A Family Affair: The Wish: Truth in Lies, Book 9 by Mary Campisi Page B
Authors: Mary Campisi
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always be proud of her. No matter what. But Robert didn’t know about the men in her past or that the things they did in bed that drove him wild were repeats of ones she’d done lots of times before, with lots of different men. One day she would have to tell him, but not today.
Natalie tiptoed into the bedroom, set the coffee mugs on the nightstand, and flipped on the bedside lamp. The room-darkening shades kept the light out, further enhanced the coziness of their love nest. Saturday was the one day Robert didn’t hop out of bed and take his 5:45 a.m. run before work. He did, however, use the early morning for another type of exercise, one that involved flesh to flesh, luscious moans, and a long nap afterward.
“Honey?” Natalie leaned over, placed a kiss on the back of his neck. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
He mumbled and rolled over, his eyes blinking open. “Hi, Nat.”
Nat . She’d hated the nickname her brothers had used on her since she was a little girl, but when Robert said it, her insides grew warm and her chest ached. She reached for his glasses, handed them to him. “Would you like French toast and eggs?”
He smiled, pulled her closer. “I want everything you’re offering.”
Forty minutes later, Natalie dipped the bread in the egg mixture and thought about what had happened in bed this morning. These past several weeks, Robert had become almost obsessed with sex. He’d always been a gentle, caring lover but lately, it was as though he were in competition with an acrobatics team…or the other men she’d slept with. More staying power, harder, faster, longer, better…than what, she’d wanted to ask? What was happening and why? Wasn’t he satisfied with their sex life? Had he read something that recommended whatever he was doing? It wasn’t as though Robert would ask any of his buddies because she’d only met a few of them and they did not look the type to dole out advice on intimacy and sex. So, what was it then? He’d turned thirty-eight last month. Was he feeling old? Growing anxious about feeling old? Or had she done something that made him wonder about the other men she’d been with and how many there’d been? They’d never discussed this, and she didn’t intend to tell him yet, even though Roman Ventori had told her she should. But Roman had probably never done anything in his entire life that made him as ashamed as she was about her past, and she couldn’t risk losing Robert. Was it really necessary to tell everything when she’d learned from her mistakes and become a better person? Hadn’t Robert been the one to say he felt his life started the day he met her at the ballroom dance class and anything that had transpired before was not important? Yes, he’d said that, because she remembered he used the word transpired and she’d liked the way it rolled off his tongue. Smooth and deliberate. She’d been given a second chance and she was not going to mess it up by divulging her murky past any sooner than necessary.
“Smells great.”
Natalie glanced up and smiled. She loved the way Robert looked at her, his brown eyes warming like a chocolate lava cake behind his tortoiseshell glasses. He was not more than two inches taller than she was and when she wore heels, they stood eye to eye, matching up just right: eye to eye, chest to chest, hip to hip. So what if his brown hair was a bit thin on top and he’d started parting it on the side to hide the thinness? Or if his body was lean and toned, not heaped with muscles? She liked lean and toned, especially on Robert. There was an awful lot she liked about Robert; actually, there was an awful lot she loved about Robert. He might not look like the men in Magdalena who got a second and third look, but Natalie thought him quite handsome and besides, there was a lot more to him than his physical appearance.
The man was brilliant. And his voice? She could listen to him talk for hours, about anything. There were times when he’d explain
Natalie tiptoed into the bedroom, set the coffee mugs on the nightstand, and flipped on the bedside lamp. The room-darkening shades kept the light out, further enhanced the coziness of their love nest. Saturday was the one day Robert didn’t hop out of bed and take his 5:45 a.m. run before work. He did, however, use the early morning for another type of exercise, one that involved flesh to flesh, luscious moans, and a long nap afterward.
“Honey?” Natalie leaned over, placed a kiss on the back of his neck. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
He mumbled and rolled over, his eyes blinking open. “Hi, Nat.”
Nat . She’d hated the nickname her brothers had used on her since she was a little girl, but when Robert said it, her insides grew warm and her chest ached. She reached for his glasses, handed them to him. “Would you like French toast and eggs?”
He smiled, pulled her closer. “I want everything you’re offering.”
Forty minutes later, Natalie dipped the bread in the egg mixture and thought about what had happened in bed this morning. These past several weeks, Robert had become almost obsessed with sex. He’d always been a gentle, caring lover but lately, it was as though he were in competition with an acrobatics team…or the other men she’d slept with. More staying power, harder, faster, longer, better…than what, she’d wanted to ask? What was happening and why? Wasn’t he satisfied with their sex life? Had he read something that recommended whatever he was doing? It wasn’t as though Robert would ask any of his buddies because she’d only met a few of them and they did not look the type to dole out advice on intimacy and sex. So, what was it then? He’d turned thirty-eight last month. Was he feeling old? Growing anxious about feeling old? Or had she done something that made him wonder about the other men she’d been with and how many there’d been? They’d never discussed this, and she didn’t intend to tell him yet, even though Roman Ventori had told her she should. But Roman had probably never done anything in his entire life that made him as ashamed as she was about her past, and she couldn’t risk losing Robert. Was it really necessary to tell everything when she’d learned from her mistakes and become a better person? Hadn’t Robert been the one to say he felt his life started the day he met her at the ballroom dance class and anything that had transpired before was not important? Yes, he’d said that, because she remembered he used the word transpired and she’d liked the way it rolled off his tongue. Smooth and deliberate. She’d been given a second chance and she was not going to mess it up by divulging her murky past any sooner than necessary.
“Smells great.”
Natalie glanced up and smiled. She loved the way Robert looked at her, his brown eyes warming like a chocolate lava cake behind his tortoiseshell glasses. He was not more than two inches taller than she was and when she wore heels, they stood eye to eye, matching up just right: eye to eye, chest to chest, hip to hip. So what if his brown hair was a bit thin on top and he’d started parting it on the side to hide the thinness? Or if his body was lean and toned, not heaped with muscles? She liked lean and toned, especially on Robert. There was an awful lot she liked about Robert; actually, there was an awful lot she loved about Robert. He might not look like the men in Magdalena who got a second and third look, but Natalie thought him quite handsome and besides, there was a lot more to him than his physical appearance.
The man was brilliant. And his voice? She could listen to him talk for hours, about anything. There were times when he’d explain
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