Slightly Sinful (3 page)

Silverman stepped back, but kept an arm around Pamela’s waist with his hand placed low on the top of her friend’s ass. Delilah watched the play between them with fascination.
What do you have planned for this weekend, Silverman?

For an older man, Silverman kept himself in shape. At six one, he had nondescript brown eyes, but prominent facial features and broad shoulders, well-defined and revealed underneath his light weight white cotton shirt. He wore his silver-blond hair longer than most men’s, making him resemble a Viking, a rugged version of Fabio. Today his shoulder-length waves were pulled back in a ponytail. Silverman was definitely someone she would look twice at. But, he was Pamela’s target.

“I’m glad you could make it,
Pamela
.” Silverman spoke her name as if an intimate secret.

“So am I.” Pamela’s voice was light and airy as she trained her gaze on him, dropping it from his eyes to his mouth.

His fingers squeezed slightly, raising the already short lavender material.

Trying not to stare at her friend and their host, Delilah introduced herself to the two people who had been speaking with Silverman. She found out the woman, who appeared in her mid-fifties, was the head editor of one of New York’s papers and had been attending Silverman’s overnight parties for years.

Delilah was amazed how the woman fought the conflict of interest so well. How the editor remained silent all this time about what went on at the secret getaways. And people thought reporters always looked for a story. Apparently not when it could get them barred from a ‘Silverman party’. Business stopped at the door.

“Daniel’s parties are always delicious and decadent. I can’t wait to see what he has planned for us this time,” Priscilla explained and then introduced Delilah to a man she called her boy-toy, one of the city’s firefighters. “Isn’t he just lickable and luscious? Kevin and I met on Wednesday, and I called him up when I got the invitation. He traded days to join me.”

Kevin stood proud and silent as Priscilla offered him up for display. The hot gaze he sent down Priscilla’s body clearly said he suffered no heartache about missing work. And he was quite the treat, looking like the Greek god Adonis, of beauty and desire, willingly back to rejuvenate Priscilla’s secret garden by bathing her in his fountain of youth.

Pamela’s voice pulled her away from the couple. “Silverman, this gorgeous redhead is my best friend, Delilah.”

The host clamped his hand around Delilah’s, warm and strong, lifting her hand to his lips for a kiss. “Yes, the owner of
Précis
Touch. I’ve seen some of your company’s work and it is impressive.”

Tilting her head, she acknowledged his compliment. “Thanks, Daniel. Keep us in mind if you think about redecoration.” Glancing around at the room’s interior, she finished by saying, “Anywhere.”

“I will.” Still holding her hand, Silverman’s thumb brushed across her knuckles as his eyes scanned the shoulder length layers of her deep auburn hair then lowered for a moment to the front of her skirt as if he tried to see through the material. His gaze returned to her face. “Are you true?”

She’d become accustomed to men asking that question, and just like the others, Silverman wanted to know whether or not her sex was adorned with the same vibrant auburn as the hair on top of her head. Her mother, a beautiful black woman, gave her the light brown skin color. However, her Irish father with his carrot top curls was to blame for the natural red highlights that ran through her brown hair. Delilah offered a coy smile. “Some things are best discovered than announced.”

Silverman winked. “I like your style and look forward to the opportunity to behold the sight with my own eyes.”

Is he propositioning me with his hands still on my friend’s ass?
Delilah looked at her friend with questions in her eyes. Far from a prude, she had done some reckless things in her life, but for some reason this weekend made her feel unsure and wicked at the same time. Men like Silverman who had tomcat standards of sexuality made nervous chills race along her arms. She was still trying to decide if she liked it or not. There was definitely heat racing to place, but she wasn’t ready to dissect what that meant. Not knowing how to respond, she raised her glass and drank liberally.

Her silence didn’t put their host off. He nuzzled the side of Pamela’s face and whispered something that made her friend nod her head then he reached out and dragged his fingers through the side of Delilah’s own hair.

“I’ll see you later.” Silverman's voice vibrated with confidence as he turned away and greeted other guests.

