by Mia Ford
“It’s going pretty well,” I said. “Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes.”
“Excellent,” Thomas replied. “It smells incredible.” He leaned over my shoulder and inhaled deeply.
I blushed. “You think Brett will like it?”
Thomas nodded. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “His favorite food is spaghetti with meat sauce.”
I nodded. “Angela said this recipe wouldn’t disappoint – it’s from her Sicilian grandfather.”
Thomas laughed. “Sounds good, babe,” he said. He kissed me on the cheek and I flushed and squirmed, desperately craving more of his touch.
“Hey, Dad!” Brett raced into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?” When he saw me, he stopped dead in his tracks. “What’s Miss Rogers doing here?”
Thomas chuckled. “Son, please call Miss Rogers June, at least when she’s in our home.”
“Am I in trouble?” Brett asked nervously. ‘What’s going on?”
“No, not at all,” Thomas said. “Brett, I’d like to tell you that June and I have begun to date.” He glanced at me and I flushed nervously, biting the inside of my mouth. “And she’s going to be moving in here with us.”
“At first, when you’re here, I’ll be at my old apartment,” I explained quickly.
Brett looked nervously from his father to me. “Okay,” he said. “Cool.”
Thomas raised his eyebrows. “I’m glad you’re okay with it, son,” he said.
Brett nodded. He puffed out his chest, trying to look more adult than his soon-to-be-eleven years.
“Yeah, I’m cool with it,” he said. “Miss Rogers was always my favorite teacher. Er, I mean June,” he added. “Sorry, June.”
“It’s fine.” I laughed nervously. “Whatever you want to call me is fine. You know, except for stupid or anything else mean.”
Brett shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he said.
“Well, I’ve got something for you, Brett,” Thomas said. “Why don’t you go into the living room?”
Brett’s eyes widened and he raced out of the kitchen. When I looked at Thomas with my eyebrows up, he chuckled and jerked his head to the side, indicating that we should follow Thomas.
“Dad, are you serious?” Brett’s voice screeched from the other room. “No way! This is too cool!”
Thomas chuckled. As we walked into the living room, Thomas took my hand and squeezed. Brett was kneeling on the floor in front of a box covered with Japanese print.
“I can’t believe it, I can finally have it?”
Thomas nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Sorry it took so long to get the damn thing inspected. It was hard to find anyone familiar with the technology.” He turned to me. “That’s a PlayStation Five,” he added. “It hasn’t been released in the country yet.”
“Wow,” Brett said. He ran over to Thomas and threw his arms around his father’s waist. “Dad, you’re seriously the best!”
“I’m glad you’re happy,” Thomas said. He squeezed my hand. In a lower voice, he asked: “Would you like to come into the kitchen with me?”
I nodded and followed Thomas into the kitchen. The meat sauce was bubbling on the stove and a heavenly, rich aroma filled the air.
“Is he going to be okay?” I asked quietly.
Thomas nodded. “Oh, yeah, he’ll be fine,” he said. “What about Angela? How did she take the news?”
I blushed and giggled. “A little better when I told her you were covering the rest of my rent for the year,” I said. “But she’s happy for me. She told me it was for the best, that she couldn’t wait to get to know you better.”
Thomas nodded. “Good,” he said. He cleared his throat and coughed. Suddenly, I realized that he looked almost nervous.
“Thomas, what’s wrong?”
Thomas licked his lips. “Nothing,” he said. He smiled. I gasped as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red leather jewelry box. My heart began to race in my chest and my palms started to sweat and itch. I wiped them on my thighs in a desperate attempt to seem like I wasn’t freaking out.
“June,” Thomas said in a husky voice. “Getting to know you has been the best experience I’ve ever had in my life.”
I blushed hotly. “I know exactly what you mean,” I said softly.
Thomas opened the box and I gasped. Inside was a huge, sparkly diamond ring. The stone was round cut, and I guessed it was at least four carats. It was mounted on an elegant band of white gold, covered with smaller diamonds that twinkled in the bright kitchen light.
“Marry me, June,” Thomas said huskily. He dropped to one knee in front of me and held out the ring. “Marry me and make me the happiest man on earth.”
I flushed. “You can’t be serious,” I said quickly, covering my mouth with both hands. My eyes filled with unexpected tears and I tilted my head back, blinking my tears away before Thomas could see that I was crying.
