Page 58 of Illicit Temptation

I blink in response, my eyes dying to drink in all of her body, head to toe, stopping at every tempting inch in between.

When I don’t answer, she cackles and lifts the bottle to fill her mouth with whipped cream.

Just you wait, princess. I’ve got cream for you.

With her eyes closed, I feast on her body. Fuck, those tits are nicer than I remember. Full and perky with dark, hard nipples.

She’s curvy with a full waist and a little pot belly. Fuck, I loved how soft she was. I shake some sense into my brain. Shea-Lynne is standing here, naked, going down on a whipped cream can in front of me.

Something’s wrong. This isn’t her.

However, I don’t mindthisShea-Lynne, the sexy siren who gives in to her desires. “Care to share that, princess,” I say to see what happens.

She smiles and wipes that finger across her upper lip.

I grab her hand. “Oh no, princess, allow me.”

With a swipe of my tongue, I taste the sweetness on her lips and my knees nearly buckle.

I drop the can and pull her against my chest, my hands wrapped around her naked waist. My cock hardens so fast I nearly pass out.

She kisses me with a devouring hunger. Like a goddess. Like a slut. Just like in Vegas when shewas...

A shock storms through me and everything stops. My world crashes down on me. In Vegas, she got drunk and has no memory of us fucking.

But she’s not drunk. She had one glass of champagne at the gala. One drink wouldn’t do this. Unless someone drugged her.

But I brought over her the drink. Watched the fucker pour it.

Drugs.

The sleeping meds her brother called in. Aww fuck, she’s sleepwalking. I don’t recall her taking anything in Las Vegas, but it’s blacking out just the same.

Thisisn’t my angel. But it’s the devil woman who will fuck me.

Christ, what a temptation.

“Shea-Lynne,” I whisper, caressing her face. “Do you know who I am?”

Smiling, she dips her head back. “You’re my husband. We got married in the Logan Street Wedding Chapel.”

The clarity in her voice shocks me. I’m not sure the wedding certificate lists the chapel. Just the address and the minister’s signature.

“And what happened after our ceremony, Shea?”

“We went for cheesecake. It’s my favorite.”

My ragged breathing intensifies. Under the influence of these meds, she’s unlocked the memory she lost of our wedding. And our wedding night.

“And after the cheesecake?”

She blushes. “You took me back to your room.”

“Where? Where was I staying?”

“You don’t remember, handsome?” She runs her hands down my chest.

“Refresh my memory.”

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