Page 81 of Sinful Escape

My buckling knees threatened to drop me to the plush carpet.

Maybe Oscar sensed my hesitation because in a flash, he whipped my zipper all the way down. My dress parted in the middle exposing my ugly underwear to the world.

my eyes shot open. People were strolling around the pool.

Fucking hell!

I shoved back from the glass.

His fingers whipped out of me.

“Wait. Wait.” Spinning to him, I expected to see shock on his face. But my outburst did little to change his calm demeanor. He simply smiled and lowered his eyes to my breasts.

I clutched my hands over my nipples. “Sorry, but ummm, people could see me.”

He nodded and stepped forward. “It is me who must apologize. I got carried away.”

“No, no, it’s not that . . . it’s just . . .”

“It’s okay, I understand.” He strode to a panel beside the door and seconds later, subtle music emanated from hidden speakers, and the lights dimmed to a delicate golden glow.

When he strolled back to me, my eyes fell on the undone button on his tuxedo pants and the enormous bulge beneath it, threatening to burst from his zipper. I had no doubt what mood Oscar was in.

A fucking horny one.

I, on the other hand, remained rooted to the floor, naked from the waist up. I could have pulled my bra down or tugged my dress closed. But no, I just stood there attempting to cover myself with my hands.

I am a fucking idiot.

He collected our champagne glasses, offered mine to me and I was torn between removing my hand from my nipples and accepting the glass, or staying covered.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and my body sizzled at the lust in his smoky eyes. “Would you like a drink?”

Feeling like the completely inexperienced fool I was, I cleared my throat and lowered my hands. “Yes please.” I gulped down a huge mouthful.

Oscar strolled to the window and pulled the drapes closed. “The glass is one way, so people cannot see in. But is this better?”

Of course it is! I’m such a fool. “Yes, thank you.”

He strode to me—a man on a mission. The intensity in his gaze made my heart skip a beat.

Again, Oscar took the glass from me and placed it on the table.

And without any fanfare, he shot his hand down the front of my giant panties.

As if they had a mind of their own my legs parted, giving him more access to my pussy. He didn’t miss a beat. A probing finger plunged inside me.

It was shocking and wicked and totally fucking incredible.

When he pushed a second finger inside me,

He repeated his earlier move where he played with my hair as he slipped in behind me. When his lips found my neck again, my mind and body swirled into passionate bliss. His hands returned their exploration, cruising down my torso and into my panties.

He was also a miracle worker. With one hand fondling my breast, he continued finger-fucking my throbbing core, trailing kisses up and down my neck. I was pinned in position, experiencing the most glorious, erotic moment of my life.

The sexual coil inside me slammed out a tribal beat. I gasped and bent my knees, giving him access to go deeper. He did, touching a place deep within me that nearly had me crumbling to the carpet.

Oscar reached around and unclipped my bra, setting my mounds free. He did it so quickly that two thoughts shot across my brain like forked lightning. One was that Oscar was as discreet as a magician; the other was that he must’ve done that a thousand times before.

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