Easy Kisses (The Boudreaux Series Book 4) - Kristen Proby Page 0,25
to replace once it’s gone,” I add. “It’s harder for Eli, Beau, and Van.”
“How so?”
“Well, the shipping business is much bigger than my shop, and they deal with betrayal all the time. Just a couple of years ago, Eli’s wife, Kate, was poisoned by a coworker.”
“No way,” he says, his blue eyes wide.
“It’s the truth. The coworker didn’t want to get caught embezzling funds, and she knew that Kate has a peanut allergy and fed them to her. It was horrible.”
“What is wrong with people?” he asks with a frown.
“You’re the expert. You tell me.”
“I’m no expert on sociopathic behavior,” he replies with a laugh. “But I can talk about self-esteem and flirting all day long.”
“And you do,” I say with a nod. “It’s not rough, listening to you speak.”
“I should hope not. Women invest a lot of time and money to do so.”
“The information is good. And the package it comes in is also good.”
“They do not come to see me just because they think I look good.”
I cock a brow and smile at his obvious discomfort.
“I believe it was Shelly who went home a week early when she discovered that this wasn’t a way to get in your pants.”
When I realize what I’ve said, I dissolve into giggles and Simon looks on with a wide grin.
“You’re funny.”
“It’s just ironic, is all.”
“Shelly had no chance in hell,” Simon says and kisses my hand. “And that doesn’t happen often. Some women do flirt, but on the whole, they’re just nice people who need help in certain areas of their life, and they come here seeking that help.”
“It’s a great thing that you do.” Now it’s my turn to kiss his hand. “When Van has had a chance to heal a bit, I’ll recommend she come.”
“If she’s anything like you, she’s stronger than you give her credit for.”
I sit back, surprised. “What a lovely compliment.”
“It’s the truth.”
I blink at him for a moment, then stand and throw our cups away. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk around the lake.”
“After dark?” he asks.
“Don’t worry. I’m strong. I’ll protect you.”
***
“We haven’t moved from this bed all day.”
“That’s not true,” Simon says and drags his large hand down my back to my ass, then grips it tightly. “We stared at the baby eagles for an hour this morning and I answered the door four times for room service.”
I stare dubiously at all four of the trays on the table by the window. “We should call someone to come get those.”
“I figure we’ll just order more food soon, so what’s the point?” He plants his lips on my head and hugs me tight.
I’m afraid I’ve gotten used to all of this affection. Simon gives good hug.
“I should get up and start getting ready to go.”
It’s been hanging over me like a cloud all day. Each time I look at the clock, I count the hours that I have left with him.
Now it’s only two.
Suddenly, I’m flipped onto my back and he’s hovering over me, his arms flexed and strong next to my shoulders. His pelvis is cradled against mine, and my hands happily find their way down his spine to his rock hard ass.
God, his ass is ridiculously amazing.
“What are you thinking?” he whispers.
“I like your ass,” I reply and watch with wonder as his face lights up. It does that a lot when he looks at me. “I’m not much of a deep thinker.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” he says and rocks his hips, making my eyes cross. He’s growing against me and I can’t wait to feel him inside me again.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking—” he presses his mouth to mine, but rather than kiss me, he just rests here, barely touching me, watching me. “That I’m going to make love to you right now, and then I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon pampering you.”
“That sounds nice,” I reply, enjoying the way his mouth tickles mine. I feel him reach down to protect both of us, then he rears back and slips effortlessly inside me, then stops when he’s buried balls deep. “God, you feel good.”
“You feel bloody amazing,” he says and leans back so he can brush my hair off my cheeks. His fingertips lightly dance over my skin. “You’re beautiful.”
I clench around him and arch my hips, but he doesn’t pick up the speed.
“We always take things fast,” he says and kisses me again. “But this might be our last time together, and I’m going to take