Steamy Read for this Valentine’s Weekend #EroticRomance #InterracialErotica #IAN #ASMSG

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Fall in love with the steamy novel, DESIGNING LOVE.

DesigningLove_FinalLargeWorld renowned architect, Devon Sparks reluctantly accepts the job of designing a house for his former lover, who’d betrayed him with his best friend. Still a little emotionally battered, Devon is content to never love again, until Josephine shows up on his doorstep.

Josephine Burnett, a brilliant interior designer, is thrilled to be working on such a big project with Devon. She relishes the opportunity to showcase her talents, but wonders if accepting the job was a mistake in the face of Devon’s rude behavior. Soon she discovers the man behind the cold, hard exterior is capable of smoldering passion…

A passion she finds hard to deny.

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DesigningLove_FinalLargeWorld renowned architect, Devon Sparks reluctantly accepts the job of designing a house for his former lover, who’d betrayed him with his best friend. Still a little emotionally battered, Devon is content to never love again, until Josephine shows up on his doorstep.

Josephine Burnett, a brilliant interior designer, is thrilled to be working on such a big project with Devon. She relishes the opportunity to showcase her talents, but wonders if accepting the job was a mistake in the face of Devon’s rude behavior. Soon she discovers the man behind the cold, hard exterior is capable of smoldering passion…

A passion she finds hard to deny.

Can they break free from their emotional restraints to experience the sultry heat of their love?

 

A pair of shorts hung loosely over his legs and a muscle shirt clung to his torso and arms. With his head dipped and his taped hands balled into fists, his body swayed.

Bolted to the ceiling, a punching bag swung lazily before him.

He stepped back then lunged forward. His biceps flexed as he struck the bag, and again with the other fist. Perspiration leaked down his face and arm, and popped off his muscles as he repeatedly pummeled the bag with angry force.  

Her mouth went dry just watching him. Everything bulged and contracted with his movement.

Heat flared up between her thighs. Blinking rapidly, she grabbed onto the door handle and sucked in a shaky breath. Maybe she should’ve rejected his proposal and gone back to the hotel to think things through. Seeing him like this would only make it harder to concentrate on the job at hand.

All of a sudden, his head snapped up and turned in her direction. Those eyes seized her where she stood.

Gasping, she spun around and scurried from the door. Hard rock music shattered the stillness of the corridor.

“Hey!”

Without looking back or thinking, she started to run like the boogey man was chasing her and would’ve screamed if her breath wasn’t caught in her throat.

“Josephine, why are you running?” Humor laced his voice.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

“Jesus woman, you’d think I was an axe murderer or something. I know I can be a bit of a douche sometimes, but I’m not scary, am I?”

Embarrassed, she turned to face him and met his azure gaze.

As he neared her, he soaked up the sweat from his neck with a small towel. His eyes slid down her body to her bare feet. Smiling, he took his time bringing his attention back to her face.

“I uh…” She swallowed hard then backed away from him. “I didn’t want to interrupt you so I—”

“Thought if you ran, I’d forget that I saw you standing there?” He raked his fingers through his sweat soaked hair and chuckled. “You move fast, but not that fast.”

His laughing eyes almost made her giggle at her own silliness, but in her hot and bothered condition, she couldn’t even crack a smile. Only thing she could do was gawk at him. She zoned in on his chiseled pecs and squirmed in place as moisture built at the juncture of her thighs. The pure masculine scent of him made her nipples stand on end.

If this man didn’t go shower and change right now, she’d give into the urge to lick the sweat right off of him.

“Did you need something?”

The softness of his voice increased the throbbing need circling her nether regions. She looked up into his face.

Something enticingly dangerous played on his expression. His lids lowered and the corner of his lips curved. He knew. He knew exactly what his sweaty masculine presence did to her and from the look on his face, he was about to act on it.

Ripping her gaze from his, she took another step back. “Uhm, I―I was just, looking around and…” Dammit, she’d always been quick with the tongue, now she couldn’t even think of what to say to iron out this incredibly awkward situation. “You―you have a lovely home. I hope, uh, I wasn’t being intrusive by taking a look around.” Feeling the heat of his body creep in on her, she took another step back.