“I am,” Thomas said firmly. “You’re the love of my life, and I can’t wait to be your husband.” He winked at me. “That is, if you’ll have me.”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “Oh, my god, yes! Yes!”
Thomas grinned. He slipped the ring on my finger. I gasped – it was heavy and cold, but it glittered beautifully on my finger. Hot tears dripped down my cheeks and I wrapped my arms around Thomas’s neck, covering his face in tiny kisses.
“I love you,” Thomas said. “I love you so much, June.”
“I love you, too,” I cried. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
As we kissed, I knew that no matter what the future brought, Thomas and I would face it together. And everything would be wonderful.
Epilogue
June – Five Years Later
“C’mere, you,” Thomas growled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back into bed.
I squeaked loudly and cried out, tripping over my feet and falling back into the soft bedsheets.
“Mmmn,” Thomas purred. He put both hands on the sides of my face and pulled me close. I closed my eyes and licked my lips as Thomas kissed me passionately. His tongue slipped between my lips and I moaned, arching my back. Thomas tangled a hand in my black hair and pulled, just hard enough for a little pain to mingle with the intense lust building in my body. As he nipped at my neck with sharp teeth, arousal exploded in my pussy and I pushed Thomas down, crawling on top of him and nuzzling his sandy chest.
“God, June, I love you like this,” Thomas growled. I straddled his still-firm torso and leaned down to plant a row of delicate kisses all over his face and neck. Thomas slid his hands down my body, squeezing the cheeks of my ass and sending delicious sensations racing through my veins.
“I love you,” I said softly into his ear before nipping at the earlobe. Thomas’s stubbly cheek brushed against mine and I sighed happily.
Thomas ran his hands up my back and down my chest, cupping my sensitive breasts and brushing his thumbs over my stiff nipples. I buried my face in Thomas’s neck to muffle my scream of pleasure.
“So sensitive,” Thomas purred.
I blushed hotly. After five years of being together, Thomas knew my body inside and out. I’d thought that after a while, sex would become routine.
But no – if anything, it was hotter than ever. Each time we made love, Thomas took me to new heights of insane, delicious pleasure. I could barely stand how he made me feel – always at the brink of an explosive orgasm.
Thomas took his hands away from my breasts and I cried out, wanting more. But soon he was moving them over the newly rounded curve of my belly and down to my hot pussy. I was so wet that I was leaking juices all over Thomas and slipping around in my own arousal was both embarrassing and incredibly hot. As Thomas slid a finger between my legs and gently began to flick my clit, I moaned and purred with pleasure.
“So wet,” Thomas growled in my ear. “My good little girl, always ready for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “I’m yours forever.”
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sp; Thomas pulled his hand away and grabbed me roughly by the hips, flipping me over on my back. He crawled between my legs and looked at me, lust blazing in his dark eyes. His silvery hair was tousled from a restless night and he was unshaven.
I’d never seen him look sexier.
Spreading my legs, I licked my lips and gave what I hoped was an inviting look. Thomas’s cock was hard, nestled in a small thatch of silver pubic hair. I gazed down, salivating as I imagined how it would feel when he plunged inside of me for the very first time.
Just as Thomas was about to enter me, the door burst open.
“Eek!” I screamed and pulled the duvet over my naked body. Thomas growled, pulling the sheet up to his hips, just enough to cover his erect cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Brett said. “I’m so sorry.” He was standing in the doorway. But when I noticed the smirk on his fifteen-year-old face, I rolled my eyes.
“You’re not sorry at all,” I said. “Get out!”
Brett walked out of the room, forgetting to close the door after him.
“You ever fucking heard of knocking?” Thomas bellowed.
We glanced at each other before bursting into giggles.
“Sorry,” Thomas mumbled. He rolled his eyes. “Goddamned kid needs to learn some boundaries.” He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Try again?”
I wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t think it’s still there for me.”
Thomas nodded. He leaned close and kissed me. “That’s okay, babe,” he said. “I promise – later tonight, you’re going to be begging for my cock.”
I blushed hotly as Thomas’s stubble brushed against my face. “I know,” I said softly. “I can’t wait.”
Thomas groaned and stretched, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of black boxer shorts. “What time is it?” He narrowed his eyes and picked up his reading glasses from the side of the bed.
“You’re an old man,” I teased.
“Watch it,” Thomas growled. He winked at me and we burst out laughing. “I feel better than ever.”
I giggled. “I should hope so,” I added. “Considering you’re about to become Daddy Number Two.”
