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Authors: R.C. Martin
Tags: A Made for Love novella
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as I’m making it out to be. “I love it a lot, right?”
Roman chuckles before he kisses the tip of my nose and pulls out of me. “Yes. You love your job. You’re pretty good at it, too.”
“I am, aren’t I?” I say with a grin.
He sits up and pinches my side, eliciting a giggle as I squirm. “Get up. Get showered. I’ll make you a cappuccino.”
With the promise of caffeine, I’m up. An hour later, I’m kissing my husband goodbye, with a promise to call as soon as I reach the office.
So protective, my husband. Even a little snow gets him worked up and worried.
My ride to work is uneventful, as I assured Roman it would be. As I walk into the office, my focus directed to the screen in my hands while I pull up my phone app, I’m startled when a pair of hands grip my shoulders, holding me at arm’s length.
My eyes meet his chest first. Somehow I know, even after over a year’s time, I know who this chest belongs to. I gasp when my eyes shoot up to meet his dark gray ones.
“You should really watch where you’re going, Miss Schwartz,” he speaks, his eyes boring into mine.
At first, I’m so surprised to see him that I forget to reply. Then, I replay his words and I step out of his grasp. “ Mrs. ,” I inform him. “I’m Mrs. Holloway now. But—I still go by Logan.”
“Well, Logan , I still go by Jude.”
I look around, searching for I don’t know what, hoping maybe I’ll spot someone to help explain his presence. But, as usual, I’m one of the first in the office, which makes me wonder even more—“What are you doing here?”
A tiny smirk makes the corner of his mouth twitch. “I see Aunt Eddalyn has decided to surprise you.”
“Surprise me?”
“Surprise the office . I’ve been transferred.”
In the blink of an eye, my memory is filled with every moment I’ve ever shared with Judah, followed by every moment I’ve ever spent in the presence of both Judah and Roman.
Suddenly, Monday doesn’t feel so good anymore.
She smells positively fuckable.
For a second, I allow my thoughts to drift back to the moment she almost crashed into me this morning. I remember the way her green eyes widened in surprise at the sight of me. I remember the feel of her feminine frame beneath my hands.
And her perfume…
She’s different.
I’ve seen what lies hidden beneath the layers of fabric that adorns her body now; and yet, in her black suit pants, her fitted striped top—clinging to her perfectly round breasts—underneath her wool sweater, I have to concentrate to keep my dick in check. Scantily clad or professionally covered, she’s still unbearably enticing.
But the difference is not found in her attire. Here, now, as we sit in a room full of our colleagues, I don’t see the woman from the gala. Across the table, the ring on her finger is somehow easier for me to overlook than it was the other night, when she was in the arms of another man. Here, now, she is simply a woman—breathtaking in every way.
Yet, the difference lies deeper still. I cannot take my eyes off of her. When she speaks, I know that I am listening to a woman of worth; a woman of taste; a woman of intelligence; a woman who knows beauty intimately and understands and appreciates the significance of what it is that we do here.
She has grown since I last saw her. If it is possible, she is even more exquisite than I remember. With every breath I take, I am consumed with an undeniable desire for more . It is as if time has done nothing to dull what I once craved. If she was a challenge before, she is an obstacle now.
By rule, not by chance or circumstance, but by rule —I do not allow women to tell me no. I am not one to be manipulated or used, for I am not weak—neither my body, nor my mind. I am the master of my fate, unwilling to surrender my control into the hands of anyone . By all intents and purposes, the ring on her finger makes Logan off limits.
I’ve fucked the matrimonial whore before and to call
Roman chuckles before he kisses the tip of my nose and pulls out of me. “Yes. You love your job. You’re pretty good at it, too.”
“I am, aren’t I?” I say with a grin.
He sits up and pinches my side, eliciting a giggle as I squirm. “Get up. Get showered. I’ll make you a cappuccino.”
With the promise of caffeine, I’m up. An hour later, I’m kissing my husband goodbye, with a promise to call as soon as I reach the office.
So protective, my husband. Even a little snow gets him worked up and worried.
My ride to work is uneventful, as I assured Roman it would be. As I walk into the office, my focus directed to the screen in my hands while I pull up my phone app, I’m startled when a pair of hands grip my shoulders, holding me at arm’s length.
My eyes meet his chest first. Somehow I know, even after over a year’s time, I know who this chest belongs to. I gasp when my eyes shoot up to meet his dark gray ones.
“You should really watch where you’re going, Miss Schwartz,” he speaks, his eyes boring into mine.
At first, I’m so surprised to see him that I forget to reply. Then, I replay his words and I step out of his grasp. “ Mrs. ,” I inform him. “I’m Mrs. Holloway now. But—I still go by Logan.”
“Well, Logan , I still go by Jude.”
I look around, searching for I don’t know what, hoping maybe I’ll spot someone to help explain his presence. But, as usual, I’m one of the first in the office, which makes me wonder even more—“What are you doing here?”
A tiny smirk makes the corner of his mouth twitch. “I see Aunt Eddalyn has decided to surprise you.”
“Surprise me?”
“Surprise the office . I’ve been transferred.”
In the blink of an eye, my memory is filled with every moment I’ve ever shared with Judah, followed by every moment I’ve ever spent in the presence of both Judah and Roman.
Suddenly, Monday doesn’t feel so good anymore.
She smells positively fuckable.
For a second, I allow my thoughts to drift back to the moment she almost crashed into me this morning. I remember the way her green eyes widened in surprise at the sight of me. I remember the feel of her feminine frame beneath my hands.
And her perfume…
She’s different.
I’ve seen what lies hidden beneath the layers of fabric that adorns her body now; and yet, in her black suit pants, her fitted striped top—clinging to her perfectly round breasts—underneath her wool sweater, I have to concentrate to keep my dick in check. Scantily clad or professionally covered, she’s still unbearably enticing.
But the difference is not found in her attire. Here, now, as we sit in a room full of our colleagues, I don’t see the woman from the gala. Across the table, the ring on her finger is somehow easier for me to overlook than it was the other night, when she was in the arms of another man. Here, now, she is simply a woman—breathtaking in every way.
Yet, the difference lies deeper still. I cannot take my eyes off of her. When she speaks, I know that I am listening to a woman of worth; a woman of taste; a woman of intelligence; a woman who knows beauty intimately and understands and appreciates the significance of what it is that we do here.
She has grown since I last saw her. If it is possible, she is even more exquisite than I remember. With every breath I take, I am consumed with an undeniable desire for more . It is as if time has done nothing to dull what I once craved. If she was a challenge before, she is an obstacle now.
By rule, not by chance or circumstance, but by rule —I do not allow women to tell me no. I am not one to be manipulated or used, for I am not weak—neither my body, nor my mind. I am the master of my fate, unwilling to surrender my control into the hands of anyone . By all intents and purposes, the ring on her finger makes Logan off limits.
I’ve fucked the matrimonial whore before and to call
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