by Sahara Kelly
“Wait…” Daphne’s hand grasped his wrist. “Don’t.”
“No?” Jack blinked.
“We might…well…perhaps we could…um…” The color flooded her cheeks. “Are you absolutely positive there are no other copies of this?”
He nodded, watching her.
“Then don’t delete it. Get it off your computer onto a CD or something. Let’s keep it, Jack.”
“Really?” She was a constant source of amazement to him, this librarian he’d fallen in love with. There seemed to be no end to the ways she could surprise him.
“Really. I’d like to watch it again. With you. On that huge TV of yours…”
“On the couch…” he added.
“Yes…that lovely couch…”
“With both of us naked…”
Daphne swallowed and groaned. “Jaaaack…”
She seemed to be having difficulty forming the word. Especially when her blouse was unfastened and a hand crept inside her bra.
“Jaaaack…”
“I’m still a bit dizzy. I need something to hold on to.”
“You faker.” She grinned up at him and nestled her breast into his hand, making his heart sing.
He tried to concentrate on what he’d been saying. “So we get to this.” He nodded at the papers strewn over his desk. “My future. Our future.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve resigned from the studio as of today. Chuck’s taking over Big John Johnson productions, and you, my lovely, are sitting in the lap of the town’s newest realty developer.”
“At the risk of repeating myself…huh?” Daphne blinked at him.
“I read this article in the paper about the Wildwood. How it’s gonna be destroyed if someone doesn’t do something.”
Daphne raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess. You’re ‘someone’.”
Jack smiled. “Yep.” He ran a finger over her arm. “I’ve got the money, that’s no problem. I have ideas, Daph, things I’d like to do with the theater. Make it a viable operational theater. Stuff like special showings for mothers when the kids are in school. Theme nights. Maybe even adding in small concessions where people can buy the books the movies are based on…stuff like that…”
He bit his lip nervously. “What do you think?”
“Oh Jack.” She hugged him. “Yes.”
“So you’ll help me? I’ll need someone to research it thoroughly, find out what it used to look like…all that kind of thing.”
Daphne sighed in contentment. “Of course. I can’t imagine anything I’d like more.”
“I can.” Jack tightened his hand around her soft breast and leaned close, teasing her nipple with his thumb as he dropped tiny kisses over her neck.
“Oh…yeah…well…there is that…” Her voice faded away as he kept up his sensual assault. Damn, he was hard as a rock, but he didn’t want to move. This moment was too precious.
Sadly, it was not one destined to last. A knock on the half-open door made them both jump up and Daphne pulled her blouse hurriedly back across her chest.
Jack sighed. “Chuck, men have been shot for less than that.”
Chuck peeked his head around the door. “Sorry to bother you, Jack…oh. Hi.” He smiled at Daphne. “Let me guess. White lace thong?”
Daphne’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed.
Jack held her tight. “Chuck…meet Daphne. Daphne, this idiot who happened to see something drop out of my pocket the other night, is Chuck.”
“Ah. Um…nice to meet you, Chuck.” It was a very polite response from a rather delightfully mussed librarian who was currently sitting on the lap of Chuck’s soon-to-be-ex boss.
“Likewise, Daphne. I’ll be on my way out then, Jack. I didn’t realize you had company…honest…sorry—”
“Chuck?”
“Yeah?”
“Get out.”
Chuck grinned at the harsh order. “You’re not my boss any more you know.”
“Chuck?”
“Yeah?”
“Get out and close the door behind you.”
“You got it. Night.” Chuck left, obediently closing the door tight behind him.
Daphne giggled. “He must be a good friend. You were really rude to him.”
“Forget him. Where were we?” Jack fumbled around with Daphne’s blouse. “You got the buttons in the wrong holes.”
She rolled her eyes. “We were talking about the Wildwood—oh…that reminds me…I brought you something—”
“Two somethings, actually…” muttered Jack as he bared her breasts.
“Wait. Just a minute—it’s a present for you.”
Surprised, Jack raised his head. “For me?”
“Mmm hmm.” She pulled a large package across the desk. “I saw it, and it was like it had your name on it. Go ahead, open it.”
Curious now, Jack eased the wrapping back from the gift, and revealed…”Oh sweetheart…”
They both shifted a little to get a better look.
“Do you like it?” Daphne glanced up at him. “I just…it just…”
“Honey it’s magnificent…” Jack fanned through the pages. “Just magnificent.” He touched her neck, turning her face to his. “Thank you.”
“Well, I…we…um…” Her eyes lowered to his mouth.
“Yeah. Me too.” Very gently, he kissed her, then eased them both up off the chair, swinging Daphne around until she was sitting on his desk.
“Jack?”
“Sssh. I’m about to recreate a very famous scene from a movie.” He removed her blouse and tossed it away.
“You are?”
“Yep.” Her bra followed and he lifted her bottom slightly, easing her skirt up past her hips. “You know, you have one bad habit I have to get you to give up.”
“What’s that?”
“Wearing underwear.” He rectified the situation by stripping her lace panties off her and adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor.
Daphne chuckled. “Uh-uh. Only in the car.”
Jack groaned and dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing her thighs apart with his hands.
“Um…Jack? What scene is it exactly you’re recreating?”
Daphne’s scent swam in his nostrils as he moved in between her legs to her bare pussy.
He licked his lips.
“One of mine.”
Epilogue
The Town Crier, Friday
Happenings about Town
A reminder to all our readers not to miss the grand reopening of the newly renovated Wildwood Theater tomorrow night. Courtesy of Mr. Jack Foster, owner of Foster Development, the Wildwood has been completely restored to her former glory, with the assistance of Daphne Littlewood, the town librarian. We note that Ms. Littlewood herself made some big changes recently—becoming Mrs. Jack Foster in a quiet ceremony at the bride’s home. We offer our congratulations to both—and wish them many years of happy endings to their romance.
The Wildwood Theater is debuting with a series of classic movies, beginning with The African Queen, which Mr. Foster admits is a favorite of his. Future programs will include festivals celebrating directors, actors, themes…something for schoolchildren is also on the books, along with a Mother’s Matinee.
Speaking of books, the Reader’s Nook has been instituted in the lobby for patrons of the Wildwood, and Mrs. Foster assures us that if they don’t wish to purchase the book on which a movie was based, she’ll make sure the library has plenty of spare copies.
We here at the Town Crier applaud these public-minded citizens. Their actions have resulted in the rescue of an architectural treasure from destruction, and a new influx of entertainment options and jobs.
And speaking of public-minded citizens, we move on to a brief comment made recently by our Chief of Police. He informs our crime reporter that an investigation into the black-marketing of pirated videos has been successfully concluded by State authorities. He cited the brave resolve of local officers, and the cordial relation
s that were established with the Federal agencies also working on the case. Kudos to all involved.
Another example of mutual cooperation and hard work bringing a satisfactory conclusion.
Moving on to the birth announcements…
About the author:
Sahara Kelly was transplanted from old England to New England where she now lives with her husband and teenage son. Making the transition from her historical regency novels to Romantica™ has been surprisingly easy, and now Sahara can’t imagine writing anything else. She is dedicated to the premise that everybody should have fantasies.
Sahara Kelly welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
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