Authors: Lynne Connolly
“Hey. Hey, no.” Bending his head, he kissed away the
wetness, so softly and gently, it threatened to make her cry more. “Please. I
never want to make you cry again.”
“Donovan.” She breathed his name, hardly any sound in it,
just before his lips met hers.
The Waldorf was around five miles away, but it could have
been on another continent, so impossibly far away it seemed now. Even the bed
in the room next door lay too far away.
The kiss, at first gentle and consoling, morphed into
something else. He ate at her mouth with a ravenousness that totally ravished
her. Tasting him, feeling him here, she had no chance of fighting what they
shared. Like always, they touched as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
She pushed up his T-shirt and he started on the buttons of
her blouse, unfastening them with care but speed. He caressed her skin and she
went wild, urging him backward until the backs of his knees hit the sofa and
with only one brief glance, he went down, tugging her with him. Not that she
needed any pressing. As if this were the last day of her life, she went at him,
unfastening his jeans, tugging them down. He wasn’t complaining because he was
as busy as she, until eventually he lay on the sofa stark naked and she hung,
panting, over him. “One day,” he said, his breath coming in short gasps, “I’m
going to eat you out until you beg me to stop.”
Wetness drenched her pussy. “You’ll have to go at it a long
time.” The thought made her weak with need. She glanced down to where his cock
reared, dark and waiting, gleaming with its own juices, but as she bent to
lick, he stopped her by pressing against her shoulders.
“Don’t. Please. Fuck me, Allie.”
“Oh God,” she moaned and sank down on him. Her body
remembered him, welcomed him in. Once she’d sat on him so their pubic hair met
and meshed, she tore her gaze away to look into his eyes.
Passion, need and even love waited for her there. She had
the feeling that it would wait for her forever, something she’d never thought
of in relation to Donovan before. He’d never promised that, had remained
insistent on promising “today”. She’d take that if he found it hard to do
anything else. She couldn’t fight this intense need anymore.
She did as he asked. She put both palms on his stomach and
used the leverage from that and her knees, planted on either side of him, to
raise and lower herself. She leaned back a tiny bit, found the spot and started
to work him in earnest. He braced his body to accept her plunges, arched his
back to push up, as lost in the moment as she was.
There, so nearly. She hovered on the brink until he reached
down and placed the pad of his thumb on her clit. That did it, finished her so
she collapsed in shuddering pulses around him. He caught her, drew her down,
murmuring words she could barely hear but absorbed as part of her.
Allie didn’t know how they made it to the bed, but finally
they did, tucked up in her tiny bedroom, which seemed even smaller with Donovan
there. Not that she cared. She rested her head on his shoulder and they
indulged in a series of long, luscious kisses before either of them had
anything remotely coherent to say. They were back together, but they’d solved
nothing, discussed nothing.
“What do we do now?” she murmured eventually.
He stroked from her breasts down to her hips. “Now?”
She laughed. “Next. Tomorrow and the day after.”
“I can’t ask you to come with me, because I know what that
will mean for you, but I want you to. I can ask you to marry me.”
She sat bolt upright and turned to glare at him. “What are
you talking about?”
“I’m willing. I’m sure, sweetheart. I’ve been sure since the
first time we went to bed together. I knew, deep down I knew. Every time I’ve
tried to reason, I’ve been wrong. If I go with my instincts, it works out
right. If you’re not sure, I understand, but remember that offer stands as long
as it has to.”
“Even if I decide not to go with you?”
“Even then. I’ll come to see you all I can. We have one
week, longer sometimes between concerts. I’m giving you tomorrow, Allie, all my
tomorrows.”
Her thoughts spun. “Don’t they want you for sound checks and
rehearsals?”
“They can go fuck themselves. If you need me, you come
first.”
She returned to him and kissed him. They didn’t speak for a
while. When they did, he was inside her again. “So you’ll marry me?” he asked.
“Eventually.”
They didn’t emerge from her apartment until the next day,
when they took the subway to the offices of the Moore Agency.
“I’m leaving,” she said. “I’m sorry, Elliott, but I can’t
stay.”
Elliott sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “I see. I
take it you’re going to Europe?”
She swallowed. “Yes. We talked about it. I can’t do this.”
“So what about your career?”
“I’ll sort something out.” She sounded so feeble but she
couldn’t think of anything else to do.
“I see. While you’re sorting something out, what are you
going to do?”
She squeezed Donovan’s hand tight. “Marry him.”
“And have his babies? Sweet.” From the sugary expression on
his face, Elliott was obviously not impressed.
“No, no babies, at least not that we’ve planned.”
“No marriage until after the tour either.” Donovan grimaced.
“In most countries, you have to establish residency. Plus, Allie has family she
wants to invite. So we’ll wait until next year.” He glanced at her. “Maybe. Or
maybe we’ll detour via Vegas before we go to Europe.”
“Good of you.” He glared at Donovan. “Look, I get that
you’re in love and all, but there’s more to life than romance. You need a
plan.”
“Sometimes you don’t.” Allie had accepted that now. She knew
that to be happy, she needed Donovan, but after that, she knew little more. She
loved him, he needed the band. Once they came off the tour they wouldn’t go on
another for a couple of years. By then she’d have something in place. “But we
did have one plan.” She glanced at Donovan and he smiled at her. “That book,
you know the one Casterbridge wanted me to do?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I did it? Would you represent me?”
Elliott brightened. “Shit, yeah.”
“But it would be an authorized account. Not as racy as the
other kind. And the rest of the band needs to agree. They’ll approve every
picture and every word before the book sees the light of day.” Put like that it
sounded unappealing, but if it didn’t work, she wouldn’t waste time mourning
it.
“I’m still interested.”
“Donovan talked to Chick Fontaine yesterday and he said yes,
under strict control, that would be something he’d like to do.”
Elliott grimaced, his mouth twisting. “So I get to work with
Chick Fontaine? Great. But yes, this is worth it. An authorized tour book,
sure. And something else.” He looked from one to the other of them. “Have you
two ever heard of something called the internet?” They nodded. “Good. The only
way an agency like this is going to survive long term is to go global. I need
agents for all kinds of purposes. Now I can’t offer you a full editorial job,
but I still need people to read submissions and pick out the cherries. I want
people to check out the talent in some areas outside the US, so that if I set
up an interview, I want someone I trust on the ground. If you accepted that, it
would be a cut in salary, but it would keep you in the game. And if you sign
somebody, you get them on your client roster. Clear? Do you need to think about
it?”
“No,” she said immediately, smiling. “I can do that.”
A job, the man of her dreams and a future. Sure, she could
do that. All day long.
Lynne Connolly writes for a number of publishers. She writes
paranormal romance, contemporary romance and historical romance, and is the
winner of two Eppies (now retitled the EPIC e-Book Awards) and a goodly number
of Recommended Reads, etc., from review sites.
While these are very gratifying, that isn’t why she writes.
She wants to bring the stories in her head to life and share them with others,
in the hope she might then get some peace.
She lives in the UK with her family, cat, and doll houses.
Creating worlds on paper in miniature seems to be her specialty!
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