Page 29 of The Naughty One
Romy shook her head. “He could be anywhere,Mac.”
“Except here. We have his picture up at every entrance, all the security team has been advised to look out, all the receptionstaff.”
“I know, and I’m grateful. Thanks,Mac.”
He finished treating her finger. “You deserve happy, Romy. We can all see that you and Blue make each other happy. Live that, not thepast.”
Romy hugged her friend. “Thanks,Mac.”
Romy wentto find Blue afterward, eager to see him and kiss him but as she approached his office door, she could hear him arguing. “No … no way. I do not want to see you or talk to you. Why can’t you get that into yourhead?”
Romy stopped, listening but she couldn’t hear anyone replying. It must be a phone call. Feeling guilty, she hovered just outside the door. She heard him sigh. “Look, I don’t know why you’re bringing this up now. Perhaps you heard I’m in love with someone else? I thought so. Keep your less-than-subtle threats and go fuck yourself.” She heard him slam the phone down and mutter to himself. Romy waited a beat then knocked at hisdoor.
Blue looked up and for a second, his face was stormy, dark, beautiful—and terrifying. When he realized who it was, the storm cleared and he grinned at her. “Why are youknocking, baby? Comehere.”
Romy went into his arms and he kissed her tenderly, his eyes never leaving hers. “God, I love you,woman.”
Romy chuckled. “Right back at you. I just came to see the schedule of surgeries—and to kiss your face off, ofcourse.
“Of course.” He pulled her onto his lap and reached for the schedule. “Light, today, unless we get any emergencies.” He stroked her hair back from her face. “After the lap, you could duck out and go Christmas shopping if you want. I’llcover.”
“Nah. That’s what Amazon.com is for.” Romy leaned her cheek against his and closed her eyes. She was so curious as to who he had been talking to, but couldn’t bring herself to ask. “I did some serious shopping at lunch. Speaking of which … I have no idea what to getyou.”
“All I need is you, baby.” Blue kissed her. “If I have you, I haveeverything.”
Romy grinned. “Mushy. Okay, so I’ll ask yourdad.”
“Like he’ll know. Honestly, Romy, I don’t need anything.” He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. “How about this? Instead of exchanging gifts, we go away together afterChristmas.”
Romy smiled. “Is this you trying to get me out of Seattleagain?”
“A little,” Blue admitted with a wry smile. “But also, I keep dreaming of us in a rustic Italian villa, making love in the olive groves. My fantasy is you in a summer dress, no underwear, and me fucking you against a cypress tree, my cock buried deep in your silky cunt, my fingers stroking your clit, my tongue in yourmouth…”
Romy, turned on, groaned. “God,Blue…”
Grinning wickedly, he snaked his hand into her top, pulling it down over one breast, sliding the lacy cup of her bra down and taking her nipple into his mouth. His other hand slid slowly up her thigh, under her skirt, caressing her through her increasingly damp panties, then slipping underneath to stroke her clit. “I’ll fuck you so hard that the whole of Tuscany will hear you come, beautifulgirl.”
Romy buried her head in his neck. “Blue … God, I’m so wet foryou.”
In a flash he had swept her onto the couch, locked the door, and flicked the light off. The whole back wall of his office was glass and Romy glanced quickly to see if anyone could see in. Blue grinned down at her as he unzipped his pants and tugged her underwear off. “Maybe we’ll get caught,baby.”
His smile, his words, sent a thrill through her and he plunged his ramrod-hard cock into her and they fucked deliriously, not caring if they were caught. Romy sighed as she came, feeling him pumping his seed deep inside her. “God, we’re such a pair of sexfiends.”
Blue chuckled. “Yes, weare.”
Laughing and talking, they tidied themselves up and went back to work. The routine laparotomy went easily and afterwards, Blue took Romy out todinner.
Romy didn’t knowwhen she started to feel uneasy, but in the car on the way home, she kept looking behind them, as if she had seen something. Blue frowned at her. “You okay,baby?”
Romy nodded, but her chest was tight. “I don’t know why but I feel like … someone was watchingus.”
“In myoffice?”
She shook her head. “No, at the restaurant. I went to the bathroom, and I could have sworn … no, never mind. I’m just being paranoid.” She glanced behind themagain.
Blue looked in the rearview mirror. “Sweetheart, if your instincts are telling you something, we should listen to them. Do you think we’re beingfollowed?”
Romy didn’t want to sound insane but Blue’s expression was serious. “It’s crazy, but yes. There’s a dark sedan that’s been following us all the way from therestaurant.”
