Having Fun with Mr. Wrong by Celia T. Franklin Read Free Book Online Page A

front of being the doting and loving boyfriend in front of the counselor hadn’t helped either.
    He fondled her breast and kissed her neck, whispering, “Carmala, please forgive me. It isn’t you. It’s these guys.”
    He rubbed the bulge of his erection against her.
    “Well, knock it off. Remember the counselor said you can’t control the behavior of other people around me, but you can control your feelings about me. I am the one who counts. I control my behavior. I deal with those men on a professional basis.” They’d tried several sessions, then quit the counseling. Maybe they should go back. Then again, maybe not. It was a total waste of money.
    “I know your job is important to you. Part of me knows that you have to do a little schmoozing. Maybe you can stick to Perrier?”
    She turned and pulled back. “I am an adult woman. You need to trust me to make the right decisions. If you rob me of my power and my independence, then what will I have left?”
    “I understand.” He lowered his gaze, but she wasn’t finished.
    “I don’t go out with a client very often, but sometimes I have to for my livelihood. I don’t want to hear you complain about it again!”
    “I’m sorry if I overreacted.” He brushed a loose strand of hair off her face and blinked his big, brown sultry eyes, which instantly melted her resolve.
    Manipulator.
    The argument had exhausted her, and Carmala wanted a nap, badly.
    “Let’s take a nap and then get ready for tonight.”
    He put his arms around her and kissed her neck, right where it gave her shivers.
    Ah, the tingles felt so good running up her spine and exploding in her brain. She couldn’t help it. She wanted more. He didn’t deny her, kissing her neck, licking between her breasts while lightly, ever so lightly, he touched the tips of her nipples. He continued to tease her. Before she knew it, she was moaning in his ear, begging him to take her. But he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted yet. His mouth met her areola on her left breast, and he licked around it repeatedly and then slowly moved to the other, doing the same while lightly touching the other nipple.
    Wet now, more than enough to take him, she tugged at his hips, but he pulled away. He continued his slow progression, sucking on her nipples with firm pressure and moved his hand down to her legs, spreading them wider and then barely touching the delicate folds of her essence. Guido applied more pressure, tapping her clitoris. She orgasmed against his fingertips.
    Nibbling and licking a trail, he lowered his mouth, arousing her passion once again. Then, finally, touching his tongue to her sex, he took possession of her. She gave into the sweet assault, and her mind went blank, riding waves of pleasure and feeling orgasms rippling through her. When she could take no more, she burst into another orgasm that raked her whole body.
    He continued to lick until she pushed him away. But she wanted something else. As though reading her mind, he lay on top of her, plunging deep, over and over. Mindless passion washed over her as one final internal orgasm gripped her while at the same time, he released his own.
    Now spent, Carmala collapsed into Guido’s arms. The arguments and disagreements could never outweigh the passion they shared.

Chapter Five
    Thursday, the day before Carmala’s last day at Banter, the office bustled with activity. Not a good time to talk. She called Bill Cicieri and explained she had news for him and wanted to meet him for lunch. Luckily he was available and agreed to meet with her.
    Only a five-minute walk from her office, the Thai Bistro had been a favorite lunch spot for Carmala because of its healthy fresh food. The clamor of the crowded restaurant assaulted her ears as she entered the restaurant at the height of New York lunch hour. She spotted Bill right away. As soon as she sat down, the waiter came to take their orders. No doubt, he was anxious to get them going, so he could serve more