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  “I think she is as wonderful as you do. So, when are you going to make things official?”

  “Mama. You just met her. What makes you think we’re going to move that fast?”

  “I know you. No one knows that sensitive side of you but me. I can see you love her. I’m your mama. Of course, I can. You’ve been alone long enough, and I’m getting older. Someone else needs to take care of you. Keep an eye on you. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

  I knew what my mom meant. She was getting older. Why should she be worrying if her adult son was eating enough veggies or staying warm under enough blankets at night? She had her soap operas to watch and trips to Wal-Mart. Those were the things that she enjoyed. It was time for her to relax at least until the grandbabies came.

  I dropped Mama off at her home that was a little over an hour away. Then, I sped back to my apartment just a hair under the speed limit the entire way. I wanted to hear what Katy thought about my mom and the dishes. Those things really were an eyesore, but what a funny story behind them. That is kind of what made me like those pink dishes. But I will admit that I’m glad she never gave them to me.

  It was around seven when I finally knocked on Katy’s door. The fact she didn’t move out or find a new apartment made me happy. I would have followed her wherever she went. But this is where everything started. It shows how brave she really was… is.

  But there was another thing that showed me she wasn’t as timid as she used to be.

  “Hi, honey. I’m glad you’re home,” she purred as she answered the door naked.

  “What?” I stuttered. I looked down the hallway to make sure no one else could see her. Then with a huge grin, I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me and locking the world outside.

  I scooped her up into my arms and felt her wrap her legs tightly around me. My bulge in my pants was so strong I thought it was like a ledge for her to sit on.

  Katy was as light as a feather. With one hand on her ass, I was able to hold her in place while I grabbed a handful of her hair with the other.

  I don’t know what she was doing or what she could have been thinking while I was gone, but her lips and tongue were eager as she kissed me.

  “You better be careful,” I whispered to her neck. “I’m going to expect you to answer the door like this all the time.”

  She giggled while she pushed her body against mine. In just a few steps I was in her bedroom, and we fell on her new bed. Quickly she began to pull off my T-shirt, kissing me passionately while I fondled her fantastic breasts.

  With nervous hands, she reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. The feeling was amazing as my stiffness practically ripped the zipper open. When her delicate hands took hold of me, I gasped.

  She was still unsure of herself and always worried that she might be doing things wrong.

  “I love your touch. No matter what you do, I love it,” I assured her, making her smile devilishly. She stroked my shaft with such a light touch it was as if she were using feathers. I strained toward her until finally, I had to have her.

  Without bothering to pull my jeans all the way off, I eased her back on the bed, settled between her thighs, and with one steady thrust I entered her. She groaned in pleasure, panting as if this was exactly what she needed.

  I leaned back so I could look at her. Her red hair was like fire around her face, and I watched as she bit her lower lip. Her hands inched their way up her stomach, pushing her breasts up only to release them as they shook with the pulse of our bodies. She stretched her arms over her head, and I took hold of them.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I kissed the tops of her breasts, up her neck, and began to nibble her earlobe. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” she panted. “Don’t stop, Zac.”

  “Are you sure?” I teased, pretending like I was going to withdraw from her. Her hips bucked, eager to take all of me in again she could writhe and grind her sweet mound against me.

  “Please don’t stop.” She tried to move her arms, but I kept them pinned over her head. I liked how she looked with her whole body exposed to me. Slowly, I took my other hand and reached down to find her clit. I massaged her very core, as my shaft slid easily back and forth.

  I wanted to see her come. It was like watching a butterfly emerge from a cocoon. She would grind against me in a slow rhythm like she had been. But as I helped her along, as I teased and played with her pussy, she would spread her legs even farther apart for me to get in even tighter. Like she was doing now.

  As I increased the pressure, she’d forgotten about everything around us. Her eyes would look up at me in that sleepy, glazed-over look of a woman in heat. She’d bite her lip again, her panting becoming groans that got louder and louder.

  Before I knew it, she’d be pulling me to her with her hips arching upward. More and more of her love would be exposed. More and more of it would be stroked and rubbed until her breath would catch in her throat.

  “Zac! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I’m going to come!”

  “Do you want to come?” I’d tease. I loved hearing her tell me how much she wanted me. It made my heart race.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  I’d never be able to make it past this myself. With each thrust, I’d feel the swell of my heat overtake me. We would ride it together, our bodies shaking and bucking as the final wave of pleasure washed over us.

  “Oh my, Katy Blakenborough,” I heaved as I nearly collapsed on top of her. “Now, what if I was the mailman at the door?”

  “I looked out the peephole, silly,” she panted.

  I scooted up next to her and encircled her in my arms.

  “I wish we could just stay like this,” she mumbled. “I sound like a teenager talking like that.”

  “I don’t think you do,” I soothed.

  We were quiet for a little while. Katy’s eyes were closed. She liked to doze off for a little while. Not quite asleep but not totally awake either.

  “Katy?”

  “Uhm hmm.”

  “I love you.”

  Her eyes popped open.

  “I love you, too.”

  I cleared my throat.

