The Price of Fame by Hazel Gower Read Free Book Online Page A

tonight he was leaving, and Kylie had to keep reminding herself he would be coming back. Her pep talks didn’t seem to be working because her heart felt as though it was being squeezed.
    Kylie lay in bed, cuddling Markus as he spoke into the phone. She’d started to understand little bits of Greek when he spoke slowly, but when he spoke this fast in Greek, she understood nothing of what was said. He didn’t sound happy. His face was a granite mask as he spoke through gritted teeth. His hand had stopped making soothing circles down her back, and his body had stiffened against her.
    She’d noticed Markus’ stress levels increasing. Markus didn’t talk to her about his work, and in a way, she was thankful, but the strain had begun to show. The easygoing man she’d been falling for had turned tense, uneasy, and had become tightly wound.
    Kylie tried to look on the bright side about him going home for a week. She hoped this little break would give them time to see if this relationship was really going anywhere, and she could sort out her feelings.
    Markus gripped her tighter as she tried to get out of bed. It was nine-thirty, and since she’d been with Markus, her usually early mornings had all been non-existent. Kylie didn’t know if she would be able to get back into her routine.
    Pushing at Markus’ chest, she managed to get out of his hold. She walked to the bathroom and turned the shower taps on. While waiting for the hot water, she did her morning ritual before getting in the shower under the hot spray.
    Kylie closed her eyes, excited about the day ahead before she had to drive him to the airport. That’d been a sore point. He hadn’t wanted her to drive all the way to Sydney Airport just to drop him off, but she wanted to give him a farewell to remember.
    Hands slipped around her, pulling her into his body. “Why didn’t you wait for me? You know how much I love showering with you.”
    “Because we have too much to do today, and when we shower together, I always feel like I need another shower afterward.”
    He chuckled against her neck as he trailed kisses down it. She maneuvered out of his hold and got out of the shower before they got carried away.
    Wrapping the towel around herself, she shot a glare at Marcus. “I’d like to make it out for my walk today before lunch please. My poor Buddha is probably crazy lonely.” She let out a groan as he stared at the towel she gripped, as though if he looked long enough, it would magically disappear. “Stop that. We had lots of going-away sex last night. It’s all we’ve done the last couple of days. You’re turning me into a sex-crazed woman.”
    He got out of the shower, not even bothering with a towel. She let out a sigh as the water droplets slid down his perfect six-pack abs. Maybe she should dry him; she was kind of thirsty. He laughed, coming to her and picking her up. Markus plastered her back against the bathroom door, and she wrapped her legs around him.
    “ Omorphoula , that’s the way I like you, ready for me always.”
    The towel fell from her grip, and he lined his penis up with her wet pussy and thrust home.
    “Yep, just the way I like it. “ Her head fell back against the wall as he pulled his cock out before slamming home. “Tell me you’ll miss me.”
    Capturing his face between her hands, she panted. “I suppose I’ll miss this.”
    He gave a mock growl and covered her lips with his. His hands caressed her breasts, and he slipped out of her, hovering at her entrance. Markus’ tongue tangled with hers as they fought to get more of each other.
    “Tell me I’m the only one for you.”
    She tried to push herself back down on his dick.
    “Tell me you believe me when I say you’re mine always and forever.” She looked into his sky-blue eyes, watching as they darkened with his lust and something else she couldn’t quite describe, love maybe. Markus’ hand came up to caress her cheek. “I knew the moment you touched me that you were