"You have truly exceeded all expectations.”
"What? You didn't think I could pull off something memorable?" I teased.
"I knew whatever you came up with would be remarkable. You're competitive by nature. You like to win. But I could never have imagined a private concert by Giovanni Vanetti. I'm afraid you've spoiled me for every other date. How can that ever be topped? How can any man ever compare?”
I shrugged modestly again. "Maybe this was it. Maybe this is the peak.”
"Oh no. I suspect things are just beginning to get interesting," she said with a sultry gaze. She leaned in close and made her lips available.
I didn’t miss the opportunity.
Our lips collided, and our tongues danced. I pulled her close and held her body against mine. Heat radiated, and lustful thoughts flourished.
She felt good in my arms.
When we broke for air, I said, "I have a confession to make.”
She lifted a curious brow. "You're not married, are you?"
38
"The feds want me to spy on you,” I said.
Catalina lifted a curious eyebrow. "Is that so?” She didn't seem upset. Not yet, anyway. "Is that what this whole evening was about?”
"I wouldn’t be a good spy if I divulged that, now would I?"
"Maybe that's all part of the plan. Confess to me that you're undercover, so I'll lower my defenses and become vulnerable."
I laughed. "If that were the case, I think it would have been more effective to keep my mouth shut.”
"Maybe you're wearing a wire. Maybe you're trying to seduce me in hopes I'll make incriminating statements.”
"I'm not wearing a wire.”
A devious smirk curled her plump lips. "Prove it. Strip for me. Now!”
Catalina was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And she was going to get it. I was more than happy to give it to her. I peeled out of my clothes, down to my skivvies.
Her eyes drank in my form. "Everything!”
Who was I to argue?
I stood there in my birthday suit.
She looked impressed, if I do say so myself.
"Just so we’re on the same page, I'm not wearing a wire either,” she said. “I'm not wearing underwear, for that matter." And with that, she slipped the straps of her slinky dress from her shoulders. She let the fabric fall down her arms, and her buoyant endowments bounced free. She slipped the dress over her curvaceous hips and let it fall to the deck, pooling around her ankles.
My heart pumped, and blood flowed south.
She looked divine in the pale moonlight.
Catalina stepped close, and I pulled her into me. Our lips collided again, and my hands traced the curves of her glorious figure.
She was more incendiary than the surface of the sun.
It didn't take long before we found a lounge chair and put it to good use under the stars.