Stepping closer, Delilah asked Pamela, “My word, can you believe him? Pam, I do believe he thinks he can have both of us this weekend.”

Desire illuminated Pamela’s face as she watched Silverman walk away. “Yes, and if what I felt pressing against my hip is anything to go by, he’s got more than enough to take care of us. And take care of us well.”

She and Pamela had never shared the same man, but the thought didn’t offend her. He wasn’t her type with his golden boy good looks, but she was trying to remain open-minded. If she wanted to do things how she normally did then she could have stayed home and called an ex.

Her gaze roamed the room as the sun set, casting a soft reddish-gold glow radiating through the room. She had to admit most of the men in attendance were very attractive, and the women as well, ranging in various shapes, sizes and colors. There were a lot of opportunities to be had here.

The clinking of a glass brought her attention to Silverman standing in the middle of the room.

“Good evening, sexy people, and welcome to the thirtieth Pleasure Escape night. I’m still awaiting one more guest, but we’ll go ahead and get started. I have confidence he’ll have no problem catching up when he gets here.” The room erupted with laughter. “I have been planning this night for weeks now. I hope that it lives up to everyone’s gratifying and licentious expectations. Or if you came with no idea of what to imagine, I hope to surpass your
wildest
dreams.”

Sexual tension sparked through the room as everyone lifted their glasses and toasted his announcement. Delilah’s pulse began to race. She began to feel the excitement of the night once again. Now, if she could just find the right man to keep her thoughts away from business, she would be all set.

~YH~

After dinner, Delilah sipped her second glass of
Beringer
, Private Reserve Chardonnay, and relaxed against her seat. The nutty, honey-coated fruit flavors played along her tongue as she listened to conversations around her. Silverman had overwhelmed them with many dishes including spicy sweet potatoes and pumpkin lobster bisque, Caribbean green style Caesar salad and a rigatoni covered in a creamy roasted pancetta bacon sauce underneath thick chunks of conch.

Now, many nibbled on his or her guava duff as sexual innuendoes and blatant jokes moved freely around the table.

“So, I hear you’re a virgin of this affair?” Demetrius Harris, a Texas oil tycoon, stroked her knee under the table.

She was glad she had her legs crossed just in case he had any ideas about moving further up her thigh. Not that she would mind being with him that night. Demetrius was a sexy black man with an almond complexion and light brown eyes. A catch in anyone’s book. The large size of his warm hand wrapped around her knee made chills race along her skin. Maybe he could be her man of the night.

Giggling, she said, “It’s been a while since anyone has put me with the word virgin. But, new to Silverman’s entertainment, I am.”

He made small circles on the side of her leg. “Well, tonight if you need any instruction or
introduction
, let me know. I’d be willing to oblige.” The distinct drawl left no doubt of his origins.

Swirling the pale liquid around in her glass, she gave him a coy smile. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

If she had not been looking at Demetrius, she may have missed the man who walked silently into the room and claimed an empty seat beside Silverman. The two men bowed their heads together for a private discussion then their host called a servant over and requested a plate of food.

Delilah couldn’t take her eyes off the other man, with his thick wavy black hair, tan skin and strong features, either Hispanic or Italian descent. The man had lips that made her want to moan with the thoughts of feeling them along her skin. She watched him scan the room, not stopping for long at any one person. When his eyes passed by her, they paused only briefly before he moved on. Faintly dejected by his slight, she reminded herself that he didn’t appear to single out any female in the room, just appease his curiosity. Something they all had done during the mingling session before dinner.

Even if she hadn’t made an impression on him, this man of mystery had certainly sparked something inside of her. Her gaze traveled along the strong column of his neck and took in his broad shoulders. Shoulders a girl wouldn’t mind finding herself curled up against on a cozy night for two. Just thinking about getting that close to him made her body warm and flush as her nipples tightened. Blowing a slow breath, she attempted to control her labored breathing. The tingling sensation around her clitoris alerted her to the fact that her sex would soon be drenched from her budding arousal.

