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Authors: Angel Payne

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Star of Wonder

The Kinky Truth 3:

STAR OF WONDER

 

 

Angel Payne

 

 

 

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The Kinky Truth 3: Star of Wonder

Copyright © December 2012 by Angel Payne

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Dedication

Dedicated…as always…every time, all the time, to my wonderful man, my Master, my Sir. Your support and belief in me has made so many of my dreams come true. Thank you. I love you so much!

Special, unending gratitude from the bottom of my heart to my friend Angela Barrett. You know the bazillion reasons why. Heart, devil, kissy.

Chapter One

“Can stars really collide?”

The question came from the lips, coated with dark red lipstick, of Dante Tieri’s date for the evening. Her name was Meredith Collins—
Meredith, not Merry
, she was sure to tell him—and the question was actually refreshing. It was the first thing she’d said all night that didn’t involve his clothes, his business, or his new condo at The Elysian, as well as the tour she clearly expected at the end of the night. In short, she was one of his usual date selections. Blonde, beautiful, young, vivacious, but close enough to his forty-three that nobody cocked a brow. The checklist went on from there, and nearly all the boxes were filled. To all who cared, he’d made an ideal selection for one of the most important Chicago events he bankrolled each year.

Which made his yawn, concealed as he reached for more champagne,
not
an encouraging thing.

“I’m not sure Elton John was thinking about cosmic physics when he wrote the song, darling.” He smiled, amused at gazing into her kohl-caked eyes and facing the cloudy effects of the alcohol. Maybe she’d be more interesting after he got a few more flutes into her. “It’s a great lyric, though. One of my—”

Meredith stole the last word off his lips by smashing hers to them. It was a kiss of determination, enforced by her hand at his nape, gripping him hard. Instinct compelled him to hold her waist as she went for tongue play, though he guessed the Taittinger had dulled his blood. His body reacted with a mild surge of warmth, nothing more. He opened a little wider, letting her explore him, groaning as she dived for his tonsils with nearly professional confidence.

He did a mental pullback. Shit. She really did kiss like a pro.

He yanked back physically too.

“Thank you,” he managed to murmur. “But, umm, appearances, darling.” He gazed across the room, through the forest of military dress attire, knowing damn well that none of these people cared who the hell he was or whether he humped an ostrich in front of them. “I’m sure you understand.”

“Certainly.” Meredith’s reply matched the smooth line she ran down his sleeve with a dark red fingernail. “Just wanted you to have a preview for later.”

He started running a list of I’ve-gotta-call-it-an-early-night excuses.

His effort was interrupted by a whoop from the dance floor that sliced the air as the ballad ended. The outburst was so loud, it visibly shook the banner overhead reading THANK YOU, CHICAGO VETERANS, ACTIVE DUTY, AND FAMILIES. As the disc jockey hit the Play button on a bass-heavy dance tune, Dante joined the rest of the crowd to observe his best friend, Mark Moore, sweeping a curvy brunette off her feet. The man’s grin was brilliant against his well-trimmed beard as he twirled her a couple of times, then set her down and grabbed her hand, setting a path back to where Dante sat with Meredith.

Dante greeted the couple with a smirk he had to paste to his lips. Their giddy delight in each other was so palpable, it made his embrace with Meredith seem a cartoon. His chest went taut.
Fuck. Just admit it, you asshole. You envy him. More than a little. It’s ugly as hell, but it’s the truth.

“Well, Rose.” He managed to fake his way through an easy drawl at least, addressing the gorgeous woman nestled against his friend’s chest. “Marker Man doesn’t raise the roof like that unless there’s a damn good reason. And I have a feeling his ‘damn good reason’ means I’m about to lose a tremendous employee.” He arched his brows at Mark. “You talked her into it after all, eh? You put a ring on her finger just two months ago, and now you want her around on a full-time basis? This is the thanks I get for footing the bill on your annual love child of a pet project?”

“Bite me, Tieri.” Mark chuckled. “The marines were half my life. And didn’t you just sign the contract to bankroll the Memorial Day cruise on the lake too? I think somebody just likes ogling women in uniform.”

Meredith grabbed his elbow. “I could get a uniform.”

He was able to ignore her, thanks to Rose Fabian-Moore’s musical laugh. “Mr. Tieri, you could turn that gift for flattery into a new business. I’m not
that
huge of a loss. You have some amazing consultants on the Baghdad project.”

He grunted. “None who’ve cared more about getting that school rebuilt, Rose.”

The classic angles of her face crunched with emotion. “Yes. I’ll really miss those kids.” She glanced up at Mark. “Maybe we could take just one more quick trip there, to say good—”

“No.” His friend nearly snarled the word. Dante furrowed the brows he’d just hiked at the man. He knew about Mark’s intensity; hell, he shared the trait to many degrees. But he’d never seen Marker Man this ferocious. “No,” Mark repeated. “And that’s final. Baghdad is no place for a pregnant woman.”

Shock froze him for a second. Then he surged off the stool. “What. The. Fuck? You spunky dog!” He yanked his friend into a hug. “No wonder you hollered like a goddamn teenager. Congrats, man.”

