Page 79 of Sinful Temptations

“Huh. So, what’s wrong with it? I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?” My jaw dropped. “Oh, my god. Don’t tell me?—”

“Tell you what?” He puffed on his joint.

I sucked on my cherry-flavored joint, and when he did that thing where he wiggled his nose, I forgot what I was going to say. “Huh? What?” I frowned and it felt like my forehead was going to fall down over my eyes.

He giggled and it was the cutest thing ever. “You’re so funny.”

“So are you.” I had another puff and when I blew out the smoke, I watched it drift high into the sky. My head fell back and hit the back of the seat. “Oweeee.”

“Oh, shit. Are you okay?”

Roman’s eyes rolled to me and it looked so weird, I began giggling. That giggle became a full-blown laugh that had me slipping off the bench. “Shit.” I grabbed onto Roman, and the two of us fell onto the grass with him landing on top of me.

I laughed so hard I was going to pee my pants. I shoved my hand between my legs but couldn’t stop giggling.

Roman leaned over the top of me. The intensity in his eyes had my giggling jolting to a stop. “What?” I blinked up at him, worried about why he’d got so serious.

He lowered his lips to mine.

A groan tumbled from my throat as the softest lips I’d ever felt squished against mine. I drove my fingers through his hair, pinning him in position. I opened my mouth, letting him know that he could explore more if he wanted.

He did, and oh, what an exploration it was.

His tongue was warm yet probing, dancing a beautiful duet that had my insides curling and my pussy throbbing.

I glided my hand up his back, then curled beneath the edge of his shirt, seeking his warm flesh. My fingers examined the muscular plains of his shoulders, feeling every delightful dip and curve. His scent was incredible, driving all the delicious shudders through me.

My eager fingers wanted more and traveled down beneath his belt, into the back of his shorts, and clutched those mounds of flesh that I’d admired many, many times.

His derriere was glorious, way better than it looked.

Roman had my breast in his hand, and all I wanted to do was tear my clothing off.

I wanted him naked and on top of me, in me.

“Break it up, you two. That’s only permitted after dark.” The voice boomed from nowhere.

It was megaphone-loud and I yelped at the intrusion. Over Roman’s shoulder, I saw the scowling face of an elderly man with a disastrous comb-over. He looked like a potato head.

“Oh shit.” I yanked my hand out of Roman’s shorts. “Roman, we have company.”

“Huh. What?” He scrunched up his face.

I pushed him off me and he flopped back like a giant rag doll. Sitting up, I glared at the old man and his equally old female partner.

“You can’t do that until it’s dark.” Potato Head pointed at the sun.

“Yeah? Well, excuse me . . .” I waggled my head. “. . . but this is a private party.”

His eyes bulged. Hers did too and the two of them scurried off like a couple of chipmunks with a fox on their tail.

The second they were gone, I burst out laughing. I never did anything like that.

Damn, it felt good.

A truckload of laughs dumped their shipment on me, and I laughed so hard I really was going to pee my pants. “Shit.” I crossed my legs.

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