Page 62 of Evidence of Secrets

Hank looked around the tiny kitchen. “Oh, you want me to wash the dishes.”

Two could play that game. “Yes. While you’re doing them, I think I’ll go read for a bit.”

Laura walked toward the bedroom, tossing her top on the floor. She made it to the bedroom door before she felt a warm, very hard body behind her. Hank grabbed her around the waist and kissed her neck.

“I think the dishes can wait. I can’t.”

Laura tried to turn, but Hank picked her straight up and deposited her not too gently on the bed. He shucked his clothes and crawled beside her. He ran his hand over her breasts, tweaking a nipple along the way.

She turned toward him and rubbed his cock, which was jutting between her legs.

Hank moaned and removed her hands. “Sweetheart, you’ll get your turn. Right now, I’m scooting down, and you will open those lovely legs because I’m diving in.”

Laura giggled. The one thing she liked about having sex with Hank was that he was a fantastic lover, and there were no awkward moments. He made little jokes that made her feel comfortable.

And, oh my. Laura felt his warm tongue on her pussy. She was in heaven.

* * *

An hour later,he and Laura cleaned up and packed snacks for the beach. Hank was satiated. He felt an intense connection to Laura. Something he’d never felt with the other women he dated. Perhaps he did with Heather before she broke his heart. Plus, he loved that Laura was so responsive when they made love. He loved their back-and-forth banter. Sex was meant to be enjoyed in every way, and laughing was one of them.

He enjoyed bringing goodies to her apartment to share and making plans to go somewhere he knew they’d both enjoy, especially since she turned the AC on. The beach was Laura’s favorite place to be. And seeing her in a bikini was his favorite thing to see. She was everything he wanted in a woman, a mate.

Mate? Yes. Hank could see himself with her. Married. Kids. Happy.

“I believe we’re ready to go,” said Laura. She packed another water in the cooler carry-on and reached for her cover.

Hank pulled her into his arms. “Mmmm. You look good enough to eat.”

“I think you did that already.” Laura laughed and pulled out of his arms. “If you continue to look at me that way, we’ll never get to the beach.”

Hank tried his pout, but he wasn’t particularly good at it. Laura laughed even harder. She lightly slapped him on the arm and told him to get over it.

Laura’s phone rang just as she locked her door.

“Hello?” Her face turned white.

“Laura? What is it?”

* * *

“Oh my God. It’s Levi.”Laura’s heart dropped. This couldn’t be happening. Especially after the morning she and Hank had that was full of laughter, fun, and fantastic sex.

Hank’s eyes narrowed. “Levi?”

Laura closed, then opened her eyes. “Levi is in the hospital with a concussion.”

“Did he have an accident?

“I don’t have the specifics, but it happened at the bistro.” Laura started shaking.

Hank stepped over and pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay. We’ll get to the bottom of this. What hospital is he in?”

“His wife said Black Pointe General.”

“Okay then. Why don’t you go change, and I’ll unpack the cooler.”

After the wonderful morning they had together, now this? What was that old saying about bad luck? Oh, yeah. Bad luck comes in threes. Well, she was way ahead of those odds. What else could go wrong?

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