“Thanks.” Mark said it with heavy meaning. “That means a lot, Inferno Boy.”

Though he chuckled at the nickname, Dante had to turn his gaze away again, lest Mark see what was going on in his soul. The self-honesty that had propelled him to millionaire status now turned traitor, forcing him to recognize that his envy had mutated to jealousy.

Goddamn it, there was no denying it. He craved what Mark had found. The connection. The need. Yeah, even the protective snarls. He longed for the magic his friend had been brave enough to go after with all emotional guns blasting, despite the silly social whispers that had followed. Mark and Rose shared something that drowned it all out anyhow. Their love played a symphony of its own, blasting away those small minds and their meaningless squeals of disapproval. The two of them were certainly none the worse for wear in getting deleted from half the social invitation lists in the city. To be frank, they seemed happier for it.

Hell. He could really get used to a calendar like that.

“Umm…Mr. Tieri? Are you busy?”

The shy greeting, coming from just out of his periphery forced Dante to turn back. A female navy officer now stood there, a lieutenant if he read the stripes on her shoulder accurately, who looked ready to bolt from nervousness. He smiled out of sheer sympathy for the petite redhead. She was bracketed by two friends. A blonde, equally tiny, joined her in the squirming act. The last member of the trio, a taller brunette, stood off to the side and rolled her eyes in the universal code for
get me out of here right now
. His gaze was pulled to her. He got this reaction from a lot of people, and prided himself in easing it by turning on the old-world Italian charm he’d learned so well from the source of the stuff: his grandfather. He tilted a big grin and—

It froze.
He
froze.

The halt to his gut, his chest, and his rational thinking happened sometime just after the rest of his senses fell ass over elbows into the magic of looking at her. Her sable hair was pulled back into a typical naval bun, now seeming more a goddess’s knot on her head. Her dramatic brows swept over forest-deep eyes. Her mouth was a generous sweep of dark cherry, the bottom a bit fuller than the top. Her nose wasn’t perfect, thank God, with a slight rounded tip that seemed made for kissing. Her strong chin perfectly finished the heart shape of her face.

His gaze dipped, taking in the rest of her. God save him, he couldn’t help it. She was slim yet curved in all the right places. Her breasts looked gentle and plush, decent handfuls that were matched by the soft swell of her ass, and legs that made her government pumps look erotic as pole-dancer stilts. Damn it, when had naval skirt suits gotten so sexy?

He told himself to shake it off. To crack some lame one-liner that would set her at ease and make her want to stay here, in his direct universe, nearly close enough to touch. Shit, just thinking of
touching
her—well, now he knew what creative visualization meant, didn’t he? As well as sweet torture.

As well as complete irony.

Three minutes ago, he’d tossed a symbolic coin into the fountain of fate. He’d waved his goddamn melodramatic mental flag, declaring cravings for connection and need, possessiveness to the point of going feral about it, a lover and not just a date.

Something a lot like this.

In the back of his mind, he heard fate giggling at him. Hysterically.

Chapter Two

She’d been at this “Yay for the Troops” dance party thing for an hour and a half. In Celina Kouris’s mind, that was sixty minutes too long. How she let Eve and Reiley talk her in to this was still a mystery, but finally her friends were ready to head out. They were just a dozen steps from the doors when both Eve and Rei stopped and hyperventilated like a discount shoe rack had been dropped in the middle of the Hilton’s ballroom. Only this was worse.

The reason for their change in course was a man. Not just any man, she learned as they dragged her to the massive bottom-lit bar in the middle of the room, but the bazillionaire whose credit line had made this spectacle possible. For some reason, Eve thought that required her to approach the guy as if he were the Pope. And to nearly genuflect when he turned, his black designer suit moving easily with him, his megawatt smile a direct contrast to his black, close-trimmed beard.

“Holy shit.” Reiley leaned close to Celina as she whispered it. “He’s more gorgeous in person! Look at his hair. Holy God, it’s doing that curling-around-the-ears thing. You think he’d kill me if I touched it? It’s like…like black satin!”

Celina arched both brows. “Girl, you are a commissioned officer of the US Navy Judge Advocate General’s Corps. Do
not
tell me you just compared a man’s hair to something they make into bad prom dresses.”

“Sure did.” Reiley giggled. “Deal with it,
girl
.”

The man now kicked his grin at Eve. “Please call me Dante.” All too quickly, his gaze swung and locked on
her
. “And no, I’m not busy.”

“Dante?” She poured more derision into her tone, using it to counter his unnerving stare. She dared a fast glare back, but regretted it at once. She’d relent on one aspect of the man. His eyes were haunting. Did they have
any
color? Did he
ever
blink? She looked closer, drawn by the need to find out. “Is he serious?” she finally managed to quip.

“Completely.” Rei kept up her eager whisper. “The name’s been in his family for centuries.”

“You don’t say.” Her snort seemed to register on Pope-Man Tieri’s radar, but she wasn’t surprised. He still didn’t stop examining her. Self-consciousness dug in, especially because his date now noticed the same thing. Of course,
she
looked like a magazine ad too, coiffed and cultured, a walking version of the society page. The observation was oddly unnerving.

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