“That would make me sound as if I want part of the half million,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m not a gold digger.” Which she wasn’t. All she’d ever wanted was to be happy, to be loved and cherished, and to return her soul mate’s affection. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her stomach against his hardening cock. “By the way, I was online, and I read that the cops caught a couple of guys breaking into a local coin collector’s shop. That wouldn’t have been you, would it?” she teased. She’d have to change the name of her blog, maybe to Kiss Me…Now That You Dare, although her love life was no longer a fantasy but the real thing. Maybe she’d delete it since what went on in the bedroom was no one’s business but their own.
Taylor’s eyes widened. “Nope, but I might know who they were.”
“I remember one of their names—Roscoe—but not the other,” she supplied.
“By any chance, was it Terry?” His expression hardened.
“Yeah, that’s it. What’s going on, Taylor?” Her heart thumped against her chest wall, and she began to wonder how he was mixed up in all of this.
“They’re my cousin and his friend. They broke into my place last night and ransacked it, looking for the penny. They destroyed several paintings I’ve been working on. It’s nice to know they’ll be put away for a long, long time.”
“That’s why you needed a place to stay.” She sighed. “I’m sorry about your place and your paintings. You’ll be able to replace things, won’t you?”
“Everything except for the paintings, which I’ll have to do over again.” He smoothed his hand over the back of her head.
“You know, I can think of someone I want to be put away with for a long while,” Celeste murmured.
“By any chance, would it be me?”
She gave him a wide grin. “Come on. We’ve haven’t made love in—”
Taking her hand, he finished for her. “In a couple of hours.”
They laughed together and headed for the bedroom, their scars, nightmares and fantasising blogs slipping into the past behind them as they closed the door, and the walls shuddered.
Epilogue
This is my last entry to this blog, Kiss Me…If You Dare. My fantasy life, for that’s all it was, is over, joyfully replaced by the real thing. With sizzling hot sex and mind-blowing companionship. I have a terrific man in my life. And for all those who read how men suck in a previous entry, well, they do. On breasts, nipples and on sugar and spice.
Hey, one last thing, I think elderly Mr. Beamer and Mrs. Myers are romantically involved. Imagine love over the age of seventy. Just goes to show that love can come at any age.
About the Author
Aurora Rose Lynn, a bestselling erotica author, lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and conure. She enjoys writing romance with a sensual twist but first and foremost, her stories must be about love. When she isn’t writing romance, she writes young adult and fantasy stories under a pen name.
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Also by Aurora Rose Lynn
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