Authors: Desconhecido(a)
It began as nothing
more than a brief kiss, a promise of things to come. They were both crying,
their tears mingling on her cheeks. But then the kiss became ravenous, greedy, all
his pent up need rushing forward. He pressed hard against her, and she opened
for him, accepting his ravaging tongue, answering his hunger with her own.
The kiss seemed to go
on forever. Rina’s body was humming with desire. For
him.
At last, he
lifted his head and she caught her breath.
“I guess that answers
most of my questions,” McCall said, smiling. He brushed her tears away with his
thumbs, softly caressing the velvet of her skin.
“Only most of them?”
She wrinkled her forehead. “What else could you possibly want to know?”
Still holding her
face between his palms, he told her about Sully’s offer. “Noel’s moving into
another division, and Sully offered me his job. I wouldn’t have to be out in
the field any more. Oh, sometimes I might need to be gone for a couple of days,
but mostly, I’d just be backing Sully up and running the team with him.”
“That’s a big
promotion.”
“But for a reason. So
here’s the most important question. Rina Devargas will you marry me? Will you be my wife and have my children?”
The tears cascaded
down her cheeks again, startling him, and panic flashed across his face. “Rina?
Is something wrong? Did I spring it too suddenly?”
“Oh, no. No, McCall.
You did it just right.” She hugged him close, then lifted her eyes to him,
memorizing the look on his face. “You bet I’ll marry you. Just try and get
away.” She gave him a sly grin. “And I promise to obey you for the rest of my
life...Master.”
McCall laughed out
loud. His first real laugh in weeks. “Do you think you have enough strength for
me to show you again just how I feel?”
She smiled at him. “If
we’re very careful, I can even return the favor.” She reached for his erection
throbbing against her thigh. Then a thought struck her and she felt herself
blush.
“What’s wrong? Did I
hurt you?”
“I can imagine what
your family must think we’re doing up here.”
He laughed again. “And
they’d be absolutely right. So let’s not disappoint them, okay? Besides, I have
big plans for the evening.” He leered at her wickedly. “
Very
big plans.”
He took a nipple in
his mouth as he began to probe her pussy again. God, how she’d missed this—his
hands, his mouth, the heat that raced through her body whenever he touched her.
Downstairs Frank
McCall was pouring drinks and exchanging a conspiratorial toast with his
family.
Sharon
looked at her
daughter and her husband. “I must call Sully and tell him he can close the book
on this one.” A pensive look stole over her face. “They’ll be too busy to make
plans themselves, so we’ll do it for them,” she said. “I think early fall is
such a nice time for a wedding, don’t you?”
About
the author…
Desiree
Holt has lived a life of excitement that brings the color to her writing. She
was a summer fishing guide, a summer field hand where she was one of only three
women working, a member of a beginning ski team that skied in competition (and
no, no broken bones!). She spent several years in the music business,
representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock
bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency, handling
any client that interested her. She loves to tell the story of sending a singer
up in a hot air balloon, singing “Up, Up and Away in My Beautiful Balloon” and
stopping traffic for four miles in every direction.
Before
and between her two marriages, she dated enough hunks to fill up two he-man
calendars, one of whom taught her to shoot so beware, she’s always armed. She’s
kept a fresh look at erotic romance by making sure the sensuality factor in her
private life is always high. She’s married to her own personal alpha hero who
helps her with that.
Visit
Desiree at
www.desireeholt.com
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