Vivi's Leading Man
Durango Street Theatre Book 1
by Emily Mims Genre: Contemporary Romance
A year after their divorce, Vivi and Miguel are forced to work together to save the Durango Street Theatre, and learn they might really love each other after all.
EXES AND OHS
The marriage was one of convenience. She had status and he had money. But... there was something there, and both of them felt it. After three years of him working long hours and her spending too much time at the Durango Street Theatre, Miguel Abonce and Vivienne Heiser called it quits. One year later, they are forced to work together to save or sell the theater. In the process they discover things they never knew about each other and they learn there's more between them than burning up the sheets. They might really love each other after all.
He unlocked his car and was about to get in when Vivienne hot-footed it across the street. “Fancy meeting you here,” she said dryly as she beeped her car open.
“Imagine that. Did you get finished saying shitty things about me to Josh and decide to go home?”
“No, I could have gone on a lot longer than I did. Too bad you didn’t stay for a little more. I really got going after you walked away.”
“I heard enough, believe me. But you left out some things, didn’t you? Like the fact that you jumped at the chance to marry me and continue to enjoy the lifestyle you couldn’t pay for any more.”
Vivienne shrugged. “It was the least you could do. Your income doubled the first year we were married, thanks to all the business you picked up from Daddy’s old friends.”
“Maybe it was. But you don’t have to make it sound like I took advantage of you, because I sure as shit didn’t. You got a hell of a nice lifestyle every damned day of the three years we were married.” He stepped closer to her in the darkness. “And you got something else out of it, too. You got some great sex out of it. The best sex of your life. You said so more than once.”
“Ah, yes. All that empty, meaningless sex we used to have.” She took a step closer to him. “Thing is, you liked it too.” She poked a finger in his chest. “You liked it a hell of a lot better than what those coy little Latina girls ever delivered. You said so more than once. So don’t act like the great sex was all for me. You liked it just as much as I did.”
“Yeah, I did. I liked it a lot. I’d still like it, come to think of it.” He slid his arms around her and pulled her toward him. “Let’s see if we still like it as much as we used to.”
Slowly he drew her closer, giving her plenty of time to pull away from him if that was what she wanted. Instead she moved toward him, meeting him halfway. With no real height difference between them, their lips met straight-on as they always had. Their kiss was gentle at first, touching and exploring. Miguel breathed in the familiar coconut and lemon of her hair as he wrapped his arm around her waist. He’d missed that smell, and her soft hair draped on the pillow just inches from his nose. He felt her hands rise to cup his face between her palms as she deepened the kiss they shared, her tongue snaking into his mouth and ensnaring his in a sensuous duel. She’d kissed him like that often, cradling his face in her hands as she explored his eyes and his nose and his cheeks with butterfly kisses.
He’d missed those kisses when she left him.
His breath hitched in his throat as his cock swelled in his jeans. He felt her nipples pucker under the loose T-shirt and pictured her naked breasts, high and firm and oh so responsive to his touch. He ran his hand down her rounded ass, tight and shapely with the muscles of a dancer and pictured it poking up in the air, pink from a sexy spanking and waiting for him to shove his cock inside of her warmth. He tangled his legs with hers and imagined them wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust himself into her and she came and came and came in his arms. He sneaked his tongue into her mouth and remembered the way her lips and tongue had closed around his cock, milking him until he gave it up. Damn, he’d hoped the attraction had faded in the months since their divorce. It hadn’t worked that way. If anything, his desire for her was stronger than ever.
He should pull away. Instead, he held her even closer while he plundered her sweetness. They clung together for long moments, oblivious to the fact that they were kissing in a public parking lot in full view of whomever chose to look. Finally he pulled away and looked longingly into her eyes, dimly lit by the streetlights and a waxing moon in the night sky. “Well,” he murmured softly as he took in her swollen lips and her glazed expression. “Was it as good as it used to be?”
His question seemed to snap her out of her trance. “Yes, it was. It’s as good as I remember it. In fact, it was the best empty, meaningless kiss I’ve ever had.” Her expression was snarky and sad at the same time. “Too bad it couldn’t have meant more.”
She got into the Beamer and in typical Vivienne fashion pulled out of the parking lot going a little too fast. He watched her go, his fingers on the lips she’d kissed so passionately. It stung more than he cared to admit, that she found the kisses and lovemaking he missed so badly these days empty and meaningless.
It had never felt empty or meaningless to him.
Author of eighteen romance novels under the pseudonym 'Emily Elliott', Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. 'Solomon's Choice' is her first romantic suspense and the first novel she has published under her own name. The mother of two sons, she and her husband Charles split their time between Central Texas and eastern Tennessee. For relaxation she plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele. She says, "I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she'll just let it."