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Authors: Natasha Walker

Distractions

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About the Book

The continuing adventures of Emma! A series of erotic novels that tap into our deepest romantic fantasies …

After a steamy affair with her young neighbour, Emma Benson flees to her friend Sally’s beach house to recharge her emotional batteries. Her marriage to David has been going through a testing time, but now she’s determined to be the wife he would like her to be.

If only it was that easy.

How do you tame a woman who’s brimming with uninhibited sensual desires, a woman for whom pleasure is the ultimate goal in life?

Sally’s beach house is the perfect place to relax and reconnect with a secret relationship Emma had thought had ended years before.

But then the arrival of David at the beach house reignites her fantasies – and offers her a temptation she can’t help acting upon.

CONTENTS

COVER

ABOUT THE BOOK

TITLE PAGE

DEDICATION

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ALSO BY NATASHA WALKER

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

MORE AT RANDOM HOUSE AUSTRALIA

Dedicated to my best friend,
lover and muse

ONE

‘I just had to get away, David. No, there was no reason. No, it wasn’t anything you did. It was spur of the moment. We just thought it would be fun. Well, you’re playing golf all day tomorrow. I know. I know. No, I didn’t think you’d mind. It’s just for the week. I
will
do my uni assignments. Up here is better. There are too many distractions at home. Yes, that includes you. You’re a distraction. I need to get the reading done. Sally will probably lie in the sun all day. You’re not angry with me, are you? Good. I just like to keep you on your toes. To keep you hungry. You want me now,
don’t you? But you can’t have me. Well, come up next Friday. Can you wait that long? No? Good. OK. Bye-bye, baby. I love you.’

Emma ended the call. She stood at the open balcony door, a glass of white wine in her hand, and tossed the phone across the room onto the couch.

‘He took that well,’ she said to Sally, before noticing she was bustling about in the kitchen with her back to her. Her friend turned around, eyebrows raised, when Emma spoke. Sally was speaking on her mobile, which she’d tucked between her ear and shoulder.

Emma shook her head and mouthed, ‘Doesn’t matter,’ and the clatter of pots, the jingle of the fridge door laden with wine bottles being opened and closed, began again.

She turned back to the balcony and listened to the ocean’s unvarying roar and the occasional distant boom. The night was darker than Emma had ever remembered. The ocean haze swallowed everything up. She noticed that the houses to the left and the right were vacant. The holiday season had yet to begin.

She sipped the wine, enjoying its clean taste. Through the door, the beach house was inhaling
a cool fresh sea breeze and exhaling the earthy aroma of garlic. She rubbed her bare feet together. They were still slightly sandy. She’d run onto the beach in the darkness when they first arrived. She had gone down to the water. She hadn’t gone in, it had been freezing but her skin now felt dry and salty. She closed the door and draped one of the throws from the couch over her shoulders.

She remembered how cold it had become at dawn that morning as she lay with Jason under the blankets in her backyard. Was it really
that
morning? It seemed an age ago to her now. Her flesh hadn’t forgotten though. The merest thought of Jason sent heat through her body. The things he had done to her. She hugged herself.

She had to stop this. She had to stop thinking about him.

‘Does Mark want to drive up tonight?’ asked Emma, loudly, breaking into Sally’s conversation.

‘Did you hear?’ asked Sally into the phone. ‘Right. Yes. No.’ She turned to Emma. ‘He says he can’t be arsed. Lovely, thanks, babe. No, I’m sure she understands. We don’t want you up here anyway …’

Emma turned back to the ocean, but her mind had drifted to Jason. To the mini-market. He had
taken her G-string. No, she had
given
it to him. Willingly. A minute or two more and they might have been interrupted by his mother. It was too awful to think of. She’d been right to leave. Things were getting crazy. And Jason, spending time with Jess instead of her. Unforgiveable. Un-for-giveable.

She smiled to herself. She had already forgiven him really. In the car on the drive up, while Sally rattled on about her plans to go into business with a friend who made good money as a decorator, she had run over and over the short time she had spent with Jason. She had absolved him and blamed herself. Her anger had subsided and along with it her reason for leaving Sydney. Then she remembered the marks left by her young lover, the scratches and bruises of ecstasy. David could not be allowed to see them.

‘Dinner’s ready,’ announced Sally, carrying two plates of steaming pasta to the dining table.

A groan escaped her lips as Emma sat down. Her muscles were sorer now than they were when she had woken that morning.

‘What was that?’ asked Sally, smiling. ‘Getting old?’

‘I slept badly last night. My neck hurts a little.’

