Free LOVE QUAKES: BOXED SET (BOOKS 1-4) by J.S. Luxor

twin, I’d move mountains,” he asserts and then puts me down. I give him a kiss on his forehead. Erik beams like a five year old. What’s that about?
     
    I take a quick shower and then slip into roman sandals and a simple blue sheath dress for the evening. I’m going to keep it casual. I brush my wild mane of hair as best I can and then apply a bit of blush and lipstick. Bailey arrives on the scene exactly as promised. It’s ShowTime with Tristan.
     
    I ask Bailey about Tristan’s home on the drive from Mission Beach. He lets me know that Tristan owns a penthouse in downtown San Diego and has for the past five years. “He’s got a prime location and great view, Miss Prime,” he says with enthusiasm. Maybe Bailey should get a job selling real estate.
     
    We drive up to the condo at last. It’s in a building forty stories high and overlooks San Diego Bay. The building shouts mid-century modern architectural features. Tristan’s unit occupies the entire top floor. We enter the building through an underground garage. Bailey punches in an elevator code and we’re outside the door of Tristan’s palatial quarters in a matter of minutes. Bailey opens the door for me. I’m greeted by the sounds of Adele’s music playing quietly in the background, the delicious aroma of just-cooked food, and the sight of my beautiful Tristan, now seated on the sectional couch in the open flow living space. Floor to ceiling windows span the entire wall opposite the entryway. The place stuns me. This is how the other one percent lives!
     
    My eyes zero in on Tristan’s the moment I enter. He stills the second we see each other. I practically float over to him. He watches my every move with pleasure. The sparks between us are undeniable. I’m getting wet already.
     
    “Joanna. You’re here at last,” he huffs out with a hoarse voice and swallows with desire. Then, he holds his arms out to me. “I’m sorry I can’t meet you at the door. I’ve get vertigo when I walk and my ribs are cracked.”
     
    I suck in a quick breath. He’s been more than banged up. Nonetheless, Tristan looks better than I remember. His aqua eyes fill with emotion when I sit down next to him. I touch his head gingerly, afraid that I’ll cause him more pain. He responds as if melting at my touch with enlarged eyes and a look of real need on his face.
     
    “Oh, Tristan, I’m so sorry you’re hurting. How can I help?” I ask with sympathy and concern oozing from my very deepest core.
     
    “Just being here, with me, feels like a healing balm. The moment you entered the room, I noticed a surge of energy and excitement, Joanna,” he confesses with a look of reverence on his face.
     
    My knees nearly buckle with desire. “Same here, Tristan,” I admit and hold his hand. He squeezes mine and kisses my cheek. We’re right back where I left him, hugging in the elevator. I impulsively kiss his lips as he lights up with happiness.
     
    “I hope you’re hungry. Mrs. Gomez, my cook, has fixed a delicious pasta and shrimp dish for us,” he tempts with a broad smile.
     
    “Good, I’m famished and I can’t see straight. I’ve spent the day driving to a new place and unpacking dishes, blankets, books and clothes,” I cross my eyes and he chuckles at my expression.
     
    I help Tristan stand up to eat. He takes a moment to balance himself and then we make our way to the kitchen island, slowly. He puts his arm around my shoulder for stability. It feels wonderful. I glory in the contact with my gorgeous man. We look into each other’s eyes. I’m mesmerized.
     
    “If you want some wine, just ask. I’m off alcohol until my headaches stop,” he says and takes a sip of water. I shake my head no. If I drank a glass of wine, given how tiring my day was, I’d never be able to go home. On second thought, maybe I should have some wine. I never want to be apart from Tristan’s spell.
     
    “So, tell me what I’ve missed in the life of lovely Joanna Prime