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groaned as her hand squeezed him. “It is... what it is.”
“No wonder you have such a strong protective side.” Tender, too. She crawled up his body, sliding down onto him. She squeezed and his hips thrust upward. She stroked her hands through his hair. “Bet the women in the family love this hair, too.”
He laughed. “Not mama-bear. She liked the Marine cut.”
Another brick laid in the traditional man of honor’s cornerstone, Del thought. There was no sense questioning why she felt so comfortable with him so quickly. The man was perfect. She chuckled.
He squeezed her breast. “What so funny?”
“Do you have any faults?”
He flipped her over as if she were weightless and looked down at her. “Are you kidding? I eat kittens for breakfast. Where’s your cat? I’ll show you. And—”
She tugged him down and took him like a cop, ‘taking no prisoners’. It was noon before they rose to get breakfast and she made him promise, “no felines”.
Chapter 11
L uc strolled up the walkway to his townhouse. Eyeing the paper on his doorstep, he smiled remembering how he and Delilah had shared the paper in her bed over coffee. She had to have the Sports section first. It seemed she was a big football and tennis fan. He laughed, remembering her trying to talk him out of his Saints tie. If she hadn’t had to work they might have spent the rest of the day together tearing up her slinky silver sheets.
He stooped to pick up the paper, and a pair of women’s jogging shoes attached to a tanned pair of legs came into view. He raised his head to see Mercy Love standing in front of him. He hadn’t even heard her walk up.
“Why, Luc. I didn’t know you lived at Coralgate.”
His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here, Mercy?”
Mercy placed one hand on her hip and shook her head. “Someone got out of the bed on the wrong side this beautiful Sunday morning, and it wasn’t me. I decided to go for a run and was across the street when I saw you drive up.”
Luc studied the woman in front of him. Either she was a marathon jogger who had to go many miles before she broke a sweat or she was lying. It was after noon and hot enough that her perfect makeup should have been glossy with perspiration. On top of that he didn’t know any bra-less joggers—not with her dimensions.
“You live around here?” Luc asked, swiping his hand through his damp hair. He sure hoped not.
“Oh, I just felt like trying a new route today. And it’s so serendipitous that I ran into you. This could have waited until tomorrow but since—” she looked down at his key. “I’m sorry, you were just coming home from a hot date, weren’t you? Would you like to go inside and we can talk?”
“I’m good.” He crossed his arms and asked, “What did you want to ask me?”
She waved her hand. “There’s a party next weekend over at Wexler Studios. I thought you might like to go as my escort. We might pick up some work by rubbing hips with that crowd.”
Thank God he already had plans for the weekend and didn’t have to come up with a lie that she could read on his face. “Sorry, I have plans next weekend.”
She ran one perfectly manicured, fire engine red nail over her exceptionally shiny lips. Seductive gesture that and it didn’t even register on his lust meter. Actually, it might have—below zero.
“Who with?” she asked rather proprietarily.
“Quite frankly, Mercy, it’s none of your business.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing, Luc. I’m a helluva lot more experienced at keeping a man satisfied than say, a certain bimbo cop.”
A frisson of unease shot down Luc’s spine but he hoped he hid it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mercy. And I don’t really care. Now if that’s all, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
She stood eerily still for a few seconds and Luc wondered if she was waiting for him to blink. He didn’t. She sighed, “All right then. Guess I’ll just get back to my
“No wonder you have such a strong protective side.” Tender, too. She crawled up his body, sliding down onto him. She squeezed and his hips thrust upward. She stroked her hands through his hair. “Bet the women in the family love this hair, too.”
He laughed. “Not mama-bear. She liked the Marine cut.”
Another brick laid in the traditional man of honor’s cornerstone, Del thought. There was no sense questioning why she felt so comfortable with him so quickly. The man was perfect. She chuckled.
He squeezed her breast. “What so funny?”
“Do you have any faults?”
He flipped her over as if she were weightless and looked down at her. “Are you kidding? I eat kittens for breakfast. Where’s your cat? I’ll show you. And—”
She tugged him down and took him like a cop, ‘taking no prisoners’. It was noon before they rose to get breakfast and she made him promise, “no felines”.
Chapter 11
L uc strolled up the walkway to his townhouse. Eyeing the paper on his doorstep, he smiled remembering how he and Delilah had shared the paper in her bed over coffee. She had to have the Sports section first. It seemed she was a big football and tennis fan. He laughed, remembering her trying to talk him out of his Saints tie. If she hadn’t had to work they might have spent the rest of the day together tearing up her slinky silver sheets.
He stooped to pick up the paper, and a pair of women’s jogging shoes attached to a tanned pair of legs came into view. He raised his head to see Mercy Love standing in front of him. He hadn’t even heard her walk up.
“Why, Luc. I didn’t know you lived at Coralgate.”
His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here, Mercy?”
Mercy placed one hand on her hip and shook her head. “Someone got out of the bed on the wrong side this beautiful Sunday morning, and it wasn’t me. I decided to go for a run and was across the street when I saw you drive up.”
Luc studied the woman in front of him. Either she was a marathon jogger who had to go many miles before she broke a sweat or she was lying. It was after noon and hot enough that her perfect makeup should have been glossy with perspiration. On top of that he didn’t know any bra-less joggers—not with her dimensions.
“You live around here?” Luc asked, swiping his hand through his damp hair. He sure hoped not.
“Oh, I just felt like trying a new route today. And it’s so serendipitous that I ran into you. This could have waited until tomorrow but since—” she looked down at his key. “I’m sorry, you were just coming home from a hot date, weren’t you? Would you like to go inside and we can talk?”
“I’m good.” He crossed his arms and asked, “What did you want to ask me?”
She waved her hand. “There’s a party next weekend over at Wexler Studios. I thought you might like to go as my escort. We might pick up some work by rubbing hips with that crowd.”
Thank God he already had plans for the weekend and didn’t have to come up with a lie that she could read on his face. “Sorry, I have plans next weekend.”
She ran one perfectly manicured, fire engine red nail over her exceptionally shiny lips. Seductive gesture that and it didn’t even register on his lust meter. Actually, it might have—below zero.
“Who with?” she asked rather proprietarily.
“Quite frankly, Mercy, it’s none of your business.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing, Luc. I’m a helluva lot more experienced at keeping a man satisfied than say, a certain bimbo cop.”
A frisson of unease shot down Luc’s spine but he hoped he hid it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mercy. And I don’t really care. Now if that’s all, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
She stood eerily still for a few seconds and Luc wondered if she was waiting for him to blink. He didn’t. She sighed, “All right then. Guess I’ll just get back to my
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