A Little Harmless Fantasy(48)

“You need to come now. Do it for me, love.”

He ratcheted the speed to the highest level and it sent her over the edge.

“Oh, Rory, yes. Oh God.”

She screamed his name over and over, her body convulsing with the orgasm. He turned down the egg and just as she was coming down, he turned it on high again.

“Oh, Rory…Fuck.”

She came again, and he went with her, thrusting one last time. Moments later, he leaned over her and kissed her neck.

“You are fantastic, love.”

“Why thank you, sir,” she said with a smile in her voice.

* * * *

Zeke hung up the phone.

“So, I take it they are just getting out of bed?” Conner asked. Zeke glanced at him and wondered at the question, but Conner was studying his laptop screen.

“Yeah, I guess those two get along in the mornings.” He was pretty sure they got along a little more than just not being morning people. But Conner wasn’t ready to hear that. “They’re going to head down to the swap meet today.”

He nodded as he punched a few keys. “She isn’t having a problem with you two, is she?”

Jillian choked on her coffee but Conner didn’t notice. It took her a few moments to compose herself but she looked everywhere in the room but at him. Zeke had a feeling Maura told Jillian. What was he thinking? Of course she did. They were best friends.

“No. I think you’re worrying just a little too much about her. Maura’s doing fine.”

Conner turned his head and gave him a narrowed look. “Are you telling me the truth, or what she told you to tell me?”

“I hate to tell you this, but we don’t sit around the office talking about a ways to hide things from you. We’re sort of running the Miami office and shit.”

Conner’s frown turned darker. “I shouldn’t have left it up to her. She’s taking on too much.”

“Hey, whoa, take a step back there, Saint Conner. She’s handling everything just fine. And she has me and Jennifer to help her. It’s not like she’s fifteen. She’s an adult who can deal with shit. Let it go.”

“You’ll call if she starts to drown?”

“No.”

“What?”

“I won’t because it isn’t going to happen. Why do you have such little faith in her?”

Conner’s mouth opened then closed. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“If you had hired a woman with her background, you wouldn’t think about leaving her in charge of the office. Hell, you would expect her to contact you. But for some reason, you doubt her at every turn. Why is that?”

“Because she’s my sister.”

“Which means that you should have more faith in her than you have in strangers, but you don’t. Do you know what that does to her?”

Conner said nothing.

“I’ll tell you. It makes her second guess everything she does. Ask Jillian. I bet she’d tell you the same thing. Have some faith in the fact that I’m there to catch her if she falls. And have more faith in the fact it would take a lot of shit to make her fall.”





He didn’t realize he had been yelling until he stopped talking. The room was deathly silent.

“I need a break.”

And with that, he strode out of the room, down the steps and out onto the beach. He didn’t have shoes on, so he walked across the hot sand. He found an empty spot and plopped down.

Fuck, what was he thinking? Maura didn’t want her brother to know what was going on, but there was something in the way Conner had talked about her that pissed him off. Conner had been more father than brother for so long, he couldn’t step back and see the amazing woman she had become. And, the way he yelled at his best friend hadn’t been smart. He might as well write I love Maura across his forehead.

“So, I take it you didn’t plan on yelling at Conner?” Jillian said from behind him. He glanced back her and he could feel his face heat. Dammit, he had acted like a fool in front of Jillian. Great.

“No.” He looked back out at the ocean. “I guess I shouldn’t have done that in front of you. Hell, I shouldn’t have done it at all.”

She said nothing as she walked up and sat next to him, crossed legged.

“No, I think it’s good that he hears it from someone other than me.”

“You said the same thing?”

He sensed her shrug. “He has the problem of still looking at her like she’s still that scared teenager trying to deal with the loss of both parents.”

“Yeah.”

“You know, I said things kind of similar when she was in college with me.”

“Yeah?”

“Conner hadn’t prepared her for sex. I did.”