Stroke of Luck by Carew Opal

Author:Carew, Opal
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group
Published: 2020-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

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April drew in a deep breath as she followed Austin into the bedroom. Her body was still quivering from the intense orgasm Quinn had given her. It was exhilarating that he’d wanted her so badly he’d taken her against the door in a primal explosion of passion.

Now it was Austin’s turn to make love to her. As he led her across the bedroom, she became self-conscious that she was naked and he was fully clothed. Then she saw a powder-pink box on the bed, bound with a white satin ribbon and a beautiful tied bow.

“Open it,” Austin said.

She walked to the bed and pulled the ribbon to untie the bow, then lifted the top off the box. She pulled back the pink tissue paper to reveal a sexy, white lace baby doll nightie.

“Put it on,” Austin urged.

“Really?” She turned to him and grinned. “I’m naked and you want me to put clothes on?”

Austin placed the bridal bouquet on the bed, then lifted the small garment from the delicate paper and held it up. It was fastened together at the front with a tied ribbon between the breasts.

“It’s not like it’s going to cover much,” he said as he ran his hand under the sheer lace.

He untied the bow on the front, then held the nightie by the shoulder straps as if holding a coat for her to put on.

She laughed. “Okay.”

She slid her arms through the straps, then adjusted it over her breasts and tied the ribbon into a bow again. It was open down the front, the soft lace fabric curving down to her hips in cascading waves. The fabric over her breasts wasn’t lace but a completely sheer white fabric showing her nipples clearly. She pulled on the tiny thong, which had scalloped lace around the waist, but the crotch was also completely sheer.

“How did this get here?” she asked.

“I made a quick call to the concierge right after our wedding,” Quinn answered. “You didn’t have a white bridal gown, so I wanted you to have something to make you feel more like a bride.”

Her heart fluttered. “That was very considerate, Quinn. Thank you.”

“There’s more.” Austin pulled at the tissue and lifted out a white robe.

He slipped it on her arms. It flowed to the floor in an elegant waterfall of Chantilly lace. She tied the white satin sash at her waist, and as she moved to the mirror to take a look, Quinn stepped behind her and placed a headpiece of white silk flowers and pearls on her head with a spray of tulle forming a double layer veil that brushed her shoulders. Then Austin handed her the bouquet of pink roses.

Her jaw dropped. “I…” Her throat tightened. “I look like a bride.”

Quinn wrapped his big hands around her shoulders and leaned close.

“Yes, you do. And you’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”

Their gazes locked in the mirror, and the warmth in his eyes stole her breath away.

She turned to face him. His warmth, his intense masculinity, and the fact he clearly wanted her again filled her with need.

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