Obsession. Kayla Perrin

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СКАЧАТЬ used my cell phone, having learned that it was more expensive to use a credit card to call from the hotel phone. I punched in the digits to my home in Orlando, then lay back on my pillow as I waited for Andrew to pick up.

      My lips were slightly parted, poised to say something dirty the moment Andrew answered the phone. But after four rings, it went to voice mail.

      Disappointed, I sighed softly. I debated hanging up and calling him back. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted to touch him, stroke him. How badly I wanted him inside me. And while I was at it, I’d even ask if he would take a plane and meet me here, or meet me in Fort Lauderdale, where Marnie and I had boarded the Discovery Cruise Line to head to the Bahamas.

      Spontaneity and all that.

      But common sense got the better of me when the beep sounded and I heard my voice prompting me to leave a message. It was the middle of the night, and even though I was desperate to talk to him, I couldn’t call Andrew back. It wouldn’t be fair to him. He had to be up for work in the morning. Besides, I’d be seeing him in less than twenty-four hours.

      Real sex would be far better than phone sex anyway.

      Though I didn’t think I would, sometime during the night I’d drifted off to sleep. I awoke with a start and found Marnie sitting on the edge of my bed.

      “Morning, sleepyhead,” she crooned when my eyes met hers.

      I took a moment to register that she was really there, that this wasn’t a dream. I could smell the fresh scent of some sort of floral soap, could see that her short black hair was wet and slicked back. Yep, she was definitely here. And she looked surprisingly well rested for a woman who’d spent most of the night screwing her brains out. Her dark complexion never gave anything away.

      “You’d still be sleeping too if you were woken up by the sounds of serious fucking.”

      “You heard us?” Marnie asked, sounding surprised.

      “You’ve got to be kidding. How could I not hear you?”

      “Oops,” Marnie said sheepishly.

      “Is the room a total disaster zone or what? Cuz it sure sounded like you were doing some serious damage to it.”

      “We broke one of the lamps.” Marnie spoke almost proudly.

      “What?” But I was really wondering, how? “And you’re smiling about that?”

      “Don’t worry. I already went to the front desk to let them know, and I paid to replace it.”

      “Oh. Okay.” Though I was dead tired, I eased myself up on an elbow. Stretching, a yawn escaped my throat.

      Marnie grinned from ear to ear. “And trust me, I’m not smiling because we broke a lamp.”

      I shook my head in mock reproof. “I can’t believe you’re up already. After the workout you got.”

      “I know.” Marnie sighed happily. “He only left an hour ago, so I knew there was no way I’d be getting any sleep if I was going to make it to that boat later today. I took a shower, had a couple cups of coffee and, amazingly, I feel fine.”

      “You’d never know. Not with that, ‘I’ve been fucked so hard, I could die a happy woman’ look on your face.”

      “I know.” Marnie giggled. “It was incredible, Sophie. Out of this world.”

      “You don’t have to tell me. I feel like I was a spectator. All I was missing was the popcorn and the dildo.”

      Marnie roared with laughter. “I should be embarrassed—but, what can I say, I’m shameless.”

      I yawned again, then asked, “So you like this guy?”

      “I like his cock. No, I love his cock.”

      Marnie had been my best friend since eighth grade, and we didn’t have a problem speaking explicitly to each other. But if the parents of any of our students happened to overhear us talking when we were out on the town, they’d likely be pulling their kids from our classes.

      Of course, we didn’t have to worry about that here. And we definitely didn’t have foul mouths when we were at the front of our grade-school classrooms.

      “I do like him,” Marnie went on, “but we leave today. Maybe if he lived in Orlando. Heck, if he even lived in the Bahamas. But he’s headed back to the Dominican Republic the day after tomorrow.”

      “It was cute watching you two trying to talk to each other at the bar.” What Soriano had lacked in language skills he had easily made up in charm. And that radiant smile of his hadn’t hurt.

      “At least he served his purpose,” Marnie said. “Which was to totally get me to forget about Brian. I don’t know if it’s because this guy was a one-night stand, but nothing Brian did in bed with me was ever as exciting as what Soriano and I did.”

      “It probably was, in the beginning with Brian,” I pointed out. “New sex and all that.”

      Marnie shrugged. “Maybe. But now my body knows that there’s life after Brian, and that that life can be quite exciting.”

      I smiled at my friend. For her sake, I was glad. For a good three months, she had moped over the end of her relationship with Brian, and she’d needed something to get her out of her funk.

      She’d already had one marriage fall apart after her husband repeatedly cheated on her, and now that she and Brian had ended things, I knew she was depressed over the thought that she’d never meet her Mr. Right.

      I sat up fully and swung my feet off the bed. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Is there any coffee left?”

      “I’ll make another pot.”

      “Thank you, babe. I’m going to need it.”

      2

      It was a little after nine in the evening when I pulled into the driveway of my Orlando home. My husband’s Cadillac Escalade was there—as I’d expected on a Sunday evening—and excited, I sprinted inside. I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him until we ended up naked on the living room floor.

      I was hoping he would have heard me pull up and be waiting for me at the door. He wasn’t. But Peaches, our orange and white tabby, was. She purred in greeting, and I bent to give her a quick rub on the head before making my way into the living room.

      Peaches followed me, clearly needing more attention. I needed Andrew.

      But he wasn’t in the living room. Hadn’t he heard me? He had to be somewhere in the house, so why hadn’t he come out to welcome me home? We hadn’t seen each other in five days. Maybe it was a little corny, but I expected him to stop whatever he was doing and rush out to meet me. Sweep me in his arms and not let me go until we were both screaming as we came.

      “Andrew?” I called. When he didn’t answer, I frowned. Tonight, I wanted spontaneity. And creativity.

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