Authors: Natasha Rostova
The Naked Truth (15 page)
‘See?’ Logan thrust one finger into her dripping pussy. ‘If you weren’t a slut before, then you’re becoming one, aren’t you?’
Callie closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the counter, leaning her forehead against the cool glass. God, one flick of his finger on her clit and she’d burst into flames. Logan pushed her legs apart with his knee, spreading her fully open. A rush of air brushed against her pussy with delicate fingertips. Through a haze of need, Callie heard Logan unzip his jeans. Then, he pushed inside her so swiftly that her body jerked forward.
‘There,’ Logan hissed as her buttocks slammed against his belly. ‘Is that what you want?’
Callie couldn’t respond beyond a whimper of pained pleasure. Sweat broke out on her forehead as Logan began thrusting into her. His fingers dug tightly into her hips, his body pumping against hers. He leaned fully over her, his breath rasping against her neck. Callie moaned and pushed her hips back against his as her body began to tighten with pleasure. His belly smacked against her buttocks, irritating the sore skin, but she no longer cared. Contrasting sensations filled Callie’s entire being: the heat of Logan’s skin and the coolness of the glass, the hard ridge of the counter pressing against her belly and the hot slickness of Logan’s cock; the uninhibited abandon of her position and the oppressive weight of his body on hers.
‘Hurry,’ Callie gasped, her fingers frantic as she tried to reach between her legs.
Logan pushed her hand aside, slipping his fingers around to rub her clit, his touch rough and quick on her sensitive flesh. Callie cried out as a wave of intense vibrations shuddered through her body. Her hands tightened on the edge of the counter as she absorbed every last sensation, relishing the feeling of Logan’s repeated thrusts until he gave a hoarse shout and came with a force unlike any Callie had felt before.
Silence descended, broken only by the ragged, harsh sound of their breath. Then Logan lifted himself away from her. Callie felt oddly bereft without the weight of him against her. She turned slowly, letting her skirt fall back over her hips to cover herself. Her bottom continued to burn. As she struggled to catch her breath, she pushed her damp hair away from her forehead and eyed her husband warily.
A sheen of sweat glistened on Logan’s skin, but his eyes looked as if they had been shuttered closed. He hiked his jeans over his hips and buttoned them. The air between them thickened with unease.
Callie leaned against the counter for support. She was totally uncertain about what she should be feeling right now, but she was aware of an increasing sense of dread. How could he have such an effect on her now when he never had before?
‘Did that meet your definition of “right”?’ he asked coldly.
Callie’s chest tightened. She forced herself to keep her tone as detached as his. ‘One time means nothing. Coming from you, it’s merely an aberration.’
Logan picked up his car keys and turned away, his eyes as cold as his voice. ‘So, I’m to assume that you’re refusing to come home?’
‘There’s no assuming about it.’ Callie struggled against a wave of sudden confusion. ‘I’m not coming home.’
Logan nodded shortly. ‘If you think this is over, then you are dead wrong.’
‘That’s perfectly all right because I’ve been wrong before.’ Callie tried to prevent her voice from shaking. ‘I was wrong about you, wasn’t I? And I was certainly wrong about our marriage.’
Logan’s eyes hardened with contempt. He began walking towards the door. ‘I’ll be in touch, Callie.’
‘It won’t do you any good.’
He paused at the door and turned to look at her. ‘We’ll see about that.’
Then he was gone.
Chapter Seven
T
he air in Savannah was always bloated with heat and moisture. Adam tugged at his tie and wished he’d worn shorts and a T-shirt. He hoped he hadn’t missed something exciting. He took another sip of iced coffee and sat down on a nearby bench. Logan and Callie had gone into Nebula Arcana an hour ago, and neither one of them had emerged yet. Adam sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken a break to get an iced mocha. What if they’d both left already? What if they were already cosily ensconced back in
La Maison du Waterford
?
he air in Savannah was always bloated with heat and moisture. Adam tugged at his tie and wished he’d worn shorts and a T-shirt. He hoped he hadn’t missed something exciting. He took another sip of iced coffee and sat down on a nearby bench. Logan and Callie had gone into Nebula Arcana an hour ago, and neither one of them had emerged yet. Adam sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken a break to get an iced mocha. What if they’d both left already? What if they were already cosily ensconced back in
La Maison du Waterford
?
