her close, and his hand on her bottom angled her directly to where his hardened body moved to explore her contours. At that moment, she could have climbed him like a monkey scaling a tree. Flushed and palpitating, every female part of her anatomy begged for more. It must have been the whimpering moans that stopped his play. She’d never know.
He framed her face, and she felt his hands tremble. When he went to speak, he started once, but then had to clear his throat so his initial whispering became clear. “I can’t stay with you right now, Sheri.”
The way he said her name was foreplay in itself.
“Juan is waiting to take me to the office. But, mi esposa, rest this afternoon, for tonight we will be very busy.” With a final kiss on her forehead, he left the room, a distinct shuffle noticeable.
She hugged herself and grinned. A firm believer in equality of the sexes, Sheri decided, since she’d be suffering from unrelieved horniness, so should he.
Then her mood darkened. Once again, she’d missed the opportunity to come clean. The man hadn’t even given her a chance to talk, not that she could have said anything with her eyelashes glued to her cheek and her mouth devoid of any liquid whatsoever.
Should she be upset that he’d just taken it for granted that she would fall in with his plans for later? How could she? With that darn secret eating away at her principles, how could she even think to start fresh and make love to her handsome husband?
How could she not? If she refused him, he’d know there had to be a problem then he’d question her and she’d tell. She knew she would.
It all came down to trust. Could she trust him not to take her babies away? She winced when the next thought hit her. Trust worked both ways. Right now, he sure as hell couldn’t trust her.
Chapter Twenty
Miguel veered off to the kitchen to meet with Juan. He took a few deep breaths to calm his blood from pumping into the swollen area in his overheated body that he now had undeniable proof worked perfectly. Glad no one else could observe his satisfied smirk, he got rid of it.
The room where he spent so much of his childhood hadn’t changed much. Every time he tried to talk Maria into letting him update her space, she Boo-hooed and made such a stink that he gave up. Not that he argued very hard. He loved the bright multi-colored small-tiled counters and larger red-tiled floors.
The bay windows housed a collection of cacti that she’d cultivated for years, and the plant stand Miguel and Juan had built for her as a Christmas present when he was twelve, still held the place of honor in front. As a home to exotic violets and orchids from all over the world, the affect from the various smells and gorgeous blooms evoked such pleasure, that to this day many family meals and coffee breaks were shared at the small table nearby. Maria’s one weakness, her love for these flowering plants, had everyone in the family scouring catalogues to order her different species to please the severe woman they all adored.
Miguel came towards the cooking area and Maria stood at the sink, her hands busy peeling a large potato. The black dress she wore came as close to a uniform as his mother would permit. Stubborn, Maria insisted on looking the part for her position. Shoulders rigid and back straight, Maria didn’t turn as Miguel walked towards her, but she did stiffen.
All his life, this woman had been both a beloved auntie and a strict nanny. He had no doubt she loved him fiercely and would protect him with her life.
She’d warned him of Margarita, had known her for the heartless bitch she’d turned out to be, and he’d ignored her pleas to step carefully, to take his time. In those days, full of himself, he’d thought he was infallible. He knew better now. An unprecedented lesson, but one he’d aced.
Everyone knew that males in Chile were revered and loved above all else. The women in the families, nannies included,
He framed her face, and she felt his hands tremble. When he went to speak, he started once, but then had to clear his throat so his initial whispering became clear. “I can’t stay with you right now, Sheri.”
The way he said her name was foreplay in itself.
“Juan is waiting to take me to the office. But, mi esposa, rest this afternoon, for tonight we will be very busy.” With a final kiss on her forehead, he left the room, a distinct shuffle noticeable.
She hugged herself and grinned. A firm believer in equality of the sexes, Sheri decided, since she’d be suffering from unrelieved horniness, so should he.
Then her mood darkened. Once again, she’d missed the opportunity to come clean. The man hadn’t even given her a chance to talk, not that she could have said anything with her eyelashes glued to her cheek and her mouth devoid of any liquid whatsoever.
Should she be upset that he’d just taken it for granted that she would fall in with his plans for later? How could she? With that darn secret eating away at her principles, how could she even think to start fresh and make love to her handsome husband?
How could she not? If she refused him, he’d know there had to be a problem then he’d question her and she’d tell. She knew she would.
It all came down to trust. Could she trust him not to take her babies away? She winced when the next thought hit her. Trust worked both ways. Right now, he sure as hell couldn’t trust her.
Chapter Twenty
Miguel veered off to the kitchen to meet with Juan. He took a few deep breaths to calm his blood from pumping into the swollen area in his overheated body that he now had undeniable proof worked perfectly. Glad no one else could observe his satisfied smirk, he got rid of it.
The room where he spent so much of his childhood hadn’t changed much. Every time he tried to talk Maria into letting him update her space, she Boo-hooed and made such a stink that he gave up. Not that he argued very hard. He loved the bright multi-colored small-tiled counters and larger red-tiled floors.
The bay windows housed a collection of cacti that she’d cultivated for years, and the plant stand Miguel and Juan had built for her as a Christmas present when he was twelve, still held the place of honor in front. As a home to exotic violets and orchids from all over the world, the affect from the various smells and gorgeous blooms evoked such pleasure, that to this day many family meals and coffee breaks were shared at the small table nearby. Maria’s one weakness, her love for these flowering plants, had everyone in the family scouring catalogues to order her different species to please the severe woman they all adored.
Miguel came towards the cooking area and Maria stood at the sink, her hands busy peeling a large potato. The black dress she wore came as close to a uniform as his mother would permit. Stubborn, Maria insisted on looking the part for her position. Shoulders rigid and back straight, Maria didn’t turn as Miguel walked towards her, but she did stiffen.
All his life, this woman had been both a beloved auntie and a strict nanny. He had no doubt she loved him fiercely and would protect him with her life.
She’d warned him of Margarita, had known her for the heartless bitch she’d turned out to be, and he’d ignored her pleas to step carefully, to take his time. In those days, full of himself, he’d thought he was infallible. He knew better now. An unprecedented lesson, but one he’d aced.
Everyone knew that males in Chile were revered and loved above all else. The women in the families, nannies included,
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