Page 60 of Sinful Temptations

“Great. Let’s get going.” Roman opened the door and the six women and I strolled out into the crisp mountain air.

Roman stepped up beside me, rubbing his hands against the cold. “So, have you done this before?”

“Nope. This will be my first time.”

“Oh, good. Then it will be another new thing we get to do together.”

When he smiled down at me with that little sister look that I’d come to love, my heart fluttered. I inhaled his cologne, and my mind swam with the gloriousness of it. I’d be happy to breathe him in all day.

Oh, God, Daisy. Stop.

I had enough problems just trying to walk.

At the top of the street, the eight of us climbed into the cable car and wedged into the seats, four on one side, four on the other. Roman sat opposite me, between Belinda and Laura.

I was surrounded by beauty. Every single one of the women was stunning. Maybe it was the crisp mountain air that gave them all flushed cheeks. Or the knitted beanies with fluffy pom-poms that projected cute and sexy at the same time.

Then again, it could be that all of them were young and vibrant and gorgeous tourists with their whole lives ahead of them.

And then there was Roman. Mr. Perfect, attracting all their attention like he was sitting there naked with a raging hard-on.

Fuck me.

I have lost my mind.

Between the women and Roman, the conversation bounced from one thing to the next and it was impossible not to get caught up in their excited banter. We talked about our favorite James Bond actor. Daniel Craig for all the ladies, Halle Berry for Roman.

As the cable car cruised higher up the mountain, I even forgot about my throbbing uterus for a while.

But, boy oh boy, once we’d stepped out, each step toward the plaque marking the beginning of the hiking track had my uterus reminding me that it was there, and it was not happy.

The six ladies strode ahead of us, leaving Roman and me to bring up the rear.

“Hey, are you okay?” Roman placed his hand on the small of my back.

“Yes. Yes. Why?”

“Oh, you seem a bit off. Is it because I asked them to join us?” He flicked his hand toward the women who were already nearing the first bend in the track.

“No. Of course not. I have a little stomachache. That’s all.”

A frown drilled across his brow. “Oh, do you want to stop?”

“No. No. I’ll be fine. This’ll be good for me.” I nodded at the mountain ranges around us, all topped with snow and looking every bit picture-postcard perfect.

“Okay, well, let me know if you change your mind and I’ll return with you.” His eyes captured mine, making me believe he’d follow me to the end of the earth and back again just to ensure I was safe.

My heart swooned. “I will.”

If I was in a romance novel, Roman would’ve just added another page.

He tapped my shoulder and stepped on ahead, placing me in the ideal position to watch the bulge and flex of his nicely toned bottom.

With the rolling green fields below and the snowcapped surrounds, it was easy to imagine that we’d stepped onto the set ofThe Sound of Music.

I breathed in the crisp air and tried to be in the moment. A moment where my scenery was spectacular—the mountain ranges, the beautiful blue sky, and Roman’s sexy butt.

Despite my throbbing loins, I was enjoying myself. The trek wasn’t arduous as the incline was subtle and it was well marked, so I didn’t have to worry about losing any of the women.

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