Sex Stings by Louisa Trent

Author:Louisa Trent
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: erotic romance paranormal bdsm contemporary

Chapter Fourteen

Terry tried not to get too close to Daniel as they made their way along the pedestrian causeway to the grass-roofed fort up on the hill, a scenic spot overlooking the ocean. The vantage point offered the best panoramic views of Boston Harbor and the city skyline. At least, she had always thoughts so. She had no idea what Daniel was thinking.

His arms hugged his sides stiffly as he gave his full attention over to a freighter chugging through the water below. His absorption in the ship, when he must have seen countless ships like it before, told Terry of her companion’s discomfort.

Daniel made no further attempt to jolly her out of the blues. He’d found a much more effective remedy for elevating her melancholy mood.

That kiss. That wet and sloppy and tearful and unprivate kiss had shocked her out of her sadness over a teenage hockey player losing his leg to war. Though fully clothed, she’d never gotten so naked with another human as that kiss with craggy-faced Daniel Murphy of the biting sense of humor and foul language, the personal bodyguard of the “boyfriend” she planned on dumping.

Could her life possibly get any weirder?

Though foolish on so many levels to become involved with an employee of the man she was washing out of her hair, she planned to succumb to Daniel’s South Boston blarney and laugh her way through a hot bout of sadness-defying sex with him.

Tonight.

One long night that would stretch into tomorrow. She was greedy for whatever moments of happiness they could squeeze into those impermanent hours ‘til dawn’s light brought them both to their senses.

She liked him. And she was growing more and more determined to take him to her bed, if only for a short while. He was a gift to herself, a luxury she couldn’t afford, was bound to feel guilty about afterwards, but would enjoy, at least temporarily, and then, hopefully, never forget.

How could she not remember those twinkling eyes?

“Here we are,” he said, holding open one side of the double-hung doors for her.

“Thank you, sir,” she said jauntily, keeping everything light despite that horribly, wonderful, mind-blowing kiss, and preceded him through into the little restaurant.

With no more ships to use as an excuse to escape making eye contact, Daniel looked directly at her. “Ever had take-out from Shamrock’s?”

“No.”

“But you grew up in Southie too, right?”

“No,” she told him again, “I was born here, but grew up elsewhere.” At least, she assumed Southie was her birthplace. The church steps might just have been a drop.

Years before, she had tried to trace her origins. But the information pertaining to her ten different foster home placements in the first eleven years of her life before graduating to group homes during puberty had gone up in flames, all her records lost first to red tape, then to ashes.

“Shamrock’s is your basic cheap eats sort of place,” Daniel continued. “Greasy burgers and limp-dick, salty fries. Excellent cuisine in other words, and you can’t beat the view.

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