Johnny Blue by Azure Boone Page B

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    “Where is this husband of yours?”
    I looked right, not wanting to get personal. Not about my life. “He’s in town. Remarried.”
    “I’d say I’m sorry but…” I met his gaze and his hands gently grasped either side of my head and pulled me to his lips . He paused where our breaths mingled. “I’m so not sorry.” He pushed my lips open with his and tasted. At first sweetly, then hungrier with every breath. “Any kids?”
    I froze then slowly pulled away and forced a casual nod. “Two.”
    I lifted my eyes enough to see his soft smile. “ Nice. I’d like to meet them. Som e day.”
    My heart raced. “I’m sure you will. They’d…really like you.”
    I gasped at fe eling his cock growing between us . His hands held my hips. “Make love to me Jewel.”
    I closed my eyes, letting his words chase away the nightmares of my past. Let his need give me reason to live.
    I made love to him and he rubbed my clit and nipples looking for all the world like I was some miracle riding him.
    But he was the miracle.
    I was just a damn curse waiting to happen .

Chapter Seven
     
    I swear if you don’t tell me this instance, Jewel Marie, who or what has put that ridiculous smile on your face, I am going to pop you with my dishtowel , ” Trisha said to me.
    I giggled and bit my lower lip, getting everything I needed for the second brew of coffee that morning. I glanced over my shoulder at Sarah who blushed at all the d e tails I’d told her about my painting session.
    “Oh my, who in God’s gracious glorious name is that?” Trisha mused from the toaster.
    My stomach flipped as I spun to see. “Oh God,” I whispered. “It’s…it’s him.”
    “Him who?” Trisha hissed.
    “Oh shit, oh shit, how do I look?” I spun and examined myself in the dull stai n less steel. I grabbed a cup and a saucer and clenched my eyes, waiting for the bell over the door to ding-a-ling at his entrance.
    When it didn’t, I turned, searching.
    “He’s talking to Mr. Ned,” Trisha whispered, coming toward me.
    “Oh , child, look at him, breakfast on a silver platter, mmm, mmm, ” Sarah mu t tered , coming to stand next to me too.
    “Yes, yes. He’s it. He’s the one.” I nodded and fanned my face.
    “Who in the world is he?” Trisha hissed.
    I gave one laugh. “He’d be the man who paints the murals.”
    Trisha jerked and stare d at me then him before explod ing with various forms of no way, not that bum .
    I nodded and smoothed the pink skirt of my uniform, breathing, breathing . No panic attacks now, please. I nodded. “ Y es it is. He shaved. It’s him.”
    We all studied him, lustily. “Good Lord almighty,” Trisha murmured.
    I hurr ied to put a cup at a table, praying he would come in. “You have no idea.”
    She followed on my heals . “Well dammit, give me some idea! Oh, here he comes.”
    “Shit,” I gasped, “ get busy, please act normal.”
    The bell rang over the door. He’s just a customer, just a customer. Greet the cu s tomer. I turned with a bright smile. “Well good morning, are you hear for some…”
    My words were cut short with his panther glide toward me, the look in his sta r tling blue eyes, fierce and closing in. Before I knew it, his arm slipped around my waist and pulled me against his hard body while those full lips pushed mine open . H is tongue snaked in for a real sweet good morning against mine . I gripped the table b e hind me and t he beginning of an aching groan , barely audible , rumbled in his throat . My body hummed with the need to make love to him where he stood.
    When the giggling behind us turned to cackles, he withdrew his lips oh so slo w ly, and gave my nose a tender peck. “That’s…what I’m here for,” he said.
    Holy bajeesus . I was too ashamed to look him in the eye , still not getting what he saw in me and sure any second he’d see how pretty I wasn’t in the plain public light of day .
    “Have a seat, I’ll… get you some coffee.”
    “Can you