Thomas glanced with fondness at my growing belly.
“Pregnancy is so weird,” I complained. “One minute all I can think about is sex.”
“And the next?”
“Food,” I moaned, burying my face in my hands. “I’m getting so big! I’m a heifer, Thomas. I can’t even zip my jeans.”
“I like you this way,” Thomas chuckled. “You’re curvy.”
I glared at him. “I miss sushi,” I said dreamily, climbing out of bed and pulling on a loose cotton dress. It was one of the only things I had that still fit me. “And soft cheese. And wine,” I added.
Thomas smirked. “As soon the baby’s born, we’re going out to Daniel,” Thomas said.
I laughed. “Sounds good, Daddy,” I said, batting my lashes.
“Are you excited about today?”
My stomach rumbled with anxiety. “I am,” I confessed. “But I’m a little nervous, too.”
“Don’t be,” Thomas said. He buttoned up his shirt and ran a brush through his thick, silvery hair.
“I just don’t want things to change,” I said softly. “What if having a new baby comes between us?”
Thomas sighed. He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes and kissing me deeply.
“June, nothing could tear me away from you,” he said. “Things are going to be different. At first, they’ll be strained. But I swear, our love is forever. And after the baby gets a little older, things will get back to normal.”
I nodded. “I have to admit that I feel a little better, knowing you’ve done this before.”
Thomas laughed. “I bet,” he said. “Come on, we should get going. Your appointment is at eleven-thirty, wouldn’t want to piss off the ultrasound tech.”
I nodded. “I’m good,” I said. “I’m ready now.”
Half an hour later, I was lying on an uncomfortable bed, propped up with my belly exposed. Even though I hadn’t gained more than the doctor said I should, I still felt huge and gawky, especially when I was naked.
Marie, the smiling ultrasound tech, rubbed a cold gel all over my belly.
“And how are we today?” Marie cooed, more to my stomach than to me.
Thomas and I exchanged glances.
“Doing well,” Thomas said. “And you?”
“Oh, I’m just fine,” Marie said. She took the ultrasound device in her hands and booted up the screen. “Now June, you’re about four and a half months along, correct?”
I nodded.
“Would you like to know the sex?”
I nodded. “Oh, yes,” I said. “Please.”
Marie grinned. “Hey, Dad, why don’t you come over here,” she said, gesturing for Thomas to stand by my side and hold my hand. “This is usually a very happy moment.”
Thomas grinned. “It certainly is for me.”
Thomas laced his fingers with mine and squeezed. I yelped in surprise as Marie began to move the ultrasound device over my swollen belly.
“It’s cold,” I whimpered.
“Poor baby,” Thomas said. He kissed my forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, too quietly for Marie to hear.
“I love you,” I mouthed back at Thomas.
“Okay!” Marie grinned and looked triumphant. “Here it is, the final moment. Ready to know?”
Tears welled up in my eyes and my face flushed bright red.
“Yes, please,” I said.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. March,” Marie said. “You’re having a little girl!”
I shrieked in delight as tears streamed down my face. Thomas and I kissed and he held me close.
“Are you happy?” I whispered.
“I’ve never been happier,” Thomas said. He grinned.
I smiled. All of the anxiety and tension I’d been feeling melted away from my body and I relaxed against the bed.
Somehow, things had ended absolutely perfect. I couldn’t wait for us to welcome our new daughter. And while a part of me was slightly nervous about how a baby would change our family, I knew deep down that everything would be wonderful.
Note: And my all time favorite – “Lust” is next and the last in this book.
Lust
PART 1: CHEATING HEARTS
Cheating Hearts
Gillian West had been burned too many times by men to get caught up in any kind of romance that goes nowhere. Her life consists of selling high-end cars to those discerning men that have what she calls a midlife crisis. She is approached by three women that have an instant dislike for Marshall Peters. They explain how her reputation has gotten around as being the only woman willing to do what it takes to shame men. This is different. This man is not married and has no significant other. The man in question is a rich philanderer with no ring on his finger and only a good time in his heart. They convince her that he needs to be humiliated and knocked down a few pegs from his masochistic ways. At first, she thinks it’s going to be a cakewalk, but upon meeting Marshall she begins to doubt herself. He’s handsome, charming and if she’s not careful she might be his next hit and run victim with her panties on his floor. How can she remain professional and look into his brilliant blue eyes?