Sandra lounged beneath the scented water, her hair piled on the top of her head, soft jazz music playing over the speaker of her old iPod and a glass of organic orange juice on the tub’s rim. They had arrived at the hotel shortly after eleven that morning, where Creighton left her to attend to some work at the office. She decided to enjoy the time alone and filled the bath with hot water then lavishly enjoyed a homemade facial. The past several weeks had brought one event after another and she found herself lost in the turmoil. It had only been three weeks since Andre Marez tried to kill Sabrina. The family had stepped in to help take care of Olivia, Giovanni’s young daughter, while her father recovered from a gunshot wound Sabrina’s ex-fiancé had given him, and Creighton kept his private plane on standby for Peter, who traveled between England and France. Irena was on the road to recovery but was still in the hospital, though her injuries were mending quite well. She was going throu
Sandra frowned when he climbed across the edge of the soaker-style tub and reached for the towel.“Up, wench,” he ordered with a wicked grin. “I am in the mood to play with you and I don’t want to do it in a tub filled with smelly oil.”“But it’s made me soft and slippery,” she smiled as she stood up.“And I am going to take advantage of that fact, but not in here. I want you spread out across that large bed so I can tease the hell out of you.”“Only tease?” she asked as she allowed him to wrap the soft towel around her.“Tease, play, shag. Once I start there won’t be any stopping until it’s time for supper.”“In that case,” she smiled, raising her arms in the same manner their daughter did when she wanted her daddy to lift her up in his strong embrace. “Please proceed.” Creighton laughed as he bent over and lifted her legs off the ground then turned and carried her into the bedroom portion of the four-room suite. He laid her gently to the bed before stretching out next to her, his l
“More?” he asked again.“Yes, damn it,” she snapped, listening to his deep chuckle.Moving the wand down her torso, he paused momentarily to play with the jewel in her navel before continuing to the spot he knew she was eager to have played with. Tracing his initials across her body, he smiled, knowing the anticipation of where he would touch next was driving her crazy.“Please,” she whimpered, and he looked up into her flushed face.“What do you want, Sandra?” he asked in a low husky voice.“I want to cum,” she begged.“Do you want it hard?”“Yes. Now. Please.”Creighton tossed the crop aside and turned the speed up on the wand then pressed it against her clitoris. Almost immediately, she cried out, her hips raising slightly off the bed as she tried to writhe against his touch. Her orgasm was deep and urgent, and she knew he was prolonging it deliberately. Gently, he reached down beneath the wand’s ball and opened her labia wider, smiling as she screamed her continued release. She t
Irena sat in the small wheelchair waiting impatiently for the therapist to come and get her. One more day in this place before she would be able to go home where she would not have someone coming in to check on her every fifteen minutes to see if she was alright. God, what she wouldn’t give for a burger and a good night’s sleep, she thought, tapping her fingers on the side of the chair.The sounds of phones ringing in the hall echoed through the quiet room making the wait seem that much longer. The squeaking sound of rubber soled shoes on the tiled floors was like nails on a chalkboard. The cart that brought the patients their meals had a horrible rubbing sound as it limped its way down the corridors. With a disgruntled sigh she reached for her cane next to the bedside table and pushed the door closed. Perhaps a few moments of peace would help calm her irritation.Slowly, she closed her eyes, trying not to surrender to the quiet. The last thing she needed right now was to fall asleep.
“You will have to continue with your therapy at least three times a week,” Pierre told her an hour later when her session had ended.“I know, and thanks to my brother and my boyfriend, I’ve already got someone lined up when we get back home.”“How are you getting there? England will not be a comfortable ride if you do it by train.”“My brother Creighton owns a private plane, so I’ll be flying. As far as the car ride to and from the airport, I’m sure it will be fine.”“You’ll have to rely on your medical experience to guard against DVT and clots. We will send you home with a walker and you have your canes. The sooner you get out of the wheelchair, the quicker your recovery will be.”“I’m aware of all of that,” Irena said shortly. “I don’t have to be told how to take care of myself.”“The nurses said you haven’t used your walker,” Pierre continued as he pushed her down the corridor toward her room, wondering if the woman was as disagreeable with everyone, or just him. “I wasn’t aware y
“They don’t have to be so damn good at it.”Peter stood and gathered the food containers together, then slipped them back in his satchel.“Creighton arranged for a therapist for when you get home,” he continued. “We’ll be back in Yorkshire on Saturday and you can rest up Sunday, but we need to get everything arranged for Monday when we go back to the flat.”“What’s the rush?” Irena asked with an angry stare. “I need time to recover surgery before I’m forced to try and walk. I am tired and I need rest. I don’t need people pushing me into doing more than I’m capable of.”“Your therapist said you’re doing well. The more you do, the sooner you get up and start pushing yourself, the quicker you will recover. With your pregnancy, the added weight is only going to hinder your recovery if you delay.”“I’m so sick of hearing people say how hard this pregnancy is going to be,” she snapped. “I’m most likely going to have to deliver by cesarean section anyway, so my being able to walk to the deli
Creighton sat at his desk in London, the contract for the buyout open in front of him. His solicitors had contacted him earlier that morning and told him the owner wanted to negotiate a higher price. Despite his poor management of the company, he was insisting it was worth far more than Creighton was willing to pay. The way it looked, he may just back out of the deal and wait until it landed in the lap of the bankruptcy courts. At least he knew there were no other offers on the table.A soft knock sounded at the door and Creighton looked up as Michelle walked in. He smiled at the pregnant woman, feeling sympathy for her condition. It had been an agreement with her lover that she would carry the second child, and since the birth of their son, George, nearly six years ago, Michelle had found one excuse after another to avoid keeping her promise. She was afraid of having to have a cesarean section like her lover had. Rachel, however, was much firmer than even Creighton had assumed. She
Sandra drew a deep breath and sat up on the large bed she shared with her husband. The sun shone warm through the open drapes, though the air was cool with the approaching autumn. The sounds of farm life echoed into the stillness of the room. It was a content feeling, despite the twisting sensations in her stomach.Grace napped contentedly next to her mother while Brandon’s laughter drifted up from the side yard, mixed with the excited barking of Max. This would have been the perfect lazy summer day if it were not for the lingering nausea of her third pregnancy.Sandra had to admit, this had been her hardest so far. Creighton wanted a large family – four children at least – which she had agreed with, until this pregnancy took over her entire life. The occasional day of peace was coming more frequently now that she was entering into her second trimester, but it was days like today that made her rethink her agreement for a full house. So far today, she had taken two naps by lunch, thre