Carole Mortimer Red Rose For Love (pdf)

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placed in front of the unlit fireplace.
'I like him, yes,' Eve said impatiently. 'But not like not like---- ' she bit her lip, realising how close she had come
to telling him of her love for him.
'Not like the man from your past,' he finished in a chilling voice. 'Don't you think five years is enough time to have
got over him?'
'I am over him!' she insisted vehemently.
'But don't mean to ever forget what he did to you,' Bart scorned, standing up to flex his tired back muscles.
He did look very tired, she could see that now. 'Do you have to do that work this evening? she asked concernedly.
'It's very late, and -----'
'And I do have to do it,' he abruptly sat down again. 'My assistant turned out to be a crook, and now I have to
double check everything he's ever been involved-in.'
Her eyes widened. 'Your assistant was the embezzler?'
His mouth twisted. 'Maisie told you.'
Eve flushed. 'She she seems to think we're good friends. I tried to explain, but---- '
'Maisie is a romantic at heart,' he mocked.
'She's a very genuine person,' Eve defended indignantly. 'I like her very much.'
He nodded. 'Most people do. Sit down and drink your coffee,'he invited tersely.
She did so watching as he bent over the papers on his desk. 'Couldn't someone else do that?' she ventured after
several minutes' silence.
Bart looked up, blinking to focus on her. He put his gold pen down, leaning back with a sigh. 'After the way Sean
let me down I'm not sure I can trust someone else to do it. He'd been with me ten years. I never would have
believed it of him if I hadn't been the one to discover his discrepancies.'
'I'm sorry.' It sounded as if Sean had been a personal friend as well as an employee.
'So am I,' he said heavily, running a hand around the back of his neck.
'Does it ache?'
'Mm?' he frowned his puzzlement.
'Your nape, does it ache?'
'Yes,' Bart sighed.
'Would you like me to ' she broke off. 'No, never mind.' She looked away, blushing.
'Would I like you to ...?' he prompted softly.
She looked down at her hands, wishing she had never started this. 'My uncle he often gets an ache there, it comes
from bending down so much, I think.
Anyway,' she licked her dry lips, 'I usually massage it for him.'
You do?'
Eve swallowed hard. 'Yes.'
He sat back. 'Feel free,' he invited.
Her lashes fluttered up, confusion in her violet-blue eyes. 'You you want me to massage your neck for you?'
'If you wouldn't mind,' he nodded.
She didn't mind, but the thought of touching him unnerved her somewhat. What if she should betray her feelings
towards him?
'If you would rather not,' he sensed her hesitation, once again picking up his pen. 'I should get on with this anyway.'
'No! I mean I'l1 massage your neck for you.' She stood up, moving to the back of his chair. The warm vibrancy of
him reached out to her, and she knew she had let herself in for a subtle form of torture.
'Are you all right back there?' Bart queried as she made no move to touch him.
'If you could just lean back...'
He did so, and Eve's fingers fluttered down on to his broad shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. He felt
good to touch, firm and smooth, and her fingers began to love their set task.
'You're good,' Bart murmured pleasurably.
'I Thank you.'
She swallowed hard as he leant his head back against her breasts, his hair very blond against the black shirt she
wore. Her fingers ached to caress the silky hair visible in the deep vee of his shirt, her nails digging into the flesh of
his shoulders as she resisted the impulse.
'Hey,' Bart chided softly, his eyes closed, "that hurts!'
'Sorry.' Her hands were instantly removed, but she couldn't move away, Bait's head was heavy against her breasts.
He was moving sensuously against her now, and Eve was almost afraid to breathe in case he stopped the movement.
'I could quite easily go to sleep against you,' he murmured.
'It wouldn't be very comfortable for me,' she said breathlessly.
He glanced up at her flushed features. 'No, I suppose not.' He sat forward, standing up to take her hand and lead her
over to the sofa, gently pushing her down in one corner, sitting down beside her to rest his head in exactly the same
position as before. 'Mm,' he sat up again after a few minutes. 'Not comfortable enough.'
'What are you doing?' she demanded as he slipped her shoes off and put her feet up on the sofa.
'Move over,' he instructed, switching off the main light, just leaving the desk-lamp on.
Eve gazed up at him with apprehensive eyes. 'Move over...?'
'Yes.' He lay down beside her, his lean length moulded to her slender curves on the narrow width of the sofa, his
arm about her waist. 'Comfortable?' he snuggled into the warm softness of her breasts.
Strangely enough, she was. But she couldn't stay here, it was too dangerous. But oh, how nice it was to lie here
with Bart, not to be arguing with him but for once to be in complete harmony.
'I would have suggested we go up to bed,' he said sleepily, 'but I didn't think you would agree to that.'
She wasn't so sure about that. Right now she was feeling very vulnerable towards him, and this closeness was
reducing her resistance to nil. But Bart didn't seem to have seduction in mind, for his arm about her waist soon
relaxed, his even breathing telling her he was asleep.
Eve was at last able to relax herself, her hand moving up to tentatively touch his silky fair hair. It felt just as good
as she had thought it would, soft and springy to the touch, his face losing all trace of harshness in deep.
With the back of the sofa on one side of her and Bart on the other, she felt coccooned in warmth, and soon drifted
off to sleep herself. Some time during the night then- positions shifted, Bart lying on his back, Eve's head resting on
his chest as she curled up to him like a contented kitten.
She awoke with a start, looking down into caressing green eyes. 'Bart...!' she said achingly.
'I thought you would never wake up,' he groaned, rolling over so that she was beneath him, his thighs trapping her.
'You sleep very quietly.'
'You mean I don't snore?' She looked up at him teasingly.
'I mean you don't move about much. Perhaps that was as well in the circumstances,' he murmured, his gaze intent
on her face. 'God, you look such a child,' he scowled.
Her hand moved up to touch the hardness of his cheek. 'I'm a woman, Bart.'
'Are you?'
'Oh yes,' she breathed softly.
'I hope so, because I'm going to kiss you anyway.' His head lowered and his firm, warm lips claimed hers, tilting her
head back, making it difficult for her to breathe.
But she didn't care, her arms up around his back as she tried to be even closer to him. One of his hands moved to
caress her thigh, moving slowly upward to cup her breast, and when she made no murmur of protest at this intimacy
his thumb began to move rhythmically across the taut nipple that could easily be detected through the thin material
of her shirt, the lacy bra no barrier at all.
She was unprepared for the wild surge of excitement that coursed through her body. No man, not even Carl, had
given her pleasure like this. Pleasing her had been the last thing on Carl's mind that evening at the apartment, and
when he made love to her all she had felt was pain as he allowed no respite for her innocence.
She hadn't even noticed the unfastening of her shirt, but she noticed Bart's probing fingers at the edge of her bra, the
lacy material a flimsy barrier that he quickly dispensed with, lowering his head to her bared breasts, claiming one [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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