Free Love In Strange Places by Ancelli Page B

chilly.” He picked up the plate and warmed it in the microwave for a minute, then sat down and picked up his fork. “I wanted to take care of you today.”
    She stared at him. “You are…this smells good.” She took a bite and moaned. “Mmm, this is delicious.”
    “How’s the bedroom?”
    “Your bedroom is great, but I told you I could stay in the guest room.”
    He put his hand over hers and a tiny shock of electricity was exchanged. They gazed at each other. “I’m fine. I want nothing but the best for my wife.”
    She licked her bottom lip, and a tiny moaned escaped his mouth remembering what she’d done with those luscious lips. She picked up the fork, and sensually slipped it in and out her mouth.
    They ate breakfast together. Sherry stood, and he stared at her ass. “I hope you have a great day.” She
    He stood and her eyes glued to his erection, but she didn’t mention it, all she did was give him a mischievous smile, and then kissed him on the cheek. “See you tonight.”
    “See you tonight, baby.”
     
***
     

Later that evening
     
    Sherry pulled up to his house. Our house, she thought, smiling. It had been a long day at work. Everything that could have gone wrong, had. Thank God it was Friday. The lights were dim. She got out of her car and opened the front door. She was caught by surprise at what she saw. A small note lay on the floor alongside a trail of red roses. She hurriedly placed her briefcase and purse on the side table by the door, and picked up the paper.
     
    I see you had a long day.
    Follow the trail
    AJ
     
    She couldn’t help but smile, and put the note up to her nose, it smelled like him. She never knew Andrew could be so romantic, all these years he seemed so hard and ruthless. She took off her pumps and followed the red rose pedals to his bedroom, and stopped. She’d been living in his house for four weeks and not once had they slept together, for some odd reason he slept in the guest room. She guessed he was giving her space, but she didn’t want it. Her body yearned for the passion he gave her, she wanted to explore ever inch of his body. She opened the door.
    “Oh my…” She admired the room, covering her mouth in surprise. He’d placed candles everywhere around his room. She gazed down and there was a big red blanket on the floor with finger foods, grapes, cherries, watermelon, strawberries with whip cream and chocolate, crackers, cheese, and tiny sandwiches. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. No other man had ever done anything remotely close to this, not for her.
    She felt someone close the door behind her. Andrew circled his hands around her waist then leaned down and kissed her neck, down to her collarbone. She was so turn on, it was getting hard for her to breathe, and he hadn’t touched her yet.
    “Long day.” He pulled back and massaged her shoulders.
    She closed her eyes. “Yes…” she moaned as his hands worked magic on her sore shoulders.
    He spun her around and she finally saw him. Damn his washboard abs . Not one once of fat, unlike hers. She extended her hands and placed them on his chest.
    He took her hands, pulled them to his lips and kissed her fingers, surveying her eyes. “ Abigail—”
    “Who the hell is Abigail?” she asked. She pulled back her hands. “I can’t believe you called me by another woman’s name.” She was about to back away when he pulled her forward.
    He smirked, making her more furious. “Feisty…I miss that.”
    He lowered his head to kiss her and she backed away. “Are you crazy? I’m not kissing you after you called me by some other name.”
    He tugged her into his body and whispered against her lips. “Isn’t Abigail your middle name?” He arched an eyebrow.
    “Oh yeah ,” she said to herself.
    “Something special between us.” He cupped her face and gently kissed her awaiting mouth. “I’ve wanted you for weeks. I was giving you time to come to me, but you’re so damn suborn.”
    “You are