“No, not at all.” The seduction in his eyes deepened. “Is that what you came down to tell me?” He took a step forward and made her attempt to flee more complicated.

Damn him! He’s not about to make me trip all over myself.

Josephine stood her ground, balled her fingers into a fist and lifted her chin. “Coffee!” Her voice echoed through the quiet space. “I was wondering where you kept the coffee. I want to make some.”

“Ah.” Pure amusement danced in his eyes. “Did you look in the refrigerator?”

Lowering her chin, she relaxed her stance. “No,” she muttered.

A wry smile flitted briefly across his sensuous lips. He took one lengthy step forward and closed the gap between them.

Trapped in the shadow of his allure, she couldn’t move. It was almost like he held her in place with his gaze. Her breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths. The heat radiating from his close proximity set her entire body ablaze.

“Goodness,” she pushed out on a shaky breath. “Where, uh―the, the coffee?”

“Refrigerator,” he whispered, lowering his head to hers.

Swallowing hard, she scampered back and nearly tripped over the first tread of the stairs. “Yep okay, got it, fridge.”

She squeezed the handrail, dashed up the stairs, and didn’t dare look back at him until she got to the second floor.

From the first floor, he stared up at her as he peeled the tape from his hands. “You have beautiful feet.” He then turned and ambled down the corridor.

She looked down at her feet. Her French manicured toes wiggled under her appraisal. She brushed a nervous hand over her locks, and sighed heavily before heading back up to the office.

Great. Just her luck to get one of the biggest projects of her career, to work alongside the nationally known architect, Devon Sparks, just to find out the hard way that behind the tough exterior, he was a goddamn Casanova.

And good at it to. 

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Sexy excerpt from Yvonne Nicolas’ novel, DESIGNING LOVE (Interracial Romance, erotic romance)

DesigningLove_FinalLargeWorld renowned architect, Devon Sparks reluctantly accepts the job of designing a house for his former lover, who’d betrayed him with his best friend. Still a little emotionally battered, Devon is content to never love again, until Josephine shows up on his doorstep.

Josephine Burnett, a brilliant interior designer, is thrilled to be working on such a big project with Devon. She relishes the opportunity to showcase her talents, but wonders if accepting the job was a mistake in the face of Devon’s rude behavior. Soon she discovers the man behind the cold, hard exterior is capable of smoldering passion…

A passion she finds hard to deny.

Can they break free from their emotional restraints to experience the sultry heat of their love?

By the elevator, Devon cradled her face and kissed her again. As his body pressed into hers, his lips traveled over her jawline then under her chin. He got to her neck then kissed and nibbled on her flesh.

Shivering uncontrollably, she stifled a moan. Azure eyes veiled in pure lust were fixed on her. He staggered back from her and stabbed the up button repeatedly, as if that would make the elevator arrive quicker.

Finally, the doors slid open.

He rushed in, pulling her with him. Her purse hit the floor and her back met the elevator wall. His body smashed into hers and he hungrily captured her mouth in a hot kiss. Her body temperature shot up to a blazing inferno.

The sliding barriers enclosed them in the small space, shutting out the world then it began to ascend.

Melting within a moment of rapture, they swallowed each other’s heavy moans, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.

Her mind screamed his name over and over, begging him to stop and continue at the same time. The sane part of her repeatedly nudged her, attempting to bring her back to reality, but the need to explore the fantasy created by his embrace overruled that part.

The taste of him and the velvety texture of his tongue charmed her, made her savor every bit of him. His mere essence and fragrance stamped her mind.

She’d never forget this moment, ever. Even without penetration, he was inside of her, pulling her under, going deeper and deeper, suffocating her in his sea of ecstasy.

It was almost too much to handle.

While one hand circled her waist, the other reached out to slam the emergency stop button. The box of lust drew to a shuddering halt.

He lifted her leg to his waist, then the other. She slipped her arms around his neck and crossed her ankles at the curve of his buttocks, locking her body against him. His fingers bit into her thighs as his erection pushed hard against her throbbing clit. The heat of his body seeped through their clothes and attacked her flesh.

This man in her arms had taken total control of her. His quickened heartbeat matched hers and the pulse shot down her body to her center.