With a scowl, Adam fixed his gaze on the door of the shop and willed one of them, preferably Logan, to emerge. Nothing. He glanced up at the window above the shop. His heart leaped as he saw Callie flick on the light and move towards the window. Was Logan with her? Adam couldn’t tell. And then she closed the blinds and the curtains, effectively blocking the room from Adam’s sight.
Why, oh why had he gone for that coffee, Adam berated himself. He should have remained vigilant at his post. Not that anyone would scold him for having taken a break. He’d sneaked back here after Logan’s magnificent departure from the mansion in the hopes of seeing a scene play out before him. Instead, Logan and Callie had disappeared into the store and appeared to have stayed there. A deep quickening started in Adam’s stomach at the thought of what Logan was doing to his wife right at this very instant. If he was up there with her, of course. Or maybe Callie was giving him a foot massage. Logan did have marvellous feet, after all. Who wouldn’t want to massage them?
Adam squinted and peered up at the flat. He suspected unhappily that Callie wouldn’t open the blinds again until the following morning. Well, fine. He would just have to sit here and wait because, if Logan was still in there, then Adam damn well wanted to be there when he left. If Logan left within an hour, then maybe he and Callie just had a quick fuck that didn’t mean anything. On the other hand, if Logan didn’t leave until the following morning, then maybe they were actually working things out.
Adam sighed and looked at his watch. He didn’t move from his post for the next few hours, lapsing into a few of his favourite daydreams. The next thing he knew, someone was shaking his shoulder. He sat upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he realised that darkness had given way to the threads of morning.
‘What? What happened?’ he mumbled.
A burly police officer stood near him. ‘You been drinking, son?’
‘Yeah, I had an iced coffee.’ Disoriented, Adam fumbled to hold up his empty plastic cup as proof.
‘So is there a reason you’re sleeping out here?’
Adam’s mind slowly began to clear as he looked across the way at Nebula Arcana. Confound it! Had he missed Logan?
‘Sorry, officer, I was just waiting for that shop to open.’
The officer hesitated for a moment before he nodded and began walking away. ‘All right, well, see that you stay awake next time.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Adam stood up and stretched, feeling his bones crack as they straightened out from their cramped position. He glanced at his watch. The store would in fact be open soon, which meant that Logan must have already left.
Adam sighed. Maybe he should stop at the Waterford mansion and see if Logan was there. He probably needed someone to talk to after what happened last night. Whatever that might be.
Adam did a couple more stretches and noticed a woman walking towards Nebula Arcana. She wore torn, faded jeans, a big leather belt and a lacy, black top that showed off her bare midriff. Her arms and fingers were decorated with dozens of silver bracelets and rings, and her hair bore a thick, green streak. Adam couldn’t remember her name, but he recognised her immediately.
‘Excuse me? Hello?’ He almost tripped on a loose shoelace as he hurried over to greet the woman.
She paused and watched him through eyes embellished with heavy silver and black make-up. ‘Yes?’
‘Are you . . . I mean, do you work here?’ Adam gestured towards the shop.
‘Yes, I’m the owner.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘We open in half an hour.’
‘Can I just come in and look around?’ Adam pleaded. If Logan was still with Callie, then there was no way that Adam could miss him if he was actually inside the shop. ‘I’m . . . um, I’m looking for some candles.’
The woman’s gaze skimmed over his wrinkled suit and tie and unshaven features. She snapped her gum and shrugged. ‘Yeah, OK. But you can’t buy anything until I get the cash set up.’
‘That’s okay. I just want to look first.’
She shrugged again and turned to unlock the door. After flicking on the lights and turning off the alarm system, she tilted her head towards the interior. ‘Well, come in, then.’
Adam entered the store, impressed by the array of interesting items. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what Logan thought of the multicoloured candles, incense, decorative wind chimes and Indian print fabrics. Talk about being at the opposite end of the spectrum from the Waterford mansion.
Adam giggled at the thought and sniffed a blueberry-scented candle. He felt the owner watching him from behind the counter.
