Broken Illusions (His Agenda Volume 3) by Dori Lavelle Read Free Book Online Page B

elevator wall. Somewhere in my mind I prayed no one would notice the elevator had stopped and do something about it. This moment, this breathtaking moment with Dustin, had to be explored. It was the first time we would be making love outside the bedroom, and oh God, I couldn’t wait.
    My knees were trembling, my breathing was ragged, my insides melting as he explored my mouth with his tongue, pushed my legs apart, and swept me off the ground. My juices were already flowing when I wrapped my legs around him. Before I could take my next breath, he entered me, pushing deeper and deeper until I screamed into his shoulder. He pushed even deeper and harder until I felt I would burst into flames.
    I came first, and then he followed, groaning deep inside his throat while still sliding his hard, smooth cock in and out. Then he withdrew and brushed my lips with a kiss.
    With a mischievous grin on his face, he zipped up his pants, then pulled my panties up and my dress down. He even tidied my hair, then his.
    “Don’t say a word,” he said and pushed a button. The elevator moved again but we were heading back down. I couldn’t stop giggling as he handed the key back to the receptionist, telling him we’d had a change of plans.
    “That was amazing, by the way,” he said as he started the car. “We should do it again sometime.”
    “I agree.” With one sexy move, Dustin had yet again sent my fears and worries packing. The only thing I felt right now was the throbbing between my legs as I remembered the feel of him. It was amazing how good my life could be, even with a dark cloud over my head.
    ***
    The festival was more fun than I had expected. The people scattered along the banks of Serendipity Lake were having too much fun to care about me being there—at least, that was how it seemed. Parents played with their kids, older people sat on folding chairs enjoying their drinks, teenagers ate burgers and hot dogs while sitting on picnic blankets and gazing at the water.
    Rachel had brought a picnic basket and blanket, choosing not to join us on Dustin’s boat. She wanted to catch up with some friends.
    As Dustin and I strolled barefoot along the bank, holding hands, I felt like I belonged to a community again. When someone passed us and said hello, I didn’t question their motives, didn’t ask if they were being sincere. I let my hair down and let myself enjoy the night with the man I loved.
    The edges of the small white boat were decorated with blooms and in the middle stood two white buckets filled with fresh red and white rose petals. They smelled like heaven.
    Dustin helped me into the boat and we sat on white padded seats.
    “This is so beautiful,” I said, eyeing the champagne. I had been opposed to drinking alcohol for a long time, but lately I enjoyed a glass of wine or champagne now and then. I had long decided that one glass wouldn’t turn me into the alcoholic my mother had been.
    “I’m glad you like it.” Dustin kissed me and held my face between his hands for a moment. “I’m so proud of you. And man, am I proud to call you my girl.”
    “Thank you. I love you.”
    When the clock struck midnight, we were out in the middle of the lake. Together we threw our petals overboard along with everyone else on shore and in their own boats. People cheered and music played, and happiness permeated the air and seeped into my bones.
    I felt joy, love, freedom. I prayed the feeling would stay with me for as long as possible, that it would follow me into the new day, the next week, the next month, and maybe longer. I didn’t want to let it go. I would clutch on to the happiness that had landed in my lap, even when I didn’t believe I deserved it. Even when I knew it wouldn’t last.
     

Chapter Sixteen
     
    I drove down Cedar Street with the country music station at high volume, on my way home from a quick meal with Becca—at the Serendipity Memorial cafeteria—before she started her night shift.
    Feeling free and