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Authors: Summer Jordan
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I can't resist. I assume you're not married, but I also know it's not safe to assume anything. Are you?"
"Married? No." Pushing back his plate, he took her hand and brushed his lips across it.
The flitting trail of his moustache hairs created a tingling that coursed throughout her body—up to her brain and downwards to harden her nipples before curling up in her belly and spreading like wildfire to create a burning desire between her legs. She ached for his lips on hers, longed to have them wend their way along her skin until they reached her pussy. She'd love for him to lick her clit. Suck it. Make it so hard she'd beg him not to stop.
"I might ask the same thing after the other night."
She searched his face, wondering what he meant. "You mean my coming in here with Joseph and our son?"
Nodding, he narrowed his eyes. "Now, ask me the question that prompted you to come here tonight."
"You mean why you haven't called me when you must know that's why I left my business card?" Just because she'd shown up with her ex and Joe, Derek surely didn't think she was married. She set down her wine glass so he wouldn't see her hand shaking. His demeanour told her he wasn't joking.
"Can you blame me for not wanting to be one of the guys you're juggling? Frankly, I can't see why you'd want me to phone when you have two men in your life. A boyfriend and a husband…do they know about one another? Do they know you came here to see me tonight?"
Erin wanted to slap Derek. Instead, she clenched her hands at her sides. She hadn't expected sarcasm and found the way he'd set her up for it despicable. He'd invited her to dine with him and she'd found him as sweet as Crème Brule throughout the meal, but suddenly he'd turned on her.
Even though she understood how it might have looked to him, she suspected he knew better and was just giving her a hard time. Sitting ramrod straight, she moved as far away from him as the booth allowed. "Both boyfriend and husband are 'ex' and my son and his father were leaving the next day on a Mediterranean cruise."
"So you were having a family moment." Derek folded his hands in his lap. "You were all over Mitch and now he's out of the picture? Care to explain that?"
Erin sighed. "We broke up the same night you saw us here at Rendezvous."
Derek didn't try to close the gap she'd created between them in the booth. "Why?"
"We discovered we had differing views on our relationship."
"Meaning?"
She'd be damned if she was going to explain that she wanted to marry Mitch and he wasn't interested. "Meaning you have no right to interrogate me and if this is how you usually act, I'm glad you didn't call."
Snatching up her purse, she threw a twenty-dollar bill on the table. "I hope this pays my share of the tab. Now, if you'll please move and let me out, I'll relieve you of my company."
* * *
Derek polished the top of the wooden bar, concentrating on a stubborn burn mark left over from the days when smoking was allowed at Rendezvous. He wished he could rub out the damage he'd caused between himself and Erin on Saturday. He shouldn't have talked to her the way he did. He had no right to be jealous of her, but dammit, he was.
He'd smouldered when she'd cuddled up to Mitch. And when she came in with the kid and his father, Derek wished he were Joseph and the three of them were a family. He'd suspected she and the guy were no longer married, but he resented her being with him anyway.
When Derek thought about her having sex with those two, in the past or in the future, he wanted to bash Mitch and Joseph's heads together. He threw down the bar rag. The burn mark wasn't going away. Could he repair things with Erin ?
"Something bugging you, barkeep?"
Derek recognised the voice of Lawrence Larrison, and looking up to see his partner seating himself on a stool, Derek broke into a grin.
"What brings you to this neck of the woods, Larry boy?"
"I wanted to see how you're doing. Give me a
"Married? No." Pushing back his plate, he took her hand and brushed his lips across it.
The flitting trail of his moustache hairs created a tingling that coursed throughout her body—up to her brain and downwards to harden her nipples before curling up in her belly and spreading like wildfire to create a burning desire between her legs. She ached for his lips on hers, longed to have them wend their way along her skin until they reached her pussy. She'd love for him to lick her clit. Suck it. Make it so hard she'd beg him not to stop.
"I might ask the same thing after the other night."
She searched his face, wondering what he meant. "You mean my coming in here with Joseph and our son?"
Nodding, he narrowed his eyes. "Now, ask me the question that prompted you to come here tonight."
"You mean why you haven't called me when you must know that's why I left my business card?" Just because she'd shown up with her ex and Joe, Derek surely didn't think she was married. She set down her wine glass so he wouldn't see her hand shaking. His demeanour told her he wasn't joking.
"Can you blame me for not wanting to be one of the guys you're juggling? Frankly, I can't see why you'd want me to phone when you have two men in your life. A boyfriend and a husband…do they know about one another? Do they know you came here to see me tonight?"
Erin wanted to slap Derek. Instead, she clenched her hands at her sides. She hadn't expected sarcasm and found the way he'd set her up for it despicable. He'd invited her to dine with him and she'd found him as sweet as Crème Brule throughout the meal, but suddenly he'd turned on her.
Even though she understood how it might have looked to him, she suspected he knew better and was just giving her a hard time. Sitting ramrod straight, she moved as far away from him as the booth allowed. "Both boyfriend and husband are 'ex' and my son and his father were leaving the next day on a Mediterranean cruise."
"So you were having a family moment." Derek folded his hands in his lap. "You were all over Mitch and now he's out of the picture? Care to explain that?"
Erin sighed. "We broke up the same night you saw us here at Rendezvous."
Derek didn't try to close the gap she'd created between them in the booth. "Why?"
"We discovered we had differing views on our relationship."
"Meaning?"
She'd be damned if she was going to explain that she wanted to marry Mitch and he wasn't interested. "Meaning you have no right to interrogate me and if this is how you usually act, I'm glad you didn't call."
Snatching up her purse, she threw a twenty-dollar bill on the table. "I hope this pays my share of the tab. Now, if you'll please move and let me out, I'll relieve you of my company."
* * *
Derek polished the top of the wooden bar, concentrating on a stubborn burn mark left over from the days when smoking was allowed at Rendezvous. He wished he could rub out the damage he'd caused between himself and Erin on Saturday. He shouldn't have talked to her the way he did. He had no right to be jealous of her, but dammit, he was.
He'd smouldered when she'd cuddled up to Mitch. And when she came in with the kid and his father, Derek wished he were Joseph and the three of them were a family. He'd suspected she and the guy were no longer married, but he resented her being with him anyway.
When Derek thought about her having sex with those two, in the past or in the future, he wanted to bash Mitch and Joseph's heads together. He threw down the bar rag. The burn mark wasn't going away. Could he repair things with Erin ?
"Something bugging you, barkeep?"
Derek recognised the voice of Lawrence Larrison, and looking up to see his partner seating himself on a stool, Derek broke into a grin.
"What brings you to this neck of the woods, Larry boy?"
"I wanted to see how you're doing. Give me a
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