early and gone straight to the gym in the hopes of working off some of her sexual frustration. It hadn’t worked for crap. The sad truth was, now that she’d had a sampling of what Jonas had to offer, she wanted more. Deanna desperately wanted to see him strip out of his clothes and bare that perfect male body to her. And she wanted to taste him, the way he’d tasted her. She longed to feel his cock against her tongue and suck him dry.
It was going to be a damn long week.
He’d called earlier to let her know he’d purchased the plane tickets. They would leave around one in the afternoon on Friday and get back late Sunday. Luckily, her weekend was clear because her newest client was out of town on business and wouldn’t be ready to start the face-lift on his living room until he returned. Still, that meant she’d have to wait an entire week before she could have Jonas all to herself.
A cold shower. That’s what she needed. Deanna headed for her bedroom, but on the way to the stairs, she glanced around the living room and her chest filled with pride. Her home had been a labor of love. She’d enjoyed making it her own. The interior designer in her couldn’t help mentally comparing it to Jonas’s apartment. In the short amount of time she’d been inside the place, two things had stood out the most: the lack of family pictures and the starkness of the living room. There hadn’t been any real signs of Jonas, just plain white walls and dull furniture. No warmth. She realized then that she didn’t really know that much about Jonas’s life before he’d met Wade in the army. She knew he was an only child and that he wasn’t terribly close to his parents, but she didn’t know why. Miami was going to be her chance to find out more about the man who made her heart race like a greyhound chasing a rabbit.
Deanna thought again about Jonas’s plea to have her redecorate his apartment. Now that she’d seen it for herself, she just might. He needed a home, not just a place to sleep and eat, for crying out loud.
Thinking of her own house, she knew she’d gotten lucky when she’d stumbled onto the FOR SALE sign. Like many of the houses in her neighborhood, it was older but it had character. She’d fallen in love with the oddly shaped rooms and arched doorways.
She’d done the living room in country blue, with her mother’s handmade accents decorating the walls. The plush blue furniture and yellow walls were cheerful and inviting. She’d really lucked out when she’d found the square oak end tables and large trunk that doubled as a coffee table at a garage sale. The floors were polished oak that matched the tables perfectly. The large, oval area rug that her mother had purchased years ago pulled the room together beautifully. It had been the rug that gave her the idea for the décor, because she’d instantly fallen in love with the blue and yellow tones.
The kitchen still wasn’t finished. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with the room, but it certainly wasn’t the kitchen table. The large, rectangular oak table seated six comfortably. She’d vowed that someday she’d have the husband and children to fill it. An image of Jonas sprang to mind. No, she chided herself; he is not the marrying type. Going away with a man for the weekend and marrying him were two totally different things and not to be confused.
Through another doorway was the family room. Being a fan of football, Deanna had enjoyed buying the large flat-screen television to watch her games. The twin black leather recliners and couch always seemed to be where Dean and Wade headed whenever they came over for a visit. She could all too easily imagine spending a lazy Sunday with Jonas in there, cuddled up together. Damn, there she went again.
Taking the stairs up to her bedroom, Deanna was more than a little desperate to shower and hopefully clear her head, but she stopped when she caught sight of her workroom. Situated across from her bedroom, it was
It was going to be a damn long week.
He’d called earlier to let her know he’d purchased the plane tickets. They would leave around one in the afternoon on Friday and get back late Sunday. Luckily, her weekend was clear because her newest client was out of town on business and wouldn’t be ready to start the face-lift on his living room until he returned. Still, that meant she’d have to wait an entire week before she could have Jonas all to herself.
A cold shower. That’s what she needed. Deanna headed for her bedroom, but on the way to the stairs, she glanced around the living room and her chest filled with pride. Her home had been a labor of love. She’d enjoyed making it her own. The interior designer in her couldn’t help mentally comparing it to Jonas’s apartment. In the short amount of time she’d been inside the place, two things had stood out the most: the lack of family pictures and the starkness of the living room. There hadn’t been any real signs of Jonas, just plain white walls and dull furniture. No warmth. She realized then that she didn’t really know that much about Jonas’s life before he’d met Wade in the army. She knew he was an only child and that he wasn’t terribly close to his parents, but she didn’t know why. Miami was going to be her chance to find out more about the man who made her heart race like a greyhound chasing a rabbit.
Deanna thought again about Jonas’s plea to have her redecorate his apartment. Now that she’d seen it for herself, she just might. He needed a home, not just a place to sleep and eat, for crying out loud.
Thinking of her own house, she knew she’d gotten lucky when she’d stumbled onto the FOR SALE sign. Like many of the houses in her neighborhood, it was older but it had character. She’d fallen in love with the oddly shaped rooms and arched doorways.
She’d done the living room in country blue, with her mother’s handmade accents decorating the walls. The plush blue furniture and yellow walls were cheerful and inviting. She’d really lucked out when she’d found the square oak end tables and large trunk that doubled as a coffee table at a garage sale. The floors were polished oak that matched the tables perfectly. The large, oval area rug that her mother had purchased years ago pulled the room together beautifully. It had been the rug that gave her the idea for the décor, because she’d instantly fallen in love with the blue and yellow tones.
The kitchen still wasn’t finished. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with the room, but it certainly wasn’t the kitchen table. The large, rectangular oak table seated six comfortably. She’d vowed that someday she’d have the husband and children to fill it. An image of Jonas sprang to mind. No, she chided herself; he is not the marrying type. Going away with a man for the weekend and marrying him were two totally different things and not to be confused.
Through another doorway was the family room. Being a fan of football, Deanna had enjoyed buying the large flat-screen television to watch her games. The twin black leather recliners and couch always seemed to be where Dean and Wade headed whenever they came over for a visit. She could all too easily imagine spending a lazy Sunday with Jonas in there, cuddled up together. Damn, there she went again.
Taking the stairs up to her bedroom, Deanna was more than a little desperate to shower and hopefully clear her head, but she stopped when she caught sight of her workroom. Situated across from her bedroom, it was
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