Page 85 of Sinful Temptations

“Oh, ummm.” My already racing pulse galloped.

I glanced from Luca to Roman and had no idea what to do. Stay with my passengers and do my job, or ride away with a sexy man on a stunning stallion.

Roman’s eyes met mine, and he must’ve sensed my turmoil because he nodded and flicked his hand. “Go, Daisy. I’ve got this.”

My thoughts spun in endless loops.

Passengers . . . Luca. Job . . . fun. Obligations . . . steamy sex. So naughty . . . naughty. Sex. Sex. Sex.

I glanced at Wild Fire’s flank and thanked God I’d worn my jeans today. Maybe my subconscious had been preparing me all along.

I wanted to do this. I wanted to do something totally fucking reckless.

In that second, I thought,screw my job.

Screw my boss who doesn’t want me anymore. I have four months left in Europe. Every minute counts.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I turned to Roman. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” He winked. “Wingman.”

Guilt scraped up my insides. I was supposed to be helping him, not the other way around.

Roman was calm. Way too calm considering the unprecedented situation.

The number of thoughts hurtling through my tiny brain was of plague proportions.

Luca’s hand was still there, waiting for me. A lifeline to a promise of fun and steamy sex. I reached up, we grasped each other’s wrists, and with one herculean move, he launched me squealing onto Wild Fire.

Sounds of cheering erupted from inside the coach as I wrapped my arms around Luca’s chest. My senses were overloaded. Luca’s cologne dominated the aromas, a sexy blend of spice and leather. My breathing and that of Wild Fire’s dominated my hearing. Luca’s muscular abs rippled beneath my hands.

When I turned my attention toward the coach, twenty-eight smiling faces were looking back at meanddozens of cell phones taking photos. Roman’s smile was the grandest of all and even he was cheering me on.

“Ready?” Luca asked.

“Yes, but don’t go too fast.”

“Just hang on to me and you’ll be fine.”

He didn’t need to say that twice. I wriggled closer, increasing my grip so tight, he may well have suffocated. Luca turned the horse and as we trotted away, I prayed I didn’t make a fool of myself by falling off. It was a rough ride at first, and my lacy bra was completely inadequate for the amount of flesh bouncing around.

As my boobs slapped up and down with painful repetition, I added equestrian events to the growing list of sports my big boobs stopped me from doing. My cheeky panties, on the other hand, with the fine lace and soft satin, were on a mission to ride farther and farther up my ass.

At the rate they were going, I’d be able to taste them very soon.

It wasn’t until we left the highly manicured gardens and passed through an open gate into a large field that I understood how to synchronize my movements with Wild Fire’s rhythm.

Luca increased the horse’s pace a fraction and the slight change made the ride even smoother. The wind caught in my hair, and I smiled wider as I tried to comprehend that I was actually doing this. Maybe it was like riding a bike—it was a talent you never forgot.

When I was thirteen, I had a friend who lived on a hobby farm. We’d spent all summer with her horses, riding and grooming and laughing and singing—it was the best school holiday I ever had. Two months later, Mother declared we were moving two thousand miles away. I never saw my friend or her horses again.

Wild Fire upped his pace, and we cantered across the wide-open field, heading toward the wooded perimeter. The shift in pace was the perfect distraction from my flashback. The desire to squeal with exhilaration was strong. Too strong. “Woo hoooooo.”

Luca laughed and the flex and bulge of his muscular chest increased my joy tenfold.

Daisy Chayne, the single woman who hadn’t had a date in years, was being whisked away by a handsome cowboy on his noble steed.

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