shut the world out?”

  He sighs. I know we are going to have a shit storm when we return. Frankly, that worries me a bit too, but Danielle, we have our whole lifetime ahead of us, and I want to show you the world. We can’t very well do that in a grass hut.”

  The flight attendant serves our drinks and we toast to ‘us’. I lean my seat back to get a little snooze in before we land in Atlanta. In just a little over 8 hours, we have to face reality in Portland. Something I have been avoiding for the last ten days. I close my eyes, hoping sweet dreams of the last week will come to me.

  10 Days Ago…

  I stepped off the plane when we reached Grand Cayman Island. The warm tropical breeze flowed through my hair and warmed my face. At first glance, this island was absolutely beautiful. It was like something out of a movie, with swaying palm trees, crystal blue waters and the music of the Caribbean playing in the background.

  I looked to the crowd and spotted Harrison, waiting for me as all the passengers exited the plane. His face was excited, warm and loving. He mouthed to me as he smiled, “I love you.” Oh! He was a sight for sore eyes, and the butterflies in my stomach resumed their flight of fancy. He looked to fit right in here in the tropics, with his blue plaid Bermuda shorts and a white, short sleeve snug-fit v-neck shirt. He was already sporting a tan and looking simply gorgeous.

  I locked eyes with him, and in one fleeting moment, I had the feeling I had desired my entire life. I felt as if a huge weight has been lifted off me. All the craziness dropped to my feet. I felt a sense of security once I was with Harrison at that moment in time.

  Every time we escape to be with each other, I feel as if we are living in a completely different world. A life where there are no worries, no stalkers or crazy women, and we just have each other, without any outside influence crashing into our world. This is really what it is all about. Happiness with the one you love. My love.

  I walked past the small three-piece Caymanian band, sitting near the entrance of the main airport building. The airport is so small that everyone deplanes on the tarmac. After I made it through customs, I joined Harrison, who was waiting for me outside. He grabbed my bags and led me to the black-tinted Hummer sitting outside the airport.

  “Mr. Towers,” the driver nodded then turned his attention to me. “Ms. Austen, welcome to Grand Cayman.”

  The friendly driver took my bags and we headed off. We drove through Georgetown. My face close to the tinted glass, I could see cruise ships in the distance and many people crowding the shops, bars and restaurants in town. Harrison took my hand into his as he scooted closer to me.

  “Are you ready for Grand Cayman, Danielle?”

  “I hope so. This island looks so alive! Honestly, I am ready to be anywhere with you and only you.”

  “Me too, Mi Amor.” He leaned over and gave me a brief, but tender, kiss.

  “Where are we staying? In town?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Oh. Are we staying in a hotel on the beach?”

  “So inquisitive aren’t we, beautiful. Don’t worry you will love where we are heading.”

  Oh my. Not staying in town, not in a hotel. I could only imagine the grand plan Harrison has set up. He is always prepared and with nothing but the best. I really could get use to this! We drove on the main road that outlines the island. We passed by beautiful homes, restaurants, diving spots and miles of gorgeous, white-sand beach and crystal blue water. We seemed to be heading away from all the tourist spots. All the beach entrances were really quiet and some didn’t have any people playing in the water at all. We had driven about 30 minutes
, through miles of pure paradise. I was just taken with how beautiful the island was and how untouched many spots appeared to be.

  “Ah, here we are, Danielle. Cayman Kai.”

  Lining the right side of the street were gorgeous estates, many with gated entrances. They really were all different and unique. Some were blue, peach, yellow and some were simply modern, neutral colors. Most of them had signage near their entrances, naming the property. Some read, Tranquility, Cayman Jewel, and Sunset Sky. Each home titled to fit its personality and look. There was definitely a mix, but I could tell from the drive that we must be on a more high-end part of the island.

  The Hummer began to slow down, and turned into a gated entrance.

  Harrison leaned over and whispered near my ear, “Welcome to Serenity, Danielle.”

  I inhaled sharply and held my breath for a few seconds. Literally, breathtaking. There was a small sign on the stone wall that said ‘Serenity’. Oh, yes Serenity! I need a large dose of that!

