Page 62 of Twice as Tempting

Chapter 20

Kelly found him in the shop standing next to a long creamy white car with tailfins.

His head swiveled around when he heard the click of her heels on the cement floor, and he broke out with a huge smile.

So sexy, Kelly thought as she approached him. “She’s a beauty,” she said, adopting the language he used when he referred to cars.

“That she is. A vintage 1965 Cadillac Eldorado.”

Kelly walked around the car and peeked into the windows. “Wow, the backseat is huge!”

“Hop inside and test it out.”

“What? No, that’s ok.”

“Oh, come on.” Damian opened the back door and motioned for Kelly to get inside. She hesitated for a second but then slid across the creamy leather seat, and he climbed in after her, shutting the door firmly behind him. Suddenly, the roomy interior felt very intimate with Damian’s large frame beside her.

He patted the seat and said, “Perfect for making out, huh?”

Kelly’s eyes locked on his, and she read his intent. “This is someone else’s car,” she protested as he slid closer to her.

“They’ll never know,” he said, and he buried his head in her neck.

Kelly’s head automatically tipped back to allow him greater access, and with each kiss, she forgot that they were in a stranger’s car in the shop, where someone might come upon them at any moment.

And then his hand grazed her thigh and disappeared beneath her skirt. “Damian…not here…we shouldn’t…”

He muffled her protests with his lips and tongue and then slipped a finger inside her panties.

“You’re the one, Kell. You’re the only one who revs my engine,” he repeated over and over and over until…

“Damn,” Kelly groaned as she slammed her hand down on the alarm clock. “Just when I was getting to the good part!”

“What was your favorite part of the story and why? Who wants to start?” Kelly asked. The romance book club meeting was in full swing, and Kelly was enjoying herself immensely. It was an eclectic group of women, ranging in age from twenty-five to eighty-five, but they all had one thing in common—they loved to read romance novels!

Mrs. Simmons’s friend Irene raised her hand enthusiastically. “The sex,” she stated to an appreciative round of laughter from the group.

Another hand shot up—this time from Samantha Grant, who was there with her friend Leslie. “The sex scenes were juicy. However, it was the chemistry between the main characters that made it so good.”

“I agree,” added Nikki Collins, who had brought her assistant, Rosa. “To me, that’s the most important aspect of a romance novel. It’s not the sex itself, but the rapport between the characters that makes it so enjoyable.”

“That goes for real life too,” said Elizabeth, another friend of Mrs. Simmons. The women laughed again and nodded their agreement.

“How did you feel about the theme of forbidden love?” Kelly prodded.

Jenna, the youngest member of the group, raised her hand. “I liked the theme of forbidden love because I can relate to it. I have a serious crush on my boss, but I know that he’s off limits.”

“Why? Is he married?” asked a middle-aged woman in the back row.

“No. It’s just because he’s my boss, and I wouldn’t want to compromise his job or mine because of a crush,” Jenna replied.

“Smart girl. There are plenty of other fish in the sea,” Mrs. Simmons said adamantly.

“But I can’t help but wonder if he has feelings for me too,” Jenna said with a faraway look in her eyes. “Sometimes, the way he looks at me...”

The women gave a collective sigh, lost in their own tales of love, until Samantha’s hand shot up. “I experienced a kind of forbidden love too,” she admitted, twisting her hands together as if to gather courage. “I fell in love with a man who was seventeen years younger than me. He was still in college when I first met him.”

The room went quiet, and Leslie squeezed Sam’s hand reassuringly.