Dream Man (Executive Women in Love Book 1)

by Rose, Celia T.

  After the last orgasm, she arched her back and screamed in a passion-filled plea, “Now, now, I mean it, Max. Take me!”

  He took in her beautiful eyes, shades of the deepest green he’d ever seen, as she hungered for him. He wanted to remember her, take a snapshot in his mind of her like this. He would remember this moment for the rest of his life. And finally he plunged all his length deep into her and rode her. They rode each other in an exquisite ride of passion only a man and women who love each with all their hearts could do.

  Yet it seemed too short of a time before he gave way and brought her home with him. Sleep evaded the two of them as they rode out the passions numerous times that night. Exhausted and temporarily sated, he fell asleep in her arms. In the morning hour, as the sun painted her sweet, sleeping face, he rubbed his nose into her neck, relishing the smell of their lovemaking. She stirred and gave him a playful kitten-like purr, pulling him on top of her for another go.

  Afterward, he held her in the crook of her arm, “Will you be so ravenous every morning? I may not have the energy to get to work.”

  “You’ll have to get up your stamina because now that I have you I will never get my full.”

  “I’d say my stamina will not be a problem, my love.”

  For a moment, Felicity froze in time on that amazing Tuesday morning after Max and she had made love. Did he actually call her love? For a split second, she’d been disappointed he didn’t say he loved her yet.

  But, she knew he was on his way.

  “You’re right, there is nothing lacking there. I’m famished, are you?”

  “Do you like Eggs Benedict?”

  Felicity felt a stab of panic, and noted it was close to ten in the morning as she read the end table clock.

  “Shit, shit, I’m toast. I was supposed to be on location. No, wait, the filming . . .” She’d been completely disoriented.

  Max pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “You forget, darling, we go in together. I know the schedule. We’re not due to meet Charlotte at The Buddha until four this afternoon.”

  “Right, right. Ah, that’s so good.”

  “I wouldn’t jeopardize your work. Especially not after all this effort.” He pinched her cheek. “Now, for breakfast.”

  “Right, Eggs Benedict will be fine. And coffee, lots of coffee, juice, fresh fruit . . .” Felicity got out of the bed, in the nude, happy to feel comfortable and open, at last, in front of her man. “. . . and whole wheat toast, no butter. I’m going to take a shower. Oh, but my clothes . . .”

  “You can get them later.”

  “Right. I’ll just put on the hotel bath robe.”

  Felicity enjoyed the nice hot shower pulsating from multiple showerheads in the walk in shower.

  She could get used to this. This man. Every day forever.

  Was there truth to any of her fears? Would he tire of her? Tire of the monotony?

  Not exactly the time to think such thoughts in the afterglow of what clearly was the most passion-filled night and morning she could ever remember having.

  Over breakfast, they chatted aimlessly. About the show. His next movie, which would start filming on location back in LA in a couple of weeks.

  Thank God.

  And then came the real whammy.

  “Now that we’ve dispensed with my deep dark secrets, and established our very real physical and emotional connection I see no reason to delay.”

  Delay what? Was he going to ask me to move in with him?

  Ah, another live-in boyfriend. Poor Jenny will have to come along.

  “We should start our preparations immediately. Maybe make it part of the show. For if any woman is an example of a fine director it definitely is you.”

  The show? Preparations? “You mean of our moving in together, Max?”

  “Yes, I suppose. But aren’t you going to want to film, feature and prepare Hollywood’s best wedding to the A Number One Confirmed Bachelor of the town?”

  “What?” Felicity’s heart pounded against her rib cage.

  He kissed her on the lips. “Okay, so this isn’t the real deal. We’ll have to do it up a lot better.” He got up from their breakfast table and down on bended knee. “But this will have to do. Will you marry me, Felice Burgess?”

  Marry him? Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. He actually asked me. Now. OMG!

  “Yes. Yes of course I will.” She was shocked but, hell, there’d be no way she’d let this opportunity go by.

  He kissed her hand pulled her up from her seat and ravished her lips. “Now there’s just enough time. I want you to put on the nicest outfit you have with you. We have some shopping to do.”

  “Shopping?”

  “For the ring, silly. I’m so thrilled we’re in New York because it means we can pick the perfect ring and have it sized in no time at Tiffany’s.

  Was this really happening? Tiffany’s?

  Yesterday she wasn’t sure how Max would react to her showing up unannounced and today he’s buying her a Tiffany diamond ring.

  But, Felicity knew she deserved him. They deserved each other. They’d both had a hard haul behind them and now through the struggle and pain they’d come to find each other. Finally.

  The next thought would be who to ask to be in the wedding. Jenny, would be the obvious maid-of-honor, Margo, Shantae, of course and, my God, was this really happening? And there was nothing else in the world that Felicity would need from this day forward. She finally had her Dream Man. Max.

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  Designed by Love,

  Book Two of the Executive Women in Love series.

  Margo Spamozzi is tired of someone taking artistic credit for her fashion designs. She decides to venture out on her own, despite having signed a non-compete agreement, and having no money or credit. She blames the last two things on her extravagant social life. Although she so enjoys it. One man at a time. Leaving them before they leave her. It’s her foolproof plan to protect against the betrayal, abandonment, and sexual abuse she associates with relationships, thanks to her past.

  Her carefree existence appears to work—until she meets Doug Spenser.

  Doug continues to pay the debts, emotionally and physically, from his divorce. His hectic work as a national television network executive doesn’t crush his need for love. But he fears he’s a beacon for the wrong kind of woman, like his self-absorbed ex-wife who plays his weaknesses for her gain.

  He finds himself in bed with an amazing, sexy, independent woman. She leaves him the next day without a word but he discovers she’s going to appear in one of his reality shows. He invites her for a drink afterward and soon finds out this damaged woman presents more of a challenge than he can handle. Should he let that stop him from his second chance at love?