The Leading Lady by Deb Marlowe

Author:Deb Marlowe
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-05-20T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I asked why the inn, so far from any shore, had been named The Oyster? She laughed and said the locals jokingly called it that because it contained a Pearl. I knew how right they were.

--from the Journal of the infamous Miss Hestia Wright

Tru watched the color bloom at Callie’s neckline and creep up to her face—the exact opposite trail that his hands longed to take.

Calling an erotic encounter to a screeching halt—this was not how he would usually handle the pretty girl sitting in his lap. But Callie Grant was so much more—more complicated, more interesting, more dangerous—than a mere pretty girl. And Stoneacre’s words hung in the back of his mind. You’ll be responsible for maintaining your disguises and new identities.

He was glad enough to put his mouth and hands on her infinitely tempting body, all in the name of their mission. But there was more than that going on here.

She kept her hands locked around his neck. “I thought we might be . . . having fun.” Her fingers began to play with the ends of his hair.

He stiffened in his seat. She had to feel the hard press of his cock against her. “Fun?” The word emerged on a croak. Her incredible bosom hovered right before his eyes. He could think of nothing he’d like better than to bury his face in her lushness. But, fun? Entirely too tame a word for the situation.

“You’ve made it clear that I’ve been lacking fun in my life, and Hestia has urged me to seize something for myself on this adventure. I thought that . . . this might serve both purposes.”

He yanked his brain past the images she called forth and tried hard to concentrate on what she was really saying.

“I’m taking the good advice I’ve been offered. No matter what happens with Letty, I’m taking this chance to set her—and myself—free.” She pressed her lips together and wiggled just a little. “I’d rather like to do the selfish and impractical thing and take you, too.”

His cock surged higher and shifted with her, eager to agree. But Tru hesitated. “Take me?”

She laughed. “Is that what worries you? Are you afraid I’m setting a snare for you?”

“It doesn’t sound like you,” he admitted.

“You may understand my world, but that doesn’t mean you belong in it. No more than I belong in yours.”

He couldn’t stand for that. “Callie Grant, you are beautiful, intelligent and ferocious. You could make yourself at home in any world you choose.”

“Careful, if you keep puffing me up, I might change my mind.” Fondness transformed her face—and struck a blow through his chest. How long had it been since anyone looked at him with such an intimate mix of frank admiration and exasperation?

“I’ve no designs on you past tonight, Tru. I promise.” She closed her eyes a moment and breathed deeply. Her caressing fingers fell still. When she opened again, she wore a naked vulnerability that he’d never seen in her.

“Just this once,” she whispered. “I want something just for myself.

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