by A. C. Arthur
He stilled, took another slow breath as he remembered the woman he was speaking to was his mother, then replied, “I don’t give a damn what any of the Donovans think.”
“You’re not going according to the plan,” Roslyn reminded him.
“I’m not working according to your plan, mother. I have my own way of dealing with the Donovans and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do to stop that.”
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PROLOGUE
Sunday
38 Years Ago
Las Vegas, Nevada
“Well, looks like we’re stuck at the airport for the night,” Bernard Donovan said, dropping his carry-on bag down beside the barstool he then slid onto.
Beside him, the woman with the long, curly hair signaled to the bartender for another drink. He’d been watching her from across the bar twenty minutes ago, before they’d both gotten up and went to gate number 5 with the intention of boarding their plane. He was returning to Seattle after visiting with his brothers, Henry, Everette, Al, Reggie and Bruce. Henry was getting married in six weeks and they were all going to be his groomsmen, so they’d met in Las Vegas where the wedding was taking place to get fitted for their tuxedos and to plan the massive bachelor party they were going to throw for him.
He was booked on the ten thirty flight to Seattle where he had business meetings scheduled. His marketing firm was just getting off the ground and he had back-to-back meetings scheduled with an up and coming coffee house and internet chain tomorrow at noon. The ten thirty flight had been postponed to five in the morning. So it looked like he’d be staying at the hotel across the street from the airport instead of traveling all the way back to Henry’s house. The woman from the bar, the one with the curvy and attractive body had been booked on the same flight because she was also back in the bar where he’d first seen her.
“Looks that way,” she replied, giving him a slight glance before going into her purse to pull out the money for her drink, he suspected.
“I’ll get this round,” he said, touching a hand to her wrist to still her movements.
When she didn’t pull quickly away, but looked over to him again, Bernard figured he had a shot. She had a pretty face, a little heavy on the make-up, but he could work with that. Besides, he wasn’t looking for anything beyond the shared drinks, or maybe a shared room for the night. He could go for either or.
“Why? You don’t think I can pay for my own drinks?” she asked, the right side of her mouth tilting into a smile.
Her hair draped down, covering just part of her face, but it looked soft and her voice was sexy, like those he’d heard during the private parties some of his friends held back in Seattle. Bernard considered himself a virile man, with needs and desires that he knew his name and bank account had contributed to. His brothers thought he was a bit too free in his exploits with women, that at twenty years old and having just graduated from college, and starting his own business, he should be calming down a bit more. Bernard begged to differ. To him, his life was just getting started, the life he wanted to lead, not the one anybody had laid out for him, hence the reason he hadn’t gone to work at Donovan Oilwell in Houston or at the branch Henry had started up in Vegas. He did not want to be like his brothers, or his father and uncle before him. Bernard wanted to be his own man, smart, rich, happy and on his own terms.
It just so happened that women played heavily into that equation.
“I’m sure you can pay for whatever it is you want,” he told her. “But I’m also certain that I’d like to buy you a drink and maybe move over there to that booth to get to know you a little better.”
She’d tilted her head, staring at him for a few seconds. Sizing him up, Bernard thought. He’d considered poking out his chest a little more—he’d been working out but his body had always been more on the beefy side than the toned build Henry and Al possessed. It didn’t matter, he had the dark chocolate complexion of his father, the wavy black hair, and brown “bedroom” eyes he’d been told. His clothes were expensive—jeans, a button down navy blue shirt, black jacket and suede tie-ups. Image was everything, as his father had always said.
“You know what?” she’d replied after a few seconds more. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.”
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Two hours later Bernard was lying on his back and she was riding him hard and fast. Her hair fell over her shoulders, curls dancing over her high breasts as he reached up to tweak her dark nipples. She moved like she was on a mission, to pull every drop of release from him as fast as she could. He didn’t bother to tell her that he was known for his longevity, just figured he’d let her go as long as she could before he finally brought it home for the both of them.
They’d come over to the hotel, going into the room the airline had booked in his name after two more drinks and a plate of hot wings. As soon as the elevator doors had closed she’d been on him, pressing him back against the wall, cupping his dick in one hand, reaching up to paste the other to the back of his neck before bringing his mouth down to hers. In the room, he’d barely gotten the door closed and locked before she was pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Game for whatever, Bernard began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Take that off,” he said nodding to the red dress she’d been wearing.
She stepped out of her heels slowly, keeping her gaze on him as she reached behind to unzip her dress. When the material fell to the floor Bernard was unbuckling his belt, staring at her small waist, the curve of her hips and breasts that just about fell out of that lacy excuse for a bra she wore. After taking off his shoes he’d been about to push his pants down when he reached for his wallet, dug inside and pulled out a condom. She was there in seconds, standing in front of him as he’d set on the side of the bed, taking the condom packet slowly from his fingers.
“Let me do this for you,” she told him.