OhmaGod, yes!

Groaning, he nipped and lapped at the flesh of her neck. He ground his length along her starving slit, adding sweet pressure, rolling and grinding his hips.

Her moans turned laborious. Those glorious strings of pleasure hovered around her mid-section, growing thicker and multiplying with the friction of his hardened cock and movement of his rocking body. She rotated her pelvis in unison with his steady strokes.

He mumbled something in crook of her neck, his hot breath fluttering against her flesh, but she was too far gone to make out the words.

Devon slipped a hand around her hip to her backside and delved into her pants. She gasped. The skin to skin contact arched her back. His fingers wedged deeply between her butt cheeks, he bucked against her to apply the final blow to her aching pearl.

She literally came undone.

The walls of her core quivered and contracted. She sucked in a shuddering breath and released a husky moan as wetness oozed from her slit and drenched her thin lace panties.

He made a wet trail from her neck, over her chin and to her mouth. The kiss, which was deep and unrelenting moments ago, was now soft and explorative. He slowly circled her winding tongue. His deep groans made her insides flutter. Between his teeth, he caught the tip of her tongue and nipped at it teasingly, sending gentle tremors through her.

Her whole damn body became a ball of sensitized nerves. She craved more of him, his hands and mouth all over her.

Suddenly, a broken, “Uh-hem,” sliced through their sexual spell.

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World renowned architect, Devon Sparks reluctantly accepts the job of designing a house for his former lover, who’d betrayed him with his best friend. Still a little emotionally battered, Devon is content to never love again, until Josephine shows up on his doorstep.

Josephine Burnett, a brilliant interior designer, is thrilled to be working on such a big project with Devon. She relishes the opportunity to showcase her talents, but wonders if accepting the job was a mistake in the face of Devon’s rude behavior. Soon she discovers the man behind the cold, hard exterior is capable of smoldering passion…

A passion she finds hard to deny.

Can they break free from their emotional restraints to experience the sultry heat of their love?

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Josephine’s Ride ~ Novel Excerpt

DesigningLove_FinalMedLosing her fingers in his hair, Josephine used her body weight to push him down onto his back. She straddled his hips and ground her dripping wet sex against his rod. With her breasts pressed into his chest, she clamped her lips over his. She absorbed his breathless whimpers as she rolled her pussy back and forth over the rigid shaft. Her hardened clit strummed the blood vessels along his length.

His hands roamed down her body and gripped her ass. Devon pushed and pulled her along his cock until her body was a shuddering mass on top of him. Near a nerve shattering orgasm, she convulsed and smashed her mouth deeper into his. Their teeth softly collided. His arms squeezed her. Her mind hummed and her core spewed a flow of her essence.

In mid orgasm, she shifted forward and slid the mouth of her slit over his knob, which made the release all the more satisfying. Inch by inch, she slid down his juicy erection, taking in his pleasurable gasps as she went. Her expanded sensitive walls tensed at the invasion.

DESIGNING LOVE ~ Yvonne Nicolas

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Designing Love “Something Blue”

Hello fellow readers and authors!

I thought I’d start this month out with a free read from my bestselling novel, Designing Love. This is the first chapter, “Something Blue”, where the hero of the story is faced with the chore of being the best man at the wedding of his ex-woman and best friend, two people who betrayed his trust.

Enjoy!

“Something Blue”

from Designing Love

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The groom lifted the ivory veil and gazed at his new wife with pride. Tears of joy trickled down her face. Smiling, he palmed her flushed cheeks and captured her pink, pouting lips with a kiss.

A roar of applause erupted across the terrace. Butterflies were set free and tears filled the eyes of many envious women. Helicopters hovered overhead, harboring anxious paparazzi, who attempted to snap a money-making shot of the star studded event. Too bad a huge tent blocked their view of the lovely ceremony.

“I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Hanks,” the priest announced proudly.

Maintaining a smile, that fought to leave his face, Devon Sparks patted the back of the groom, his best friend, Roland Hanks; the man who’d just married the woman of his dreams, after only three months of dating.

A beautiful love story, if you believed in that kind of shit.

