Afternoon Delight. Kayla Perrin
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Afternoon Delight
Kayla Perrin
MILLS & BOON
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CHAPTER ONE
Free upgrade to Temptation Resort! See front desk for details.
“Now that sounds interesting,” Dyanne commented after we both read the sign posted in the lobby near the hotel's reception desk. “What do you think?” she asked, her eyes lighting up with mischief. “Wanna say bye-bye to the Blue Bay Club and hit this adults-only resort?”
“I saw the brochure, Dy,” I said, shrugging. Our first night in Cancún, we'd seen the brochure for the hotel's sister resort and had giggled over its contents. “Naked pool games. Topless women everywhere. I'm not sure about that.” I was even less sure that I wanted to leave this resort because I'd spotted a guy I was interested in, a guy I wanted the chance to get to know.
“You don't have to get naked, Marissa.” Dyanne rolled her eyes as if to say I was a prude. “I think it will be a fun resort. A chance to be a little uninhibited, which we can't do at this place with all the kids around.”
“This is a perfectly fine resort,” I protested, my ulterior motive in mind.
A child began to wail, as if on cue, and Dyanne angled her head in the direction of the blond-haired toddler. “It's fine, sure—if you want to put your children in the Kids' Club and spend a few hours getting wasted before you pick them up. But is it the best place for two single, hot women?”
“Including one who wants to avoid Jimmy?” I teased.
My friend's pale brown skin darkened with a tinge of red. “Shut up.”
“So I'm right.”
“Maybe a little. But that guy is creepy.”
Dyanne had gotten very drunk the first night we'd arrived, and ended up chatting at the bar with Jimmy, who was traveling alone from England. A bit of a geek, he had clearly become enamored with Dyanne and was now what we jokingly referred to as a stalker. I'm sure he was harmless enough, but everywhere we went, Jimmy appeared. Dyanne was convinced that because of Jimmy's presence, no other guys were approaching her.
“I'm sure Jimmy is harmless,” I said. “And you never know…he could be amazing in bed.”
“I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. When I came on this trip to get laid, Jimmy is definitely not the man I had in mind!”
I smirked. “I thought we wanted to escape the brutal Chicago winter.”
Dyanne scowled at me. “Whatever. If I don't find a guy to eat my pussy, and soon, I'm gonna lose my damn mind.”
I laughed aloud at that, at Dyanne's frankness. At least no one was within immediate earshot.
“You could use some of that, too, you know.”
Now I was the one to roll my eyes.
“You know you need a good fuck. Something you're a lot more likely to get at a place called Temptation than here.” She raised an eyebrow, as if challenging me to deny her claim. “Besides, it's on the main Cancún strip, closer to all the hot clubs we've been spending a fortune in cab fare to get to…Look, we have five more days here. I say we change hotels. Spice things up a little.”
“All right, all right,” I agreed. I'd just have to set my sights on someone else. “If it means that much to you.”
“Woo hoo!” Dyanne's excitement said she was ready to get a little risqué. “I'll go to the front desk and make sure we can still get that free upgrade.”
I sipped on the piña colada I was holding as I watched Dyanne head off. I knew she was looking to find a vacation booty call, something she clearly felt she had more chance of doing at an adults-only resort. While I hadn't been sure exactly what I wanted when I'd left Chicago, now that I was here, I knew. The sexy stranger I'd admired from afar had gotten my juices flowing…and my mind off the jerk back home who couldn't commit.
“Are you transferring to Temptation?”
At the sound of the deep, male voice, I turned—and drew in a sharp, startled breath. The man I'd been thinking about over the last forty-eight hours, secretly fantasizing about, was standing there smiling down at me.
He was about six feet tall, his eyes even more striking now that I was looking directly into them. They were hazel, I noticed. Intense. So intense that each time our gazes had met in the last two days—from across the dining hall, or across the stretch of beach—I'd looked away, too timid to engage in any flirtation.
“My friend's trying to arrange it right now,” I told him, wondering why now, when Dyanne and I were likely going to leave, I'd finally made contact with this very sexy man.
“My buddy and I are transferring,” the man said, and my heart rate picked up speed. “I'm looking forward to it.”
I flashed him a knowing smile. Topless women, naked pool games…“Oh, I bet you're looking forward to it.”
“You're not?”
I shrugged, my ego deflating. With gorgeous, half-naked competition, I might never get the chance to know this guy the way I was suddenly aching to. Something about him had my pussy throbbing, just by the way he was looking at me. Never in my life had I felt such an intense physical attraction to a man, the kind that had me thinking about getting naked with a stranger.
“I think my friend's a little more interested than I am,” I told him. But if you're going…
The man extended his hand, and I found myself checking out his arm. The way the muscles bulged without any effort. The strain of his veins against the back of his hand. He exuded strength, and I could only imagine the feel of his thick thighs between my legs.
“I'm Trevor.”
I swallowed. Tried to steer my thoughts back on track. I accepted his hand and shook it. “I'm Marissa.”
Trevor's touch electrified my skin. Damn, what was it about him? He didn't have pretty-boy good looks, but he was attractive in a ruggedly sexy sort of way, with the kind of muscular build I loved. His skin was the color of milk chocolate and looked good enough to eat.
Each time I'd seen him over the last couple days, I'd noticed him at the resort with another man, presumably his brother given their resemblance.
Dyanne's main objective on this trip was to get laid, and she was certain that's what I needed, too. As I stared at Trevor, I couldn't help thinking that if I were looking for a man to make me forget about home—and my problems in Chicago—he certainly could do the job.
His eyes lingered on my face, and not only did my pussy pulse with excitement, but wetness also flowed onto my panties. My ego was restored, because I knew without a doubt that Trevor liked what he saw.
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