Four of Hearts by Roz Lee Page A

her arm around his waist as their friends left the suite for their own across the hall. All the starch went out of his spine, and he let his shoulders fall.
    “I think that went well, don’t you?”
    “Fallon, I should have chained you to the bed tonight. I knew you were up to something, but I never dreamed it would end like this. What were you thinking?”
    His wife headed for the bedroom, and he followed.
    “I was thinking, it was about time we stopped acting like there isn’t anything else going on between the four of us.” Fallon slipped off her shoes and tossed them in the direction of the closet. Richard followed her with his eyes as she turned down the bed.
    “Don’t you think we should have discussed this first? Ryan isn’t the kind of guy to share his wife, and damn it, neither am I. I wanted to throttle Ryan for touching you.”
    She stopped in her perusal of their toy box and looked at him. “But you didn’t. You were shocked at first, but you enjoyed watching me suck his cock, didn’t you?”
    Goddamn it . His wife knew his every thought. It was fucking annoying sometimes. “It doesn’t matter what I did, or did not, enjoy. We’re talking about our best friends, Fallon, not to mention the business relationship. Other than my relationship with you, I can’t think of another relationship I want to preserve more than those two.”
    Fallon slid her panties off and tossed them. Richard caught them by the damp crotch and blood drained from his brain to his cock faster than matter through a black hole. Shit . Her ass was still pink where Ryan had spanked her, and when she bent and placed her hands on the edge of the bed, he almost forgot his own name. He fucking loved that little schoolgirl outfit. He freed his cock and buried it deep inside her. She gasped and pushed her hips against him, taking him even deeper.
    “Take me, Professor Wolfe.”
    Richard held her hips and slid out and back in. “Didn’t you want to watch Professor Callahan fuck me?”
    Images flashed through his brain like a sadistic movie reel. Goddamn. Yes, he saw it in his mind, but that was a long way from witnessing it in person. He pounded into Fallon as the images continued to form. Shit. Fallon was his. No one else’s. Her pussy was his. He pulled out, turned her around and pushed her onto her back on the bed. He flipped the little plaid skirt to her waist and came over her, sheathing himself in her heat.
    “You’re mine. Only mine,” he growled. He leaned on one forearm and tore her blouse open with his other hand. “These are mine.” He bent and sucked one perfect breast into his mouth. Images of Ryan’s mouth on her burned across his mind, and he sucked harder. Fallon gasped and arched her back, offering him more. He took it. He took her. He knew he wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t even civilized. Fallon was his, and more than anything, he wanted to make sure she never forgot it or maybe he was trying to convince himself nothing had changed. He didn’t know which.
    “Say it,” he commanded.
    “I’m yours,” she breathed against his ear. “Always yours.”

Chapter Six

    Candace put the last plate in the dishwasher and wiped down the counter. Usually, Ryan helped with the cleanup, then he’d take her to their bedroom or the lean-to on the beach and make love to her, but since they’d returned from Miami the day before, he’d been moody and distant. That had to stop. They hadn’t done anything wrong, and the sooner Ryan got over it, the sooner they could move forward.
    She took a couple of wine glasses from the cabinet, and the rest of the bottle they’d opened with their dinner, and headed to the beach. The night air blew warm off the tropical water, and even after sundown, clothes were an option. She made her way along the well-traveled trail, grateful for the low lighting Ryan installed shortly after they made their move to the island permanent. He was right where she thought he would be, sitting on a blanket