his lips to her temple as he tried to control his reaction. All he wanted to do was lay her down on the lounger, strip her clothes from her and bury himself in her over and over again. It was a need bordering on desperation, the strength of it scaring the life 66
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out of him for a moment. He pressed his eyes closed, shaking the feeling off and getting control of himself. Sex, it was just sex and he hadn't seen her for a week. Of course he was going to be desperate to get her in the sack. He drew a shuddering breath as she continued to stroke him through the fabric, a teasing touch just firm enough to drive him to distraction.
"Careful, or you'll end up flat on your back, skirt up round your waist." His voice was a low growl of warning. His hands ran through her hair, smoothing it back and holding it in a rope at the nape of her neck. Controlling as the movement was, he knew he wasn't the one in control here. Especially when her next movement was to straddle him, her hips rolling, rocking against his, against the erection that strained to be free. His breath left him in a rush at the sexy look on her face and the knowledge that but for a few layers of fabric, he'd be buried in her to the hilt. She rearranged her skirts, pooling them around her as she sat in his lap.
"Skirts don't always have to be pushed out of the way you know..." she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him. A hot sexy kiss that told him all he needed to know as his arms came up around her.
* * * *
Zette came to slowly, a comfortable slide out of sleep and a gradual awakening. As consciousness returned she was aware of JJ moving in the room around her. The brisk swish of curtains opening and the bright stab of early morning sun spilling onto the bed had her moaning in protest. She grabbed 67
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a pillow and buried her head under it, lifting the edge to glare at JJ.
"Morning sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?" The bed dipped under his weight as he sat down next to her. His large hand reached out to pull the pillow away from her. She grumbled a little, wrinkling her nose at him. She still couldn't believe what had happened, that within two weeks they'd be married. It was a fairy tale come true, at least for her battered heart.
She'd stopped believing in love a long time ago. Right at the point her mother had abandoned her when Zette got a bit too old, a hint that Ariadne wasn't as young as she liked to make out. The presence of an adult daughter damaged her chances of snagging another rich husband she could fleece and cheat on, then strip in the divorce settlement. So Zette had gone the way of last year's fashions, cast off when she'd served her purpose. Add to that the fact the man she'd thought she was in love with hadn't even bothered to return her calls. Each time she'd tried, she'd gotten the stonewall of various receptionists and PA's. Finally she'd given up. Fed up with being rejected, abandoned, she'd grown a thick callus over her heart and never let anyone in again. Until now.
"Tired," she pretended to grouch, but a smile started to curve her lips as she took in the sight of him. He was already getting ready for work, crisp shirt unbuttoned over his chest, giving her a tantalising glimpse of the hardened muscles there. She reached out to trail a hand along the satin smooth skin, flicking his nipple gently, careful not to move from her prone position on the bed. She'd been ill with a stomach bug 68
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the last couple of days and the mornings had been the worst, nausea hitting her as soon as she lifted her head. Luckily it seemed to have worn off a little now but she didn't want to take chances.
"Well, you'd be fine if you'd get some sleep instead of keeping me up all night woman!" He grinned down at her, capturing her hand and holding it away from his chest. "And cut that out, or I won't be going anywhere!" he warned, his eyes alight with promise.
" Me? Keep you awake?
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
out of him for a moment. He pressed his eyes closed, shaking the feeling off and getting control of himself. Sex, it was just sex and he hadn't seen her for a week. Of course he was going to be desperate to get her in the sack. He drew a shuddering breath as she continued to stroke him through the fabric, a teasing touch just firm enough to drive him to distraction.
"Careful, or you'll end up flat on your back, skirt up round your waist." His voice was a low growl of warning. His hands ran through her hair, smoothing it back and holding it in a rope at the nape of her neck. Controlling as the movement was, he knew he wasn't the one in control here. Especially when her next movement was to straddle him, her hips rolling, rocking against his, against the erection that strained to be free. His breath left him in a rush at the sexy look on her face and the knowledge that but for a few layers of fabric, he'd be buried in her to the hilt. She rearranged her skirts, pooling them around her as she sat in his lap.
"Skirts don't always have to be pushed out of the way you know..." she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him. A hot sexy kiss that told him all he needed to know as his arms came up around her.
* * * *
Zette came to slowly, a comfortable slide out of sleep and a gradual awakening. As consciousness returned she was aware of JJ moving in the room around her. The brisk swish of curtains opening and the bright stab of early morning sun spilling onto the bed had her moaning in protest. She grabbed 67
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
a pillow and buried her head under it, lifting the edge to glare at JJ.
"Morning sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?" The bed dipped under his weight as he sat down next to her. His large hand reached out to pull the pillow away from her. She grumbled a little, wrinkling her nose at him. She still couldn't believe what had happened, that within two weeks they'd be married. It was a fairy tale come true, at least for her battered heart.
She'd stopped believing in love a long time ago. Right at the point her mother had abandoned her when Zette got a bit too old, a hint that Ariadne wasn't as young as she liked to make out. The presence of an adult daughter damaged her chances of snagging another rich husband she could fleece and cheat on, then strip in the divorce settlement. So Zette had gone the way of last year's fashions, cast off when she'd served her purpose. Add to that the fact the man she'd thought she was in love with hadn't even bothered to return her calls. Each time she'd tried, she'd gotten the stonewall of various receptionists and PA's. Finally she'd given up. Fed up with being rejected, abandoned, she'd grown a thick callus over her heart and never let anyone in again. Until now.
"Tired," she pretended to grouch, but a smile started to curve her lips as she took in the sight of him. He was already getting ready for work, crisp shirt unbuttoned over his chest, giving her a tantalising glimpse of the hardened muscles there. She reached out to trail a hand along the satin smooth skin, flicking his nipple gently, careful not to move from her prone position on the bed. She'd been ill with a stomach bug 68
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by Mina Carter
the last couple of days and the mornings had been the worst, nausea hitting her as soon as she lifted her head. Luckily it seemed to have worn off a little now but she didn't want to take chances.
"Well, you'd be fine if you'd get some sleep instead of keeping me up all night woman!" He grinned down at her, capturing her hand and holding it away from his chest. "And cut that out, or I won't be going anywhere!" he warned, his eyes alight with promise.
" Me? Keep you awake?
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