Page 14 of The Naughty One
“About to work for a charitable foundation in NewOrleans.”
“Man, the Sasse sisters donegood.”
Artemis smiled. “We’re doingokay.”
Dan glanced at his watch. “Listen, Missy, I hate to cut and run but I have a meeting in town —don’t suppose you’d like to make this a regular thing? Meeting up for coffee? Tavia’s always telling me to slow down, take some time to chill, and I’d like to see youagain.”
“I’d love to … here.” She pulled a business card out of her pocket, a little worse for wear. “It has my cell phone number on it. Call anytime. It was really great to seeyou.”
Dan bent down and kissed her cheek. “Soon,yeah?”
“Soon.”
Artemis felt absurdly cheeredas she walked back to her car.A new friend,she thought to herself,a new friend that’s an old friend. She pushed away any thoughts of anything beyond friendship, although she kept rerunning Dan calling her ‘Missy’—she’d forgotten that was his name for her back in highschool.
When she got home, Glen was in a cheerful mood, and they enjoyed a pleasant meal together for the first time in a longtime.
When Glen had gone to bed in his own room, where he’d moved a long time back, Artemis checked her phone to see Dan had already sent her a text message, a photograph of him and his daughter giving her the thumbs up. Sweet andfunny.
She went to bed with a huge smile on herface.
From another coffeehouse across the street, Dacre Mortimer had watched his ex-wife’s sister chatting with the tall man. He knew Artemis wouldn’t hesitate to call the cops on him if she saw him, and he couldn’t risk being caught, not while Romy was still out there in the world, alive. He didn’t much care what happened to him after she was dead, but for now, he had a job todo.
Find Romy. Find his beautiful, sexy, love-of-his-life, ex-wifeRomy.
And killher.
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PartTwo
Chapter6
“Dr. Allende,can I see you about a consult,please?”
Romy hid her grin as Blue looked up from his paperwork and his eyes twinkled at her. “Of course, Dr. Sasse. Whereto?”
In less than a minute, they had locked themselves into a supply closet on the quietest floor in the hospital. Blue’s lips were against hers, his hands hitching up her skirt as she freed his cock from his pants. He lifted her easily, his strong arms supporting her as she guided his cock inside her. They fucked hard but silently, their eyes locked on the others, their mouths hungrily seeking theother’s.
“God, you’re amazing.” Romy moaned, burying her face in his shoulder to muffle her cry ofrelease.
Blue groaned as he came, panting for air, kissing her so furiously he tasted blood. “You think everyone knows aboutus?”
“I’ve been careful … but we really shouldstop doing this … God, Blue, that isnotwhat I meant by stop, youlunatic.”
He was stroking her clit now, relentless until she shivered through another orgasm. “I’m addicted to watching you come,” he murmured, his lips against hers, “Your skin flushes such a beautiful color when I’m fucking you. My cock in your cunt is all I think about all day, all night, and the way you squeeze my dick when I’m insideyou.”
“God,Blue!”Romy’s head rolled back as she came again, his dirty talk making her wet and shivery and weak. Blue, grinning, triumphant, thrust his rampant cock back into her and Romy almost screamed withpleasure.
Finally, as they caught their breath, Romy, laughed and shook her head at him. “You are a machine,Allende.”
“Love machine.” He gave her the finger pistols and shechuckled.
“And you are so cheesy, so, socheesy.”
He kissed her, then helped her straighten her clothes. “Listen, I was thinking … we should talk about birthcontrol.”
“How to Kill a Mood in Ten Secondsby Dr. Blue Allende.” But she grinned at him. “What are youthinking?”
