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he should, simply asking, “About what?”
Payton swallowed, then tried to cover her tracks. “About…you know. That you…were interested in her.”
Daniel tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, looking amused—and she knew she was caught.
“You knew I was there, didn’t you?”
“Afraid so,” he admitted—but their gazes met and held. Oh my. A strange, fresh heat stretched like a ribbon through her body along with the weird new awareness between them—he knew she’d wanted to watch. She’d seen him in the most intimate of acts. And apparently he’d…well, he’d liked it well enough not to put a stop to it.
Suddenly, Scott chimed in. “Uh, what am I missing?”
A fair enough question, and despite her embarrassment, honesty seemed the easiest course. “I, um, came upon Daniel and one of the waitresses at the party last night when they were, um…”
“Fucking,” Daniel supplied easily, surprising her. His frankness—and the pure sexual vibes that permeated the word—made her heart beat harder.
“Well, I’m sorry about the boyfriend,” she told him.
Daniel merely shrugged. “So am I, but I still had a very pleasant liaison, so all’s well.”
Payton met Daniel’s gaze again and this time something in the connection of their eyes made her chest sizzle. Until just over twenty-four hours ago, she’d never thought of Daniel in a sexual way, but now that she did, she realized he was…well, hot. With a lean, attractive body. And though she’d never actually thought about his age, it suddenly hit her that he couldn’t be much older than her. Thirty, maybe. Thirty-two at most.
“Well then,” Daniel finally said, “good night, and have a very pleasant evening, Miss Albright.” And with another wink that left her all the more confused about her current feelings, he crossed the deck and headed toward the staff’s quarters.
Payton actually felt a little dizzy after the encounter. Or maybe it was those Sunset Blasts still knocking her for a loop. She fell softly against Scott and said, “I think I need to sit down.”
“Uh-oh,” he said, then drew her to the nearest lounge chair, which happened to be the one where he’d so skillfully eaten her pussy last night. “Too much rum?”
She shook her head, beginning to come back to herself, feel more normal. “I thought so at first, but I’m better now. Maybe I’m just…a little freaked out.”
Scott sat down beside her on the foot of the lounge. “About?”
Sex . Everything about it. But how could she tell him that? How much sense did it make after last night? And she still wanted madly to be with him, wanted to be just as wild as last night, yet… “How many girls have you fucked?” she asked him bluntly.
He gave his head a frank tilt. “I don’t know. This is Key West.”
She got his point. It was a lot. So she decided to try more honesty—mainly because she couldn’t come up with any other explanation for her behavior. “I guess the more I’ve talked to you tonight, the more I’ve admitted to you, that now I feel…positively virginal, like a lightweight.”
“Just because I’ve fucked a lot of girls and you haven’t fucked all that many guys?
Trust me, honey, if anything, that’s a turn-on. I love the idea of helping you…you know, explore your wild side.”
She bit her lip. “Really? Because…I guess I was starting to worry that after everything I told you earlier I must seem a lot more boring than I did last night.”
Scott widened his eyes, his jaw dropping in disbelief. “You—boring? Not possible, baby.”
She leaned her head back, peered up at the stars, and quit thinking so much about what she wanted to say and let out more honesty—her wildest wishes. “I wish I could do things as crazy and exciting and wild as you’ve done.”
“You got a pretty damn good start on it last night, rich girl,” he said, and when she drew her gaze back down, he flashed a small, sexy smile that resumed the
Payton swallowed, then tried to cover her tracks. “About…you know. That you…were interested in her.”
Daniel tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, looking amused—and she knew she was caught.
“You knew I was there, didn’t you?”
“Afraid so,” he admitted—but their gazes met and held. Oh my. A strange, fresh heat stretched like a ribbon through her body along with the weird new awareness between them—he knew she’d wanted to watch. She’d seen him in the most intimate of acts. And apparently he’d…well, he’d liked it well enough not to put a stop to it.
Suddenly, Scott chimed in. “Uh, what am I missing?”
A fair enough question, and despite her embarrassment, honesty seemed the easiest course. “I, um, came upon Daniel and one of the waitresses at the party last night when they were, um…”
“Fucking,” Daniel supplied easily, surprising her. His frankness—and the pure sexual vibes that permeated the word—made her heart beat harder.
“Well, I’m sorry about the boyfriend,” she told him.
Daniel merely shrugged. “So am I, but I still had a very pleasant liaison, so all’s well.”
Payton met Daniel’s gaze again and this time something in the connection of their eyes made her chest sizzle. Until just over twenty-four hours ago, she’d never thought of Daniel in a sexual way, but now that she did, she realized he was…well, hot. With a lean, attractive body. And though she’d never actually thought about his age, it suddenly hit her that he couldn’t be much older than her. Thirty, maybe. Thirty-two at most.
“Well then,” Daniel finally said, “good night, and have a very pleasant evening, Miss Albright.” And with another wink that left her all the more confused about her current feelings, he crossed the deck and headed toward the staff’s quarters.
Payton actually felt a little dizzy after the encounter. Or maybe it was those Sunset Blasts still knocking her for a loop. She fell softly against Scott and said, “I think I need to sit down.”
“Uh-oh,” he said, then drew her to the nearest lounge chair, which happened to be the one where he’d so skillfully eaten her pussy last night. “Too much rum?”
She shook her head, beginning to come back to herself, feel more normal. “I thought so at first, but I’m better now. Maybe I’m just…a little freaked out.”
Scott sat down beside her on the foot of the lounge. “About?”
Sex . Everything about it. But how could she tell him that? How much sense did it make after last night? And she still wanted madly to be with him, wanted to be just as wild as last night, yet… “How many girls have you fucked?” she asked him bluntly.
He gave his head a frank tilt. “I don’t know. This is Key West.”
She got his point. It was a lot. So she decided to try more honesty—mainly because she couldn’t come up with any other explanation for her behavior. “I guess the more I’ve talked to you tonight, the more I’ve admitted to you, that now I feel…positively virginal, like a lightweight.”
“Just because I’ve fucked a lot of girls and you haven’t fucked all that many guys?
Trust me, honey, if anything, that’s a turn-on. I love the idea of helping you…you know, explore your wild side.”
She bit her lip. “Really? Because…I guess I was starting to worry that after everything I told you earlier I must seem a lot more boring than I did last night.”
Scott widened his eyes, his jaw dropping in disbelief. “You—boring? Not possible, baby.”
She leaned her head back, peered up at the stars, and quit thinking so much about what she wanted to say and let out more honesty—her wildest wishes. “I wish I could do things as crazy and exciting and wild as you’ve done.”
“You got a pretty damn good start on it last night, rich girl,” he said, and when she drew her gaze back down, he flashed a small, sexy smile that resumed the
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