For Your Love by Candy Caine Read Free Book Online

out for dinner. Chinese. Hope you don’t mind.”
    Swallowing hard a couple of times, Orson found his voice. “What a pleasant surprise.” What he actually had wanted to say was, “Why are you here? Dumped by your lover?”
    Heather gave out a throaty chuckle as she sashayed down the stairs. “You look so surprised to see me. I do live here, you know.”
    “Sometimes I’m not too certain.”
    Ignoring his sarcasm, she gave him a look that stopped any other negative thoughts cold and purred sexily as she went to set the dining room table. “Change quickly into something more comfortable before the food gets cold.”
    Dinner turned out to be pleasantly reminiscent of the kind they’d shared together during the early years of their marriage. She sat so close to him that he felt her heat on his thigh. Every so often, she’d stroke his thigh, never quite touching his thickening shaft, sending exciting vibrations zinging through his body.
    Afterward, they retired to the den and sat cuddled together sipping wine as romantic music played softly in the background. Orson felt so hot and excited that the chilled wine warmed as it slid down his throat. Just as he didn’t think he could take much more of this seduction, she unzipped his pants and took him in her hand. Ringing the tip of his engorged penis with the pads of her fingers caused him to gasp. Heather smiled and began to stroke him expertly. With a growl he pulled her down on the rug, his big body covering hers. The love they made was so exciting that he could hardly remember why he’d hired a private investigator in the first place.
     
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    Heather’s thoughts were quite different in nature as she clasped his body to hers with her legs. She thought of being compensated for all this tiresome sex with a man she could no longer stand. The only thing that kept her there was the money. With a little luck, Orson will have a stroke or heart attack. She consoled herself with that thought as he grunted like a rutting pig. She wanted to scream.
    God, how she wished he were anything like Salvatore—or Martin.
     
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    The following day, Haywood followed Heather to the Fountain Hills Branch Library on N. Montana Drive. Haywood, living in Gilbert, hadn’t been to this library before. Assuming this library was similar to his and had only one way in and out, he parked where he could safely watch the door without being obvious.
    Her long blonde hair was loose and caught the sun’s rays making it shimmer. For one quick moment, he wondered how it would feel to run his fingers through it. Then he remembered how he’d had the same desire years back. His eyes filled with tears of pain as he recalled how hurt and embarrassed she’d made him feel. That day had resulted in an emotional scar that covered a deep wound that had taken a very long time to heal. He shook his head as he tried to rid his mind of the thought, reminding himself why he was there and how much he’d like to even the score.
    As Haywood sat in his Camaro cleaning his nails and keeping his eyes on Heather’s car, he thought about the pretty African-American real estate agent he’d met the other day. Although petite she was shapely and had a nicely rounded ass. Her clothes were real fancy and everything about her shouted class. She wasn’t like any of the girls he’d ever dated. He knew she was trying to get him to rent an apartment, but he sensed she liked him a little, too. She seemed to be a real nice person underneath her aggressive real estate persona and not just a phony bitch trying to use him. No, she appeared to be the polar opposite of Heather.
    He’d consoled himself with this sobering thought years ago: if you stripped away Heather’s beauty, all you’d find was an empty cookie jar, devoid of all sweets. That woman was just icing over a rotten cake. Sure he’d hoped to find something bad on her to report back to Hemmings to even up the score. He was human and she had once mortified