The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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The Devil and the
Chapter Nine (NC-17)
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Emma raised
an incredulous brow. “This is not a caravan,
Sean. I’m simply preparing the place for
the first small group.”
He sighed
and rolled his eyes heavenward as if looking for help from above.
into an expression somewhere between exasperation and kindness.
teenagers to test your new toys and lift the heavy boxes for you!”
“They’re on summer break anyway.
Not like they’re going to run off and see their family.
if to wipe the cold words away.
Sean raised
a brow as she crossed to him in long, languid strides, the fine fabric of her
day dress shifting and showing curves and planes that he sorely wished were not
covered by the pale cream material.
Shaking himself from his unwanted reverie, he regarded her with a stern
look. “Emma, they’re teenagers, not
hired hands.”
Emma folded
her arms, standing mere inches away from him.
Her stilettos made them almost the same height, making her suddenly feel
short when she realized just how much taller he was than her in stocking
feet. She tilted her chin to one side
and raised the other brow to join the first.
“If I recall, you like testing toys, don’t you, Sean?”
neatly manicured nail down his jaw.
He
recoiled. “Too far,
Emma. Stay out of my fantasy
life.” He knew that he was blushing
furiously but he did not look away.n stn style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She
merely smiled slowly and nodded once.
“Fair
enough,” she replied casually, shrugging as if it meant noting to her.
realized what she had done, not simply skimming thoughts as he had told her she
might do but delving deeply into Sean’s mind, picking out that which he
desired, assuring herself even as she lied to herself about her reasons for
doing so. “I’ll stay out of your
thoughts. Just don’t be so transparent.”
turning to cross to the mantle where she had left a folder full of paperwork,
mostly lists but some of it of a more political importance.
in
away…” She flipped through the papers
and smiled to herself.
school is opening as a branch of this main campus so most of the paperwork is
in place in terms of running a home based school or private academy.
health inspectors and demonstrate that I am a competent person.”
laugh. “No comments from the peanut
gallery.”
“I wouldn’t
dare dream,” Sean mutteredan san style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He did let
his eyes travel down the curve of her throat, though coming to rest atop the
creamy swell of breast peeking through the buttons in her strained sun
dress. _Maybe a little, _ he
amended.
“Stop
staring at my breasts and listen to me,” she snapped, her hands fisting in
preparation to strike him. “I am leaving
today for
John
Sean sighed
wearily. “Do I need to bring boxes?” he
asked dryly.
“No,
sweetie, I have some,” she purred, her eyes flashing annoyance for the briefest
moment. “Sean,” she began after a slight
pause, moving to him again. She laid a
placid hand on his chest and looked steadily at him, refusing to simper or
preen or any of those other annoying female behaviors she saw women her age
perform. “I want you to come to
“I am… I’m
driving the other three, remember?” He
frowned, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
“No… I
mean… come to stay. For
good.”
Sean
blinked owlishly and sat very still for a moment or two.
“We’ve
established that,” she intoned, stepping back out of arm’s reach, hoping to
make him more comfortable. “I think this
relationship has potential and we’d both be denying ourselves needlessly if we
didn’t give it a try.”
He stared
at her frankly, his jaw wanting to drop but not, through sheer dint of
will. “Emma, I can’t just move to
She sighed
loudly and if Sean had not have known better, he could’ve sworn that Emma was
embarrassed. She chose to ignore his
feeble protests and press on. “We’ve
only made love a handful of times,” she continued, “but I know that all you
need is to lower your inhibitions a fraction in order to enjoy it more fully.”
“What?” He
shook his head comically. “You can’t
reduce moving in together to simply sex!”
“I know,
but it’s the most primitive way to the brain.
You figure out the sex part, everything else falls into place.”
she headed over to bay window. “You
would have your own room for proprieties sake.
It would not do for two unmarried instructors to share a bed room!”
Sean found
himself nodding before he could stop it.
“Emma, I’ll go with you out there to ensure they are not overworked and
you do not harbor some secret wish to be bad.
I’ll go because I think this is a fascinating chance for me to see the
school being built from the ground up.”
Emma snorted
briefly. “Sean, I never thought I would
live to see the day where you would be the voice of reason!”
“What the
Hell does that mean?” he demanded petulantly.
“You’re the
one always flying off the handle about things, Sam and Theresa being a prime
example.”
He rolled
his eyes. “That’s different!” he
snapped. “She’s my daughter and he’s… he’s…”
“Doing all
sorts of interesting things to her naked body that only two teenagers have the
energy for?” she suggested dryly, already heading for the door.
in a few hours. You’re coming with me…