Page 105 of Sinful Temptations

Maybe being alone wasn’t the solution to my troubles after all. Despite myself, I couldn’t help the tiny smile curling on my lips. “Frederik.”

He ducked back into the shadows but emerged seconds later wearing just black speedos. As he climbed into the bath, my eyes cruised over his defined muscles. Whatever Frederik did to keep in shape was working just fine.

He slipped into the water, barely creating a ripple and we stared into each other’s eyes from the opposite sides of the tub. It was both awkward and titillating. He had the tiniest curl at the side of his lips like he was about to do something totally crazy.

Were we going to have a repeat of last month?

Did I want that?

I had so much crap going on in my mind, it was a wonder I could think rationally. Above the water, I was calm, in control.Not!Beneath the water, I twisted my fingers into knots. At the top of my turmoil was Roman. My attraction to him was stupid. And wrong. And killing me in so many ways.

Thinking of him with Lydia, them laughing and giggling, them touching each other, them fucking each other’s brains out, had furious waves of anger rolling through me so fast, I wanted to scream.

Why do I even waste my energy on him?

Especially when there was a smoking-hot count staring at me with lust in his eyes.

Frederik licked his bottom lip ever so slowly. “Have you had a good month?”

I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to think. What I wanted was to forget. Blood coursed through my body like it was jet-propelled.

Unable to hold back a second longer, I crossed thedistance between us, curling a wave of scented water over the tub rim as I latched my lips onto his. Driving my fingers through his long hair, I grabbed a handful and pulled him toward me.

Thank God Frederik didn’t reject me.

Lord no! He was the opposite—eager to please.

Our tongues dueled in a greedy race to taste each other. A moan tumbled from his throat, and I matched it with a groan of my own.

His hand glided up my back and I copied him, feeling the firm muscles beneath his wet flesh.

I eased away, and when I saw the lust in his stunning green eyes, I stood, undid the hook on my bikini top, tossed it aside, and shoved my left boob in his face. He didn’t miss a beat, latching his lips onto my nipple and sucking hard.

I tilted my head, forcing myself to focus on now. And oh, what a glorious now it was. Romantic setting. Delightful aromas. Sexy mysterious stud.

His finger slipped into my pants and slid over my clit. I gasped at the swiftness, clawing my nails up his back. He pulled my bikini bottoms down to my ankles, and I kicked them free.

I stepped forward, straddling his legs and practically begging him to finger fuck me. When he shoved his finger inside me, I cried out. The sound echoed off the stone walls. I closed my eyes, shut off the tumbling thoughts, and let my body take over.

As I clutched his head to my breast, he rammed two fingers inside me. I bent my knees and clamped my insides around his fingers like a velvet glove.

He twisted his fingers in and out in a smooth gliding motion over and over, and an orgasm was growing inside me.

It was wild, unfettered, driven.

The sexual spring inside me wound tighter. And tighter. Every nerve in my body tingled. My eyes shot open and flashed onto Frederik. His eyes were open too. They met mine and for the briefest of seconds he glanced at me, but it was clear he wasn’t really seeing—he was lost to another world.

A sexual, erotic world.

A world where my mind finally slipped from my emotional hell and into heavenly bliss. There was nothing but my raging orgasm and his incredible fingers.

My whole body stiffened. I clamped my teeth together. I clawed at his hair.

A cry burst from my throat as my body imploded. Exploded.

My climax came out of nowhere, rolling through me like a tidal wave.

I gasped at the intensity, melted at the release, crumbled into a million quivering pieces.

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