Free Twin Fantasies by Opal Carew Page A

door so the woman couldn’t see Jenna’s hand stroking under her blazer. Since then, it had gotten worse. With the rush of hormones in her system, she seemed to be intensely horny all the time now.  As soon as Ryan got home, she intended to throw him down on the bed and screw him silly.
     
     “Our pastry chef has a new dessert he would like you to try for your dessert table. He’s sending a sample in a few moments.”

 
    Jenna shifted in her chair, willing the images of Ryan, lying flat on his back on her bed with Jenna surging up and down on his thick, hard cock, to go away. The imagined sensations of his steel rod sliding along her sensitive vaginal walls did not want to go.
     
    Mr.. Deluse opened the file folder on his desk, labeled Kerry-Leigh.
     
    He glanced up at her.
     
    “Are you alright, Ms. Kerry? Your face is flushed.”
     
    Her face burned hotter still at his words.  “I’m fine,” she mumbled, his words acting like a splash of frigid water, allowing her to thrust away the sexual distractions in her head.
     
    His gaze lingered a moment longer, his brown eyes dark with concern, then he glanced down at his papers again.  “I’ve arranged for the basket of flowers for your mother’s room, as Mr. Leigh requested,” he continued. “It will be there when she arrives this evening. Chef is putting together a nice gourmet fruit basket for your father’s room for tomorrow.  You have a very thoughtful fiance to think of these things.”
     
    Ryan certainly was thoughtful—when he was around.  Anger simmered through her that Ryan had abandoned her, leaving her so sexually frustrated.
     
    Mr. Deluse rummaged in his file drawer for a moment, then turned to her, looking almost as harried as she felt.  “I’d like you to review the centerpiece designs but my assistant borrowed the folder. Excuse me one moment, please.”
     
    He stood up and hurried out of the office, leaving her to her thoughts.
     
    Ryan had been so great the first few weeks after proposing.  He had been extremely attentive and had spent every evening with her, as well as weekends. She had almost—but not quite—felt a little crowded. How could she when he was trying so hard? Then it became clear he’d been neglecting work at the office, and things had started escalating out of control.  His assistant had called one evening when Ryan had been out picking up pizza. Apparently, Ryan had been putting off trips to Toronto, where he needed to solidify plans for another software development project for Bryer Associates, and he had a thick binder full of reports he had to read and respond to in order to keep his staff working effectively. He also had some new endeavor that needed attention, requiring a trip to Paris.  She didn’t know all the details, but she knew something had to be done. When Ryan returned with dinner, she had told him he needed to see to his business. She didn’t want everything falling apart because of her. That wouldn’t do either of them any good.  Unfortunately, Ryan took that as permission to totally ignore her.
     
    She stopped herself at that thought, knowing it wasn‘t really fair. He was trying to tie up a lot of loose ends and get the Paris thing going on its own momentum so that his assistant and senior staff could handle it. That way, it wouldn‘t take all his time and attention later, and he could focus on her and the baby.  The plan was, by their wedding date, he would be down to a reasonable workload and able to work a normal workday, leaving his evenings and weekends free to spend time with her and the baby, once he or she arrived.
     
    Jenna just hoped that’s what would really happen.
     
    JAKE TOOK THE key card folder the hotel reception clerk handed him and turned toward the elevators. He waved away the bellhop who offered to carry his bag. He had only his small carry-on with him. His luggage had been lost by the airline.  A big reason he preferred to fly his own plane when he came