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Oh boy, the wine was wearing off and self-consciousness was setting in.

“Sorry,” I replied with a grimace.

“I’m serious, I like that name actually,” he joked. “Then ‘sexy cock’ it is.”

We both laughed at that and I found I was beginning to relax. Maybe just allowing myself to enjoy this night wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t as if I was cheating on Kevin. He was dead. The entire idea had been to take my revenge. But now, as I allowed Mr. Sexy Cock to hold me close, I realized how much I missed this kind of intimacy.

“He was the first man I ever truly loved,” I whispered as I felt the sting of tears again. “He was supposed to be my forever. As if getting behind the wheel of a car while drunk wasn’t bad enough, he had to cheat on me as well.”

“He was an idiot.”

“You said that before.”

“I’ll repeat it a dozen times.”

“He only married me because marrying her would have been bad for his business.”

“I doubt that,” he said.

“He was seeing her way before he met me. This year would have been fifteen years since he’s been seeing her,” I paused as a thought flashed across my mind. “I know, I’ll call you Mr. Christmas.”

“Mr. Christmas?”

“Yes, you’re my Mr. Christmas this year.”

The items he’d ordered arrived and against my better judgement, I allowed him to pour me a glass of champagne. Along with the champagne were hors d’oeuvres, strawberries, chocolates and whipped cream. It wasn’t until we were half way through the hors d’oeuvres that I realized how famished I was.

Like a good host, Mr. Christmas ordered another batch of the delightful treats and another bottle of bubbly on ice even though we hadn’t yet halved the first. It was no use protesting. If I happened to get drunk and started dancing on the coffee table, at least it would be entertainment for him.

With the alcohol humming through my veins now that I had finished my glass and was on to another, my boldness returned full force along with my need to get laid. Placing my glass on the end table, I turned to him, cupped his face and pressed my lips to his.

Oh Shit, I thought. I broke my no kissing rule.

Chapter 6

Marcello

I opened my mouth and used my tongue to pry her lips apart. A soft whimper escaped her as my tongue found hers. The kiss wasn’t planned and I sensed that the champagne had something to do with it. But since Souvenir walked into my hotel suite, I’d been wanting to taste of her luscious pink lips.

The sweetness of the chocolate and champagne mingled with the spiciness of the hors d’oeuvres made for a very tasty kiss. Her smooth tongue met mine in heated passion and I pulled her close. Her warm hand made its way into my robe, roaming the plains of my chest, leaving a heated trail on my skin.

I pulled away, just a moment, to look into her eyes. “Your lips taste divine?” I whispered.

“That’s because you know how to kiss me,” she whispered back.

Cupping the back of her head, I pressed my lips to the skin of her neck, liking the sound she made in her throat. Using the tip of my tongue, I trailed it along her temple, coming around to lick the base of her neck. She gasped once more, arching backwards, giving me free rein of her neck and cleavage.

The robe fell away from her shoulders, revealing her high firm breasts and pebbled nipples. The heat in my loins increased as an electrical surge pulled me closer to her. My hot eager lips devoured each peak, savoring the tremor that rocked her body. I loved the way she responded to me and was amazed that such intense attraction could happen between two strangers.

“You like that?” I murmured.

“Yes,” she breathed, gripping my shoulders and sighing contentedly.

“Tell, me what else you want me to do to you.”

“I want to feel your hot lips on my skin.” She gasped as I grazed her nipple with my teeth. “Oh, do that again.’

I obliged by taking her nipple between my teeth, giving it a gentle bite before circling the tip with my tongue. My own body was aching to dive into her, but something held me back. This was not a woman looking to get laid, even though she had hired an escort. She was a woman who needed some TLC. She wanted to get over the pain of her dead husband’s betrayal and I wasn’t sure me sinking my hard and ready cock into her was the answer.

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