Target (An erotic romantic novella) by Rosie L Read Free Book Online Page B

lovely to live somewhere like this forever.  Where you can just walk down to your own private beach, and...”
    “And have sex?” he interrupted with a grin.  She slapped him.
    “No, and have a swim, I was going to say, although the sex on the beach is rather appealing too.”  He laughed, and tucked an elbow under his head.
    “So, if you had the opportunity to live somewhere like this, would you.  Or would you miss the city?” he asked.
    “Yes, I think I would.  I used to love living in the city when I was younger.  Easy for clubs and restaurants, but now,” she sighed, turning to him.  “Now I think I would prefer sex on a beach.”  Rick laughed.
    “Where else?” he asked.
    “Where else what?” she questioned.
    “Where else would you like to have sex?”  Her eyes, skimmed his handsome face.
    “With you, anywhere,” she whispered seductively.  He rolled onto his side, and ran a finger down her nose.
    “Okay , how about we pick somewhere.”  She thought for a moment.
    “But the kids are coming Saturday?” she then said.
    “Doesn’t matter, I know this estate like the back of my hand, all the land, the woods, the barns?” he said, lifting an eyebrow.
    “The woods,” she said.  “Just as it is about to get dark,” she suggested. He licked his lips in thought.
    “Will you wear the shoes I brought you?” he asked.
    “In the woods?” she questioned and he nodded.
    “Okay, if you like.”
    “When then?” he asked.
    “Tomorrow evening, after dinner,” she proposed, she did not want to wait until Saturday.
    “I know the perfect place, no one would find us.  Come on we should head back.”  He jumped up and began gathering the picnic basket together.   His eyes darting to her, he watched as she took off her bikini and slipped on her shorts and t-shirt.  He shook his head, Jesus he was falling hard and fast.
    “Rick, I have never done something like this before,” she said, as she took his hand.  Turning her to him, he ran his hand through her long, dark, wet hair and kissed her.
    “Me neither,” he replied , truthfully.  He was going to have to tell her, he knew he was, maybe tomorrow, or Saturday.
    As they walked across the car park Rick’s phone rang.
    “Sorry,” he apologised, as he delved in his rucksack and grabbed it.
    “Rick Hemmingway,” he answered.  She smiled; it was such a nice name, Rick Hemmingway, Sarah Hemmingway.  Sh e shut her mouth, what was she thinking!  She had known him a day.  As before, he walked away from her whilst he was talking.  He was frowning, he looked angry and she was a little concerned.
    “Are you sure?” Rick said, grinding his teeth.
    “Yes Sir, there is no doubt; he was identified from the picture.”
    “Will he testify?” Rick asked.
    “I don’t think so Sir, he is too scared.”
    “Damn it.  Okay, good work.”
    “Sir, someone has been asking questions about you, about what you are doing, where you are staying.  I think you should be careful,” the voice told him.
    “Did anyone say where I was,” Rick asked.  The line went quiet.  “Andy - Andy…” Rick frowned he could hear someone listening.  “Who is there?  Where is Andy?”  The line went dead.  Fuck, he growled.  He bit is lower lip and looked across at Sarah.  Dialling his phone, he waited.
    “Sir,” the voice answered, and Rick breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Mark is everything okay, is the girl okay?” he rushed.
    “Yes Sir, we should land in an hour, we have an ambulance ready to take us to the hospital,” he confirmed .
    “Good.  Mark I lost contact with Andy, something is wrong.  I think he knows , I think he was there.”
    “Damn,” the voice said quietly.
    “I don’t know how much, Andy may have talked.  I am going to make a call to Beckenham, see if we can get her in there.  The hospital and ambulance could be compromised, I will give them a code word, um ….” he stuttered, he could not think.  He glanced at Sarah.