Page 80 of Sinful Escape

After a couple of thumping heartbeats, the door opened.

His appearance made my galloping heart hit explosive mode. Oscar had removed his jacket, loosened his bow tie, and undone a couple of buttons on his white shirt. The slight change in attire rocketed him from sexy to out of this world.

“Daisy . . . I’m pleased you decided to come.”

He stepped aside and held his hand forward, inviting me to enter. I did, and it was like stepping onto a page of a Luxury Travel Guide magazine. Over-the-top extravagance hit me from every angle. The room was fit for a king and when Oscar eased into my view, he added a whole new dimension to its magnificence.

“Lucky you came, or I’d have had to drink this champagne all by myself.” He indicated to a silver ice bucket with two champagne flutes at its side. “May I offer you a drink?”

My eyes fell on the bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Champagne. His choice of champagne confirmed two things: Oscar had money to burn, and he’d known I would be sharing the drink with him.

My brain scrambled over whether or not to accept a drink. If I agreed, this would be my third drink tonight. That was more than I usually consumed in a week. Yet I wanted it. No . . . more like I needed a good dose of liquor to settle my nerves. I cleared my throat; hopeful my voice didn’t quiver. “I’d love one please.”

He shifted over to the table and began weaving the foil off the champagne bottle. “Take a look around.”

Grateful for his offer, I glided my fingers over the mushroom-colored Chesterfield sofa and tried to absorb every inch of the incredible suite. A Ming dynasty vase adorned the side table and just the idea of it being real had me giving it a wide berth.

I stepped up to the enormous full-length window that was centered between the giant king-size bed and the sofa. The champagne cork popped behind me as I admired the magnificent vista. The view from his penthouse spanned over the hotel’s pool and stunning manicured grounds. Beyond that was the bay, dotted with dozens of enormous yachts. The breathtaking scene twinkled with millions of lights like an intricate Christmas tree.

“Magnificent, isn’t it? Oscar was at my side holding a glass forward.

I reached for it. “Yes, it is.”

“Cheers.”

We chinked our glasses, and as I sipped the delicious bubbles, I looked into his smoky eyes. I was living a dream. He reached over and my breath caught as he ran his fingers through the loose curls at my shoulder. His gaze flitted from my mouth to my hair to my eyes, and their intensity made my heart thump to a crazy beat.

His fingers trailed across the back of my neck and my knees just about buckled at his tender touch.

“Tu es si belle.”

To hear him say I was beautiful made my heart flutter, but it was his sexy French accent that shot a delicious thrill through me. Reaching for my hand, he gently pried my champagne glass from my fingers, placed both our drinks on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and before I’d inhaled another breath, he eased in behind me.

Holy hotcakes. Is this really happening?

The heat of his body against mine confirmed it absolutely was. His delicious cologne, an intoxicating blend of sandalwood and citrus, had my insides purring.

He cruised his hand down my left arm and guided my palm, so I placed it against the glass window. I was his willing plaything, lured by an erotic spell. While my mind was still processing what was happening, my body was singing ‘hell yeah’ in all sorts of delicious ways.

Oscar placed my second hand on the window so I could no longer see him. Instead, I was looking out over the spectacular marina lights. His fingers brushed against my neck, activating delightful shivers that danced through me.

Oscar pulled my hair aside and when his lips found my flesh, I gasped at his tenderness. The shivers became skyrockets, and a fire ignited within my loins. Sparks of desire zapped along every nerve like I was coming alive after years of slumber.

I rolled my head sideways, giving him more, and he trailed kisses from my earlobe to the nape of my neck. His chest was against my back and the warmth emanating from his body added to my own erotic inferno. He reached around, gently curling his hand over my breast.

My nipples rose to attention. Throbbing. Aching.

His hand continued its journey over my breast and under, and tiny mewling sounds tumbled from my throat. I rolled my head back, resting it on his shoulder. Closing my eyes, my mouth fell open, and I slipped into another world. A world where my overactive mind took a back seat to all the delicious tantalization of my flesh.

He repeated the move, curling his hand slowly, slowly over my breast and cupping beneath, and I couldn’t decide if he was feeling its weight or sizing it up for something wicked. My tingling nipples grew hard, throbbing.

I reached around, eager to feel his flesh, but he clutched my hand and placed it firmly back on the window. My body took over and I moved my ass in a way that said, take me now.

He found my dress zipper nestled at my cleavage and my insides pulsed out a heady beat with each inch he glided it downward. When he reached my navel, I froze. My nanna knickers. I’d completely forgotten about them.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

The pulse in my vagina vanished.

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