  “This will be ours for the week. Are you ready?”

  “Harrison, it is just enchanting. I can’t believe this is all ours!?”

  We drove through the gates and up a driveway with palm trees lining each side. The house was a large Mediterranean estate, with stone and stucco accents. Harrison definitely has a thing for European design.

  Harrison turned to me and grabbed my face with both hands. He kissed me sweetly on the lips and looked deep into my eyes. His gaze was piercing, I was ready to crumble right here on this leather seat.

  “Prepare yourself for the week of your life. I promise you, Grand Cayman will change you forever. I love you Danielle.”

  Swoon! Dear lord, how in the hell did I get to this point in time with Towers, himself. I should pinch myself. I felt as if I was completely in a dreamland.

  We walked through the large wooden doors, and I almost fell to the floor. Gasp! The entire house was glass and facing the water. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the gorgeous, blue water. I felt as if I was looking at a painting. Everything was pristine. From the white and cream furniture, to the coral and gold accents, this house was the epitome of luxury meeting Caribbean chic. Dark wood, cream-colored tile and marble, and a giant crystal chandelier in the entryway. Exactly the way I would decorate this estate. I was in complete awe. I had never stepped into anything that grand of scale, let alone stayed in, in my entire life. I just wanted to run and jump on the sofa and scream at the top of my lungs. Squee!!

  I stopped myself to tune back into reality. Harrison was standing against the marble pillar in the entryway, just staring at me. His eyes amused and at ease. He looked relaxed and carefree.

  “Harrison this is...”

  “All ours, Danielle,” as he walked over and planted a tender kiss on my forehead. He swept me up with one hand under my knees and the other supporting my back. I felt so safe in Harrison’s strong arms. His smell was intoxicating, as usual. His was hair perfectly brushed back, with loose locks curling up at the end.

  “I don’t want to let another minute slip by. I want to savor each and every minute with you this week.”

  Melt. All I could do was melt completely in his arms. My body had never felt so weak, yet so alive, in my life.

  Harrison carried me out on the entry-level deck, which was the length of the estate. The pool flowed out from underneath the deck and had an infinity drop. When looking over the deck, all you could see was water. The glistening pool almost looked as if it overflowed into the blue-green ocean. I felt at peace.

  Harrison placed me down on the ground, as I grasped onto the clear railing of the deck’s see-through wall. Harrison placed his hands on my shoulders, as our bodies remained touching.

  “The thought of your body pressed against mine, Danielle, drives me insane. I have missed you, all of you.”

  I buried my head into Harrison’s shoulder, as I let out a long sigh.

  “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Towers. I am ready to get into that water with you, and unwind. What do you think?”

  “Well, that is one location in which we haven’t made love,” he chuckled to himself.

  “Oh, Harrison. I should have known you would say something like that. You are determined to make love to me on every surface and medium you can imagine.”

  “So, are you complaining?”

  “Not at all, handsome. I am game!”

  “Good. I figured so. You know I am going to make love to your sweet body in more ways that you have never imagined.”

  Lord! I am not sure he will ever lose his sexual appetite. I mean come-on, I should nickname him the bionic sexual man. But, still, I am not complaining!

  Harrison helped me unpack; we took a little snooze to recharge our batteries and headed out to the ocean. We spent the remainder of our day swimming, snorkeling, collecting shells and just enjoying our alone time with each other. Making out under the sun, our bodies were against one another every minute of the day. We could not seem to keep our hands off one another. That evening, we ventured into town and spent the night dancing away at the Warf, which overlooks the ocean in Georgetown. I have never ever seen Harrison so out of his element. He was fun, carefree and out of his head. Of course, every woman in the restaurant and dance lounge was eyeing him all night long. I did not mind. An exotic location, with the best-looking man in the joint and his arm around me and mouth pressed against my lips the whole night, I could not picture doing anything else. Who knew Harrison had such moves! Okay, I figured, since he rocked the sheets, he would do the same on the dance floor. And, did he ever deliver!

