Page 6 of Season of Seduction

She’d about decided to do that, when the cabana boy appeared with a tray. “Your lunch, Señora.”

Bemused, she cleared off the little table between the two lounge chairs and he set the tray there, whisking off the dome with a flourish.

“Poached pears?” she asked.

“Simmered in brandy sauce. Also smoked partridge, along with a variety of soft cheeses. I’m to bring you something else, if you’re not pleased.”

“No, I’m plenty pleased.”

He’d brought a bottle of oaky chardonnay with the meal, spiking the metal ice bucket container into the sand under the shade of her umbrella. She’d taken a taste of the pears when Miguel poked his head around the cabana shade.

“May I join you?”

“Of course,” she gestured at the tray, feeling both shy and excited at once.

His gaze traveled along her body, taking her in. “You look most lovely—but that suit covers up too much skin.”

“I’ve seen what some of these girls aren’t wearing. I couldn’t do that.”

He smiled and sat sideways on the twin lounge chair. “Yes, you will.”

“I will?”

“If I tell you to.”

The thought electrified her and she held herself still instead of scissoring her thighs together. In a white linen suit and a light peach shirt, he looked more exotic today. Like he might be found smoking Cuban cigars in a sidewalk café.

“Unless you’ve had second thoughts?” His eyes drifted down to the vee of her thighs, as if he could see through her.

“No.” Sweat ran down between her breasts. “Thank you for the gift. Merry Christmas to you.”

With a sly twist of his lips, he pulled a slim silver remote from his pocket. “And is your pear tree nice and ripe, lovely Roo?”

She blushed and didn’t answer. She couldn’t take her eyes from the remote, watching his thumb pass back and forth over the button.

“Are you feeling shy around me?”

“A little. I barely know you and we haven’t even kissed.”

“It makes it more exciting, doesn’t it? A reversal of the usual thing.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“Stretch your arms up over your head and grasp the top bar there.”

In a haze of surging desire, she did.

“Let’s take this for a little test drive.” Without taking his eyes off her, he pressed the button. The bullet inside her bounced into vivid life, rocketing her nearly to the edge. She felt her eyes roll back in her head. Trying to be discreet, she tried to hold back the response, but the increasing vibrations soon tore down her restraint. Wantonly, she rolled her hips, close to orgasm in front of her rapt audience.

As abruptly as it started, it stopped.

She panted a little, letting go of the tension, reluctant to open her eyes.

“That was very nice. Next time will be even better.”

She did open her eyes then, and frowned into his pleasantly relaxed smile.

“Next time.”

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