She gave him a long, assessing look and then nodded. “I think it’s very sweet that you were trying to save me all this time. Your methods were misguided and kind of stalkerish, but I do think your heart was in the right place. You still need to make it up to me though.”
“And how will I do that exactly?”
“Well, you did sabotage my fantasy.”
He gave her a surprised look. “You mean you didn’t go through with it?”
“No. Of course not. Did you think I came here, freshly devirginized by Clark?”
“Well, yeah. This whole time I’d been imagining you with him. Hence the brooding by myself in the corner like a loser.”
“There wasn’t anything to brood about. I didn’t go through with it.”
“Why?”
“If I tell you, do you promise your ego won’t get inflated?”
He gave her a wicked grin. “Trust me, it’s not my ego that’s inflated right now.”
Mona elbowed him in the ribs and rolled her eyes. “You`re kidding.”
“No, I’m really not.” He surreptitiously brought her hand down to the juncture of his thighs.
Mona allowed him to wrap her fingers around his prominent erection. He felt huge beneath his zipper. She looked around quickly but no one was even aware of them. Even the bartender was watching the Macarena being performed badly by the guests.
She gave him a little squeeze that made him groan “You mean, we’ve been having this serious discussion and you’ve been like this the whole time?”
He brushed his fingers along the slope of her breast in a gesture that was so fleeting she thought she’d imagined it, until he repeated it. Twice. Her nipples instantly hardened and strained against the fabric of her gown.
Sam stared down at her breasts, admiring his handy-work. “This is your fault. If you weren’t so fucking sexy I’d be able to have a rationale conversation without thinking about how you tasted on the plane. Now, tell me why you didn’t fulfill your fantasy.”
She took a deep breath and then reached up and cupped his cheek with the hand that wasn’t buried in his lap. “The truth is that I couldn’t go through with it because the whole time, I was thinking of you.” She shrugged. “Poor Clark didn’t stand a chance.”
“Good answer.” He gave her an intense look. “Cause this weekend, all your fantasies belong to me. Okay?”
She nodded. “That’s exactly what I had in mind. You definitely owe me one. Maybe more than one.”
Then she was in his arms and every fantasy she`d ever had paled in comparison to the reality of being with this man, the right man, again.
*****
From across the room Miss Bright watched this scene unfold with a huge smile on her face. She loved it when a client’s fantasy worked out, even if it hadn’t gone exactly as planned. Carlos would probably disagree but she would consider this particular scenario yet another success for Delta of Venus Inc.
Epilogue
Just the huge pale moon illuminated their passage through the inky darkness behind the tent. Sam’s big hand was wrapped securely around Mona’s as they made their way towards the infinity pool she had admired on her way to the wedding reception earlier that evening.
When they reached the dimly-lit pool deck he paused and turned her towards him. She knew exactly what to expect as his mouth came crashing down on hers. He couldn’t seem to stop kissing her. Since they’d reunited at the wedding just a few hours ago, either his hands or his lips had been on her at all times. And she loved it. Every touch expressed how much he wanted her and it was unbelievably exciting to be desired by a man like Sam. There was just something about him that pushed all her buttons and made her senses come sizzling to life. She couldn’t wait to share her fantasy with him, even if it was probably pretty tame by his standards.
“God. You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispered against her lips. “What is it about this dress that makes me want to rip it off you? With my teeth if necessary.” He palmed her bottom through the sheer material and pulled her up tight against his chest.
Mona was suddenly very glad she’d stopped at that overpriced boutique in her former resort’s lobby. She’d splurged on the cobalt blue, one-shouldered gown with the dangerously high slit up the thigh because it made her feel like a goddess. It went perfectly with the bejeweled silver sandals with the five inch heels she’d picked up on sale.
“Do you think anyone will come looking for us?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Chuckling, he tugged her even closer and bit down softly on her one bare shoulder. “Wow. You actually sounded hopeful there. What a depraved little exhibitionist you’re turning into.”
