Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

his calves bumped into something solid. Next thing he knew, his shorts were around his ankles and he was seated on a comfortable patio sofa. Myrna sank to her knees in front of him and used both hands on his thighs to spread his legs. Eyes focused on his, she grasped his shaft in one hand.
    “Let me know when you think I’ve hand led it all,” she said, her soft pink lips twisted in a wry grin.
    She used one hand to gently massage his balls. The other stroked his length with a tantalizing touch that merely skimmed the surface of his skin—and instantly had him squirming with excitement. The entire time she handled him, she held his gaze locked with hers. He couldn’t look away, even though the gorgeous ocean served as a spectacular backdrop to his beautiful wife.
    “Use your mouth.” He’d meant it as a demand, but the words came out as a plea.
    “You implied I couldn’t hand le it all,” she said. “You said nothing about my mouth. Besides, I know I can’t get the whole thing in my mouth without dislocating my jaw and taking years of sword-swallowing lessons.”
    He grabbed his shaft in one hand. “Swords wished they were this thick,” he teased.
    “Oh, I beg your pardon,” she said, most seriously. “Sequoia-swallowing lessons, then.”
    He chuckled and released his grip on his dick to stroke a silky lock of hair from her cheek. He traced her upper lip with his thumb. “You don’t have to take it all. Just the most sensitive part.”
    “How thoughtful of you.”
    “I always have your best interests at heart.”
    “Then why am I the one on my knees?” she challenged.
    He’d happily reciprocate with his mouth on her most sensitive part, but she’d started this. “Because you love me.”
    “Are you a lucky guy or what?”
    “The luckiest,” he said and then groaned when she lowered her head to tease his nuts with her clever tongue.
    He squirmed when her breath blew gently against the wetness she’d left behind.
    “I hope you’re ready to make a beautiful baby, little guys,” she said to his balls.
    “Little guys?”
    “I was talking to your sperm.”
    Brian snorted and tugged her from her knees, encouraging her to straddle his lap. “They’re ready,” he assured her.
    Buried inside her, lost in the bliss her body always gave to his, Brian wasn’t sure what prompted him to open his eyes. But what he saw just above the balcony railing near the wall made his blood boil. Myrna grunted in protest as he lifted her from his lap and tossed her none too gently on the sofa before jumping to his feet and making a mad dash for the railing. In his haste he stumbled over the shorts around his ankles. An instant before he grabbed the smartphone attached to one of those selfie poles, it disappeared around the wall between their balcony and the one next to theirs. Brian jerked his shorts up and climbed the rail, intent on claiming the piece of equipment that had completely violated his and Myrna’s privacy.
    “What in the hell are you doing?” Myrna yelled, grabbing the back of his shorts to pull him back onto their balcony before he could climb to the neighboring one.
    “Someone was watching us—or more likely recording us—with their goddamned cellphone.” He shoved her hands aside and climbed the stone railing again.
    “Then go around and knock on their door. You’re going to kill yourself!”
    He glanced down the near-fifty feet between his head and the ground and slipped back off the railing and onto the balcony. He was so pissed, he wasn’t thinking clearly. Lucky for him his wife was more rational than he tended to be.
    “Someone is about to get their ass kicked,” he said and rushed through the suite to the exit. Once in the hall, he banged on the neighboring door and waited for a response. What if no one answered? Then what?
    Then he would take it up with the hotel manager.
    “Open the fucking door!” he bellowed. “I know you’re in there.” He pounded again, going so far as to