  “What do you say tomorrow you let me take you to this place I like to go hiking. We can pack a picnic and just roll around in the grass, watch the birds, get some fresh air. What do you say?”

  “I think that sounds wonderful.” She closed her eyes and squeezed my arms.

  “Yeah. It’ll be fun.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Katy

  I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The ladies’ room in the City Hall must have been designed with prospective brides in mind. There was a full-length mirror, and it was impeccably clean in here. Not what I’d expect at a government building.

  My new dress was simple. It was white with a scooped collar and an A-line skirt that came just past my knees. I wore white pumps. Cindy let me borrow a blue velvet choker that I thought was absolutely beautiful and very un-Cindy-like. She said she wore it to her prom a hundred years ago. She must have really liked her date to keep such an odd memento.

  Lizbeth was in San Francisco, much to Zac’s surprise, visiting a friend she made while she was in Arizona. She sent Zac her wedding ring that she received from Zac’s father when he proposed.

  I didn’t expect to be standing here at all. When Zac had invited me to go spend some time in nature, I had no idea what he was up to.

  “Let’s have the picnic up there. By that tree,” he’d said. The grass was tall and ticked at my legs as I walked slowly behind him. The air was fresh, and the sun shined brightly, making me feel hot and lazy. “Look what I see.” He pointed.

  “Oh, my.” It was a pond about the size of three football fields. “That looks inviting, doesn’t it?” I wiped sweat from my forehead.

  “Let’s go swimming.” Zac grinned slyly.

  “I don’t have my suit. You didn’t say swimming. You said hiking.” I blushed.

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�We don’t need swimming suits out here.”

  “What if people come by?”

  “Trust me. No one is going to find us out here.” Before I could argue, Zac had stripped down to his bare ass and within seconds was in the water hooting like a wild man that the water felt great and I should come right in.

  “I’ve never gone skinny-dipping before.”

  “Girl, get your ass in this water. It’s high time you tried it.”

  It was impossible for me to say no to Zac. He gave me that grin that made my thighs just melt. So, I stood in the grass and kicked off my shoes, then slowly took off my sundress and my slip. I tried not to be shy, but I knew my cheeks and neck were red with embarrassment. Finally, I took a deep breath and a running start and jumped in.

  The cool water woke up all of my senses. I popped above the surface and gasped.

  Blinking and rubbing my eyes, I treaded water as Zac swam up to me.

  “Zac Smith, you are a bad influence on me. There is no denying that,” I huffed.

  “You don’t mean that, do you?” He pouted as he took hold of my hand and pulled me toward him. I felt his full attention beneath the water and giggled.

  “What so funny?”

  “Nothing.” I swung my arms around his neck. “How long are we going to stay in here?”

  “I don’t know.” He rubbed against me. “I just thought we could cool off for a few minutes.”

  “I think we are doing something, but it isn’t cooling off,” I said.

  Before I knew it, we were back underneath the tree where our picnic basket and blanket were. But when I went to put my dress back on, Zac stopped me.

  “No. Not yet. I wanted to ask you something.”

  “Okay.” I sat down in my slip. My skin was still wet. You could see right through it. I don’t think Zac minded at all.

  He pulled the picnic basket to him, reached inside, and pulled out a little black box. My heart stopped.

  “I’m just going to say it, okay? Because I didn’t plan a big speech or anything.” He cracked the box open, revealing a beautiful vintage wedding ring. “Will you marry me?”

  I don’t know where the tears came from, but I nodded.

  “Yes. Yes,” I cried as he slipped the ring on my finger.

  He had tears in his eyes too as he leaned in to kiss me.

  “That was easy,” he joked.

  “How long were you planning this?”

  “Since that first day I saw you moving into your apartment.”

  “Not true,” I muttered, looking at him sideways as my eyebrow arched. “And don’t you mean the first day you yelled at me?”

  “I’ll never do that again.” He crossed his heart. “Now, take this off.” He gently tugged my slip up and pulled it over my head.

  “But Zac, people might come by,” I protested. But truthfully I didn’t protest that hard.

  “We’ll just tell them we got engaged. They’ll understand.”

  “You are terrible.” I pouted but posed for him in a way I knew he’d like. “But you are going to be my husband. Sometimes I have to do what you say.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  Zac was standing there with his boxers on, staring at me. I couldn’t help how liberated I felt. After being trapped in someone else’s world for so long, a prisoner in my own home, being naked out in the country in the middle of nowhere felt wonderful. Arousing.

  “Just lie down on the blanket and let me look at you.”

  I did as I was told. How could I not? I felt safe. I felt warm. But more than that I felt horny, and Zac knew it. He knew I wanted him. Every time I looked at him I wanted him. But this was different. This was wild and forbidden.

  “I love you, Katy,” he purred. “I love every bit of you.” He inched his way up my calf and bit tenderly at my knees. “I just want to taste all of you.” He continued up my thigh, pushing them apart and making me expose my love to him.