In retaliation, she gave the back of his chin-length hair a sharp tug.
“Ow. Sadistic too. ” He rubbed the back of his head. “You are just a basket of kinkiness, aren’t you?”
“I kinda am, aren’t I?” Mona said proudly. “Who knew?” She slid both hands down his chest and playfully fingered his nipple piercings through his tuxedo shirt. “But I don’t think I can be a kinky virgin. They’re mutually exclusive terms, aren’t they?”
“Evidently they can co-exist, but only in one very special lady.” He looked vaguely embarrassed at that sentiment but quickly recovered his usual teasing manner. “In your case, they go together perfectly. Like beer and pizza.”
“Ahhhh. And you say you’re not the hearts and flowers type.”
His hand wandered down the outside of her thigh, found the high slit her dress and slid under the silky material. He raked his short nails up her inner thighs, causing gooseflesh to break out on her delicate skin. “I’m really more the screams and moans type.”
She arched one eyebrow at him. “Big talk. I think there’s a romantic under all the hair, tattoos and attitude.”
He looked at her steadily, with an arrogant tilt to his lips. “Is that a challenge?”
She stared up at the dark sky and pretended to think about it. “I believe it is.”
“Fine. Prepare to have laryngitis tomorrow.” His hand possessively cupped her silk-covered mound under her dress as he leaned down to kiss her.
She held her fingers up to his lips before he could swoop into toe-curling, back-arching, orgasm-inducing action. “First we have a fantasy to fulfill. Then you can prove your manly ability to make me scream myself hoarse.”
He kissed her fingertip. “Can’t we do both?” He asked playfully, sucking her index finger into his mouth.
Damn, that was hot. Mona nearly lost her train of thought as Sam proceeded to toy with the tip of her finger with his tongue. The action reminded her of how he’d briefly played with her clit on the plane that day and she felt her core surge with moisture as she recalled the pleasure he was able to coax from her body so effortlessly.
“Whew. You are so distracting,” she said, gently removing her fingers from his wicked mouth she covered his eyes with her palm instead. “Just close your eyes and let me do this. You owe me, remember?” She slid out of his arms. “Keep ‘em closed now.”
He grimaced but didn’t open his eyes. “Hey. Where’re you going? If this fantasy of yours involved LESS physical contact then I’m officially not a fan.”
“Just be patient.” Mona giggled and watched him carefully as she silently removed her sparkly shoes. His sandy eyebrows were drawn down over his closed eyes, giving him a thunderous expression but his lips were quirked up in an amused half-smile. His face was so expressive and animated. She loved watching him. He was clearly torn between wanting to get down to the business of pleasuring her, and playing out her fantasy. But his eyelashes didn’t flicker, not even when he heard the sound of her gown’s long zipper going down.
His half grin turned wolfish. “Now, that sound has possibilities I like. Can I open my eyes?”
Mona shimmied out of her dress and hung it over one of the nearby lounges. “No. But why don’t you start counting down from twenty. When you reach zero, you can open your eyes.�
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He crossed his arms over his wide chest and tipped his head back, exposing his strong throat. “I swear to God, if this fantasy involves a game of naked hide-and-seek, I am going to spank you.”
Why did that declaration make her knees go weak with longing? Was she really that freaky? Apparently with him, she was. But later. She was playing a different game now. “No hiding. I promise.”
“Fine.” He leaned against the frame of one of the nearby cabanas. “Here goes. Twenty. Nineteen. Eighteen”
“Slower,” Mona called as she quickly unclasped her strapless bra and flung it onto the lounge on top of her dress.
He made an exasperated sound but continued counting down with exaggerated slowness. “Seventeen. Sixteen. Fifteen.”
Her midnight-blue panties joined her bra on the lounge and then she was tip-toeing towards the water, looking back over her shoulder to ensure he wasn’t cheating. Adrenaline and excitement jolted through her body as she rushed to get herself in place.
“Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve.”
The pool was huge and had three sets of artfully arranged steps in the nearby shallow end alone. Under-mounted lights illuminated the surface, giving it a glowing quality. Holding her breath, Mona stepped into the water, hoping to find that it wasn’t too cold. The last thing she wanted to worry about tonight was shrinkage.
She sighed with relief when she found that the water was warm and inviting.
“Eleven. Ten. Nine.”
Trying to make as little sound as possible, she descended the stairs. Jets of water swirled around her feet and legs as she carefully stepped downward, trying to avoid an embarrassing tumble. It would probably sabotage the sexy mood if he had to fish her out and perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But then again, even that brought to mind another potential fantasy.
She wondered how he’d feel about exploring the whole damsel-in-distress, role-playing scenario. She had a feeling he’d be open to it. Pretty much anything she desired was a possibility with Sam. After a lifetime of sexual depravation, she was ready to unleash her inner vixen. The world was suddenly full of sensual possibilities. She was so lucky to have found him to share this new and exciting adventure with. This weekend and maybe longer, if she was brave enough to allow him into her real life. For now, she would just enjoy these stolen moments with him.
“Eight. Seven. Six.”
Oh crap. She glanced back. Was it just her imagination or had his eyes been cracked open? She hoped not. This wasn’t her best angle. The dim light would probably cover most of her flaws but she still wasn’t quite ready to have her stretch-marks on display. She quickly sunk down until she was waist-deep in the water. Oh my. She stopped in the middle of the pool. The water seemed to be caressing her between her legs as she waded towards the opposite ledge. It felt incredible.
“Five. Four. Three.”
She hurried across the remaining distance, causing water to churn and froth around her hips. She had to bite her lips to avoid crying out at the remarkable stimulation between her thighs. When she reached the other side of the pool she turned and placed her back against the wall. Stretching her arms out to each side she wrapped her fingers around the rough concrete lip of the pool and allowed her body to sink into the water until just her face and arms were visible. She was trying for a casual, sexy pose, so allowed her red-painted toes to peek playfully out of the water in front of her.
“Two. One.”
Sam opened his eyes. He quickly scanned the pool until his gaze landed on her, obviously naked and waiting for him. “I take it that tonight’s meeting of the Hawaiian Skinny-Dipping Club is now called to order?”
She laughed and kicked water in his general direction. “First you have to strip. Slowly.”
“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m at a Chippendales audition?”
“Hmmm… Not part of my fantasy, but I suppose we could incorporate it if you want. Should we wait until an appropriately raunchy song comes on?” The strains of an old Frank Sinatra tune being played by the wedding band could be heard in the distance.
“Hell no. We’ll be here all night waiting for those old farts to play something that makes me want to shake my ass.”
“Then proceed. Shirt first.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” He reached for the cuffs of his tuxedo shirt and quickly unfastened them.
“Pretty sure I learned that from you. When it’s time for your fantasy, you can be in charge.”
His look turned predatory as he flicked open the top button of his shirt. “Oh Darlin’. You have no idea how much I am looking forward to that.”
A feeling of slight unease rippled through Mona. Was she ready for whatever it was he had in mind? Probably not. What if he really was into BDSM? He’d said he wasn’t into pain but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy other domination games. He obviously liked his women submissive. What if he demanded more than she was willing to experiment with; like watersports or humiliation? Or just about anything she’d read about in all those kinky erotic romance novels she’d secretly read on her Kindle. The perversions were endless and it was just possible that he was into all of them. His sister worked at a fantasy fulfillment agency, for goodness sake. His best friend owned a huge conglomerate that was responsible for a major portion of the sex toys and pornography available in the Northern Hemisphere. He’d probably tried everything and she’d done nothing. She was so out of his league they were practically playing different sports.
