Page 89 of Perfume Girl

She slapped my arm playfully and gave me a warm smile.

Taking her hand, I brought it up to my mouth and kissed her wrist. “There’s a risk we won’t leave the house all day.”

Her puzzled frown turned into a smile.

“I want to make today memorable for you,” I said.

“It already is.” Her focus returned to the pool and her expression became thoughtful. Was she thinking of our night together?

“Do you like sea creatures?”

She looked surprised. “You mean for lunch? I like salmon. And shrimp.”

I smirked. “No, I mean would you like to go visit some living sea creatures, ones that are protected. If you’re going to leap into the water and start gnawing on them…” I burst out laughing.

She looked a little embarrassed. “I’d love to. Where is it?”

“A surprise. Let’s leave in twenty minutes.”

“I’m not taking you away from anything important am I?”

I cupped her face in my hands and leaned in to kiss her, my tongue leisurely lashing hers. “You are my something important.”

The sweetness in her gaze made her look so young.

“Go get dressed.”

She smiled broadly as she turned to head upstairs.

“Raquel,” I called after her.

She smiled back at me.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

I watched as she ascended the winding staircase and moved out of sight. No one had talked to me like that before and gotten away with it, and yet with her it felt so damn arousing. If there was a match in this world for me, Raquel Wren was close.

I found myself following her up and around the twisting stairs. A faint trace of her perfume hung in the air, the scent of lilies. For a second it reminded me of Penelope’s new product, with the base notes reminiscent of her masterpiece.

It’s a coincidence.Yetmy back stiffened with the realization that I’d detected underlying notes of Orris.

When I entered the bedroom I found Raquel stripped down to her bra and panties, bending over and rummaging through her suitcase.

“What perfume are you wearing?” I asked.

She rose and turned to look at me. “Have you seen my jeans?”

I dragged my fingers through my hair. “Sorry about the interrogation earlier.” My gaze flashed to the scene of the crime that was my king-sized bed.

“Apology accepted.” She strolled toward me, staring up at my face as though reading my sincerity. “Every time you do the right thing, Astor, you’ll be rewarded.”

My jaw slackened in surprise when she knelt before me, her gaze holding mine as she fiddled with my belt buckle. She unzipped my pants, reached in and withdrew my cock, which immediately became firm in her grasp.

She ran her tongue around my head, lapping along the length of my cock to tease it until I was rock hard and my balls were tight. When she dipped her head to draw them into her mouth all I could do was stare at the ceiling as my thoughts scattered and my heart thrummed in my ears.

I was enraptured by her.