Page 12 of The Naughty One
Romy rolled onto her back, hitching a leg over his body. Her lips crushed against his as he buried his rock-hard cock deep into her, and he heard her moan of pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of this woman; she was so soft, her skin silky, the color of milky coffee. The way she looked up at him with those dark chocolateeyes…
He found his rhythm, moving in and out of her, feeling her sweet cunt contract around his cock, loving the way her breasts and belly undulated with the movement. He’d never been one for skinny girls and Romy had the kind of curvaceous body men salivated over. He’d wanted her the moment he saw her, and he hadn’t felt that way in a longtime.
Blue was aware that his physical attributes meant people thought he was a man whore, and he himself had done nothing to dissuade that image but the truth was … he was careful with his heart. So many women wanted him to look good on their arm, or wanted his cachet as a superstar surgeon to show off. Very few wanted Blue for who he really was underneath the movie-star looks, a funny, unabashed geek, who just wanted to find someone to laughwith.
And very quickly after she’d arrived in Seattle, Romy had shown herself to be just that woman. That they would soon be related by marriage and be siblings, well, they’d have to deal with thatlater.
For now, all he wanted to do was make love to her. He stroked the hair back from her face as they moved together, marveling at the beautiful flush in her face as she came, trembling and sighing his name. They smiled at each other as they caught theirbreath.
“I’ve never had sex this good,” Roy said, stretching her limbs and then curling intohim.
For a long moment, Blue stared at her. “I wish we could go public,” he said regretfully. “I want to tell the world about this brilliant, beautiful woman who somehow wantsme.”
Romy laughed. “First, thank you for complimenting my intellect first; you get extra points for that. Second, you know you could have any woman you wanted, Blue Allende. Don’t be modest. You know it’s thetruth.”
“It’s the accent,” he said playfully before letting loose with a string of Italian. “Ho incontrato la ragazza più gloriosa e voglio portarla in tutte le mie parti preferite d’Italia e farle vedere da dovevengo.”
“Holy crap, that’s unfairly hot!” Romy exclaimed, kissing himhungrily.
“Ah, a weakness,” he teased, tickling her ribs and enjoying her writhing againsthim.
“Mmm,yeah.Now … what did you say? There was something about a ho and gloriousravioli?”
Blue grinned. “I just said I met the most glorious girl, and I want to take her to all my favorite parts of Italy and show her where I camefrom.”
“Wow. Wheredidyou come from?” she wondered. “I mean, I know Stuart had an affair with your mom …” she trailed off, apparently realizing that wasn’t the hottest of pillow talkconversations.
“He did,” Blue nodded, long ago having come to terms with that aspect of his DNA. “Technically he was—and regretfully still is—married to Hilary.” Just mentioning her name made his gut tense for reasons no one knew but him. “But the marriage has been over for years. Mom was a widow; her husband was killed in a car wreck three years after they married, and she was in mourning for years. Stuart went to Rome for a conference, met my mother, and it was, according to her, like athunderbolt.”
Blue rolled over onto his back and gathered Romy back into him, enjoyed her pressed tight against his chest. “I was conceived on that first meeting, accidentally, of course, and my mom even gave Stuart an out, said she would raise me alone. Stuart was a stand-up guy. He and my mother … their chemistry was plain to see even when I was a kid, so when my mom died, Stuart didn’t hesitate to bring me to theStates.”
“That makes me very happy to hear,” Romy nodded. “Not the affair, obviously, but it doesn’t seem like he’ll break my mom’sheart.”
“No,” Blue assured her. “He will not, Romy. He made mistakes, yes, but he is a genuinely goodman.”
Romy’s face clouded. “What is your stepmotherlike?”
“Hilary?” Blue gave a humorless laugh, feeling that wrench again. “Hilary Eames is an unremittingly vile piece of crap. Sorry if that sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. She treated—and continues to treat—my dad as an ATM machine, but gives the world the impression she’s a God-fearing charitable Christian woman. Ugh. That woman has never believed in anything in herlife.”
“She’s thatbad?”
Blue nodded. “Thankfully, Dad saw the light and filed for divorce, but it hasn’t stopped her from trying to control him. And Dad’s so desperate for the divorce to be final, he gives in on everything. She’s bleeding him dry. I haven’t met your mom yet, Romy, but I would warn her …” he looked at her intensely, willing her to feel the depth of his warning, “don’t let Hilary in, even an inch. She’s like a cancer, and I haven’t even told you the half ofit.”
Romy propped herself up on her elbow and studied him. “She won’t get a chance, I promise. No one messes with my mom—they have to get past me and my sisters and we can throw down, I tellyou.”
Blue smiled fondly at her. “I bet you can. I really look forward to meeting Magda. She’s made my dad happy, and I owe her everything forthat.”
“Thanksgiving.”
There was a tiny pause before he nodded at the invitation. “Thanksgiving. Yes.” He bent his head to kiss her. “Now, Romy, be a good girl and lie back for me … I’m going to kiss every inch of your spectacularbody.”
Soon, he was hooking her legs over his shoulder and burying his face in her sex. She tasted so good to him, the crimson blush of her swollen cunt so beautiful as his tongue teased and tormented her hardening clit until she was bucking, and coming. He gave her no time to recover before he plunged his cock deep into her and fucked her mercilessly until she was crying with ecstasy, arching her back and pleading with him to never, neverstop.
Artemis Sasse droveinto the city to do some early Christmas shopping. Her partner, Glen, had called her to say he would be late home and Artemis was enjoying the time alone. She and Glen had not been getting along too well lately, and she knew in her heart that it was over. Still, the thought depressed her. She and Glen had been together since high school, nearly twenty years, and the thought that they would not be in each other’s lives much longer was a deep sadness within her. It turned out that it was true, the whole thing about people outgrowing one another. He’d grown one way and she’d grown the other. There was no longer any chance of them meeting in the middle, though they’d tried for a longtime.
At thirty-six, Arti had worked her way up in the otherwise male-dominated faculty and was now a tenured professor at the university. There was something missing though, something that wasn’t satisfying her in her life, but she couldn’t figure out what. She loved her family—she was close to both her sisters and her mother—she had great friends, and yet…
Something had been bugging at her for a few weeks now, and she couldn’t quite reconcile it with her stoic and practical nature. It was Romy, she realized. She felt her middle sister was heading towards trouble and she couldn’t figure out why she felt like that. Certainly, Romy was fitting in well at the hospital, or so she said, and she was happy in her small apartment, but Artemis couldn’t help feeling scared for hersister.