Stacy Ann Larson, Devon’s former live-in girlfriend, fanned her face, trying desperately to dry the tears that proceeded to wreck her make-up. All twelve of her delighted bridesmaids surrounded her. Squeals and cheers of glee erupted from them.

Devon winced. Damn bridesmaids. He could think of a thousand other places he’d rather be than standing there watching the woman he loved beaming with happiness at being married to another man.

But he had to be there. He was, after all, the best man.

“Aw man. I’m the luckiest son-of-bitch in the world.” Roland yanked him into a back-slapping hug.

Returning the manly embrace, Devon recalled him shouting those same words while cuddled up with three sex-drained strippers last night. It wasn’t a surprise to him at all. Devon knew his friend of eighteen years would’ve taken a taste of the women as soon as they sashayed into the hotel room. Two blondes and one brunette, all prepared to give Roland, the super model, a happy send-off into the bonds of matrimony. Thanks to Kevin, his fraternity brother who set up the whole shindig.

“Dev, I want to thank you for coming out to be my best man. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he praised, honest emotions behind his glazed grey eyes.

Yeah, thank me for pulling your ass out of bed with three strange women and getting you into the shower to wash the scent of pussy off you, so you could make it to your wedding on time. Thank me for mixing up the concoction to sober your ass up, so you wouldn’t pass out at the altar, while marring my ex-girlfriend; whom I happen to still love. Yeah, dude, you owe me a big ass thank you.

He glanced over Roland’s shoulder. Stacy Ann was watching them with anxiety in her deep blue-green eyes and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Probably worried he’d make a scene. Hell, he couldn’t even put it past himself. The thought of getting pissy ass drunk and confessing his undying love for her in front of the wedding party had actually crossed his mind, but he wasn’t partial to humiliation, so the thought was quickly dismissed.

“Hey man, the two blondes wanted you bad,” Roland whispered. “They were disappointed you didn’t join in.”

“Next time, buddy…” Devon drew back and gripped his friend’s shoulder to move him in position to take his new wife’s arm. “Next time,” he finished on a mumble beneath his breath.

Sure, he could’ve told her she was making the biggest mistake in history by marrying Roland Hanks, but he knew his words would be ineffectual. She’d either hate him for revealing the truth or accuse him of being jealous and resentful. Either way he’d lose.

Devon held his arm out to Kimberly, the maid of honor, so they could take their positions to follow the groom and bride.

Beaming up at him, she took his arm and whispered, “Devon, you should be the one standing next to her as the groom. Yeah, he may be a big time celebrity and all, but he can’t compare to you. You’re the better man, hands down.”

Smiling warmly, he patted her white gloved hand. “No, sweetheart, I’m just the best man.”

Even Kim knew he still loved Stacy Ann.
Any other man in his position wouldn’t be this calm or willing to act as if he wasn’t torn up inside. But what was he to do? Even though Roland had broken the cardinal rule of friendship and went after his woman when he saw things were going bad, he couldn’t hate him for it. Truth was, he loved the guy like a brother and would always love him as such.

Sure, he had his moment of retribution when he beat Roland to a pulp for fucking his woman, but the satisfaction evaporated when he realized Roland was Stacy Ann’s choice. Roland’s lifestyle as a super model reeled her in like fish on a hook. She wanted the kind of life he could give her, to be talked about, seen in magazines, and envied by woman all over, for marrying the supposedly sexiest male model on this side of the equator. To her, it was better than being with a mere architect who was married to his job.

When they were together, Stacy Ann had demanded his attention twenty-four seven. The time he spent creating his buildings was a major source of dissension between them. The first month with her had been magical. He spent every waking hour doing for her, pleasing her, cherishing her. Then the beautiful minx somehow talked him into taking her in, sharing his home with her.

Like a dummy, he complied.

Two years, they argued over his dedication to his work. Twenty-four months, she demanded time he wasn’t ready to give. And it took him a hundred and four weeks to realize he and this woman were on opposite ends of the spectrum.

Nevertheless, he loved her. He still loved her.

Even after their final fight, which cost him the love of his life, Devon passed out false forgiveness. He forgave Roland, of course after he dropped to his knees and begged for it. He forgave Stacy, even after she came to him, a month ago with news of her engagement to his best friend.

