Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 50

Paul inhaled her sweet fragrance deeply, committing it to memory. She smelled good. He like women who were clean and looked after themselves. Paul looked at the way her hair tumbled over her shoulder and the way she gently nibbled her bottom lip. Oh, how he'd like to do the same! His eyes travelled down her face and neck and rested on her ample bosom. He watched entranced as her breasts moved up and down with each breath. She was one sexy lady.

One hand cradled a glass of champagne and the other twisted a piece of hair  nervously. He was the epitome of masculinity. There was some stubble on his face that was manicured and not unruly. He was built well too. No girl wants to date a man that may snap like a twig in bed! Meaty, not fat. She flashed him her most come-hither look she possessed through hooded lashes and licked her lips suggestively. This man looked like he knew what he was doing. Hot! Hot! Hot! Score!!

Paul watched with hidden amusement the antics she displayed through her obvious mannerisms. She didn't need to try so hard. He had become enamoured with her since he met her at the pub last night. Even then he could see her potential. Classy ladies, is what he was into and she delivered tonight. Definitely didn't disappoint. Things were going to get interesting...