Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 17

Republisher’s Note: Manny got together in the last chapter and they celebrate it today.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 17

When Michelle awoke she could tell by the quality of the light that it was very early. She was alone in the bed and could smell something burning. She slipped into her own room to get a robe and she joined Danny in the kitchen.

He was barefoot, wearing only a pair of jeans, stirring something on the stove. Michelle came up behind him and kissed the back of his neck. He had showered and he smelled clean and soapy.

He turned and embraced her. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I was going to surprise you with this.”

“With what?”

“Breakfast.”

He looked back at the mess of runny eggs in the pan and said ruefully, “Or what should have been breakfast.”

“What’s burning?”

“The toast. I guess I should have waited for Rosa, huh?”

“I guess so,” Michelle said, turning off the heat under the pan.

“I’m starving,” he confessed. “I drank my dinner last night after you walked out with Bill.”

“I remember.”

“And I kind of worked up an appetite later,” he added, nibbling her earlobe.

“I remember that, too. Vividly.” She slipped out of his arms and said, “Sit down. I’ll feed you. What would you like?”

“Pancakes?” he suggested hopefully.

She looked at him.

“Of course, it that’s too much trouble,” he added, shrugging, casting her a sidelong glance.

Michelle shook her head smiling. “You are an operator, Mr. Santos.”

He sat at the table, sliding down onto his spine.

“You want to keep my energy up, don’t you?” he said slyly.

“I have never known it to be down,” she replied crisply, looking for the flour.

“Not where you’re concerned,” he answered. He watched her moving about the kitchen and said, “This reminds me of the first time we met. You cooked for me then, too, remember?”

“Yes, you arrived looking like a road bum and proceeded to eat everything you could find until I made you an omelet.”

“I thought you were cute.” He sighed. “But young.”

“And I thought you were challenging and interesting and…different. You were quite a change from the boys in my high school, you were…..”

“What?”

“A man.”

He regarded her fondly as she located the flour and reached for the measuring cups.

“I was acutely aware of that fact every time I looked at you,” he admitted. “You were always so clean and neat and pretty, with your tan hair hanging down over you shoulders like the princess in the fairy tale.”

“Which one?” Michelle asked, indulging him.

“You know, the one where she’s locked in a tower.”

“Danny, they are always locked in towers. That’s staple of the fairy-tale market.”

He shook his head.

“No, no. The one where the prince comes and stands below her window and calls, ‘Da-da-da, Da-da-da, let down your hair.’ And when she does, he climbs it like a rope to see her.”

“Da-da-da?” she said teasing him.

“You know,” he insisted.

“Rapunzel,” she said, ending the suspense.

He snapped his fingers.

“Rapunzel! You knew it all the time.”

She put her hand over her heart.

“I confess. I knew it all the time. The sugar canister is empty, do you know where Rosa keeps the big bag?”

“Under the silver drawer,” he replied.

Michelle bent from the waist to get it, and he watched as the action lifted her shortie robe and displayed a smooth expanse of creamy leg, stopping just short of what he most wanted to see. His eyes narrowed to slits and his breathing quickened. Michelle held the position as she searched, unaware of his reaction, until he finally stood abruptly, shoving aside the chair and covering the distance between them in two long strides.

He embraced her from behind just as she straightened with the bag in her hand. “I bet I can make you drop that,” he said softly, untying the sash of her robe. He was fully aroused, and Michelle leaned back into him, closing her eyes.

“No, bet,” she replied, letting the bag fall into the sink. He pulled the robe off her shoulders and let it fall, cupping her breasts in his hands as it slid to the floor. She rotated her hips, pressing and rubbing against him, and she was rewarded by his deep moan of pleasure.

“Temptress,” he said in her ear.

“I’m trying.”

“Seductress.”

“I hope so.”

He released her long enough to unfasten his jeans and step out of them, then pulled her to him against the counter.

“Just…lift,” he said, grunting as he held her up and she locked her legs around his hips. He entered her standing, and they raced to a swift conclusion that left them drained and panting. Michelle let her head fall to Danny’s shoulder, and it was several seconds before he realized she was laughing.

“What?” he said.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said, looking up at him.

“Why not?”

“What if Rosa had walked in?”

“Knowing Rosa, ” Danny said, kissing her damp temple, “She would have applauded and said, “It’s about time, no es verdad?”

Michelle giggled.

“You’re probably right.”

Danny stepped back and Michelle put her feet on the floor.

“So, what about those pancakes?” she said briskly, reaching for her robe.

Danny snatched it out of her grasp.

“You won’t be needing this,” he said, tossing it into a corner.

“I thought you wanted breakfast,” Michelle protested as he took her hand and began leading her back to the bedroom.

“Breakfast can wait,” he replied.”I just remembered what I’d rather do.”

“You don’t feel weak or faint or anything, do you?” she said as he dragged her through the door. “From lack of food, I mean?”

He picked her up and tossed her, squealing, onto the bed. “If I pass out, just slap me a few times and I’ll come around” he said, sprawling on top of her, catching his weight on his hands at the last second.

“I’ll keep you awake , Danny,” she promised, scrunching down in the bed and planting a row of kisses on his hip, working inward.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he said huskily, turning to accommodate her.

They both fell silent, and he proved to her that he was indeed awake.

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