Stroke of Luck - Opal Carew Page 0,64

She squeezed him tightly. Her warm, soft breasts against him filled him with a deep yearning to be inside her again.

Then she gazed up at him, her blue eyes gleaming. “What we did earlier…” She shook her head, her golden-blond hair shimmering over her shoulders in sun-gilt waves. “It was amazing.”

She tipped up her face, and her irresistible pink lips called to him. He dipped down and captured them, kissing her with growing passion. His cock sprang up, ready for action, aching for her.

He stroked her hair back and gazed into her eyes. “I think Austin can wait a few more minutes.”

She smiled and nuzzled his neck, sending tingles dancing across his skin. Then her head popped up, and her smile turned to an impish grin.

“Oh, I don’t think that would be fair to Austin.”

To his shock, she slipped from his arms and hopped from the bed. Totally naked, she strolled across the room toward her dress, which was lying in a heap on the floor. As he watched her delightfully round ass sway, she glanced over her shoulder.

“You see? If I were going to seduce you, that’s how I’d do it.”

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Quinn laughed. Damn, but she was a delight.

April picked up her dress and then glanced around the floor. He noticed her bra lying near his feet and leaned over to hook his finger through the strap and then held it out to her.

“Looking for this?” he asked, stepping toward her.

She took it and slipped it on. He leaned against the dresser and watched as she straightened her breasts in the cups, wishing he was the one handling those soft, round mounds. Then she pulled her dress on and smoothed it down.

“Aren’t you going to put on panties?” he asked.

“Austin has them. Remember?”

“Right. And the black ones you wore in the pool still aren’t back?”

“Apparently, they got damaged in the wash. But you don’t really want me to wear panties anyway, do you?”

He grinned. “Well, that’s true.” He stepped close and slid his arms around her waist, drawing her close to his body. “But you really should get some new ones. And some clothes, too. I love this dress, but you need something else to wear.”

She drew away from him, a little stiff.

“That would be nice, but I don’t have any money.”

He could feel her withdrawing from him, and he hated it. She tried to step away, but he caught her hand.

“You know, I’m happy to pay for some new clothes for you.”

She drew her hand free and put a little distance between them.

“I’m not borrowing more money from you.”

“Sweetheart, be reasonable. You can’t go an entire month with just one dress and no underwear.”

She drew in a breath and shook her head, but he caught her quick glance in the mirror and the doubt flickering across her eyes. He wanted to insist, but now was not the time.

“When did you say we’re meeting Austin?” she asked.

He glanced at his watch. “In about three minutes.”

She arched her eyebrow. “You should get cracking then.”

Quinn walked to the closet and retrieved a fresh shirt, then donned a charcoal-gray suit and a silk tie in a gray and violet pattern. He offered her his elbow. She curled her fingers around it and accompanied him to the door.

They’d have a nice evening, then in the morning, he’d ensure that one way or another, she had some nice things to wear.

* * *

Austin saw Quinn and April walk toward the table, accompanied by the hostess. April had a subtle glow, and Quinn seemed more relaxed than Austin had seen him in … forever.

“I’m sorry we kept you waiting,” April said as she sat down.

“It was my fault,” Quinn said. “I was a little slow getting dressed after our nap.”

Austin smiled. “If I had been napping with April, I would resist getting back into my clothes, too.”

The waitress appeared and set two drinks on the table.

“I went ahead and ordered drinks for you,” Austin said.

“Would you like a refill now, Mr. Wright?” the waitress asked.

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Austin’s glass was still half-full.

“This doesn’t have the same liquor I was drinking last night, does it?” April asked, eyeing the cocktail.

“No, I didn’t think you’d want something that strong tonight. I ordered you today’s special, which has mango, pineapple, and vodka. If you’d rather have something else, we can change it.”

“No, it sounds delicious. Thank you.” She sipped it, and the look of delight on her face made him smile.

“I thought we might catch a show after