Forgiveness.

That same day, she mounted Devon, and cooed words filled with erotic promises, and loved him hard and long, for closure. But she left him with an open gaping wound in his heart.

As they gradually moved along the terrace, Devon felt the eyes studying him intensely. It was almost as if he was getting more attention than the married couple in front of him. Scanning the area, he saw the eager women ogling him. He almost laughed.

Yes, he was the single friend who every woman with an itch wanted a piece of. Even an elderly woman, who stood aside, batted her eyes at him. He could do nothing but flash a tight-lipped smile at her. Now that’s just wrong. She is someone’s grandmother.

Finally, they made it to the reception hall where they took their assigned seats at the newly married couple’s table. The wedding coordinator rushed up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Please tell me you have a speech ready.”

“Don’t need one,” he murmured, watching the guest file into the sizeable room.

“Yes you do,” she whispered harshly.

Bathed in her spearmint coated breath, he turned and looked at her. “Relax Karen, I have it covered.”

She folded her lips in and patted his shoulder. “You better, mister, or it’s me and you after this reception.”

Grinning, he squeezed her hand. “Threat taken.”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Everyone’s attention shifted to him when he tapped the champagne glass with his fork. Glancing at Stacy Ann and Roland, he slowly stood.

“For those of you who don’t know…”

He heard Stacy taking in small sips of air. This was the time in the ceremony where he was supposed to screw things up.

“Roland and I have been friends for eighteen years.” But he wouldn’t dare screw up their perfect wedding day, even if he hated himself at the moment.

Devon plastered on a phony smile as he went on to spill out false words about the strength of his everlasting brotherhood with the groom to the crowd of onlookers who probably didn’t give a damn. Lightening the mood of the evening, he told jokes, which were funnier to the women than men. Naturally so, since they were all trying to get his attention. Finally, he ended his Oscar-winning performance by lifting his champagne glass.

“To the coolest guy I know – my brother,” He turned his gaze to Stacy Ann, who looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. “For finally finding the love of his life. May you two cherish one another until the end of time.”

End of performance.

Everyone applauded. Roland shot to his feet and pulled him into a bear hug. Over Roland’s shoulder, he stared at the woman who still owned his heart.

“Thank you,” she mouthed giving him a smile which nearly sent him over the edge.

Kim stood to give her I think Stacy Ann is so awesome speech, but Devon was too flustered to stay and listen. Retaining his happy façade, he moved from the table, navigated the outskirts of the hall, to make his way to the back of the building, then slipped into the bathroom.

Kim’s cheerful voice followed him into the handicap stall. His heart raced and stomach hurled. Sickened, he leaned over the commode and brought up the food he’d eaten earlier.

At that moment, he was utterly disgusted with himself. How could he have let this happen? How could he have let Roland talk him into coming to the wedding, and being the best man at that? What the fuck!

He should’ve cast them both out of his life the moment he found out about their love affair. He should’ve burned everything Stacy Ann had left in his house instead of pretending she’d never left. What the fuck was his problem? He’d never let anyone run circles around him. So why was he doing it now?

He pushed out a hard breath and shook his head.

Idiot!

Spitting out the last bit of his pride, he moved over to the sink. He triggered the sensor beneath the faucet, filled his cupped hands with water,
tossed it in his mouth, gargled then spat it out. Sighing, he filled his hands again and doused his face. Reluctantly, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, wishing for the power to transport elsewhere.

Another round of applause blared through the ceiling speakers as Kim concluded her speech. With sadness clouding his blue eyes, he watched the droplets of water drip from his face. He dreaded having to go back out into the pit of shame. If only he could just linger indefinitely in the bathroom.

“Yeah, I get like that too.”

Slowly, he turned his head to see a sexy redhead propped against the open stall with a seductive intention gleaming in her piercing green eyes. A silky burgundy gown clung delicately to her lean curves. Tan freckles dotted her milky white cleavage. She had the type of beauty that belonged in front of a camera. Definitely a model, most likely Roland’s guest.
“When I have to get up in front of a crowd of people…” She smoothed her hands down her gown, displaying more of her slender frame. “My nerves get the better of me and I end up running to the bathroom too.”

