Sweetest Desires (A Sweetest Day Romance) by Beverly Taylor Page A
Authors: Beverly Taylor
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words burned in Carson’s mind. Cindy was a beautiful woman, and the soft m usic encouraged lustful thoughts.
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you, his conscious reminded him. On that advice, it was time to leave. “I really appreciate your concern, Cyn, but I need to get my butt back in church and spend more time on my knees. That’s the answer to my marital dilemma.”
“Yeah, you’re right, but I just thought maybe a little separation would be good. Didn’t the Apostle Paul mention something about marital separation being acceptable but only for a while?”
“Hm. I’m not familiar with that one,” Carson said, flicking cracker crumbs from the corner of his mouth with his index finger as he tried to recall a pa ssage to that effect in one of the epistles. “I guess I need to run a reference on it. Do you happen to know the book and chapter?”
“Not off hand, but like you said, you can run a reference. If I come across it in my studies, I’ll let you know.”
She smiled, and he almost forgot to breathe. Shaking himself free from her allure, he said, “Let me help you clear these dishes. I need to get back to the office.”
Cindy slipped into her shoes and raised her hands for Carson to give her a lift. When he did, she threw her body into his chest. “Whoa, Samson, you don’t realize your own strength,” she purred. She looked up into his eyes and gave him her most seductive e xpression. “We’re wasting time,” she whispered against his throat.
Resist the devil and he will flee from you. The message echoed in Carson’s mind again. He returned the stare and bit down hard into his bottom lip. “You’re right.” He removed Cindy’s hands from his chest and held them in his own, then looked down at the coffee table. “Those dishes need to be cleaned and we should get out of here. I have an editorial I need to co mplete this afternoon.” He crumpled his used napkin and tossed it onto his plate and picked up his unfinished drink to take them all into the kitchen. “It’s like you said, let’s not waste time.”
Cindy looked at Carson as if her smile was pasted on then followed him to the kitchen with her own plate and glass.
Chapter 7
Katharine sat at the computer, poring over old photos in search of her lost youth and happier times. She was so engrossed in the past that it took her nearly two hours to realize she was making matters worse.
Realizing she had to do something—an ything—to pull her thoughts away from Carson and Cindy, she remembered the unsorted towels in her bathroom. It annoyed her to see the blue towels shelved with the pink and beige ones. She’d hurriedly shelved them together, making a mental note to organize them later. Now was as good a time as any to sort out the disorganized linens.
She stood on tiptoe to remove the towels from the upper shelf. Carson was the only one who would grab towels from that height. As she pulled the last two down, a stack of magazines slid to the floor along with them. Her lips parted in shock.
Lying next to her feet were four men’s magazines with photos of nude women on the covers. One of them fell open to a photo of a woman whose perfect body could tempt even the most faithful husband to fantasize about her.
Katharine nervously flipped through the mag azines. Page after page was filled with women posing provocatively, all with full breasts and round derrieres.
For a stunned moment, she stared at a centerfold that exposed a young woman’s most private parts. Feeling faintly sick, she snapped the magazine closed and tossed it back onto the floor.
Just knowing this sort of filth had entered her house made her hyperventilate. She had to lie down immediately, or she’d faint.
All sorts of notions flew through her mind. She wondered how long Carson had been indulging in pornography. Pulling herself together, she almost ran to their home office, jerking open desk drawers. When she tried to open the middle drawer,
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you, his conscious reminded him. On that advice, it was time to leave. “I really appreciate your concern, Cyn, but I need to get my butt back in church and spend more time on my knees. That’s the answer to my marital dilemma.”
“Yeah, you’re right, but I just thought maybe a little separation would be good. Didn’t the Apostle Paul mention something about marital separation being acceptable but only for a while?”
“Hm. I’m not familiar with that one,” Carson said, flicking cracker crumbs from the corner of his mouth with his index finger as he tried to recall a pa ssage to that effect in one of the epistles. “I guess I need to run a reference on it. Do you happen to know the book and chapter?”
“Not off hand, but like you said, you can run a reference. If I come across it in my studies, I’ll let you know.”
She smiled, and he almost forgot to breathe. Shaking himself free from her allure, he said, “Let me help you clear these dishes. I need to get back to the office.”
Cindy slipped into her shoes and raised her hands for Carson to give her a lift. When he did, she threw her body into his chest. “Whoa, Samson, you don’t realize your own strength,” she purred. She looked up into his eyes and gave him her most seductive e xpression. “We’re wasting time,” she whispered against his throat.
Resist the devil and he will flee from you. The message echoed in Carson’s mind again. He returned the stare and bit down hard into his bottom lip. “You’re right.” He removed Cindy’s hands from his chest and held them in his own, then looked down at the coffee table. “Those dishes need to be cleaned and we should get out of here. I have an editorial I need to co mplete this afternoon.” He crumpled his used napkin and tossed it onto his plate and picked up his unfinished drink to take them all into the kitchen. “It’s like you said, let’s not waste time.”
Cindy looked at Carson as if her smile was pasted on then followed him to the kitchen with her own plate and glass.
Chapter 7
Katharine sat at the computer, poring over old photos in search of her lost youth and happier times. She was so engrossed in the past that it took her nearly two hours to realize she was making matters worse.
Realizing she had to do something—an ything—to pull her thoughts away from Carson and Cindy, she remembered the unsorted towels in her bathroom. It annoyed her to see the blue towels shelved with the pink and beige ones. She’d hurriedly shelved them together, making a mental note to organize them later. Now was as good a time as any to sort out the disorganized linens.
She stood on tiptoe to remove the towels from the upper shelf. Carson was the only one who would grab towels from that height. As she pulled the last two down, a stack of magazines slid to the floor along with them. Her lips parted in shock.
Lying next to her feet were four men’s magazines with photos of nude women on the covers. One of them fell open to a photo of a woman whose perfect body could tempt even the most faithful husband to fantasize about her.
Katharine nervously flipped through the mag azines. Page after page was filled with women posing provocatively, all with full breasts and round derrieres.
For a stunned moment, she stared at a centerfold that exposed a young woman’s most private parts. Feeling faintly sick, she snapped the magazine closed and tossed it back onto the floor.
Just knowing this sort of filth had entered her house made her hyperventilate. She had to lie down immediately, or she’d faint.
All sorts of notions flew through her mind. She wondered how long Carson had been indulging in pornography. Pulling herself together, she almost ran to their home office, jerking open desk drawers. When she tried to open the middle drawer,
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