  We danced about two hours and it was nearing 11 PM. Harrison grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor. He led me through the crowd of people, while everyone was staring at us. Well, mainly, staring at Harrison, for that matter.

  He pulled me into a corner, outside on the patio of the restaurant. Grabbed both sides of my face and planted the most delicious, sensual mind blowing attack on my lips. His want and need showed through in the way he kissed me. As if he could not get enough. God, that made me so hot. My whole core and sex were pulsating with desire. I just wished he would pull my dress up and fuck me right there, right then. His body pressed up against mine, with his hands now firmly against the wall. He had me captured in between the wall and his body. Exactly where I always want to be. I can never get enough of this man.

  Harrison tore his luscious lips away from mine, his breathing ragged from passion. He got close to my ear and whispered, “Danielle, you have absolutely no idea how hard it is for me to force myself to stop thinking about you. Not sometimes, but all the time.”

  Shit! Swoon! Melt! I was melting damn him, just melting. Limp. That was exactly how I felt. He knows exactly what to say to me at the most perfect time. He can’t ever stop thinking about me. God, I love this! If he only knew that he consumes my every waking second of every damn day.

  So, this is love. True, honest, uninhibited, passionate, vulnerable love.

  Harrison proceeded to grab my hand and led me down a stone staircase. It put us right out on the sand. The water was calmer than I had expected it to be. Harrison and I walked hand in hand down the beach about a half a mile. The beach was pretty quiet, maybe only a handful of people out while we walk Seven Mile Beach. Grand hotels and palm trees line Seven Mile. This was a nice change from our secluded resort estate. I loved being immersed in the Cayman culture. Absorbing the Caribbean music, eating conch fritters and all the delicious seafood dishes. The Caymanians are really some of the nicest people I have met, in my entire lifetime. The island was so clean, safe, and full of life that it made you feel good to be there. ‘No worries’ I guess should be the catch phrase for Grand Cayman.

  Harrison found a secluded alcove on the beach. It was almost like a private little beach, surrounded by large rocks. We ducked through, and Harrison grabbed my hands. He pulled me close to his body and ran his tongue from left to right, over my bottom lip.

  “God, I want to just bite this delectable, f
irm lip of yours, Danielle.” His hands slid up my dress and grabbed my ass firmly, as he pulled me into him. The sounds of the crashing waves against the rocks covered my sensual moans. He started to work his tongue over my lips and down my neck. Running his tongue up and down my neck, while stopping to suckle at my ear, he hit my sweet spot, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled the rest of my dress over my head and tossed it behind him. He began to slide his body and tongue down, down and down. He stopped at my breasts. Grasping both of them in his hands and squeezing firmly, as he pushed his face in between them. Licking underneath my hard tits and flicking his tongue all around them, while he took each one deep into his mouth. Devouring every last inch.

  “Jesus, Harrison.”

  He looked up at me and gave me that devilish smile. My body trembled as I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer into me.

  His tongue was moving south, over my belly button, and then horizontally to my waistline. He began to run that expert tongue up and down the length of my sides, while holding firmly onto my hips.

  In a matter of seconds, his mouth was on my soaking wet heat, through my lace panties. Running his tongue up and down the length of my swollen, needy lips. I felt as if I was ready to combust. He continued to tease me, ever so well. I faintly remembered him doing this before. Honestly, this was one of the hottest things that I had ever experienced. Harrison continued trying to plunge his tongue through the lace. I wanted it so bad. My panties were soaked with his desire and my juices. I reached down, as I could not take it any longer. I slid my panties to the side and pushed his face into me as he went wild on me. He pulled back just a little. His tongue flicked at my entrance, and then slightly parting the tissues, he threw his hands behind my ass and pushed me into his mouth as he slipped his tongue deep inside me. His whole face devoured inside of me. He continued, faster, harder, and with the most passion that I have ever felt when he has eaten my pussy out. This is one thing that I could never live without. Number one would be Harrison, and number two would be how he makes me cum with that skilled tongue of his. Damn! I lifted one of my legs and placed it on the rock to the right of me, leaving Harrison beneath me. Wrapping his hands under my thighs and holding my body tight, he attacked my sex.