‘You haven’t been coming to yoga with me, that’s why. If you don’t use it …’

Emma smiled. Oh, I’ve been using it, she thought. She pictured Jason naked, standing over her. She shook the idea away and yawned.

‘Early night for you, then.’

‘Sorry, Sal,’ she said, before lifting a forkful of pasta to her mouth. ‘Mmm, this is really good.’

Sally stared at her, thoughtful, then said, ‘So, are you going to tell me what you and David fought about?’

‘What?’ spluttered Emma, her mouth full.

‘That’s why we’re here, right? You two had a fight?’

Emma shook her head.

‘I had plans this weekend, Em. Mark’s friend is having his fortieth tomorrow night. Mark wasn’t very happy with me.’ Sally waited a moment before asking, ‘So why
are
we here?’

Emma had thought she was going to tell Sally everything. She had almost told her on the way up but something kept her quiet. Now she knew what it was. Sally had retreated into normality. Sally wouldn’t want to know. Not really. That part of Sally’s life was over. Sally was nice now. A good wife.

‘I can’t tell you.’

Her friend was silent. Emma saw the beginnings of a frown forming on her usually trouble-free forehead.


Yet
. I can’t tell you, yet,’ said Emma. What could she tell her? That her eighteen-year-old lover had cheated on her with his teen girlfriend? That she had to leave because she couldn’t allow her husband to see the marks her lover had left on her body? Or, that the life she had been leading had become a farce?

Emma saw the disappointed look on Sally’s face.

‘Maybe tomorrow. I just needed you to get me out of Sydney. And you did. And I love you even more for dropping everything just for me. OK?’

‘You love me?’

‘Always, darling. Always.’

TWO

The next day, after a brunch of fresh fruit, coffee and croissants, the two women continued to sit at the table on the balcony. There had been no rush that morning. They had slept in and taken their time getting up and ready. It was now eleven. A huge white umbrella kept the sun at bay. Both women perused last month’s glossy fashion magazines in silence while sipping their coffees. The vast, bright, glistening ocean was ignored. The pounding, rhythmic surf was reduced to white noise. Emma’s attention was focused squarely on the page devoted to solving the problems women
have in bed. And the coffee, which was exceptionally good.

‘Did you sleep well, Em?’ Sally yawned.

‘Like the dead.’

‘Lucky you! I didn’t.’

Emma said nothing.

Sally left the table and lay down on the day bed, and said, ‘God, I love it up here. Whenever I come up I feel more alive.’

Sally’s parents had owned the holiday house on the Central Coast since the seventies. Emma had been a guest there many times during her childhood. The awkward fibro house on stilts was bulldozed in the nineties and Sally’s parents had built anew.

The new house was also raised on stilts but was two storeys, the top storey housing two large bedrooms that both opened onto a shared balcony. The large first floor was open plan with kitchen and living and dining spaces facing the uninterrupted view of the tumbling, pounding waves. Two smaller bedrooms with bunk beds were found at the back. There was also a pool out the front between the house and the beach, a feature which was repeated, house to house, along the entire beachfront.

‘Just close your eyes and listen to the surf, Em.’

Emma did as she was told. The dazzling sunlight and the sea salt in the air were triggers to happiness. A buoyant mood rose from the depths of her being. She had been so angry after leaving Jason, angry with herself. He had injured her pride. She smiled at it now. Jason, David and Mosman seemed a world away. What did it matter?

The slight breeze across her skin was tantalisingly cool.

She would use the time away to get a grip. The beach house was now dubbed ‘Sally’s Sanatorium for the Criminally Sensual’. She’d come to be cured of her obsession with that young man. For a week now, since he had leapt over the fence, he had been ever present on her mind. He had texted her overnight, but she had deleted the messages. She longed for the life she’d led before seducing him. Now she had to banish him from her thoughts.

‘Shall we wander down to civilisation today?’ asked Emma, languidly.

‘You do mean the village? Not Sydney?’

‘Just down there,’ she said pointing, ‘to the surf club. We can observe the locals.’

‘Are you sure you want to? You know what they’re like.’

Sally had long since tired of the ‘us vs them’ attitude of the locals and avoided the village shops where she was made to feel unwelcome. Her family had been visiting every year since she was a toddler. Whole summers had been spent at the beach house when she was a teen. But to the local girls she was a ‘tourist’ and never was or could be one of them. So she’d brought with her enough supplies to last a week. She had no intention of visiting the village at all. When supplies ran low she’d shoot off to the mall, half an hour’s drive away. Coming out of season meant she didn’t have to mingle with anybody. Even on a beautiful sunny Saturday she could see that the neighbouring houses were empty. As her parents’ beach house would have been, if Emma hadn’t pushed her to come up.

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