the
stoplight. She was dressed in white capris and sandals with a yellow blouse.
Bright like a summer day. No, he couldn’t fix their problem with sex, but sex
sure as hell couldn’t hurt. He wanted her with an ache that was unrelenting.
Like he’d die if he couldn’t have her. That how this rift felt—like a slow
death.
“It’s about a three-hour drive up to Casey’s place. I need a
little leeway to get him settled and emotionally secure.”
Valerie snorted. “Good luck with that.”
What did… No, he wouldn’t ask. “It could wind up being a
late night.”
“Then I’ll see you in the morning.” He felt the spikes with
that barb.
“You’ll see me tonight. I’ve spent too many nights without
you by my side. I’m not going to do it again.” He accelerated slowly through
the green light. If only life were that simple. “It has nothing to do with sex
and everything to do with needing to be near you.” Now how could he prove that
when he couldn’t keep his hands off her?
Valerie didn’t respond. Glancing over for clues on how she
reacted to the demand could be seen as a sign of weakness. Russell couldn’t
risk it. He was supposed to be a Dom, for god’s sake. His mouth disagreed.
“We can’t work things out by being apart.”
That brought out a soft sigh. “You’re right. Shall I wait on
dinner for you? How late do you think you’ll be?”
Telling her the only thing he wanted to eat was her? Bad
move. “It depends on how quickly we can get this plan in motion.”
“We’ll play that one by ear then. Something quick to warm perhaps.”
“I’ll have to drop by my place for a few things first.” He
drove into the museum’s crowded parking lot. A few heads jerked toward his car
when they pulled up, yet each person quickly dismissed their arrival. Men and
women alike scurried about to prepare for the event. A white banner proclaimed
“First Annual Bake and Craft Sale”.
Valerie unhooked her seat belt. “I’ll take care of that for
you. The sooner you get back…”
He couldn’t agree more. They exited at the same time only to
open the rear doors to retrieve the baked goods. He happened to glance up as
she bent over and caught a nice view of her weapons . Willing an erection
away had never worked before. It didn’t work now. Essentially he was frozen in
place, trying to decide which box could provide the best cover.
“I’ll take care of that for you too.” Her voice was smooth
as silk, whiskey deep and laden with sex.
“Tease,” he muttered.
“Never.” She smiled, leaned closer and kissed him. “Okay, so
sex can’t fix things but it sure doesn’t hurt, right?”
Russell grinned. “Only if you want it to.”
“Oooo.” She left giggles in her wake as she drew back,
taking one small cardboard box with her. “I’ll leave the big one for you,
seeing how you’ve got the big muscles to handle it.”
“Woman, when I get you alone…”
She was behind him before he realized she’d moved. “Alden
Baker is here.”
That took the joy out of the moment. It also helped deflate
his problem child. Scowling, Russell studied the crowd. Sure enough the judge
who’d presided over the Estavarez case barreled their way. A Lakers ball cap
covered his bald head. Sunglasses hid his eyes. But there was no mistaking the
rage in his clenched jaw. Russell had seen that look more times than he could
count.
“My guess would be that he saw us kissing,” Valerie said. “We
really have to stop doing that in public.”
“Over my dead body.” He was done hiding.
“Considering how fast he’s moving, that might be imminent,”
she said. “I’d suggest we try to head him off to avoid a confrontation, but
somehow I doubt that would work.”
Not with a bull-headed man like that. Still, they went
through the motions—gathering the boxes, locking the car and starting in the
general direction of the tables. Baker cut them off before they got twenty
feet.
“What the fuck was
stoplight. She was dressed in white capris and sandals with a yellow blouse.
Bright like a summer day. No, he couldn’t fix their problem with sex, but sex
sure as hell couldn’t hurt. He wanted her with an ache that was unrelenting.
Like he’d die if he couldn’t have her. That how this rift felt—like a slow
death.
“It’s about a three-hour drive up to Casey’s place. I need a
little leeway to get him settled and emotionally secure.”
Valerie snorted. “Good luck with that.”
What did… No, he wouldn’t ask. “It could wind up being a
late night.”
“Then I’ll see you in the morning.” He felt the spikes with
that barb.
“You’ll see me tonight. I’ve spent too many nights without
you by my side. I’m not going to do it again.” He accelerated slowly through
the green light. If only life were that simple. “It has nothing to do with sex
and everything to do with needing to be near you.” Now how could he prove that
when he couldn’t keep his hands off her?
Valerie didn’t respond. Glancing over for clues on how she
reacted to the demand could be seen as a sign of weakness. Russell couldn’t
risk it. He was supposed to be a Dom, for god’s sake. His mouth disagreed.
“We can’t work things out by being apart.”
That brought out a soft sigh. “You’re right. Shall I wait on
dinner for you? How late do you think you’ll be?”
Telling her the only thing he wanted to eat was her? Bad
move. “It depends on how quickly we can get this plan in motion.”
“We’ll play that one by ear then. Something quick to warm perhaps.”
“I’ll have to drop by my place for a few things first.” He
drove into the museum’s crowded parking lot. A few heads jerked toward his car
when they pulled up, yet each person quickly dismissed their arrival. Men and
women alike scurried about to prepare for the event. A white banner proclaimed
“First Annual Bake and Craft Sale”.
Valerie unhooked her seat belt. “I’ll take care of that for
you. The sooner you get back…”
He couldn’t agree more. They exited at the same time only to
open the rear doors to retrieve the baked goods. He happened to glance up as
she bent over and caught a nice view of her weapons . Willing an erection
away had never worked before. It didn’t work now. Essentially he was frozen in
place, trying to decide which box could provide the best cover.
“I’ll take care of that for you too.” Her voice was smooth
as silk, whiskey deep and laden with sex.
“Tease,” he muttered.
“Never.” She smiled, leaned closer and kissed him. “Okay, so
sex can’t fix things but it sure doesn’t hurt, right?”
Russell grinned. “Only if you want it to.”
“Oooo.” She left giggles in her wake as she drew back,
taking one small cardboard box with her. “I’ll leave the big one for you,
seeing how you’ve got the big muscles to handle it.”
“Woman, when I get you alone…”
She was behind him before he realized she’d moved. “Alden
Baker is here.”
That took the joy out of the moment. It also helped deflate
his problem child. Scowling, Russell studied the crowd. Sure enough the judge
who’d presided over the Estavarez case barreled their way. A Lakers ball cap
covered his bald head. Sunglasses hid his eyes. But there was no mistaking the
rage in his clenched jaw. Russell had seen that look more times than he could
count.
“My guess would be that he saw us kissing,” Valerie said. “We
really have to stop doing that in public.”
“Over my dead body.” He was done hiding.
“Considering how fast he’s moving, that might be imminent,”
she said. “I’d suggest we try to head him off to avoid a confrontation, but
somehow I doubt that would work.”
Not with a bull-headed man like that. Still, they went
through the motions—gathering the boxes, locking the car and starting in the
general direction of the tables. Baker cut them off before they got twenty
feet.
“What the fuck was
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