Eternally Seduced by Clarise Tan, Marian Tee, The Passionate Proofreader Page B

fun.” And then he was slowly pulling me away from the edge. I thought he meant I should ride piggyback style while he floated for us both, but apparently, he had something else in mind – something that had me aroused again in seconds.
              Constantijin took me in his arms, arranging my legs around his waist.
              In my mind, I heard my imaginary version of George chortling. What happens in Vegas – stays in Vegas.
              This time, I totally agreed with him.
              Constantijin gazed at me challengingly, as if waiting for me to protest. When I put my arms around him instead, moving close so that my breasts brushed against his chest, he sucked in his breath in shock.
              The look in his eyes was pure heat, and I wrapped my legs around him more tightly. It made me shift against him, and his cock rose against me, demanding entrance past the tiny blue triangle that served as my bikini bottom.
              “You’re so close to being fucked,” he whispered.
              “Am I?” I whispered back, drunk from the heady sensations that his body, his touch – his very presence evoked. My voice actually sounded a bit slurred when I spoke. Oh, yes, I was so drunk – intoxicated with the passion that never failed to erupt between us.
              I wriggled my hips under the water, biting my lip when I got what I wanted, his cock practically pushing against my core.
              His eyes widened, and his warning came out unsteady when he spoke, his fingers digging hard in the softness of my butt. “ Yanna . Stop playing with fire.”
              So, so drunk, I thought, still caught in a sensual haze of his doing – and mine. There was no need for wine. I just had to look at Constantijin’s nearly naked form – be overexposed to it for more than five minutes, and I was totally undone.
    Just this one night , I promised to myself. Surely in this century my unknown Mr. Right wouldn’t care that someone else had taken my virginity? If he did, then he wasn’t Mr. Right, after all.
    Constantijin’s gaze was trained on my breasts, which bobbed in the water every time I moved.
    Giggling, I bent lower towards Constantijin, wanting him to see more.
    Oh God, I was so, so drunk.
    His face darkened with desire, his fingers cupping the undersides of my butt as if in reflex. “Yanna, don’t .”
              “Don’t what?” I fluttered my lashes at him.
              His eyes narrowed. “Don’t start something you can’t – won’t - finish.”
              I dropped the proverbial penny. “Who says I won’t?”
              Constantijin had hauled both of us out of the pool in seconds and I found myself being literally carried away.
              “ Constantijin ,” I gasped, totally not drunk anymore as I could feel everyone around us gaping. Someone – George probably – even whistled.
              He didn’t answer, striding purposefully toward the nearest elevator. It opened almost on cue when we reached its doors, and he stepped inside, still carrying me in his arms. Constantijin didn’t seem to notice the increasing number of wide-eyed looks pointed our way, but I did.
              “Let me down,” I hissed, trying to struggle out of his hold without being too obvious about it. My heart beat madly all the while, an instinctive response to the deep and burning passion that Constantijin was visibly struggling to hold in check, his body positively vibrating with sexual tension.
              “Stop moving or I swear I’ll take you right here,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
              I stilled.
              “Do you know,” he asked in a guttural voice that made his words almost incomprehensible, “how much I’ve been thinking of you – how I can’t get to work the moment I let my mind be completely consumed of