His Revenge Baby: 50 Loving States, Washington by Theodora Taylor

,thatwashot.
    Howmuchcontrolhadittakenforhimtoholdbacklikethat?Lilliwondered.Notto release,untilhewasready.Ahellofalot,sheguessed.Andshethengotthefeelingthat thecompanyliteraturewasn’tjustblowingmarketingsmokewhentheyclaimedthe Nakamurafamilywasdescendedfromsamurais.
    Heheldontoherforalongtimeafter.Actuallyheldwasn’ttherightword.More likeherestedagainsther,hisarmsloosearoundherwaistasifthisacthadrelieved himofwhateverburdenhe’dbroughtwithhimintotheapartment.
    Whatareyoumixedupin? shewantedtoaskhim. Whydidthatvoicesendmeafter you?
    Butofcourseshedidn’taskhimthat.Couldn’taskhimthat.Instead,shestrokedhis softhairashebreathedintoherneck,wishingthatnotbeingabletoaskaquestion meantitdisappearedfromyourmind.
    ChapterFourteen
    WOULD youlikeyourcarnow?
    Nodidn’trealizehowlonghe’dbeensittingwithAnauntilhisphonelituponthe roundwoodensidetablehe’dplaceditonbeforesettlingintotheslipperchair.
    Healwayskepthisphoneoutwhenhewashavingsex.Justincasesomethingmore importantcameup.Also,sohecouldtextforacarassoonashewasdone.Noneedto lingerwiththewomenhe’donlyhiredtofulfillhisbiologicalneeds.
    ButifMiyukiwastextinghim,itmustbewellpasttheusualhourorlesshetypically spentwithhisOsakaCharmgirls.
    Yethedidn’tpickupthephone.Infact,heclosedhiseyes,restinghisheadonAna’s shoulder.Eventhoughheknewifhedidn’tgohomenow,he’dhavetocramlikea schoolboyontheplanetomorrowtogethisnotesfinished,hecouldn’tlethergo.
    Nosilentlyswore,becausehehadtechnicallyfinished,releasingintothecondom.
    Buthestillwantedmore.Hiseyeswereclosed.Buttheimageofherlargebreastsas shecameinhislap,stillblazedbrightinhismind.Heneededtoreturntoreality.But thefeelofherinhislap.Sosoft.Sowarm.Soreal…
    “Whatareyougoingtodowiththemoney?”hegroundout.Notsomucha question,butaremindertohimselfaboutwhatthisreallywas.Littlemorethana commercialexchangeofhighlydesiredgoods.Luxuryperfumesprayedonaverybase arrangement.
    Thoughshehadn’tputontheperfumetonight.Andhecouldfeelherconfusionin thewayherbacktightened,inthesuddenpauseofthehandstrokinghishair.
    “YoumeanthemoneyMiyukigavemeearlier?”sheasked.
    “Yes.Thatmoney.Andthemoneyyouwillbepaidatthebeginningofeverymonth untilApril.Whatplansdoyouhaveforit?”
    “Um,that’snotexactlyasexyconversationtopic.Butyouasked,soI’lltellyou.I’m planningtogobacktoschool.Getmy,um…masters.”
    Heleanedbackfromtheirhalfembracethen.Openedhiseyesinordertolookat herquizzically.
    Andshegavehimachagrinedhalf-smile.“SeeItoldyouitwasn’tsexy.”
    Sosheonlyplannedtodothisforalittlewhile?Afterhimshe’dbegoingtoschool, notintoanotherman’sarms?Whydidthisnewpieceofinformationmakehisheart
    beatfaster?
    “Oh,hey!Lookatyourphone…”shesaid,hereyesswingingawayfromhis.“Itlooks likeyougot—Imean, received atext.Doyouneedtoanswerthat?”
    “Whydoyoudothat?”heaskedher.
    “Dowhat?”
    “Correctyourself.Idon’tunderstand.”
    “Well,accordingtotheinstructionsIreceivedfromOsakaCharm,I’monly supposedtousesophisticatedlanguagewithyou.NottalklikeIusuallydo.Nocursing, nobadgrammar.It’sprobablyagoodthingformetocleanupmylanguage,sinceI wanttogetmymastersheresoonanyway.”
    Yes,hermasters.AnadvanceddegreeinteachingEnglish.“Youenjoyworkingwith children.”
    Nowagenuinesmilespreadacrossherface.“Ido!Ilovebeingabletohelpthem.
    Seethemgrow.It’saprivilege,andI’mreallyhappytoservethemduringthisstageof theirlives.”
    “Yetyouareherewithme.”
    Heshouldn’thavesaidit.Herealizeditalmostassoonasthewordswereoutofhis mouth.Hehatedwatchingthesmilecurdleonherfaceinresponsetohisquestion.
    Likehehadtakensomethingpreciousfromher.
    “Onlyforalittlewhile,”sheanswered,hervoicesmall.
    Nakamuraswerebornwarriors.AndheandhisyoungerbrotherHayato,in particular,weredescendedfromsamuraisonbothsides.Fromanearlyagethey’d beentaughttonever,ever,underanycircumstancesshameeithersideoftheirfamily byshowingweakness.Thatmeantneverexplainingtheiractionsorwords.Especially whenitcametoWesterners.YetNocouldfeelanapologyhoveringonthetopofhis