Casually, he eyed her up and down before turning back to the sink. He snatched a paper towel from the dispenser and dried his face.

“Have I wondered into the ladies room?” he asked, balling up the paper to toss it into the trash.

“No, you’re in the right place.” Her eyes roamed desirably over him.

Something so recklessly dangerous and erotic sparked within her gaze. He nearly snatched her from where she stood to pin her to the wall. That would be rich; fucking some random chick in the bathroom during his friend’s wedding celebration.

But it wouldn’t happen. Not today. He was too damn distraught to act on such an exotic fantasy.

Offering her a sheepish grin, he moved past her to exit the stall, grazing his fingertips across her belly in the process. She quivered against his soft touch.

He leaned in until his lips were almost touching her ear. “For the record, I usually like to pursue my lovers, not the other way around.”

The air from her shaky sigh tickled the side of his face. He inhaled the scent of her sweet perfume, and stepped away, leaving her speechless. Suddenly eager to get out of restroom with the promiscuous nymph, he headed toward the exit.

He’d seen women do some pretty interesting things to get his attention, but following him into the rest room was a little extreme.

Holding the door open for her, he watched her saunter across the tile like she was on a cat walk. “You act like you haven’t already pictured yourself between my thighs.”

Touché.

At her bold words his cock stirred to life as she brushed past him. He smiled, raked his hands through his hair and watched her behind sway provocatively. Although her approach was a bit off putting, her raw sensuality gradually drew him out of his doleful mood.

He looked out onto the dance floor to see the celebration was well on its way. Baby got back from Sir Mix A Lot blared from the speakers while several people, without back, gyrated and jerked on the platform in the center of the room. Chuckling beneath his breath, he shifted his eyes back to the redhead to catch her watching him.

Amused, he moved to her side. “I can’t figure out for the life of me why people with no ass feel the need to dance to this song.”

With laughter dancing in her eyes, she snickered. “My sentiments exactly, that’s why I’m not out on the dance floor.” She looked out to the crowd and sidled closer to him. “So what’s it going to be, handsome? Are you going to take me back to your place, or are you going to continue to act like you don’t want a piece of me?”

A half smile curved his lips. Should I?

Devon looked across the packed hall at the head table. Stacy Ann watched him intently. To her right, Roland slapped high fives and joked with his groomsmen. The champagne was already taking affect on his wild friend. After a swift perusal of the scene, he locked eyes with Stacy Ann.

“Don’t let the looks fool you darling,” he said to the redhead without wavering from Stacy Ann’s gaze. “I’m damaged goods.”

“Aren’t we all? Just in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I want your body, not your heart.”

Smiling more to himself than at the gorgeous bride staring at him from across the room, he slid his gaze to the eager beauty to his side. Why shouldn’t he have a piece of her? Hell, it was a lot better than sitting around lapping at his wounded heart. From his peripheral, he saw Stacy Ann stand and leave the table.

“What’s your name?” He gently cupped her elbow.

“Carmen,” she breathed out as if his touch had her at a loss for breath.

He ushered her toward the exit. “Nice to meet you, Carmen.”

“Devon!”
He turned his head toward the strident call of his name. There stood Stacy in her lovely wedding gown, her hands planted on her hips. “Are you trying to sneak out, Devon?” she asked, darting her eyes at Carmen.

“No, I wasn’t sneaking anywhere. I was simply leaving.”

“You can’t leave.”

“Watch me.”

“Wait, Devon. That’s not right. You’re the best man. Roland would be upset if you just left.”

“Really? Well let’s put it to the test, shall we?” He looked toward the head table, got Roland’s attention, nodded to him then nodded toward Carmen. With a dumb ass grin crossing his face, Roland nodded back, signaling his approval with two thumbs up. “See, no problem there.”

“But – but Devon, you owe me a dance.”

And there it was. The sweet tone she used to get whatever she wanted from him; the soft needy appeal that always turned him to putty.

“It’s my wedding day. Can’t you spare one little dance for me?” she coaxed, pouting her mouth.

Wiping his hand down his face, he reluctantly shook his head. “Stacy Ann, I really don’t want—.”

“I have a business proposition for you, one which requires your expertise in architecture.”