‘So, you looking for any candles in particular?’ she asked.
Adam held up the candle. ‘Yeah, this is nice. I like blueberry pie.’
She rested her elbows on the counter and continued looking at him. Adam couldn’t help shifting uncomfortably under that razor-sharp gaze. He turned his attention to a set of raspberry-scented tapers.
‘Do you work around here?’ she asked.
‘No, not really,’ Adam replied vaguely. He sniffed another squat candle. Vanilla this time. Geez, too much more of this candle sniffing and he was going to start getting hungry.
‘What’s your name?’ the owner asked.
‘Adam.’
‘I see. I’m Tess.’
Adam gave her a little wave from across the room. ‘Hi, Tess.’
Her mouth turned upward slightly. ‘Hi, Adam.’
Adam peered at her for a moment, then moved closer. ‘Do you have a tongue piercing?’
‘Sure do.’ She stuck her tongue out to let him see the steel ball and rod that impaled it. ‘Like it?’
‘Yeah, it’s really cool,’ Adam said with admiration. He touched his bare eyebrow forlornly. ‘I used to have my eyebrow pierced, but my boss thought it looked stupid, so I took it out.’
‘So who cares what your boss thinks?’ Tess asked. ‘I think you’d look righteous with a pierced eyebrow.’
‘Oh, you don’t know my boss,’ Adam replied quickly. ‘He’s very . . . well, refined. And he has exquisite taste, but he’s also incredibly masculine.’ Adam shook his head. ‘I don’t know how he does that.’
‘Refined, exquisite and masculine, huh?’
Adam nodded. ‘Yes. Besides, I don’t want him thinking I look stupid.’
Tess grinned. ‘No? Why’s that?’
‘Well, because I work for him, that’s why. I want him to respect me.’
‘Sounds like you want him to do something else to you, too.’
Adam stared at her for a moment before her words sank in. He blushed hotly. ‘I most certainly do not! I just admire him very deeply, that’s all.’
She shrugged. ‘Whatever you say, pal.’
‘It’s the truth!’
‘I said OK,’ Tess replied. She drummed her black-tipped fingernails on the counter. ‘So, what’s his name?’
Adam almost blurted out Logan’s name before he remembered where he was. ‘Uh, Tony. Tony Manicotti.’
Tess grinned again. ‘Tony Manicotti? Sounds Italian.’
‘Oh, very Italian. He’s one of those dark, hunky types.’ Adam began warming to his lie. ‘He’s originally from Rome, and his family has ties to the Vatican. They also have their own private collection of Renaissance art. Lo . . . I mean, Tony has even taken me with him when he goes back to visit. Of course, we always go in his private jet.’
‘Sounds fascinating.’
‘So, I thought I’d buy him a little thank-you gift.’ Adam held up the candle. Then he realised how absurd it sounded that he would purchase a scented candle as a thank-you gift for a trip to Rome. He cleared his throat. ‘Well, this among other things as well, like . . . potpourri and . . . and soap.’
‘Well, Adam, it sounds to me like you have a little crush on Mr Manicotti,’ Tess observed.
Adam scowled at her. ‘Look, just because I admire my boss doesn’t mean I have a crush on him.’
Then he thought of Logan’s gorgeous feet and wondered if he was deluding himself.
‘Hey, don’t get upset,’ Tess said. ‘Nothing wrong with having a crush on your boss. God knows I’ve done that a few times in my day. So, what kind of work does Mr Manicotti do? Is he a chef?’
She seemed to find the question particularly funny. Adam frowned.
‘No, he’s an art dealer. He deals in Renaissance art.’
‘Cool. I’m an artist myself, you know.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, a performance artist,’ Tess explained. ‘I create paintings, though. I’m just finishing up a show called
Paint
, where I brush paint all over my naked body and writhe against life-sized canvases.’
Paint
, where I brush paint all over my naked body and writhe against life-sized canvases.’
Adam stared at her in shocked awe. ‘Really? You do that on stage in front of an audience?’
‘Sure. It’s very liberating.’ Her gaze slid up and down his body. ‘You’ve never been to a performance art show?’
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