Courted by Karma (The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod) (49 page)

At my happy gasp, he dropped the tape and bandage to the floor.
My gasp turned into a startled exclamation, and I covered my mouth with my hands.

“But hopefully, I don’t need the words.”

Luke was right. Our commitment ceremony did contain borderline pain and was sick. I was staring at a new tattoo on Luke’s chest, above his heart. It was a stylized letter A in blue and surrounded by a scrolling design in bold, black ink that was beautiful, but completely masculine. It wasn’t too small or too large. It was the perfect surprise tattoo.

“
I love it!” I breathed in awe, leaning close to examine the design. “When did you do this?”

“Yesterday, after I left your office at three.”
He grinned. “I planned to show you tonight.”

Understanding dawned, and it became clear how much longer Luke has been aware of his feelings for me.
Then in a move that only proved I was so much more of a girly-girl than I’d ever hoped, I burst into tears.

Laughing as he gather
ed me into his arms, Luke stroked my back while I cried my happiness against his neck.

He chided in a teasing voice,
“Hey, you told me to expect drooling, but not a flood!”

O
verwhelmed by emotion, I smacked my tormentor’s shoulder while I continued to cry, and he continued to soothe me and laugh softly like a devil.

He turned my face to his and kissed me passionately, effectively ending my first crying jag of my adult life. Draped across his lap, I was wrapped tight in Luke’s warm arms as he kissed the tears off my face.
He also kissed the tears he insisted were dripping onto my chest.

Stroking his short black hair
, I hiccupped, “Do I get to open my gift now?”

Luke
looked up from licking my tears and grinned. “Oh yeah, it’s time.”

Leaning forward, he picked up the black bag from the bedside table and placed it in my hands. He
claimed he was rearranging us more comfortably on the bed when he ended up leaning back against all the pillows and I was straddling his lap, sitting up straight and facing him.

Shivering from his large hands roaming freely across my
nude body, I shook the gift bag a final, savoring time and untied the bow.

Looking
across at Luke with a smile, he arched a brow and gave me a nod. I pulled out a business card. It had the words High Noon in a three dimensional font across the front. There was a western-style star brand in the center between the two words.

Frowning at the elusive familiarity of those words, I flipped the card. On the back
was written: Friday 11/23/12 @ 8 a.m.

I smiled quizzically at Luke. “What’s this?”

Luke put an arm behind his head. Never looking sexier, my Dark Prince was lounging against my silk pillows and his muscles were rippling. The exposed tuft of hair under his raised arm was silky black, like the thin trail down the middle of his chest. My eyes were drawn to the tattoo and I was melting inside. I don’t stop it this time.

He smiled back.
“It’s your appointment tomorrow morning.”

I tilted my head
and asked in amused confusion, “Appointment for what?”

Luke didn’t answer, but nodded his head towards the gift bag I’d left on his stomach. “There’s more.”

Giving him a narrow-eyed look that only made his smile grow into a grin; I reached in and rooted around the tissue paper. I felt another slip of heavier paper and that was it. Pulling it out of the bag, the paper was folded but I saw there was an image printed on the inside.

As I unfolded the paper, Luke said, “The appointment is for getting my name tattooed on your ass tomorrow at
the High Noon tattoo shop and then you can get busy shopping for those.”

In my hands
was a picture of two claw foot tubs.

Epilogue

“Dirty Dancing” Time Of My Life (Final Dance)

Friday, 11/23/12

1:30 A
M

I have been thoroughly worshipped for the last hour. Luke has exhausted me with his love that
mere words cannot describe. Luckily, his hands, mouth, and cock had no problems showing me how he felt. I have been kissed, licked, stroked, caressed, rubbed, sucked, and fucked over every square inch of my body, and all of the round ones, too.

The bedside lamp
was still on. Facing my boyfriend while lying on my side, I have a hand tucked under my pillow. His position mirrored mine.

Six inches apart, we smile
d at each other.

“Princess?”

“Yes, my Devil?”

“It’s your turn.
Let me know when you’ve thought of your fantasy and when…”

Grinning with happiness that he’
s finally ended my two-day torture, I sat up quickly. Clapping my hands in glee, I interrupted with a deep laugh, “Oh, believe me, I know my second top fantasy!”

Luke smiled and arched a brow. “Okay then. Do you want to tell me or…”

“Oh yes please, I’ll tell you right now!” I snuggled up next to him and whispered my fantasy in his ear.

Leaning back, I looked at his face. He
studied me in return with fascination. “So, this is your first
and
second top fantasy?”

I
nodded slowly and asked, “Aren’t there many ways to dominate a cat?”

Luke’s hooded eyes
were glittering when he murmured, “I’ve heard something like that.”

F
lipping my hair back behind my shoulder, I smiled. “I see that look in your eyes, Torquemada. Why do I have a sneaking suspicion My Turn is going to become Our Turn?”

Luke slowly smoothed his hands down my sides and gripped my hips, pulling me against him
. “Anabel, Anabel,” I groaned softly when his voice lowered huskily near my ear, “don’t be surprised if you haven’t heard from me for a few days when suddenly,” his hands caressed lower, “you feel a man’s hands on you. First, you’re blindfolded and then a voice says…”

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Courted by Karma
. I hope you had a few hours of fun in the world of Anabel Axelrod and Luke Drake! If you’re enjoying this series, please help me spread the word of my self-published books by posting a brief review on amazon.com or goodreads.com. I read all my reviews and want you to know that your patronage is tremendously, enormously appreciated!

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In Love by Design

The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod

Volume III

by
Tracy Ellen

Available at amazon.com and other online booksellers!

What does a girl do when her new boyfriend disappears--the day after declaring their love?

Read on for an excerpt from
In Love by Design
...

A few of the things I’ve learned over the past two weeks were really bugging me, but overshadowing all of those concerns was how down I’ve felt since last Tuesday. The day came and went with no word from Luke. It wasn’t that he committed to those dates I’d suggested for getting away alone together. However, I haven’t heard one peep from Mr. Secretive since the morning after Thanksgiving, so I’d hoped he might surprise me.

‘Who am I kidding? I’ve been waiting for Our Turn like a cat in heat!’

So far, being in love sucked the big one.

‘I
t’s pretty damn hard to become a fabulous girlfriend when there’s no boyfriend around for weeks for me to practice on!’
I griped bitterly.

The mean mommy voiced smirked,
‘Yes, Anabel, and not even one phone call or text in all that time, either.’

The accountant
voice stated
, ‘Things are not adding up and that’s a fact not to be ignored.’

The
detective voice sounded defensive.
‘Hey, the man’s got a tough job. There are no facts yet, so give the dude a break before getting your panties in a twist. Who knows what he’s doing?’

The sex kitten
voice sniffed haughtily,
‘I know for a fact who he’s not doing!’

I had to agree with
all the voices in my head. Who did know what or who Luke was really doing?

Not his new girlfriend, that’s for sure…

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