Free Like Honey by Liz Everly Page B

that point on, she had no choice. She belonged to him.
    After several minutes of kissing, Ren found his way to her breasts, tentative, until he knew it was okay with her. But she liked him there and let him know it with an encouraging sigh. His fingers twisted at her nipples, sending shocks through her.
    At that point, it had been at least a year since she had slept with Sanj. She hadn’t realized how much she missed a man’s touch. Her breath hitched. He laughed a low and guttural laugh, then, “Are you certain?”
    He looked at her with such vulnerability in his eyes—the cocky, tough Renaldo D’Amico—that it made her almost jump on his lap. She slid onto him and reached for his buckle.
    â€œTake it off,” she said forcefully.
    He smirked and obliged, and she slipped off her panties.
    He lay back on the couch. She didn’t bother taking off her sundress. One breast was out and in his hands as she rubbed her wetness on him, then took him inside of her. He sucked in air. “Jesus,” he said. Yes, it felt good . She felt herself unravel—not just sexually—with each thrust, but also emotionally and even spiritually. They connected.
    All thoughts of Sanj and his new woman, Sasha, vanished from her mind. She didn’t care that her ex-fiancé was sleeping with another woman. Not at all.
    Jen arched back as Ren held her lower back and gripped her with a strength and firmness that launched her into further oblivion. He pulled her into him and met each thrust with his own hips rising off the couch to meet her.
    Am I really doing this?
    The next moment had been devoid of all thought. She was a pool of pulsing emotions and sensations as Ren moved against her.
    He was there with his wild curly black hair, blue eyes, filled with passion, cheeks twitching with emotion. His groaning filled the room as he felt her clenching, jerking as she orgasmed. He let go and filled her with heat. All she then thought was more .
    Now, it was the hardest thing to do: this letting go of him. His love. His warmth. Those passionate moments. Such intimacy. But he was gone. She now simply yearned for peace.

Chapter 13
    â€œY ou rang, boss?” Gray came to her door straightaway after he received her text. “What’s up?”
    She looked distracted. Her hair was pulled up in that sexy ponytail again. When she finally looked up at him from the book she was holding, a smoldering message was in her eyes. His balls reacted. Fuck.
    â€œI’m exhausted,” he said. “It’s been a long day. So what’s up?”
    â€œOh,” she said, voice still a bit gravelly. “Come into the kitchen.”
    He followed her into the room where something smelled of garlic and cheese. Oh, man, a couple of pizzas were in the oven. A bottle of wine sat on the table. Half-drunk already.
    â€œHave a seat,” she said, gesturing to the table, then slid a book in front of him. “Look at that.”
    It was a computer printout ledger full of lines and figures.
    â€œYes?”
    â€œThe total income from the honey business the last year the D’Amicos were in charge. Finally.”
    â€œYes,” he said, not quite getting her excitement.
    â€œHere, look at this. I just found it, well both of these books, actually. This is their savings account. This is taxes and upkeep on the estate.”
    â€œOkay. What have you found?”
    â€œTo make a long story short, what I’ve found is what I suspected. There had to be money coming from somewhere else in order for them to have this estate. I didn’t want to believe that.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œWell, it’s Ren’s parents. I wanted to believe they were as capable as him,” she said.
    â€œMaybe they were. Maybe they just didn’t want anybody to know how they made their money.”
    He tried to act like he’d just now come up with this idea. “Maybe something illegal?”
    Jennifer drank