  Without another word, he licked at my bud. His mouth was hot after the cool feeling of the water. My body trembled with delight as he raced his tongue up and down. The only thing I could think of was him devouring me. The sun beat down from the blue sky, drying our skin and warming us. The crickets and bumble bees were the only sound other than my panting.

  I listened and heard nothing but nature for miles. It was true. We were the only ones here. Zac knew it would be like this. He knew I needed to feel this freedom. Within seconds I was lost in the pleasure.

  “Katy?” A woman in her early sixties came into the bathroom, snapping me out of my daydream.

  “Yes. I’m Katy.”

  “What’s the matter? Cold feet?” She giggled. “We’re ready for you.”

  I smoothed my skirt once more, took a look in the mirror, and followed the lady from the Justice of the Peace into the courtroom. When I saw Zac standing next to Nathan as his best man, I smiled.

  Cindy offered to be my witness.

  I took my place next to Zac and smiled up at him.

  “Nate said he was sure you changed your mind.”

  I furrowed my brow at Nathan and pointed my finger at him.

  “Just wait until it happens to you.”

  “Oh, you just wait,” Zac interrupted. “Nate always has to do what I do. I’m his hero, you know.”

  Nathan shook his head and tried not to laugh.

  “He’ll be making taking this same walk in six months. I called it.”

  “Katy, you’ve still got time to run,” Nathan teased.

  “I’m not running,” I said, slipping my arm through Zac’s.

  The End

  Touch Me (Preview)

  The Billionaire’s Secrets Book 1

  Kayla C. Oliver

  Chapter One

  Heidi

  These ten-minute breaks were the only times in the day when I could breathe a little. Not that I didn’t constantly feel blessed that I could run my own café in the heart of the tourist district. I was indeed lucky and every day I counted my blessings. My parents couldn’t afford cooking school and for the four years that I apprenticed with Chef Dunphy in Los Angeles, I could only dream of one day running my own place.

  But I got lucky. I’d never heard of Brunswick before, and even if I had, Georgia was never a state I had visited in my life. In fact, I wouldn’t ever have thought of visiting this town hadn’t it been for my ex-boyfriend, Jake. His grandmother used to live here, and he brought me one summer to introduce us. Now Jake was gone, getting married, last I heard and I was left behind, madly in love with this town and the proud owner of my very own café.

  At twenty-eight and the proprietor of a café, I managed to turn over a profit within the first year of opening shop. I was proud of myself, but none of this would have been possible without hard work or all the years I had put into working as a baker’s apprentice. All the money, the very little that I had saved, I put into this business but I didn’t regret a second of it. Brunswick was my home now, and this was where I was going to make my life.

  It wasn’t exactly a sleepy town, especially not during the summer months when its unique location for being a busy harbor town as well as its beautiful surroundings attracted a lot of tourists. This was prime time for my business to bloom. So, the ten hours a day when I wasn’t slogging away at the café, I was at home trying out new recipes or working on marketing campaigns.

  Other than myself, I was able to afford two other staff, one of whom waited on the tables and the other helped me with the baking. So these ten minute breaks when I stood at the back of the café, gulping down a shot of espresso and munching on a mini muffin were extremely precious to me. I savored these moments, staring at the gently swaying boats and yachts anchored in the harbor in the distance, breathing in the fresh summer scent in the air, just thankful for life and the world’s bounty. Only when my mind wandered on occasion, did I allow myself to think about Jake and what he was doing. How could he have moved on so quickly from our relationship? He was engaged to be married within four
months of our breakup. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around it.

  This move to Brunswick had been good for me. I couldn’t continue to live in LA after we broke up. We were in a relationship for two years; I thought we were going to settle down. He had brought me here to meet his grandmother! But things spiraled out of control when we went back. This was when Chef Dunphy promoted me to assistant baker, over Jake who had his fancy baking school degree while I had risen from nothing.

  When we broke up, I knew I couldn’t go back home to Wisconsin. I couldn’t return to my hometown feeling defeated and worn out. What would my family think of me? And neither could I remain in LA. That was weak of me. I was letting Jake win, but I couldn’t find the courage to stay there and cross paths with him on a daily basis.

  I kept an eye out on Brunswick properties. The town had left its mark on me. It was peaceful, slow paced and didn’t have many cafés, even though it had quite the influx of tourists. When this commercial site came up, I looked through my accounts and discovered that I could actually afford it. I took the plunge, made my own business plan, procured the required licenses and equipment and within three months “Bread & Beans” was a fully functional café in the heart of Brunswick’s town center.

  A smile flickered on my face now. I couldn’t stop replaying the past year over and over in my head. I was a successful businesswoman, and all thanks to my own hard work.

  A crash of plates from inside the café snapped me out of my thoughts. With my brows crossed I whipped around to look in. I could see Lucia, standing with her mouth covered with both hands. She looked upset and wasn’t making a move to clear up the broken plates on the floor in front of her.

  I gulped down the rest of the espresso and carrying the cup in my hand, I rushed back into the café.

  “Lucia? What’s going on?” I said as I pushed open the door.

  Our café was small, with only four tables lined up along the bay windows. But each of those tables was occupied and our patrons were all staring at the scene in the center of the café.