Suspicion of Madness by Barbara Parker Read Free Book Online

sucking blood. Unless she played a lawyer."
    Anthony smiled. "Well, she became a cult figure as a female vampire."
    "Oh, great. Just don't let her near your neck."
    "Vampira and a client with tattoos and spiked hair." With a groan Anthony let his head fall into his hands. "It's all going to go away tomorrow."
    Gail laughed. "Buy some garlic and a wooden stake before you talk to her."
    "Yes, I will, and a cross." His smile lingered as he continued to look at Gail, and his gaze grew intense. Shifting closer he opened his mouth over hers, slid his tongue inside, bit her bottom lip, then nibbled his way down the side of her neck. "Te voy a chupar la sangre." With a growl, he pushed her over on the sofa and stretched out between her legs. His breath scorched her ear. "Te voy a devorar. I'm going to eat you up."
    "All of me." She put her hands under his shirt and dug her nails into his back. "Until there's nothing left."
    "Quisiera casarnos aquí mismo en los cayos."
    Pushing him up by the shoulders, she said, "What was that?"
    His eyes shifted on hers. "I said… No, you tell me. What did I say?"
    "Something about getting married here. Is that what you said? Here in the Keys? You mean… before we go home?"
    "You want to?"
    "Very funny."
    "You know something?" He pulled her arms from around his neck. "They might still do that at the Inn." There was a writing desk under the front window. Anthony crossed the room and opened the leather-bound book that contained information about the resort. "Where— Ah. Here it is." He came back reading a brochure. Its cover showed a beach, a palm tree, a man in a tux and a woman in a white dress. They held champagne glasses and gazed rapturously into each other's eyes,WEDDINGS AT THE BUTTONWOOD INN.
    Gail fell back on the sofa. "Oh, my God."
    "Look at this. They could give us a preacher, a live band, a dinner, a cake. Here's a good one. Sunset wedding on the beach. What about that?" He whistled. "The prices! Wait. We save money this way, no big reception for all our friends and relatives in Miami."
    "Your client almost killed himself! The Greenwalds aren't going to host a wedding, even if the resort were open for business, which it isn't."
    "Billy's going to be fine. All right, we can get married at the branch courthouse in Tavernier. Uh-oh, there's a three-day waiting period. Three days. That means... Coño. Saturday. You wanted to be back in Miami on Saturday. Well, we could be married by a notary after midnight on Friday, have a very short honeymoon, and you can make it to Miami in the morning in time to pick up trash with Karen. What do you think?"
    Gail smiled up at him. "I'm sure she'd understand. 'Oh, Karen, guess what? While we were in the Keys, Anthony and I got married, and we're moving to his house.'"
    "Sweetheart, if you're going to share a bed with me, don't you think it's better to be married to do it?" As she started laughing, he shook his finger. "We're setting a very bad example for your daughter. I feel terrible about it. We can't put it off any longer."
    "Yes, we can. We have to."
    He shrugged. "Whatever you say." He tossed the brochure onto the end table. "Are you sure about June? Maybe we should wait until Karen graduates from high school. I don't want to rush you." He gave her a look, tilting his head to match hers. He pursed his lips in a kiss. "¿Qué pasa, bonboncita? "
    "I don't know when you're serious."
    "Yes, you do. ¿Tú me quieres?"
    "Of course I love you."
    "I love you too." He leaned over and brushed his mouth across hers. "Tell me what I'm serious about doing now. Dime donde quieres tu primer beso."
    Where did she want the first kiss? She told him. And the one after that, and the next...
     
    The bed was solid mahogany, too heavy to creak or thud on the floor. With no other guests at the resort, who could hear the noises they made? Making love in a strange bed always made it more erotic, Gail thought. These pillows were firmer under her hips, the sheets felt