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Authors: Mackenzie McKade
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“That’s great, but—” When Gina paused, Marc
and Georgia’s concerned expressions matched. “Well, I-I,” she stammered. “I was
thinking about starting a family after we returned from our honeymoon.” There
was an edge of vulnerability in her tone Marc found so endearing. Her gaze rose
to meet his. “I mean, only if you want to too.”
“Oh is that all?” Georgia heaved a breath
of relief and swiped a palm through the air. “Honey, remember this is
Hollywood. Everything is done with cameras, mirrors, lights and clothing. As
long as you’re healthy and able to work, no one will know the difference. Even
if you’re as big as a house. Which I’m sure you won’t be,” she quickly added.
A family?
Emotion caught in his throat. “You want to
have a baby?”
She nodded.
Excitement welled inside him but he
hesitated. “I thought you’d want to wait.”
“No. I mean. We can wait if you want.”
He laid a palm on her stomach. “I can’t
wait until you carry my son or daughter.”
Gina went on tiptoes and softly kissed
Marc. “Let’s go.”
After entering her dressing room and
slipping out of her costume, Gia shimmied into a full-length evening gown that
shimmered as if it were made of golden flecks. Holding up the hem, she slid her
feet into a matching pair of stilettos. She glanced in the mirror, checking her
long red hair and gave it a fluff with her hands before moving around the
vintage tri-fold French dressing screen.
As she scanned the dressing room, a
nostalgic moment clenched her chest. This had been home away from home for some
time, but now she had a real home with a husband and maybe soon a little boy
who would be the image of his father or perhaps a redheaded girl who would have
Gia’s eyes. She laid her palm on her flat abdomen and smiled at the thought of
Marc’s child growing inside her.
“You’re beautiful.” Marc eased up behind
her, circling her waist with strong arms. She leaned back, soaking up his
warmth. “Happy?”
“Yes.” She would be even happier if they
could skip the celebration party given in her honor and go home.
He looked so handsome dressed in a black tuxedo
and a white shirt that contrasted his suntanned skin deliciously. Marc’s dark
hair was combed back, his eyelids heavy. His sexy expression made her heart
stutter. How had she gotten so lucky?
Warm breath washed across her neck and her
flesh prickled. Firm but soft lips slid across her skin as his teeth nibbled
and teased the sensitive area behind her ear.
“I love you,” he murmured.
Gia turned in his arms, their noses
touching, their mouths a breath away. “I love you too.”
Briefly he kissed her before giving her a
squeeze. “Let’s get out of here. Get this party over so we can go home.”
Grabbing her hand, he led her toward the door. As they stepped outside, her
black limousine pulled up and Antares got out. The android tipped his head and
then activated the doors, which sprang upward.
Gia climbed in, adjusting the folds in her
gown before Marc followed. “We need to call our families to let them know we’ve
changed our plans.”
“Can you take off work for several months?”
Gia couldn’t bear the thought of an ocean between them. Even with
faster-than-light travel being what it was, she couldn’t bear being away from
him.
He remained quiet for longer than was
comfortable.
“Marc?”
“We’ll have this next month together, but
I’ll need to return to the States to oversee the build of the Institute’s
backorders.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Maybe I shouldn’t
take this job.”
The door closed softly and the dark-eyed
android slid behind the steering wheel. “Lexar Hotel?”
“Yes. Please.” Conflicted, she dropped her
gaze to her folded hands laying in her lap.
Marc draped an arm around her shoulders.
“You’ve already made a commitment. We’ll work through this. I can fly back and
forth when time permits.”
“Distance kills a relationship.”
Gia didn’t need to tell him that. All he
had to do was listen to
Entertainment Daily
, which provided the scoop on
all celebrities’ lives. In fact, their wedding had been plastered across the
sky waves. Las Vegas even provided two-to-one odds on how long their marriage
would last. It was disheartening.
“Not ours, sweetheart.” He kissed the top
of her head. “I promise I’ll do whatever I can to minimize our separation.”