The latecomer took his plate from one of the servers, oblivious of her eyes on him. This exotic male’s commanding presence captured her attention. Unlike the racing pulse Demetrius had caused, this mystery man made her senses soar. She couldn’t recall ever experiencing lust for a man she had never met.

“So, you’re on my volleyball team?” Demetrius’ Texas twang snagged her out of her ogling.

She hadn’t noticed that everyone else was leaving the dining room. Nor did she know at what point she had parted her thighs, or when the tycoons hand had moved up, almost touching the crotch of her panties. “Yes, volleyball.” She popped up too quickly and almost toppled the chair, if not for Demetrius’ quick hands catching it inches from the floor.

Looking down the table, she noticed the smile on the latecomer’s face and followed the curve of his lips to his eyes. His gaze steady, he now observed her and placed a spoonful of spicy lobster bisque into his mouth. He’d witnessed her clumsy antics.

Great
.
He probably thinks I’m a nincompoop
.

Demetrius gave a slight tug to her arm, reminding her they were headed outside with the others. Needing to escape her own buffoonery, she allowed Demetrius to lead her through the open patio door, and denied herself one last glimpse over her shoulder.

~YH~

The riotous game of water volleyball quickly became a sport of fondling and heavy petting. The game had begun with swimsuits, but everyone’s garments were presently on their way to the Keys or further south.

She lost count of how many times someone touched her breast or tweaked her nipple. Not sure how she felt about the multiple male attention, she did her best to utilize evasive tactics. Demetrius’ quick hands rendered her topless. Giggling, she made it a point to keep away from him before he divested her of her bottoms as well.

Slinking away, she and Pam had found a secluded place for a little peace. She removed the remainder of her suit, loving the unusual warmth of the water. She was feeling so uninhibited now she didn’t even care. The combination of the man in the dining room and the petting, her body had become sensitive to every sensation. She needed time away from all the revelry before she found herself having sex with the first man who offered.

“I can’t remember the last time I went skinny dipping.” Delilah relaxed back in the water as vast moonless sky stretched overhead, the darkness barely broken by multiple tiki lamps in the white sandy shore. The warm Bahamian ocean caressed her nude body. “I forgot how good it felt.”

“Yes, it does.” Pamela kicked softly in the water as other people moved in and out of the cove.

In the glow from shore, she had a distorted view of the other guests' sexual play.

“This night isn’t going to last but so long and I plan to enjoy every moment of it. So, as nice as this is, I’m going to leave you, my friend, for something thick and hard.” Pamela splashed, sending a stream of water across the small inlet.

Shrieking at her friend, Delilah wiped droplets from her face. “Enjoy. I just need a few more moments and I’ll be along.”

“Daniel is finally alone. I’ll see you later.” Her voice filled with delight, Pamela swam away.

Not disturbed at all that her friend abandoned her for a rich, good-looking man, Delilah continued to float along the water, an occasional movement of her arms allowing her to stay within the cove.

When her head bumped into something, she assumed she got too close to one of the smooth boulders on the edge of the small bay. Preparing to steer away, she wasn’t ready to feel hands on her waist, halting her as a person propelled out of the water. Strong hands held her backside pressed against a solid male form.

Demetrius found me
.

“You looked too captivating over here all alone.” The voice was husky with a hint of an accent that wasn't Texan.

Not Demetrius
.

She attempted to face him, but the vise grip on her waist prevented it. “So, don’t I get to know who’s intruded in my secret garden?”

His chuckle, rich and masculine, rumbled through his chest and against her back before it ever left his mouth.

“No.” Pulling her tighter to him, he spoke in low tones next to her ear, the accent Latin, possibly Spanish. “My only purpose now is to bring you to the screaming climax you have been yearning for since this evening began.”

Cocky as hell, aren’t we?
“What makes you think I’m in the mood for an orgasm, or that I’ll even scream?”

He sent another vibration along her spine as the hair on his legs tickled her thighs and calves.

“Oh, you will.” His tongue glided down the curve of her shoulder. “You’ve been aroused since the volleyball game. Hmm, maybe before that.” A single palm slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. “Your nipples are very distinctive when they’re erect.”