Honeymoon Hideaway
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Cat directed him, pointing occasionally with her free hand. Now in Austin with her, he couldn’t stop touching her in some form or fashion.
The door clicked closed once they entered her apartment and she was in his arms again. He pulled off her dress; she pulled off his shirt. He barely took in his surroundings when she unfastened his pants and pushed them to the carpet. Then she kicked off her shoes, and broke their kiss long enough to grab his hand and lead him to her bedroom. More clothes dropped to the floor.
“God, how I missed you. I couldn’t understand how I had fallen for you in such a short time.”
His hands were on her breasts, her neck, her thighs, moving without direction but trying to find everything he’d missed those last few weeks. “Me too.” He kissed and suckled her neck, making his way to her nipples, laying claim to her naked body.
“Mmm. I even looked up jobs in Orlando,” she said in a pant.
That comment stopped him in his tracks. “You did?”
She nodded. “Some seemed pretty good too.”
“You’d move to Orlando?”
“If you’ll have me.”
He grinned. “Oh baby, I’ll have you. Over and over.” He moved her to the bed.
She giggled and laid back.
His hands and lips roamed her torso, letting her sweet scent guide the way. Pushing her legs apart, he claimed her pussy, relishing the moan from her precious lips on the first swipe. His tongue toyed with her clit, laving and circling, bringing more blood to the swollen little nub.
She moaned again. She was close.
He stood and shed his briefs, climbing on top of her, his cock aligned right at her entrance.
“Nicki, please.”
“Cat, I love you. Move to Orlando, move in with me. Be a part of my life.” He pushed inside her, just as he’d done their last time together in Saint Lucia.
“Nicki, I love you too.” She pulled his head down to connect their lips.
Reaching a hand between them, he caressed her clit. Just a hint of stimulation to send her over the edge. Her muscles flexed and pulled on his cock—close to detonation.
She cried out and arched her back as her orgasm spiraled through her. He loved hearing her in ecstasy.
A few more thrusts, and he shot off, spilling his seed into the woman of his dreams. Dreams he didn’t even know he had or wanted. But now, he wanted it all.
He slid to the side of her and pulled her close. Their panting was the only sound in the space.
“Wow,” she breathed out.
“Wow is right. And we’re just getting started.”
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Did you see the door to my balcony when you came in?”
His eyes widened and his eyebrows hit the ceiling. Oh yeah, this was the perfect woman for him.
The End.
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Angie fumed. This must have been what Terri referred to as getting ugly. How dare Mac think he could keep the boys all summer, every summer. That news had been relayed to her that morning by her attorney. And Angie would not go back through her divorce lawyer. Oh no. She would handle this one directly.
She stomped off the elevator, her steps determined and sure. She debated blowing past his admin, but opted for professionalism instead. “Mimi, is my husband available?”
“Hi, Mrs. MacKey. Hang on. I’ll check.” The bubbly thirty-something woman picked up the phone and buzzed Mac.
Angie worked her jaw to unclench her teeth.
“He said to go right in.”
Angie strode around Mimi’s cubicle and pushed open the thick wooden door. She’d been to his new office only one other time, right after his promotion. The bookshelves were stacked with books, sales awards, a few momentous, and few pictures of her and the boys.
“Hey, Angie. What’s up?” Mac said casually as he stood and rounded his impressive mahogany desk.
She closed the door behind her. Her eyes narrowed. “You know what’s up, Mac,” she uttered in a stern voice, deeper than she’d intended.
“Oh, is this about having the boys for the summer?”
He damn-well knew what this was about. He was toying with her. “Of course, it is. Why the hell else would I bother to come all the way downtown?” Her tone escalated.
He took three steps closer to her. She knew it was meant to intimidate, but she didn’t move a muscle. “Look,” he said, “you get the boys most of the time anyway. Now you can have your summers free.”
Oh sure. He was thinking of her. Not freakin’ likely. “You travel all the time.” Well, used to. “How exactly is this beneficial for the boys? You think they’ll enjoy just sitting around in your apartment all summer?”
He scoffed. “They will not.”
“Of course they will.”
“Oh, don’t act like such a bitch,” he growled.
Before anyone even saw it coming, Angie raised her right hand and sent it flying across Mac’s cheek. The sound of the slap reverberated through the whole office. His cheek instantly reddened.
Her hands flew up over her gaping mouth and her eyes widened. Never in their years together had she ever hit him. There had never been violence. She’d rarely hit the boys growing up either, choosing other forms of discipline instead.
“Oh, crap. I’m sorry, Mac. I didn’t mean to do that,” she said behind cupped hands. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”
He stared at her for what felt like an eternity. She could see the fire in his eyes. He took a step closer, and she stepped back. Her back was now almost touching the door.
“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice low and menacing.
“Yes, Mac. I . . . I lost my head. I didn’t mean to slap you.”
“Prove it.”
Confused, her eyebrows pinched together. “What? What do you mean? How?”
He reached beside her and locked his office door. “Prove it,” he said again, but his voice sounded more hoarse and . . . lustful than before. He kept his eyes trained on hers.
She licked her lips and squirmed ever so slightly.
She didn’t ask again, and Mac didn’t wait. He simply pointed to his desk, the other hand on his hip, looking authoritative. Sexy and masculine. “Hands on my desk.”
Angie had never seen this side of her husband before. Perhaps she should be scared, but in fact, his dominance only fueled her from the inside out. Her nether parts came alive. She wasn’t exactly sure what he had planned, although she had a reasonably good idea. “What?” she sounded like a timid mouse, her question a bit too breathy.
Without giving her any more time to stall, he wrapped his muscular arm around her waist and hauled her up against his body. His very rock hard body. Oh my!
Mia London loves to write.
After reading fiction for years, she decided it was finally time to put those images and scenes floating around in her head down on paper.
She is a huge fan of romance, highly optimistic, and wildly faithful to the HEA (happily ever after). Her goal is to create a fantasy you will enjoy with characters you cou
ld love.
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