All That Matters By S X Meagher 8 page

"But if you know you have clients who'd pay more ¾"

"Kylie, I called you first, then I called every client I thought might be interested. If any of them had been as excited as you were, I would have stuck them in the car with you and let you fight it out."

"You would have?"

"Sure. I'd never harm my seller's potential profit. But I also know him well. He wanted to get things done in a hurry. I knew you trusted me enough to believe me when I told you that a geological survey wasn't necessary. Most of my other clients would want to dicker around with things like that, and the seller hates that crap. He wanted a quick deal, and I knew you'd be decisive."

"Damn! You're really good at this," Kylie said, her admiration evident. "And you must make a shitload of money if you get two to four percent!"

"Well, last year you beat me, but two years ago, I made more than you did," she snickered. "Don't forget, I've seen your mortgage application."

"I went to school for seven years and worked for almost nothing for another seven to be able to make this kind of money," Kylie grumbled.

"I took a two-month-long evening school course to get my license," Blair said, getting up and doing a little satisfaction dance. "Who is the smart one? Nah nah nah nah nah nah!"

"You are," Kylie agreed, laughing. "Without question, you are." As they left the deserted office, Kylie draped an arm around her friend's shoulders. "But I do get to play with knives."

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The next night, Blair was at home when David arrived. She was out in their yard, half-reclined on a chaise. She wasn't reading or listening to music, and he assumed she was asleep. But when he slid the glass door open, she turned around and greeted him.

"I thought you were asleep." He walked over to her and sat on the edge of her chair. "Whatcha doin?"

"Nothin'." She put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him down for a kiss. "I've been sitting here letting myself feel good."

"Is that something you do … often?"

She smiled at his puzzled expression. "No, honey. I'm usually filling my mind with something every minute. But having this baby is making me slow down — a lot."

He ran his fingers through her hair, smiling when she leaned into his hand like a happy puppy. "It makes you tired, too. That must be hard for you. You're such a high-energy woman."

Smiling languidly, she said, "I've gotten used to it. Actually, I've grown to like it. I'm slowing down and trying to appreciate every day."

"Are you reading those Oprah books? You're sounding awfully touchy-feely."

"Maybe I am. But Oprah isn't influencing me. Being pregnant makes me feel different, David. It's hard to describe, but it's very different."

"Try," he said, cocking his head and giving her an inquisitive look. "I wanna know."

Blair sat up excitedly and put her hands on his knees. "I'm so glad you want to know things like this."

He frowned at her, looking irritated. "Of course I want to know. Damn, you make it sound like I don't care about you."

"I never thought that, honey. I know you care about me, but you don't ask many questions about the baby."

"I'm asking now," he said, his expression softening.

"You're right. Okay … how do I explain this?" She thought for a minute and said, "Some of the pregnancy books say that a lot of women get depressed when their hormones start going wild. But it feels like the exact opposite to me. I feel … I guess the word is euphoric. Yeah," she said, nodding, "that's it. I feel euphoric. Like everything is good and the baby's healthy and we're in love and the world's a kind, gentle place."

"Damn, I wish I could get pregnant," he said. "I think everyone's evil — some people just haven't shown it yet."

She rubbed his close-cropped hair briskly, making him laugh. "You're not that cynical."

"No, I'm not that bad, but you and I used to have the same world view. How am I gonna handle being with an optimist?"

"Oh, this too shall pass," she said. "I'll be back to my old self one of these days."

He leaned over and kissed her again, then held her head still and started to probe her mouth with his tongue. "I like happy Blair."

"Happy, horny Blair," she said, giving him a sultry kiss.

"I like horny Blair, too. Although you've always been pretty willing to be my love slave."

She put her hands up over her head and crossed her wrists. "I'm yours," she said, her swollen breasts showing through her thin tank top.

His eyes narrowed, and she could see him take in a breath. "Right here?" he asked, his voice deep and smoky.

"Anywhere, David. Anywhere you want me."

In a flash, his tie, his shirt and his pants were tossed onto a spare chair. He moved another chaise next to the one Blair was lying on and stripped off his briefs. She watched him closely, loving the way his angular, smoothly muscled body moved. "You look hot in your briefs," she said. "I'm glad you've changed back."

He put the back of her chaise down flat, then slipped off her loose shorts. Kneeling down, he put one leg between hers and the other on the second chaise. She reached out and touched him, moving her hand from his knee to his chest. Then she wet a finger and traced one of his nipples, watching the hair on his arms stand up in reaction. "Let's frighten the neighbors. Make them think we've brought two wild dogs into the yard." She growled at him, making him smile.

Lowering himself onto her body, he tried to get comfortable, but found himself worried about hurting her. "Hey," she soothed, "what's wrong?"

"I don't want to lie on your stomach."

"It's okay, David. You can't hurt the baby. He's very well protected."

He didn't look convinced, and after fidgeting for another few moments, he stood up and tossed one of the cushions on the ground. "If we're gonna growl like dogs, we may as well lie on the ground."

She nodded and got up. He put her cushion next to his, making a thin, but wide bed. Blair reached up to take off her tank top, and he stilled her hands. "Leave it on," he said, huskily. "You look like you're gonna pop out of it any minute." At her raised eyebrow, he added, "It's hot."

Getting back into the mood quickly, Blair soon found herself on her hands and knees, with David stroking her ass and hips with his hands. "Damn, you look great. Such a sexy ass."

She twitched her butt at him, and he growled and started to kiss every bit of skin he could reach. They continued making love, their tall privacy fence screening out any prying eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Blair lay on her side, David plastered up against her back. He was sweating and panting, his chest moving rapidly against her. "Animal control should be here at any time," he rasped out.

"Mmm, that was some fine lovemaking," Blair said, reaching back to pat his hip. "We don't do it that way very often."

"If we want the neighbors to think we have dogs, we have to do it doggy style," he said, laughing.

"I like variety," she said, "but you have to work extra hard when I'm on my hands and knees. I can't help much."

He kissed a line across her shoulders, his warm breath making her sigh. "You come so easily now. I don't need much help."

"You've never needed much help," she purred. "You've always known just how to touch me."

"I do my best," he said.

"You just keep thinking of new tricks, Mr. Spencer. You're the idea man around here."

"I've got one now," he mumbled. "Sleep?"

"Sure." She turned over and put her head against David's chest, listening to his heart calm to a slow, steady beat.

"Mmm … remember my mother's coming over tonight. She won't be here till 6:00, though."

"Fuck!" Blair was upright immediately. "I forgot! I don't have any food in the house."

"We can order out," he said lazily. "Lie down with me and cuddle. Since I can't smoke, it's the least you can do. God knows how I loved to have a cigarette after sex."

"You're mad," she said, getting to her knees and then standing. "Besides, you're still smoking."

"I'm down to ten a day. That's progress."

"Yeah, it is," she agreed. "You can rest as a reward. I'll shower and pick up the newspapers lying all over the living room. And when you get up, you'd better check those cushions, buddy. Your mother likes to sit outside, and the thought of her sitting on our ¾"

"Got it," he said. "A tiny nap and then I'll get right on it."

He was almost asleep by the time Blair reached the back door, but she didn't mind the inequity. It felt so nice to make love and be close that she decided to reward him with a long nap. Even Sadie can't bring me down today, she thought, her euphoric mood making her feel like she was floating into the house.

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Date: 2015-01-29; view: 676