Mixed up in March (Spring River Valley Book 3) by Clarice Wynter Read Free Book Online

hadn’t bothered to pull the heavy curtains closed last night and now, sunrise in the city burst through the windows with a vengeance. Emerson lay next to him, her hair a mass of unruly curls across her bare shoulders.
    He stretched and blew a puff of air at her nape to get her attention. She stirred, mumbling something he couldn’t make out. He blew again, and this time she tried to brush the intrusion away. After a third try she groaned and rolled over to face him. “Don’t you have anything better to do with your lips?”
    He slid his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “I do have lots of better things to do, but I had to get your attention somehow.”
    She shifted her gorgeous legs and twined them with his. “You’ve got it now. Show me your stuff.”
    He accepted the challenge and drew the light sheet over their heads, creating a glowing tent over them, under which he demonstrated some acrobatics that ended up with her nestled beneath him. She giggled and attempted to squirm away. “I hope you’ve got a condom left…”
    “I have three, and I intend to use them all before we check out.”
    “You’re insatiable.”
    “Thank you.” He kissed her neck, her shoulders, and landed at her navel which he lavished some attention on while she moaned and made circles with her fingers in his hair. Together they retrieved a foil packet, and she helped him place the condom over his morning erection. She gasped as he entered her and locked eyes with him, clinging to him as he began to move.
    “This is the…ah…best business trip I’ve ever been on.”
    “Me too…I guess we should thank the hotel for…screwing up your reservation.”
    “Did you just say screwing?”
    “Ironic, isn’t it?”
    They laughed and rolled over together in a tangle of limbs. Emmy rose above him and stretched herself across his chest. “What happens now?”
    He shifted his hips. “I thought you were familiar with this move, but I’d be happy to demonstrate in slow motion if you want to take notes.”
    “I mean with us. My flight is at noon. When’s yours?”
    “One thirty. I still have an appointment this morning.”
    “So we both go back up north and then what?”
    “Are you asking if we’re going to see each other again?”
    “Outside of work.”
    “That was my plan.”
    “So this isn’t just a one-time thing?”
    Jared stopped moving. He took Emerson’s face in his hands and kissed her once, longingly. “I hope not. This was…amazing. I’m not ready for it to end.”
    A pink blush washed over her, and she returned his kiss, deeply, hungrily. “Me neither. How about we meet for lunch on Monday…at Colette’s?”
    “I’ll be there or anywhere you want.”
    “There’s only place I want you right now.”
    “Where’s that?”
    She showed him. And by the time they were ready to check out they’d made good use of his three remaining condoms.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Thanks for watching Pauly for me. I hope he wasn’t too much trouble,” Emmy said as she fell into her favorite armchair. Her best friend, Evie Prentice, sat across from her on the couch, sipping the iced tea Emerson had just handed her.
    Pauly, Emmy’s three-year-old gray tabby, hopped up on Emerson’s knee and curled himself into a ball on her lap.
    “He was no trouble. In fact, he helped me write my article. I was doing a piece on how people treat their pets like children, and he was a big help.”
    Emmy laughed. “Why because I spoil him so badly? I hope you didn’t use my name. I don’t want people to know I’m that kind of crazy.”
    “I made up a name, but I mentioned the personalized cat bed, the photo album, and how you had to call to talk to him before you got on the plane.”
    “I called to talk to you; he just happened to be around.”
    Evie rolled her eyes. “So are we done making small talk now? I want to get to the headlines. Tell me everything about this guy you met!”
    Emmy stroked Pauly ’s ears as she sketched out the