He heard her ripping the package open as he removed his jeans and boxers, then set back on the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her between his legs. She’d stepped up to him with a sexy sway of her hips, moaning when he kissed her navel, reached up and grabbed her tits. In the next seconds she’d pushed him back on the bed, taking his mouth in a scorching hot kiss as she straddled him. Bernard grabbed the heavy globes of her ass, squeezing and moaning with delight as she slid her core down over his rigid length.
And then she rode.
And he moaned and swore and loved every second of the deep, hot thrusts. She was wet and eager and he was feeling his buzz after three vodkas on the rocks, four if he included the one he’d had before the plane had been delayed. When she’d dropped down over him, her hair tickling his face, he’d figured she run out of steam.
“I got you,” he’d told her, grabbing her by the waist and turning her over, lifting her legs before diving back into her waiting heat.
It was his time to ride and he’d done so until his body had trembled with his release, her thighs shaking with hers.
Afterwards, Bernard had gone into the bathroom alone to clean himself up. Now sated and still buzzed, he was ready to get some sleep. Going back out into the room he set his watch to wake him up at three-thirty so they could get back over to the airport in time to wait for their flight. Then he fell face first on the bed, sleep quickly claiming him.
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“Good morning, Bernard,” she said from the chair where she sat fully dressed across from the bed.
He’d just rolled over, his watch in his hand as he’d just stopped the alarm and was contemplating if he had a few more minutes to lay there while his head continued to throb.
Bernard turned to her, his eyes cracking open, the sight of her coming slowly into view. He hadn’t told her his name. In fact, they hadn’t exchanged any of the typical information a man and a woman probably should before having sex.
Yet she knew. He frowned then, not just because of the name thing, but becau
se her long, curly hair was gone. It had been replaced by a shorter cut, lying flat against her head in an auburn color. Her make-up was much lighter than before, he could easily see that with the light from the lamp on the nightstand glaring down at them. Bernard sat up in bed, staring at her more closely then.
“Ah, I see it’s all coming back to you,” she said, a big grin spreading slowly across her face. “Not the fun we had just a few hours ago in this bed, but well before that. Like three years ago, that’s the last time we saw each other.” She nodded, chuckled a little. “Yeah, you definitely remember now.”
“Roslyn Ausby,” Bernard said with a sickening clench to his gut. “You gold-digging bitch!”
The Donovan Series
The Seniors are listed in order by birth and their children are listed below them (also in order by birth)
Senior – Albert Donovan
Brock & Noelle {Book#4 Full House Seduction}
Brandon
Bailey
Senior - Henry & Beverly Donovan
Lincoln & Jade (Children: Twin daughters, Torian & Tamala) {Book#1 Love Me Like No Other}
Trenton & Tia (Child: Son, Trevor) {Book#3 Defying Desire}
Adam & Camille (Children: Sons, Josiah and Jordan) {Book#2 A Cinderella Affair}
Senior – Bernard & Jocelyn Donovan
Keysa & Ian {Book#6 Holiday Hearts}
Brynne
Senior – Everette & Alma Donovan
Maxwell & Deena (Child: Daughter, Sophia) {Book#5 Touch of Fate}
Benjamin & Victoria (Child: Daughter, Aria) {Book#9 Pleasured By A Donovan}
Senior – Reginald & Carolyn Donovan
Parker & Adriana
Savian
Regan & Gavin {Book#10 Heart Of A Donovan}
Senior - Bruce & Janean Donovan
Dion & Lyra {Book#7 Desire A Donovan}
Sean & Tate (Child: Daughter, Briana) {Book#8 Surrender To A Donovan}
The Donovan Friends
The Desdunes
Lucien & Marie Desdune
Lynette & Brice (Child: Son, Jeremy) {A Christmas Wish - Under the Mistletoe Anthology}
Cole & Loren {Always My Valentine}
Samuel & Karena (Child: Son, Elijah) {Summer Heat}
Sabrina & Lorenzo (Children: Daughters, Delia & Desirae, Son, Daniel) {Guarding His Body}
The Bennetts
Marvin & Beatriz Bennett
Alexander & Monica {Winter Kisses}
Ricardo
Lorenzo & Sabrina (Children: Daughters, Delia & Desirae, Son, Daniel) {Guarding His Body}
Adriana & Parker {Embraced By A Donovan}
Gabriella
The Lakefields
Paul & Noreen Lakefield
Monica & Alexander {Winter Kisses}
Karena & Samuel (Child: Son, Elijah) {Summer Heat}
Deena & Maxwell (Child: Daughter, Sophia) {Book#5 Touch of Fate}
Books in reading order:
Love Me Like No Other
A Cinderella Affair
Guarding His Body
Defying Desire
Full House Seduction
Touch of Fate
Summer Heat
Winter Kisses
Holiday Hearts
Desire A Donovan
Surrender To A Donovan
Pleasured By A Donovan
Heart Of A Donovan
A Christmas Wish
Always My Valentine
Embraced By A Donovan
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