He perked up. Now she was talking his language. “One dance,” he grumbled sternly, taking her arm to lead her to the dance area.

He glanced back at Carmen and she mouthed, “I’ll be right here.”

Twirling Stacy Ann out on the floor, he swayed her to the song, Quando Quando Quando.

Guests moved about on the dance floor, too focused on their own steps to pay them any attention, which suited him because he wasn’t in the mood to be in the spot light. He glanced to his left to see Roland clumsily twirling Kim about while she tittered like a school girl. The sight briefly brought a smile to his face.

Giggling, Stacy Ann beamed up at him. “You were always a fabulous dancer.”

“Cut the shit, Stacy Ann. What’s the proposition?”

She narrowed her eyes and pushed air swiftly through her teeth. “You were really going to leave with her, weren’t you?”

“I am going to leave with her. And what does it matter to you anyway?”

“She’s my cousin, Devon.”

Glancing at the patiently waiting redhead, who kept her eyes glued on him, he smiled. He’d only met Stacy Ann’s mother and father, no uncles, aunts, and definitely no cousins, but the fact Carmen was family to her didn’t shake his resolve in the least.

“And this means what to me, exactly?”

He almost chuckled when she huffed in irritation. “She’s only trying to get with you, because she knows you and I used to be an item. She’s always been jealous of me and always wanted everything I had. She’s just using you to get under my skin.”

“Again, I should care about this because?” Smoothly, he dipped her for the cameras.

“You don’t have to be so bitter, Devon. You and I are still friends and I still love you,” she disclosed softly, so only his ears caught her words. “I know this is a lot to ask of you, but it’s a matter of respect. Please don’t sleep with my cousin.”

“Respect!” he shot back a lot louder than he intended. He stepped away from her. A few heads spun in their direction, but he was too damn appalled to keep up the façade of civility.

Hesitantly, she reached out, pulled him close and smiled for the onlookers. “Don’t make a scene,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m not trying to rile you up. I’m just asking for a favor.”

Grounding his teeth in frustration, he took her hand and gracefully spun her out then back into his arms again. “Alright, I won’t sleep with her, but I will sleep with the devilishly sexy brunette staring at me from across the room. Oh, and look at that, she winked.”

“No, don’t.” Stacy Ann whined, without turning to see who he was referring to.

“Why, is she your cousin too?”

“Look, this is a terrible position for me and it’s just going to take me a while to get used to the idea of you being with someone else. Like I said, I still love you, but at the same time, I love Roland too.”

Devon turned to pull away from her, but she held on tight to his jacket.

“Part of me still belongs to you, Devon. You know that. So, please, just give me time.”

He briefly closed his eyes, placed a hand on the center of her back and grazed his fingers across the pearl buttons which held the lovely gown together. As not to give away his desire for her, he moved her around the dance floor, fighting to keep a respectful distance between them.

“Okay. Tell me about this proposition.”

Smiling wider, she petted his chest. “Thank you, Devon. I want you to design a house, two levels. There are no budget constraints, really. I want this house to be suitable for Roland and me to start a family. Our dream house.”

The record scratched in his mind, ceasing the crooning voice of Micheal Buble.

Did she just ask him to design a house for her and Roland? One of which they’d build a family in?

Unpleasantly surprised, he stared at her not moving, not even breathing for a moment. This was coming from the same woman who confessed she never wanted to have children. Now all of a sudden she wanted to create a family, with another man?

Of all the things she could’ve done to rip his heart out, this was at the top of the list, but believe it or not, he couldn’t turn her down. He’d never turn down an offer to do what he loved, even if it was offered by two people, who seemed like they wanted to destroy him.

“Excuse me,” he choked out, backing away from her.

After bowing politely, he turned and moved swiftly off the dance floor. He darted to the back of the hall, grabbed Carmen’s hand and pushed through the double doors without looking back.

Fuck the promise! He needed someone to distract him from fucking hanging himself.

His inner voice told him not to do it, but he’d already set in his mind that he would. He would design their dream house. He’d design one so spectacular they’d never want to leave it, once built. But to do so, he’d need several bottles of scotch and many nights of mind numbing sex with a beautiful stranger.

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2010 

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