“I’m in this for the perks of being with you and our family for the rest of my life.” He raised her left hand up to his lips and kissed the engagement ring that was on her finger. He had wanted to get married right away, but Violet had insisted on waiting wanting a large wedding after the babies were born — one where they could celebrate their marriage and the two healthy boys that they were about to bring into the world.
“Good answer,” Violet replied. A stray jogger caught their eye, and he gave Justin the thumbs up; Justin’s right hand was still fondling one of her fat tits. “You are so naughty.” She leaned back farther, and he kissed her on her cheekbone.
“The very best, though Shawn may have me beat,” Justin quipped.
“No luck in finding him a woman?” Violet remembered his advances to her during Fashion Week. “Shawn’s definitely a player. Any gal who gets involved with him is going to have her hands full.”
“No kidding.” Justin sighed; his best friend was more than a handful. He wasn’t so sure anymore if any woman could tame that beast. “And, no, I haven’t found a single lady since Fashion Week that can keep his attention for more than a couple of weeks.”
“Speaking of Fashion Week, are you still upset that we didn’t win the top slot for the Emerging 10?” Violet playfully flicked his hand away from her breast. His constant caresses were turning her on. A public park was no place to take care of the business moistening the folds between her legs. They would have to wait until they got back to the town house. After many nights of family planning together, they had decided to put his condo up for sale, the town house being bigger and a solid starter home for them to raise their family.
“I’m over it,” Justin confirmed, and he meant it. “The Devil’s Playground had put on a top-notch show; so did we, for that matter, but the fashion world ultimately has the last say. At least we have those magazine shoots coming up in the spring.” Justin thought back to their debacle with Chad and the paparazzi, secretly wondering if, behind closed doors, that kind of scrutiny had done more harm than good. “No business is as important as what we have right here. Besides, the boutique is as busy as ever; did you know that ‘Uncle’ Russell and I are coming up with a whole line of maternity sleepwear?”
Violet groaned, “You two are incorrigible. ‘Uncle’ Russell . . . harrumph. . . . And Dylan is just as bad. They actually went out and bought tons of designer onesies for the boys already.” Violet sighed. “Who am I kidding? I actually love it. These babies are going to be so spoiled.” She rubbed her belly again.
“Speaking of spoiling, Joanna will be back in town for the birth. She’s bought a condo in Midtown and plans to stay the whole month.” Justin breathed in the scent of Violet’s hair; it smelled like vanilla.
“I don’t mind. Your mother’s been wonderful. Besides, with my own parents gone, I’m not going to turn down any able body that can help out with the twins.” Violet paused. “Justin, I was thinking . . . what about Joseph and Ryan? Joseph, or ‘Jo,’ after Joanna, your mother, and Ryan after my father . . . he would have liked that.” Violet reflected on the memories of her dad — he would have been proud to have a son named after him.
“I think you are going to make my mother cry; she can’t stop talking about the fact that she has not one but two grandbabies on the way. When she finds out one of them is her namesake . . . well, you can only imagine.” Justin didn’t think it was possible to love Violet any more than he already did, but the woman kept surprising him at every turn.
Joanna was still in the throes of her divorce, but once Austin had found out that he was going to be a grandfather, it had softened him, and he had stopped fighting with her about money for the time being. Justin still wasn’t on great speaking terms with his father, but his show of solidarity when it came to the twins was a step in the right direction.
“Nice.” Violet snuggled deeper into his arms. “Then, it’s settled — Jo and Ryan. I like it. I like it a lot.”
“You know what I would like even more right now?” he teased into her ear. “A little more of the delicious fried chicken in that basket before I take you home for the second course.”
“Food, then more, huh? That’s how we got in this predicament in the first place — not that I mind one bit.” Violet gazed up into his green eyes. They were already darkening.
“Baby, you should know by now,” Justin said huskily, bringing his lips down to hers, “there’s always room for more.”
THE END
About the Author
Vivienne Hunt writes romance – especially the type of taboo romance that will make your toes curl – though she has been known to dabble in romantic-suspense and paranormal romance of the most supernatural persuasion.
Basically, if it’s spicy, sultry, and seductive – it’s Vivienne.
And that – in a nutshell – is all you need to know.
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Other Works by Vivienne Hunt
EROTICA NOVELLAS
Smutty Little Secrets
Horny Little Lies (Forthcoming)
Sultry Little Sinners (Forthcoming)
Dirty Little Deviants (Forthcoming)
PARANORMAL ROMANCE
Harbinger (Forthcoming)
Prophesy (Forthcoming)
Violet In Lace Page 13