Dianne’s cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment.She hadn’t expected that.She became even more flustered when Morgan carefully refolded her plans along the seams she’d made and tucked them into his large carry-case. ‘Next time, you roll them.’"Sorry?" She didn’t have the faintest idea what he was talking about.Next time you create plans, roll them, don’t fold them.’She bit into her bottom lip to stop the smile that was fighting to spread over her face. Morgan was a renowned architect with over twenty years’ experience, and he was complimenting and advising her as if she were, if not an equal, then a promising student.So stunned was she that the rest of the conversation passed her by, right until the moment came for them to leave.While Taylor and Morgan headed outside, she gave the place one last look, imagining how bright and fabulous it would be when the renovations and subsequent decoration were completed. Her heart swelled thinking of the children’s faces when they saw i
Was that really true? All the evidence pointed to her leading a frugal existence without him. And she hadn’t asked for any money for herself.She’d lapsed into silence, her head bowed. Then suddenly, she lifted her chin and stared at him with enough force to keep his focus on her and not the coffee machine.“Marrying you was all wrong,” she said, her eyes wide. You were the shining star, turning the family business from silver into gold—everything you touched turned into gold. Everything I touched turned into rust. I couldn’t compete.’“Our marriage wasn’t a competition.”‘I know, but for me...’“For you, what?” he asked, when her words tailed off.I wasn’t equipped to deal with any of it. I tried. Really, I did, but I knew you wanted perfection. Never mind learning Spanish, you wanted me to speak proper English, to wear the right clothes, to be a wife you could be proud to have on your arm...’He retorted, irked that she could twist things round to make herself seem like some kind of
Heat bubbled deep within her, a sweet yet torturous sensation that begged for attention, and she dragged herself to her knees, taking in every part of him, from his toes to his cropped dark hair, as she unclasped her bra and threw it to one side, not caring where it landed. Then, finally, she pulled her underwear down past her hips, as Taylor’s eyes watched every move she made, his strong throat moving as he swallowed."Lie down," he instructed, his words guttural.She did as she was bid and lay back, posing provocatively for him with one arm hooked over her head, a hand clasping a breast that was practically crying for attention, deliberately encircling a hard nipple.A muted groan came from his throat, and he yanked at his boxers and tugged them down past his muscular thighs, freeing his erection.More moisture filled her, the heated ache in the apex of her thighs now nothing but a mass of sensation begging for his touch.A warning thought rang out, breaking through the haze."I’m n
“What does he want?”‘He’s replying to a message I left for him last week.’ She winced at her slip that she’d been waiting a week to hear back from him and hurriedly added, ‘I wanted to know when he’s free for lunch.’His expression was even. “Are you forgetting our deal? Your place is by my side.”She rolled her eyes. Not for a second. That’s why I suggested he choose a weekend.’‘You’re still by my side at weekends.’"Even prisoners are allowed visitation rights." She took a sip of her coffee.A pulse worked on his jaw."Do you seriously believe you can prevent me from visiting my family?"she asked. "Because that would make you even more hateful."His eyes crinkled at the edges. You didn’t think I was hateful last night when I made you cum with my tongue.’"You’re very talented," she responded sweetly, wishing her face didn’t flush at the memory.Why don’t you sit on my lap and I’ll show you how talented I am with something other than my tongue?’ He placed his chin on his hand and h
Gone is the haute couture. Gone, the immaculately coiffured hair. Gone is the rigid diet. Gone too, were the rock-hard abs she’d developed during their marriage, replaced with the luscious softness he recalled from their early days.When he’d completed his daily two hundred lengths, he hauled himself out of the pool. For once, there were no hunger pangs. Everything felt tight inside him, far too tight to eat.He grabbed his towel and rubbed it over his hair and face. As he towelled the water from his back, Dianne came out into the morning sunshine and walked over to him, her phone in hand.“Have we got anything planned for tomorrow?” she asked, keeping a respectable distance from him, although he noted with some satisfaction that her eyes lingered on his chest for longer than was respectable. All at once, the disquiet within him evaporated. He closed the distance and reached for her hips.“You’ll get me wet,” she scolded, but with definite half-heartedness. After a week of erotic love
A small hand tugged at his arm, and he looked down to see a young boy gazing up at him."This is Damian," Leo said, with a benevolent smile. ‘I think he wants you to watch the show with him.’"I’m not here for the entertainment," Taylor said, intending to add, "I’m here to take Dianne home." But when he opened his mouth to say the words, he caught Damian’s eye and was rewarded with a smile that could melt the entire Arctic Circle.Somehow, Taylor allowed himself to be guided over to the floor by the child who, it was obvious, had Down syndrome. As he looked at the other faces, one thing was abundantly clear—every single one of these children was severely disabled. One other thing was clear, though, too: every single one of these children was enthralled with the performance Dianne was giving them.For a moment, she spotted him, and for a moment she faltered. When the balls fell out of her hand this time, there was nothing feigned about it.A girl who looked to be no more than eight and
Once back in the villa, the sun setting on the horizon, they proceeded for something to eat, wedging themselves on an outside table inches from the pavement.One thing Dianne had always appreciated about Taylor was his lack of snobbery when it came to food. His tastes were refined towards everything else, but he would happily wolf down anything put in front of him. When she’d suggested they eat here rather than the dinning, he’d shrugged his shoulders and agreed.Fancy food was something she’d had to get used to when they’d married, having been raised on a diet that consisted mostly of microwave meals or baked beans on toast. A chocolate bar or ice cream would have been their usual form of dessert.How simple everything was back then. Her mum had been young and naive but incredibly hardworking. She’d held down two jobs for as long as Dianne could remember but had always made sure she was home to have dinner with her only child. Half the time, she was unaware her daughter had skived of
He knew the answer even as her eyes shot back up at him and her cheeks tightened in on themselves. "No! I wanted to help. Solace daycare center has no assets and no back-up capital. I thought I had enough money left to pay for it all. All I could think was, let’s get this done, but I had it in my head that once it was completed I would get some kind of charity established and hand it all over so the center would always be guaranteed a home.’All along he’d made assumptions, but if his assumption that Charley was a gold-digger had been wrong—and today had only confirmed what his senses had been trying to tell him for weeks—what else was he wrong about?He reflected on all the lengths he'd gone to throughout his childhood and adolescence to impress his father, working so hard on his studies, often studying until the early hours, regularly declining invitations that took him away from his books, determined to be the top-ranked student in his private school. He’d succeeded in that aim, le