Afternoon Delight

Free upgrade to Temptation Resort!

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“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.

Did he realize that I liked what I saw, too?

“It’s all set.” The sound of Dyanne’s voice had me turning away from the sexy man in front of me to look at her. Her eyes narrowed in speculation as she eyed me and Trevor.

“We’re transferring?” I asked, hopeful.

Dyanne made her way over to us. “Yep. Right now.”

“Now?” I asked.

“Well, in an hour. We have to pack, then we’re on the bus to Temptation. I’m sorry,” Dyanne suddenly said, turning to Trevor with a sweet smile. “I’m Dyanne. You are…?”

“Trevor. And I’m on my way to Temptation as well. With my brother.”

Dyanne raised her eyebrows. “Oh. Interesting.” Her tone said she thought Trevor and I were making a love connection.

Rather, a lust connection.

Dyanne’s eyes suddenly widened with alarm. “Oh my God. Jimmy’s heading this way.” She tugged on my arm. “Sorry, Trevor. We’ve got to go.”

“It was nice to meet you, Trevor,” I said as Dyanne ushered me in the opposite direction from where Jimmy was now approaching. “I guess I’ll see you on the bus.”

“Oh, no doubt,” Trevor replied.

His tone—and his hot gaze—told me that I had a whole lot to look forward to once we got to Temptation.

Two hours later, Dyanne and I were changing into our bikinis in our new room at the Temptation Resort and Spa. I barely had my wrap secured around my waist before Dyanne was yanking on my elbow, dragging me to the door.

“Girl, what is wrong with you?” I asked as she ushered me into the hallway. “I’m ready to get downstairs, too, but—”

“I am past ready to get lucky,” Dyanne said frankly. “Come on.”

“Five more minutes won’t kill you. I want to make sure I look good.”

“Why wait another minute when it’s already been nearly a year for me? Besides, I already have my eye on someone. I want to make sure no one gets to him.”

The elevator opened, and we got on. Since we were the only ones occupying the elevator, I asked, “Who do you have your eye on?”

Dyanne made a face. “Trevor’s brother, Jason,” she replied, as if the answer should have been obvious. “Mmm mmm mmm.”

“Jason?”

“Of course, you probably didn’t notice—not the way you and Trevor couldn’t take your eyes off of each other. Trevor is clearly hot for you.”

“You think so?” I asked, but I knew. I wasn’t stupid. We’d talked nonstop during the ten-minute trip, my lust for him growing with each minute that passed. I’d watched the way his mouth moved as he’d talked, wondering how his lips would feel on my pussy. On my nipples. Making their way up my inner thigh. By the time I’d arrived at the hotel, I’d had to change my panties, that’s how wet I’d gotten.

“Oh, come on,” Dyanne said. “You must have noticed. You’re not still thinking about Let’s-take-a-break Owen—are you?”

Was I still thinking about the man who had broken my heart with his inability to commit? Surprisingly, I wasn’t. I had a new object of affection.

“No,” I told Dyanne. “The only man I’m thinking about is Trevor. How do I look?”

“Hot.” She grinned. “Ooh, girl. He won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.”

“That’s what I’m hoping.”

Downstairs, we headed right for the pool. It was an eye-opener for me—literally. Even in a two-piece bathing suit that showed more skin than it covered, I suddenly felt overdressed.

“This certainly isn’t Blue Bay,” I commented to Dyanne as we got to the pool’s deck. Female breasts jiggled as women played volleyball in the shallow end of the water. Nipples of various sizes and ages were exposed to the sun by women lying on lounge chairs. And many of the females at the bar flaunted their bare breasts to the bartenders’ content.

“Not Blue Bay at all,” Dyanne agreed, and promptly loosened the tie at the neck of her bikini top.

“Dyanne!” I admonished in a hushed tone. I stared at her in shock as her small breasts came free. “What are you doing?”

“When in Rome…” she said, and chuckled.

I’ll admit, there was a small part of me that was tempted to take off my top too. If for no other reason than to excite Trevor when he saw me. But when I got naked, I wanted it to be for Trevor’s eyes only.

“Oh, look,” Dyanne said. “There’s Jason.” Her face lit up as though she’d never seen a cute guy before. “And
Trevor
.”

Dyanne waved. Trevor and Jason, who were standing on the pool deck watching the water volleyball game, waved back, the smiles on their faces surely a little larger because of Dyanne’s naked boobs.

Trevor and Jason were half-naked, too, their T-shirts gone. They started toward us, and I allowed myself to shamelessly drink in the sight of their sexy torsos through my dark sunglasses. Well-defined arms, strong pecs and washboard abs. Both were attractive, no doubt about it, but my sexual connection was with Trevor. Something about him excited me. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, so brazenly, his eyes telling me that he wanted to get me naked.

When Trevor and his brother reached us, Dyanne promptly threw her arms around Jason’s neck. I found myself watching the way her breasts flattened against his naked chest. Did the close contact arouse her, I wondered? The intimate skin-to-skin touch with a hot stranger?

I flinched when I felt Trevor’s hand on my arm, and then I felt a rush of desire. Maybe it was this place, where everyone was a little uninhibited, that had me tempted to do something I’d never considered doing before.

Living out the fantasy of sex with a stranger.

Sure, I needed a distraction. But as far as forgetting about Owen went, I couldn’t think of a better man to take my mind off of him than Trevor.

As if he sensed the direction of my thoughts, Trevor lazily trailed his palms up the length of both of my arms, letting his hands rest on my shoulders. Damn, his touch turned me on.

Glancing over my shoulder at him, Trevor smiled, drawing his full bottom lip between his teeth. A simple action…or a gesture meant to seduce?

Dyanne’s laughter had me jerking my head in her direction. Jason’s lips were close to her ear. He’d clearly whispered something to her. And by the devious look in Dyanne’s eyes, it was something naughty.

“What do you say?” Jason asked.

Dyanne turned to me, an embarrassed smirk on her face. “Will you be all right on your own for a while?” she asked me.

Trevor’s hands went from my shoulders to around my waist. He pulled me against him, the small of my back resting against his cock. “She won’t be alone. She’ll be with me.”

The deep timbre of his voice, his warm breath tickling my cheek…I wanted to grip his thighs, dig my fingers into his skin.

I wanted to squeeze my thighs around his face as he ate my pussy.

“Go have fun,” I told Dyanne.

She and Jason walked off arm-in-arm, and I was pretty sure they were heading somewhere they could fuck. Dyanne wasn’t being shy about what she wanted, not in the least.

Trevor didn’t release his hands from my hips, not even as I turned in his arms to face him. There was that sexy grin again, those beautiful eyes.

“So,” I began, a little nervous. “Wanna get a drink?”

“If you’re buying.”

I laughed. The resort was all-inclusive, meaning neither of us would have to open up our wallets to buy any alcohol. But I went along with the joke. “Anything you want, it’s on me.”

“Anything?” Trevor asked, the question ripe with sexual innuendo. He lowered his hands to my butt.

Somehow I managed to pull myself out of his arms, when what I really wanted to do was raise myself up on my toes and give him a kiss, all tongue.

But I liked foreplay. Liked extended teasing and flirting.

I offered him a flirty smile as I made my way to the bar, and wiggled my butt, doing a sexy strut. His eyebrows rising, he bit down on his bottom lip. But the look in his eyes said he wanted to be biting my ass.