Sighing, she snuggled into him, inhaling
his clean scent spiced with a woodsy cologne. She couldn’t believe she was
married to such an understanding man. Now if they could actually make it
happen.
They pulled up to the hotel entrance where
a massive crowd had already gathered. Cameras flashed. Onlookers attempted to
see into the dark tinted windows of their vehicle. Marc and Gia waited until the
door opened. A familiar roar erupted, echoing in Gia’s chest, but this time she
wouldn’t be walking alone. Marc got out, extended her his hand, and she smiled.
As they strolled arm in arm down the red
carpet, she leaned in to him and whispered, “I rented a hotel room—the
honeymoon suite.” Then they entered the large ballroom and she was swept away
by a group of admirers.
Time passed and each time she attempted to
make her way back to Marc someone else would sabotage her. The sultry
come-hither expressions he gave her from across the room promised a night of
passion, heating her body with anticipation.
Patience had never been a virtue she
possessed. Wetting her lips, she motioned with a jerk of her head toward the
door.
Marc winked his acknowledgement.
Before anyone else could stop her, Gia
slipped into the hallway. She didn’t have to wait long for Marc to join her.
Like two errant children, hand in hand and laughing, they raced toward the
elevators.
Alone in the closed-in structure, she
tipped her chin to receive Marc’s passionate kiss. Taking several steps, he
pinned her against the cool steel and ravished her mouth. She was breathless
when they reached the penthouse floor. As the door to their suite slid open,
she kicked off her heels and faced Marc.
Neither she nor Marc paid attention to the
elegance of the room, the dimly lit chandelier or king-size bed that awaited
them. They had eyes for only each other.
Marc began to unravel his tie. “Remove your
gown.”
Reaching behind her, Gia activated the
fastener and her zipper fell in a hush. The hunger in his steamy glare made her
hand tremble. With a slight shrug, the silky material slid off her arms, baring
already heavy breasts, then slinking past her hips and legs before pooling
around her ankles.
Naked.
Marc’s jaw dropped in surprise. “You wore
nothing beneath that gown?”
Through lowered lashes, she gazed up at
him. “Uh-huh.”
A growl echoed from somewhere low in his
throat. Feverishly he worked to remove his coat, tossing it to the floor. As
his heavy footsteps closed the distance between them, he fumbled with his
shirt.
In a heartbeat, Gia found herself wrapped
in his arms, his mouth plundering hers. He tasted of brandy and forever. When
his tongue slid alongside hers, she sucked on it with long pulls.
When Marc had removed all his clothes she
had no idea, but in mere seconds the heat of his nude body was pressed into
hers. His rigid erection bit into her belly. She made a small adjustment and
felt his hardness against her moist pussy.
“Thank you,” he whispered close to her ear.
Rocking her hips back and forth, she
savored the feel of him. “For what?”
“Forgiving me.” Marc eased back so that
their gazes met. “Why did you?”
“You mean besides the fact that I love
you?” She smoothed her palms up arms of steel until they were locked around his
neck. “Honestly, I quite lost myself in your apology. Not to mention that
kiss.” Her gaze fell to his lips. “It was hard to hate you after that.” Well,
there was also the fact that she had been miserable without him those five
weeks. “Now, husband, shut up and kiss me.”
He did just that and so much more. With one
thrust he joined them together and began to focus on making all Gia’s dreams
come true.
About the Author
A taste of the erotic, a measure of daring and a hint of laughter
describes Mackenzie McKade’s novels. She sizzles the pages with scorching sex,
fantasy and deep emotion that will touch you and keep you immersed until the
end. Whether writing contemporaries, futuristics or fantasies, this Arizona
native thrives on giving you the ultimate erotic adventure.
When not traveling through her vivid imagination, she’s
spending time with three beautiful daughters, a devilishly handsome grandson,
and the man of her dreams. She loves to write, enjoys reading, and boating and
jet skiing top her list of summer activities. If mischief is in
order—Mackenzie’s your gal!
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