Afternoon Delight

“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.

CHAPTER TWO

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?”