Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) by Verena Vincent Read Free Book Online

eyebrows drawn
down in annoyance.
    Inwardly, Mona
fumed in frustration. She wasn’t being judgmental. How could she be? She was a
former fat girl herself so she couldn’t be prejudiced against them, could she?
She was just being a realist and what she did know with absolute certainty was
that men like him did NOT date big girls. Unless they had some kind of fat
fetish. Then she had an uncomfortable thought. Was he a chubby chaser? Is that
why he was drawn to her? Was there something about her that branded her as overweight
despite what her scale and clothing labels said? No, that was impossible. She
was thin now and there was no reason to believe he had some kind of twisted
ulterior motive for flirting with her. It was just possible that he found her
genuinely attractive. She had to stop doubting herself or she would sabotage
this miraculous situation.
    Looking at his
icy profile she started to panic as she realized she may have already ruined
any chance at seducing this man. It was time to swallow her pride and be aggressive
if she wanted to leave her virginity on this plane.
    Taking a deep
breath, Mona reached out one unsteady hand and tentatively squeezed the warm
flesh just above his knee. “Listen,” she said softly. “That came out wrong. I
was just surprised, that’s all. What I should have said was that your
girlfriend sounds charming and adventurous. And I really envy her.” And it was
true. She did envy her. She couldn’t imagine the kind of confidence it would
take to be in a relationship with a man like this who drew female attention
like a magnet. Whoever this Marcia was, Mona felt like she could learn a lot
from her.
    Sam’s expression
thawed a few degrees and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You envy her?
Why?”
    “Well, she was
brave enough to become a member of the Mile High Club. I could never do that.
I’m much too boring and conservative.” There. She’d baited the trap. Would he
rise to the challenge? She sincerely hoped so, literally and figuratively.
Being the aggressor was exhausting. No wonder women typically left the pursuit
to the poor, unsuspecting males of the species.
    She watched in
fascination as he placed his large, tanned hand over hers where it still rested
on his hard thigh. He gave her fingers a little squeeze and turned his head
until their faces were only inches apart. “I don’t think you’re boring at all.
In fact, I think you could be quite wild if given half a chance.”
    She gave him an
incredulous look. Was he mocking her? “Wild? Me? I don’t think so.” She started
to turn her face away in embarrassment but he reached out with his other hand
and angled her face up towards him.
    “Yes. You. Could
be as wild and crazy as you want. No one is stopping you and no one has to
know. Don’t you want to see what you’re capable of? Just this one time?” Leaning
down a few more inches he breathed against her mouth. “With me. Today.” 
    Did she? Oh God,
yes, she did. With his warm, sweet breath flicking across her lips and his
fingers tracing erotic patterns on the back of her hand she couldn’t think of
anything except how much she wanted this man. He genuinely desired her and she
didn’t even have to pay him. She would sort out the honeymoon fantasy when she
got to the resort. Right now she would be selfish and spontaneous and take what
she needed for once. She deserved this, didn’t she?
    Not trusting her
voice, she nodded once and then glanced away.
    “Does that mean
what I think it does?” He asked with a sexy half-grin.
    She nodded
again, embarrassed but excited, and took a really huge gulp from her glass.
“Should I go to the lavatory first or should we go up together?”
    “Whoah. There’s
no rush. We have hours.” He slid his hand up and down her thigh in a gesture
that was probably supposed to be soothing but instead just made Mona even more
aware of how warm and wet her panties felt between her thighs. She went
perfectly still, praying