Her apprehension must have shown because his expression immediately changed from playful to concerned. “Relax. Baby. I would never do anything that you didn’t want. Ever. All you have to do is tell me you’re not into it and we’ll try something else.”
“But wouldn’t you be disappointed if I chickened out like that?”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he shook his head. “Are you kidding me? No way. Even Missionary-style, lights-out, three-pump sex will be awesome if it’s with you.”
She felt unexpected tears welling up but quickly blinked them away. “How do you know it will be good between us? What if I’m terrible?”
He glanced down at where his tuxedo pants were tented over a truly magnificent erection. “Honey. What can I say? The dick don’t lie.” He grinned at her shamelessly for a moment but then turned serious. “You want to know how I know it’ll be good?” She nodded eagerly. “Look around you.” He spread his arms wide. “Do you see where we are? There’s fifty wedding guests a stone’s throw from here. A cabana boy or a maid or the freaking Easter Bunny could come along any second and you chose this. Not the safe route. But this particular scenario when you could have had anything. That tells me that you have a wild streak in you. And to me, that’s what good sex is all about. Not expert technique or freaky positions or complicated rules of conduct. Though I’m open to that too.” He shrugged. “What’s important tonight is that my attention is entirely focused on giving you as much pleasure as one soon-to-be former virgin can handle. So, really, there’s nothing to worry about. You’re safe with me. Just enjoy the view for now and let me take care of the rest.” He slowly resumed unbuttoning his shirt as he gazed into her eyes.
He was so sure of himself it was almost impossible to doubt him.
“Wow.” She swallowed back her lifelong tendency to require more assurance and nodded decisively. He was right. She needed to stop thinking so much. “It’s hard to argue with that kind of logic, especially when you’re finally about to get naked.” Mona motioned for him to continue.
He flicked open another button with exaggerated flair.
“That’s it. Nice and slow,” she called, taking in every scrap of skin as he revealed it. What was it about a man in formal wear? So incredibly sexy, especially when doing a striptease by moonlight just for her.
When he finally pulled the shirt free from the waistband of his pants and shrugged it off, she made a very feeble attempt at a wolf whistle.
“Now the pants, Hot Stuff.”
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sp; He arched an eyebrow at her. “Hot Stuff? Really?”
“Too much? Seemed appropriate. You really are incredibly sexy.” Had she actually said that? She was getting bolder by the second. She’d be talking dirty like a phone sex operator in no time if this behaviour continued.
He toed off one shiny black shoe and then the other. “I’m not the sexy one here. Look at you, dangling off the side there like a mermaid. And not the wholesome Disney type either. We’re talking Ariel’s nymphomaniac cousin. The one who never closed her legs once she finally got them.”
Mona’s shocked laughter rang out and she quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound.
“Man, I love to make you laugh.” Sam’s grin widened as he somehow managed to remove his socks and still look sexy. “Seriously, it’s becoming one of my favourite sounds in the world. A very close second to the sounds you make when you come.”
Mona felt herself flush. Had she made embarrassing sounds on the plane? How humiliating. She sincerely hoped she was booked with a different flight crew on the way home. “I make sounds?”
“Oh yeah. Sweet little grunts. Very ladylike. Can’t wait to see if I actually can make you scream.” He stared down at her as he ran one large hand over the major bulge in his pants. “That’s kind of my mission in life tonight, to make you lose every last shred of control.”
Mona stopped laughing as his other hand reached for the button on his trousers and flicked it open. Slowly, he eased the zipper down, watching her the whole time while idly rubbing himself with his other hand.
“God. I am so fucking hard right now.” He groaned. “Do you see what you do to me? Why don’t you stand up and let me see those pretty tits of yours?”
The command in his tone was so irresistible Mona found herself rising from the water several inches before she realized what was happening. She immediately sunk back down and glared up at him. “Hey! Stop that. I’m in charge, right? That means no more handling of the merchandise.” She looked meaningfully at his groin. “And no more trying to take over control. Now, time for the Full Monty.”
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