All Chapters of Mine Alone: you belong to me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nick felt something was pressing down on his chest. Abbey had a boyfriend? And it was this idiot?The man, Tarken, was dressed in casual but expensive pants and a Ralph Lauren shirt; his hair tousled in an overly styled boy-band way. He supposed many women would consider him a good-looking man with his dark blonde hair and square jaw. He definitely didn’t look like a pimp. Not that Nick knew what a pimp looked like. Maybe he really was her boyfriend."You are not my boyfriend!" said Abbey, her eyes spitting blue sparks in Tarken’s direction. "You seem to have forgotten that I found you kissing Melinda yesterday. She told me you’d slept together while I was away. And I seem to recall telling you that we were through when I handed in my resignation."Even in the dark restaurant, Nick could see Tarken’s face had flushed."I think you should leave," said Nick quietly, deliberately. Damn, he couldn’t get up. He needed a distraction. "Waiter!"The waiter was immediately at his side."This m

"Yes. I do want to."She pulled Damien to her and kissed him. Her hands descended to his trousers and she tugged them down, then his shorts, so she could gaze at him unhindered. His florid erection was beating strongly in anticipation.She touched it and he drew away, just out of her reach."Not yet," he rasped.She looked into his eyes and felt something pass between them—something that simmered in the heat. Something intense.He tenderly stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and reveled in his soft, sure touch. The movement was so delicate, so sweet. Almost loving.Damien lifted Abbey off the couch, unzipped her skirt, and pulled it down over her legs and ankles. He sat back on his haunches beside the couch and let out a sigh as he gazed at her body."You’re fabulous, Abbey." He stroked her calf, her thigh, brushed her moist lips with a teasing finger. "So beautiful," he whispered.Abbey’s breathing turned heavy as that hand delicately explored and teased. A few more strokes and sh

Abbey sat in the swivel chair behind Lucy's desk, staring blankly out the window at the rundown warehouse next door, while her friend studied a roll of film negatives."This is really hot," Lucy said, a smile in her voice. "We could put this stuff up on the Web and make a fortune at a dollar a peep.""Very funny." Abbey sighed and passed a hand over her face. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. She’d had zero sleep, it was hot, and Lucy's office was stifling with only a noisy old fan to circulate the stuffy air.Lucy sat on the edge of the desk, her face suddenly turning serious."Look, Abbey, don't get upset over what this guy said. It was bound to happen considering the circumstances. He's a jerk and you're not a hooker. Forget about it. He's not worth it.""Easier said than done. It's not everyday I get accused of being a prostitute." Abbey still couldn't believe Damien had actually had the nerve to offer her money after what they'd shared. Is that what the sex had meant to him? I

But it still didn't add up. And it begged the question—how many other men had she been giving free "massages" to when the moment had just overcome her? Nick didn't want to think about that.He nodded as the bald director ran through the configuration of their network and other dry details that Nick knew he should be listening to. The thought of Abbey coming back again, tonight, wanting him again, needing to make love to him like he needed to make love to her, was consuming him.But it wouldn't happen. He'd insulted her. She hated him. No, Abbey wasn't coming back. He'd never see her again, of that he was sure. His gut tightened.Maybe he could just hang around in the foyer until she appeared for work.Nick shook his head. This was ridiculous. Her story was most likely a lie. And if she wasn't prepared to tell him last night who or what she was, then he didn't want to see her again.No one lies to Nick Delaware, and no one makes a fool of him.Abbey had done both.Nick sighed and wonde

Abbey's pulse quickened. He wouldn't. Would he?The further away from the beach they got and the higher the water rose, the more she thought he actually meant what he said.By the time the water covered her breasts, they were almost alone, although it still wasn't overly private. Damien kept wading, holding her hand beneath the water."You're not kidding, are you?"He turned, stopped, and picked her up. He glanced around."Just a little further. But it'll probably be over your head." He glanced down at her and grinned. "Hold on."Abbey had no intention of letting go. Not with the muscles in his arms and chest flexing against her breasts. His body was fabulous beneath her—glistening droplets of water beaded across broad shoulders, the hairs on his chest barely hiding the erect nipples, the hard muscles.She skimmed her fingers across one shoulder, brushing off the drops, touching his warm skin. He felt good. No, he felt fantastic.Her dress floated around her body, revealing everything