Page 14 of Brazilian Fantasy
I crinkle my nose. “A walking tour? Biking?” Please God, don’t let it be biking. I’d never make it up the steep hills.
“No.”
“Then what?” I slide a forkful of chocolate into my mouth and moan.
“Something a little more epic,” he says, and I nearly choke on my cake.
Chapter Five
Lucas
“Lucas, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Piper yells out to me as she stands on the Pedra Bonita ramp located inside the Tijuca Forest national park, ready to jump off the edge and go hang gliding.
A smile lights up her face, and it tugs at my cock. “I’ll see you out there,” I say as her tandem pilot instructs her to take seven steps off the platform with him.
She squeals as she and her pilot take off, and a second later they are gliding over the Atlantic Ocean with the gorgeous views of the Copacabana shoreline.
My heart speeds up as I position myself next to my pilot, not because I’m afraid, but because I’m thrilled that Piper is loving this. We’d both forgotten what fun was, and bowling isn’t going to stimulate her adventurous spirit. No, what she needs is a thrill ride, like hang gliding.
She was shocked this morning after I drove us to the gliding club, and when we boarded the bus and drove to the São Conrado neighborhood where the mountains meet the Atlantic, her excitement became contagious.
My pilot gives me the same instructions, and a moment later we’re airborne. He’s talking to me and pointing out sights such as Sugar Loaf, Corcovado, Copacabana. I’ve been to all those places, of course, but the view from up here totally does it justice. Only problem is, I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes on the sights and off Piper. She keeps glancing my way and waving, and every time she does, I want her a little more.
We spend the next thirty minutes sailing through the air, and as much as I’m enjoying the sensation of being a bird, I can’t wait to land to see the smile on Piper’s face. Soon enough, my pilot makes a smooth landing on the sandy beach of Sao Conrado, and before I can get out of my harness, Piper is running toward me, a pink flush on her cheeks.
“That was incredible,” she says and throws her arms around me. I laugh and pull her close. Her cheek brushes mine, and my heart races faster. My pilot releases himself, and Piper helps me with my buckles. Once I’m free of the restraints, she takes my hand in hers. “Thank you, Lucas. You knew just what I needed.”
In so many ways.
I check my watch. “If you want to hit the clubs tonight, we’d better get back. It’s getting late.”
She frowns. “I was thinking…I’m not sure.”
“I have something planned for us, but if you’d rather not go…”
Her eyes widen. “You’re coming?”
“Unless you’d rather I didn’t.”
“No, I want you to.” She’s practically quivering with excitement, and I put my hands on her shoulders to calm her. Only problem is, the second I touch her, the second I feel her soft skin under my hands, all I can think about is making her mine. But I can’t do that. I don’t deserve anything from her.
But the thought of her with another man. I just…can’t.
“What did you plan?” she asks.
I shouldn’t be planning anything else with her. I should put a stop to the fun we’re having now and forget all about the nanny that is making me feel again. If I knew what was good for me, I would. I open my mouth to do just that, but instead I say, “Something epic.”
…
Three hours later, I’m guiding Piper onto a party boat, and her eyes are as alive and excited tonight as they were this morning. I shouldn’t be out with my nanny, shouldn’t be having such sexual thoughts, but fuck, she’s so sweet and sexy she could bring the dead back to life.
She brought me back to life.
Truthfully, what I was doing before she arrived wasn’t living. It was merely surviving. To pay her back, tonight I’m going to give her epic. I’m going to give her everything she wants. Will there be consequences? Probably. But right now, I give zero fucks about that. I don’t deserve anything she’s offering me, but all I want is to make this beautiful woman happy and give her the vacation of a lifetime. When she leaves, I’ll have our memories, and I hope that will be enough to get me through the years.
As people pile onto the boat, the energy wild and alive as music blares around us, she straightens and turns around to face me, her hands going around my neck. The little black dress she’s wearing is low cut, and she’s not wearing a fucking bra. Either she chose not to, or one didn’t come in her dossier. Either way, the sight of her creamy cleavage reminds me that I might be widowed at twenty-nine
, but I’m still a man with needs, a man desperate for a fucking taste of the hot girl in my arms.
