Free Pizza My Heart 1 by Glenna Sinclair Page A

June,” Devon said, winking at me. “You two are on vacation.”
    “That’s just what I told her last night,” Nana said, taking the boozy smoothie that Devon had made her.
    “Well, what would you like to do today, Nana?” I said, trying to ignore the fact that she was, more or less, sucking down a daiquiri for breakfast. Jail was too good for me.
    “I’m going to rest this morning,” she said innocently. “I think I’ve earned that. But I’d like for you two to do me a favor.”
    “We can all wait to do something until you feel better,” I told her. “It’s early here. We have the entire day ahead of us.”
    “I don’t want to ruin your kids’ fun because I had mine last night,” she said, waving away my concerns. “I want you to go into town and find something pretty for the house, something we can remember this wonderful trip by, June.”
    “If you lay off the rum for the rest of the time, Nana, I’m sure you’ll be able to remember things fine on your own,” I told her.
    “And I’d like a bouquet of those beautiful flowers I saw on our way here,” she continued as if I hadn’t said anything. “I think a vase of those would brighten up the kitchen table, don’t you?”
    “Definitely,” Devon agreed.
    “Nana, why don’t we just wait until this afternoon, so we can all go?” I asked. “I don’t want to leave you alone in the house.”
    “If you want to hang around here and be bored while I take a nap, be my guest,” she said, slurping her smoothie. “But if I were you, I’d seize the day, girl.”
    “Let’s leave Nana to her nap,” Devon suggested, raising his eyebrows at me. “Come on. I want to show you around.”
    I didn’t know what to expect after that searing kiss in the hallway, but Devon was a perfect gentleman, introducing me to his friends and exploring the marketplace with me. He selected a delicate purple orchid from a stem, placing it in the rubber band of my ponytail.
    “Beautiful,” he pronounced.
    “The orchids are very pretty.”
    “I’m not talking about the orchid, June.”
    I cut my eyes at him. “I’m no Hollywood actress, Devon.”
    “That’s why I like you.”
    “Don’t.”
    I gasped as he pulled me into a side alley, but before I could protest further, he kissed me deeply, just as hot, just as burning as last night.
    “What are you doing?” I asked softly.
    “Why can’t you accept the fact that you’re gorgeous?” he asked. “Accept the fact that we want each other, June. You know it, and I know it. Just let it happen. Tell me yes.”
    I ached for him in places I didn’t know could ache.
    “There are people everywhere,” I whispered.
    “Then we better be quiet.” He unbuttoned my jean shorts, worked his hand beneath the cotton of my panties.
    “They could see us,” I moaned as he found the place where I ached the most.
    “Then we better be quick.”
    He slipped his cock out of his trousers, and then it was the easiest thing in the world to wrap my legs around him, my back pressed against the backside of some building, and take him inside of me. It was the culmination of long days of tension, hours of need that I had tried to write off as being annoyed at him. With each pump of his hips, I let my head loll back, reveling in that pleasure.
    It had been a long damn time for me, and Devon knew what he was doing.
    I moaned once, too loud, and bit his shoulder to stymie any other noises. That was the last thing we needed—an audience.
    “You’re perfect,” he whispered in my ear, his lips tickling the sensitive skin there. When I shuddered, he trailed kisses down my neck, nibbling the juncture at my shoulder. It was all I could do to stay silent. I wanted to scream my pleasure to the world.
    “I could stay inside you all day,” he told me, and it sounded so fucking sexy. I imagined us taking our time, with nothing but sun-soaked hours to take our pleasure in each other. That would be so much hotter than in an alley, but I’d