From Now Until Infinity (2) by Layne Harper Read Free Book Online Page B

his own release. When he’s finished, he rolls us on to our sides not breaking contact with our bodies.
    “You’re the most amazing woman in the world, Doctor Collins,” he says brushing my hair out of my face.
    I give him a shy smile, “I love you.”
    We hold each other enjoying the contented silence between us before I quietly speak. “Thank you for sharing the reporter’s notes with me. I’m happy that you let us handle this crisis together.”
    He begins to say something, but I put my finger over his lips silencing him. “I want to be included in the good and the bad because that’s what a real relationship’s about.”
    Colin starts moving his semi erect penis inside me and says jokingly, “the good” while he reaches down and pinches my nipple hard and gives me a devil smile “the bad.”
    I know that’s his way of ending our conversation on the subject, and I’m okay with it.
    “Well, Mr. McKinney, you’ve caused me to work up some kind of appetite,” I tease him. “Now, take me to dinner.”
    “Your wish is my command,” he replies while athletically leaping out of bed.
     
    * * *
     
    I rolled my eyes when Colin insisted on taking a town car to the restaurant. It’s only about a half mile walk from our hotel, but I was soon very thankful when I realized that my heels weren’t made for walking on the uneven, broken sidewalks of the French Quarter.
    Colin holds the door open for me as we walk into the restaurant. He places his hand on my back and guides me toward the hostess stand. The hostess is dressed all in black and is maybe twenty-years-old. Her blue eyes immediately flash in recognition. She gives Colin a flirty smile and smoldering eyes. The look she gives me is not near as friendly.
    “We had reservations for eight o’clock. Colin McKinney.” Then in his awe shucks voice, he says, “We got a bit delayed.”
    “It’s alright, Mr. McKinney,” she coos. “We held your table.”
    Of course you did. We’re an hour late, but he’s Colin.Fucking.McKinney.
    We follow her cute, perky, swishing behind as she shows us to our table. God bless Colin. He keeps his chin up and doesn’t seem to notice her best ASSet. When we arrive at our table, Colin pulls the chair out for me and pushes me into the table once I’m seated. Then, he takes his own seat.
    As the hostess hands him his menu, she gushes, “Do you mind if I take a picture with you? I’m a huge Dallas fan. I know. I know. I live in New Orleans, but I grew up right outside of Dallas. My friends would think that it’s so awesome to see a picture with you on Instagram.”
    He smiles his camera ready smile, not the one that he saves for me. “Sure,” he says in his good ol’ boy way.
    Then, she hands me her smart phone. “Do you mind?” she asks.
    Just as I reach up to take the phone from her, Colin intercepts it. “She’s my girlfriend, and that’s rude. Why don’t you find someone else to take the picture?”
    I’m flabbergasted. Here’s the deal. I really don’t mind taking the picture, but my heart almost explodes for the man that he remembered how much I hated having women’s cameras shoved at me.
    “Uh… Sure… But she’s not Sasha Stone,” the hostess says in confusion.
    Colin reaches across the table and grabs my hand and replies only to me while he looks into my lavender eyes, “you’re sure right about that.”
    And not to be deterred, the hostess grabs a passing waiter and hands him her phone. “Do you mind?” she asks the poor guy.
    Colin stands up and the hostess wraps her arms around Colin’s waist. He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Here’s a fact that I’m not too pleased with. I hate her arms wrapped around my man. I’ve got the overwhelming desire to pull out my hand sanitizer and spray it all over him when he sits back down. Instead, I smile the blandest smile possible.
    She squeals when she sees the picture and happily dances back to the hostess stand typing on her