If you’re like me, you’re more than ready for summer. While it’s still cold out, you can still make your escape to hot Caribbean days…and even hotter nights.
No personal information!Katie Parker was adamant about that. She wants to forget all about her latest romantic disaster with an anonymous holiday fling.But now, can Mac Coleman convince her that what they’ve found is worth more than just one night?
Mac and Katie made their way to the appropriate elevator, stepping in as the doors slid open. Finding themselves alone in the car, he pulled her to himself and kissed her again, this time with bruising intensity. She balanced herself with her hands on his broad shoulders as he wound her hair around his fist. The bell sounded and the car came to a stop on the floor above. They managed to separate themselves just as the doors parted.
A pair of elderly couples crowded in. Mac drew Katie to stand in front of him, wrapping one arm around her middle and firmly planting the palm of his other hand on her ass.
“Are you going to the midnight buffet?” asked a kindly blue-haired lady.
“We might make it there later,” Mac replied, as Katie casually reached behind her back to stroke his erect cock through the front of his pants.
Having bid a good evening to their lift companions, they stepped out onto the Empress Deck and wordlessly made their way down the passageway, Mac gently clasping Katie’s hand. She watched as he unlocked the door and let them into his stateroom.
Katie crossed immediately to the glass wall overlooking the veranda and glanced around the plush cabin. The king-sized bed had been turned down and luxurious, foil-wrapped chocolates graced the large pillows. The only light was from a small lamp on a bedside table. “This is nice. Much nicer than mine, truth be told.”
Mac shrugged. “My brother… I wouldn’t have booked a room this fancy.” He crossed to her and lightly caressed her back. “Would you like some wine or something?”
She turned to face him and leaned up on her toes, trailing tiny kisses along his square jawline. “Wine would be great.”
He leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder, hooking a finger in the spaghetti strap of her dress and sliding it down. Katie fixed him with a smoldering look as she shrugged her right shoulder, causing the other strap to fall. Her dress slid down, catching briefly on her erect nipples before falling to her waist.
“Holy…” Mac stared at her perfect round breasts, erect pink nubs just begging to be toyed with. Unable to resist, he slid his hands up her sides to cup her mounds, hefting their weight, pausing to gently tug their sharp points. He squeezed gently as he kissed her again.
Reluctantly, he pulled away, clearing his throat. “I’ll just order that wine now.”
Mac sank onto the edge of the bed and picked up the phone, dialing room service. “Yes, this is Stateroom…”
As he began speaking into the phone, Katie knelt between his feet and began to unfasten his belt. He looked down in surprise and was met with a wicked grin. “Uh, yes, we’d like to order a bottle of wine…”
He gasped quietly as she took him in her mouth. It was all he could do to complete the order and hang up the phone. When he did, she began sucking him in earnest, taking in the whole of his large cock, mercilessly working him with her tongue from his balls all the way to his tip and back again. She applied just the right amount of pressure, using her tongue to flick at his most responsive spots.
Mac could feel his release building and placed a hand on her head intending to warn her, but she looked up at him with a saucy arch of the eyebrow and continued her ministrations with renewed vigor. “Oh, God!” he cried out, his hot essence shooting in streams down her throat.
While his shuddering subsided, Katie licked him clean before rising to her feet, a smug look on her face. Mac flopped back on the bed. “I’m a dead man.”
A knock at the door startled them both. “Room Service!”
Mac jumped up and attempted to put himself back together. At the same time, with a little wiggle Katie freed her dress from where it was snagged around her waist and it floated down the rest of her body, pooling around her feet, leaving her standing in just a pair of black lace panties.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, moving past her to the door, which he cracked open.
“Good evening, sir,” the attendant said. “May I set up the wine for you?”
Mac glanced back at Katie standing virtually naked in the center of the room. His own pants were still undone. “Um, no, thanks, I’ll take it from here.”
The attendant smiled knowingly. “Very good, sir.”
This weekend, curl up with a steamy little erotic romance.
It’s the best 99¢ vacation you ever LOVED!