Lush Curves (Dangerous Curves 8) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Two weeks later “So, how was moving-in day?” Sam asked Annie as he scooped vanilla ice cream on top of her warm toffee cake. “Besides totally worrying, I mean. Obviously.”Annie laughed, accepted the dessert plate. “You know… I think I may have been worrying about things too much. Maybe even overreacting a tad.”“No!” Sam gave her an exaggerated, wide-eyed stare. “Not you!”“Yes!” she rejoined, mimicking his faux-stunned look. “Yes, me!”“Do tell.” He sat down next to her on the sofa, positioned himself to give her his full attention. “They looked happy to be living together?”“Well… they were a bit freaked out at first about all the mess and confusion. The boxes thrown everywhere and towering piles of stuff really challenged their need for organization and order, you know? Noah especially needs for things to be ‘in their place’, can’t move ‘em so much as an inch because he notices and gets all fidgety about it, so having his belongings all shoved to the side or put on a whole differ

He knotted her hair in his fist, and pulled her head up to his lips. She whimpered at the dominance of what he was doing, her whole body responding to him as he just took total command. She was losing all ability to think, and she loved it.He pulled her head away and she opened her eyes to meet his.“I am going to make it good for you, Annie. I’m going to make you feel so cherished and special... like the princess that you are.”He ran his other hand down her body. It trailed around her breasts, just grazing the nipples, then down her stomach. Lower. His thumb slid across her pussy and she gave a cry.“Easy, honey,” he whispered. “We’re just warming up.”He ran his finger between her legs now, up and down between her lips. She was moving against his hand, trying to get him to touch her clit, but he was playing with her. His fingers circled her sweet bud, closer and harder, but never quite touching it. “Oh, Sam. Please.”“Please what?”“Please touch me…”He grazed her clit, and she s

"Annie?""Yes, Sam?""Would you like a glass of water?""Oh, yes. Yes, please. But let me get it, OK?""You sure?""Mmm-hmmm." She slid her legs off the bed, carefully got to her feet, making sure that her legs could hold her up. "I need to go the bathroom for a minute, anyway. I'm... uh... a bit messy.""You don't say?"She flashed him a saucy look. "You didn't notice?""Maybe a bit."She laughed, wrapped a sheet around her lush curves, then disappeared. Sam took advantage of these few minutes to get rid of the condom – always such an awkward little moment – and he was still standing there when Annie returned carrying two glasses of cool water.He took one from her, took a few deep gulps. "Thanks.""Sure. It's my job.""So." Sam set his glass on the bedside table, took hers too. "Did you clean up the mess?""Yes.""Did you really?""Yes." She grinned. "You want to check?""Hmmm. I think that's a great idea, honey.""Me too."He unwrapped the sheet from around her, and she raised her

Annie turned over, wondering if her cheap, crappy bed had sprouted an extra few layers of mattresses and blankets overnight; she felt like she was enveloped in a warm, perfect cocoon. And when had her pillow ever been this deep and soft?She stretched, noticed that her back didn’t do its usual ‘pull and ache’ thing, all because of her sagging mattress, and finally pried her eyes open. She stared around the large, pristine, tasteful bedroom. That was when the penny finally dropped.“Oh, dear Lord.” She flew to a sitting position, already flushed with awkward desire and memory. “Oh, my God.”“Yeah, you said that a lot last night, honey, and I loved hearing it every single time. Especially when you moaned it in my ear.” Sam was standing there holding a loaded breakfast tray, and contemplating her naked breasts. She flushed deeper, snatched the sheet up to cover herself. “Actually… no. I take that back. My favorite was when you screamed it. You’ve got quite the set of lungs, baby.”“Oh, m

“In a public issue divorce, you don’t have to. If he announced his intention, and you didn’t see it in the paper and didn't go after him, then it’s possible that he divorced you without you even knowing.”Annie stared at him. “So – you mean – I might be –”“Single.”“But… how do I find out?”“There have to be ways,” Sam said. “I don’t know what they are, but there has to be some kind of database by state about public divorces.”“So… what? I go through these databases state by state, maybe find one where he filed?”“I’d look outside Colorado,” Sam said. “Chances are, if he was still in the state, then a lawyer would have had no trouble finding you. Cross state lines, and things get way more complicated.”“Sure. Right.” Annie was stunned. “Yeah.”“You OK?”“Yes. I mean – yes. I just – I didn’t think it was possible without finding him.”“Is this something that you’d consider?” Sam asked carefully. “Getting divorced?”“God, yes.” She was adamant and strong. “I’d do anything to be totally