The Consequences of That Night by Jennie Lucas Read Free Book Online Page B

milk in the fridge or having his bed made perfectly? Who cared about it being made at all, so long as he had her in it?
    Emma yawned, her eyes closing as she settled deeper into his arms. Leaning forward, he kissed her softly on the temple. His own eyelids were heavy.
    As she drowsed in his arms, he still shuddered with aftershocks of pleasure from their lovemaking. Making love without a condom, to a woman he liked and trusted, was a wholly new experience.
    He’d certainly never had it with his wife.
    Cesare looked down at Emma’s face, half-hidden in shadow as she slept in his arms. She looked like a slumbering angel, her black eyelashes stark against her pale skin, and masses of her long, glossy dark hair tumbling over the pillow.
    He felt exhausted, utterly spent. But as he closed his eyes, he smiled. He’d proved his point, and he was suddenly glad Emma had quit her job with him. That meant she’d be available for full-time pleasure. Their relationship might last for weeks, even months, now she understood there was no love involved. There would be no arguments, no goals of marriage or children to fight over. They could just enjoy each other’s company for as long as the pleasure lasted.... He fell asleep, smiling and warm.
    When he woke, the shadows of the room had changed to the soft gray light of dawn. Emma was stirring in his arms. He saw she was looking up at him with big, limpid eyes.
    “Good morning,” she said shyly.
    Cesare stroked her cheek with amusement. “Good morning.”
    She bit her lip. “Um. If you want to go sleep in your own room, I’ll understand....”
    He placed a finger to her lips, gently stopping her. “I don’t.”
    Her expression suddenly glowed. “You don’t?”
    He didn’t blame her for being surprised. He was somewhat surprised himself. Usually he couldn’t wait to get out of a woman’s bed the morning after. He usually left long before morning, in fact.
    But he felt oddly comfortable with Emma. He didn’t need to pretend with her, or play games, or be polite. It was strange, but he felt like he could just be himself, without trying to hide his flaws. How could he hide them? She knew them all.
    “I’m hungry,” Emma confessed, sitting up. “I can’t stop thinking about fried eggs and bacon and oranges...”
    Cesare kissed her bare shoulder. He was not thinking about food. “We could go down to the kitchen.” He let his fingertips trail over her breast. “Or we could have a little breakfast in bed first....”
    “Yes,” she whispered, lifting her lips toward his. He stroked back her wildly tousled black hair.
    “I’m so glad you came to your senses,” he murmured as he kissed her.
    She drew back with a frown. “My senses?”
    He smiled, twisting a long black tendril of her hair around his finger. “You are going to be a very enjoyable bit of carry-on baggage.”
    “Oh, so now I’m baggage, am I?”
    “I’ve decided you were right.”
    Her green eyes suddenly shone. “You did?”
    “I’m glad you quit,” he said lazily, running the pad of his thumb over her nipple, for the masculine pleasure of watching it instantly pebble beneath his touch. “I need to be in Asia tomorrow, Berlin on Friday.”
    Lifting a dark eyebrow, she said lightly, “And I need to take that job in Paris.”
    “You’re thinking about your job?” He snorted. “I want you to come with me.”
    “Give up my career to do what—just hang out in your bed?”
    “Can you think of a better idea?”
    “I like my career.” Her voice had a new edge to it. “I’m good at it.”
    “Of course you are. The best,” he said soothingly. He hadn’t meant to insult her. “But I’ll cover your expenses while you’re with me. We can just both enjoy ourselves. For however long this lasts.”
    “Are you joking?” She sounded almost angry.
    Cesare was still waiting for her burst of excited joy and arms to be thrown around him at the brilliance of his plan. Her joy didn’t seem to be