Distraction
Daphne's POV
I smiled shyly, my cheeks warming. “I had to look good for my boyfriend,” I said, my voice soft, teasing.
He closed the distance, his arms wrapping my waist, pulling me into a kiss. Not a graze, but deep and hungry, the entire six yards.
The world melted, the exotic Funz Palace, the trial, even Cassie. Nothing existed but his lips, his heat, and the way his hands claimed me. I wanted the masseurs to vanish, to leave us the room, the beds, and the night to us. His fingers found the zipper of my gown, and in a breath, the fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in lace, his eyes devouring me. I wanted him to keep going, to lose ourselves, but he stepped back, his voice husky. “Let’s get that massage.”
Disappointment flared, but the masseur’s hands quickly dispel
