Pure Satisfaction--A Hot Holiday Romance
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‘So?’ He leans forward and now his lips brush my cheek as he moves closer to my ear. My stomach feels as if I’ve just crested right over the top of a roller coaster. ‘What brings you here?’
I bite down on my lower lip, massaging it with my teeth. For a second, I can barely think straight. ‘To the bar?’
‘To Singapore.’
‘Family.’ The word is grunted with all the feelings I have on that matter. He pulls back a bit and I suck in a sharp jab of breath, disappointed by the space between us. He grins as though he understands, but moves back further still. He’s teasing me. Tormenting me. He’s enjoying watching the effect he has on me.
Two can play that game. I take his bluff, sitting back in the seat myself, shifting a little so that the white silk blouse I wear strains across my bra. He’s not a male with a pulse if he doesn’t notice. I hold my position a moment then reach for my drink. It’s empty.
He lifts a hand to the waiter then turns to me. ‘Another?’
I shake my head. ‘I’m feeling a little...light-headed.’
His lips flick into the hint of a grin. ‘Something to eat?’
I shake my head again. I’m not hungry. At least, I’m not hungry yet.
‘Are you staying in the hotel?’
I nod.
‘What room?’
This is happening fast. I contemplate that for a second. Too fast? But hell, no. This is exactly what I need right now. A night of mind-blowing sex—meaningless, passionate sex—with someone like Zach Papandreo. It’s the perfect distraction.
‘The Orangery.’ The suite I’m staying in was named for the enormous glass living space. Built in the early twentieth century, it’s ornate and beautiful, and the glass gives it the feeling of being open to space and time.
His eyes don’t flicker from my face.
‘Have a bottle of Dom Perignon sent to The Orangery—charge it to me.’ He stands, his hand brushing then curling around mine. ‘And some oysters, chocolates and strawberries.’ He grins, shrugs, and my stomach tightens. ‘I’m a little hungry.’
I tilt my head back on a laugh, standing, but his arm whooshes me to his side and the laugh dies on my lips. My body melds to his, my slim curves pressed to his muscular hardness, and a bolt of adrenalin and desire splinters through me.
I’m going to do this and it’s going to be fucking amazing. Because Zach Papandreo will definitely not disappoint.
‘Well, Jessica Johnson, you’ve certainly brightened my night.’
I lift my eyes to his face, wondering if I’m not the only one who’s come here to run away from something.
It’s a question I don’t ask, because I’m not sure I want—or need—to know the answer. This is just about sex, no secrets and soul-baring required.
‘This way.’ I nod towards the bank of elevators, certainty forming inside me. One night, no strings and a whole lot of pleasure. Yes, please...
Copyright © 2020 by Clare Connelly
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ISBN-13: 9781488062438
Pure Satisfaction
Copyright © 2020 by Rebecca Hunter
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