Mark of a Good Man (8 page)

“Sweetness.” Mark pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, rebuilding the undeniable magnetism between them.

The blood coursed through Amber’s veins like an awakening river as Mark devoured her with a hunger and thirst she was all too familiar with. It felt so natural as they clung to each other, their hearts beating as one. She knew they belonged together, but how could they work it out when they lived so far apart, when there was the great big Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea between them?

“We have a lot to discuss,” Mark said, as he reluctantly released her. “When will you be alone again?”

He’d read her mind, Amber thought as she struggled to recapture her breath. “The girls will be with their father Christmas Eve. They’ll return late Christmas evening.”

“Then I’ll see you on Christmas Eve. And I hope to meet them at Christmas. I will be in their lives, Amber, so prepare them.” He walked to the door, opened it, and left as quickly as he’d appeared, but Amber’s skin still tingled from his touch, and she fell weakly into the soft cushion of the sofa as her knees buckled from under her.

What a man!

On Christmas Eve, Mark showed up at her door again, and they made love all day, and all night. There was so much time to make up for. They held each other closely and shared the essence of their love for each other. And when they were exhausted beyond measure, they slept into the late morning, and woke up to a rainy Christmas.

They talked about their future, and Mark agreed that once they were married, they should live in New York where the girls could continue to see their father on a regular basis. They would still build a home on Dulcina, where they would run off to on weekends, holidays, vacations, and whenever they got the chance.

It wasn’t a big deal since Mark was a Captain at British Airways and they flew non-stop from New York to St. Jude. Colby was available for the five-minute flights from there to Dulcina any time of night or day.

Amber couldn’t wait to take the girls to Dulcina for Josie’s wedding, and then during the summer, where she knew they would be spending most of their time on the beach, playing in the sand, eating mangoes, and drinking jelly water right out of the shell.

The thought of them and their little brothers and sisters playing together, brought a smile to Amber’s lips as she laid supine on top of Mark.

“What are you grinning about?” Mark asked as he gazed up at her.

The love in his sexy brown eyes overwhelmed her. “I can’t wait to be your wife, and have your babies,” she said sweetly. “Lots of them.”

“Is that the only reason you want to marry me?” he teased, rubbing her swollen lips with his thumb.

She’d become quite brave and uninhibited with him. She reached down between them and stroked his semi hard manhood. “No. I want to marry you for this,” she said as he began to grow hard and hot and quite large in her hand.

“You wanton wench,” he teased, rolling her over on her back and nudging her legs apart with his knee. “You don’t have to marry me for this.” He entered her in one swift stroke and immediately began to thrust against her with urgency.

Amber cried out in raw pleasure as the friction between their naked flesh intensified.

And as the rain poured down in torrents outside, Mark and Amber rode out the fervent storm of love and passion, raging inside them.

A Note From the A
uthor

Dear Reader,

If you enjoyed this short story, please keep an eye out for my first full-length novel entitled:
The Doctor’s Secret Bride
. It is the first in a Billionaires’ Brides miniseries. I hope to have it up and available in early 2012. Until then, here is an excerpt from:

THE DOCTOR’S SECRET BRIDE

Chapter 1

Erik frowned as a young woman hopped out of the cab that had just pulled into his driveway. His frown deepened when she hauled a suitcase out behind her, raised her hand to shade her eyes against the noonday sun, and gazed speculatively up at his house.

“They’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. He’d distinctly requested an older woman, no younger than fifty, and who had experience taking care of young children.

Someone from the agency had called to say that the scheduled candidate had cancelled because of a family emergency, and that a Michelle Carter would be coming instead. Was it okay if she brought her credentials with her?

Although the agencies conducted investigations, Erik ran his own background checks before interviewing potential employees. He could never be too careful when it came to the welfare of his only child. Today, he’d trusted Ready Nanny Agency because there was no time to check, and look what they sent him—a girl barely out of her teens.

Her hair was cut too short for a woman. She was too skinny and too tall. Her jeans were fitted too tightly and the seductive sway of her narrow hips was too damn provocative. Despite his objections, and the fact that he handled women’s naked bodies on a daily basis, Erik felt a poignant stir in his loins.

As a gynecologist, he’d learned to channel his sexual energy elsewhere when he walked into an examination room to see a patient. It was all professional. The woman walking up his driveway wasn’t his patient, and the images running through his head were anything but professional. They involved tangled sheets, soft sighs, harsh moans, musky odor rising from damp smooth skin...

Shaking the libidinous thoughts from his head, Erik tightened his jaws and moved away from the window. He’d been without a woman for too long. Yes, that was definitely his problem. It had been two years since his wife’s death, and since that fateful night, he hadn’t looked at any woman twice, much less bedded one.

At the chime of the doorbell, Erik stepped into the hallway and caught up with the housekeeper in the foyer. “Mrs. Hayes, tell the young lady that I was called to the hospital on an emergency, and—um—that I will contact the agency with a new date for an interview.”

“Yes, Doctor.” Mrs. Hayes threw him a speculative stare at the blatant lie.

Erik marched down the hall and into his study. He closed the door, dropped into the chair behind his desk, and stared at the painting of his wife hanging above the fireplace.

As usual, he tried to shift his sexual interest in other women to memories of lovemaking with her. There was no shifting for him today. As he stared into his wife’s brown eyes, the only images Erik saw were those of the young woman sashaying up his driveway.

“Come in,” he responded to the knock on the door. “Is she gone?” he asked when it opened behind him.

“No.
She
isn’t gone.
She’s
right here.

Erik swiveled around at the sultry voice. His heart did a triple take, and lust like he’d never experienced before crawled through his belly and settled into his groin. At a loss for words, he took a hard close-up look at the one hundred and twenty pounds of temptation heading his way

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