Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(46)

Tomorrow, he’d find out if Blythe knew anything about what had been loaded into her storage room. He hoped to hell not. He’d been relieved Mona wasn’t doing late-night hand jobs. He liked how she looked out for Samantha, worried that she was trying too hard to change herself. Mona was right. There was nothing wrong with Samantha except her naiveté about the company she kept.

He wanted Blythe to be clean, too.

Along with Samantha, always Samantha, with her romantic views and her earnest attitude. The bookkeeper was due in the morning. He had to do everything in his power to verify whether or not the guy was legit.

The studio is prime. Darien had declared it so, so there had to be something going on at Bedroom Eyes. What the hell was it?





10




“SEEMS TO ME A MAN SHOULD find out what his lady likes and give it to her. Batteries not required,” Rick drawls, standing between Donna Dominatrix and Nancy Open Nipples, tugging on the satin strings of the robe Samantha is wearing. They are alone in the window in the golden glow of the security lights and beneath the robe she is naked and aching for Rick’s touch.

“What I want is you,” she breathes and deliberately pulls down his zipper. His pants disappear and his arousal juts, proud and promising, and he steps close enough to trace each nipple with first his fingers, then his tongue. She writhes against the velvet length of him.

“Taste me,” she commands, taking on the style of the stern mannequin in black leather behind Rick. He drops to his knees, holding her gaze the entire time, then finds her with his skillful tongue, gripping her hips, keeping her in place while she squirms and squirms and cries out and…

Samantha opened her eyes from another incredibly realistic dream starring Rick. It was so real that she patted the bed just to be sure he wasn’t there beside her.

Nope. Just her, all alone, sweaty and unsatisfied, in her big empty bed. For two nights since the tiger-chaise incident, Rick had been the star of her sex dreams.

He appeared in her waking fantasies, too, especially her favorite, the velvet-tie seduction, where he teased her past endurance, while she twisted against the soft restraint, begging for mercy, begging for more.

Waking and sleeping, Rick haunted her. It was pure torture and she had to stop it somehow. But how?

Gritty-eyed and exhausted, she got up and set about getting ready for work. Pulling into the Mirror, Mirror lot early, she was surprised to see Rick’s Jeep already there.

“Hey,” she said, when she found him inside. “You’re early.”

“I had a bad night.”

“Me, too.” Maybe for the same reason.

He looked more exhausted than she did, his eyes bloodshot, a streak of shaving soap under one ear. Now that she thought about it, he’d been rumpled yesterday, too, and she noticed that he wore the same cargo pants as the day before.

“Neighbors had a noisy party,” he said.

“Oh.” So it wasn’t horny dreams about her. “You’ve got a little…” She leaned closer and wiped off the streak of cream.

“Thanks.” She could tell he didn’t want her to move away. His gaze took her in like sustenance, like air or food or water.

She rubbed her fingers together and smelled the shaving soap. “Mmm. Lime and spice.”

“Yeah?”

“Reminds me of you.”

“Oh.” Then they just stood there. This happened all the time. It was as if they kept getting snagged in each other’s gravity. Every brush of arm or leg, every glance or word drew them together, hovering and circling like friendly planets.

It was killing her. Night and day, he was in her mind. Why did they have to suffer? Couldn’t Rick afford a little side trip on the way to a wife?

“So, Lester Tabor is due at nine?” he asked. “Does he come into your office or work at the front desk?”

“In the office, but he won’t bother us. I need to put the finishing touches on my proposal for Wendy. We’re meeting her at eleven.”

“Then I’ll keep on eye on him for you.”

“On Lester? He can handle my books in his sleep.”

“You have to watch people who deal with your money, Samantha.”

“You are too suspicious, Rick.” He didn’t crack a smile. “And don’t be so deadly serious all the time. Relax. You’re doing a good job for me.”

That didn’t seem to make him any happier. In fact, he looked positively grim.

“Maybe you need a nap,” she said. “You look grouchy.”

“Sorry.” He forced a smile and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’ll try to cheer up.”

“I’m heading over to get Mona’s coupon for the wedding package. If I’m not back before Lester gets here, introduce yourself. Just don’t grill the poor man.”