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  WEEKEND OF SIN

  A FORBIDDEN ROMANCE

  S.E. LAW

  S.C. ADAMS

  Copyright © 2022 by S.E. Law and S.C. Adams

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  CONTENTS

  About This Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: First Time Menage

  Sneak Peek: About That Evening

  About S.E. Law

  About S.C. Adams

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  Janelle: My ex is a total loser. During a weekend getaway at my friend’s cabin, he throws a fit and ditches me even though I’m handcuffed in my birthday suit, with a toy still jammed inside my sweetest spot. Then, the owner of the cabin shows up unexpectedly.

  * * *

  Oh no!

  * * *

  It’s not hunting season! My friend’s dad isn’t supposed to be here!

  * * *

  But Kurt Crenshaw catches me in the most compromising position ever. Panic fills my veins even as my thighs squeeze together with heat. Is the alpha male angry?

  * * *

  Hell no. If anything, Mr. Crenshaw likes what he sees, and soon he’s popped the handcuffs and popped something else too.

  * * *

  But what happens when I leave the cabin with Kurt’s baby in my belly? Will we become a family, or was this merely a weekend of sin?

  * * *

  This is a follow-up to My Lover, My Stalker. Janelle’s story has an adventurous plot with twists and turns that you won’t believe. It’s crazy … it’s off the reservation … but it’s also super fun and filthy! Hold on to your hats because otherwise, they’ll be flying off after reading this book. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

  1

  Janelle

  * * *

  I sigh as I readjust myself in my seat, pulling my skirt down self-consciously as it rides up my thighs. I smooth out the pretty, pastel blue sweater that I’ve decided to wear for my date tonight and hope my boyfriend appreciates the way it clings to my curves, even if it’s a little itchy.

  After all, Vinnie and I agreed to meet up here at our usual restaurant, The Peach Tree, for a nice dinner. It’s not my favorite place, but it’s okay. It’s better than some of the other restaurants in Millbrook at least, with cloths on the table and actual silverware instead of plastic utensils. The food is decent and the restaurant itself is nice with music piped in from hidden speakers and ambient lighting. It’s nothing too fancy, don’t get me wrong, but it’s nothing too shabby either. Plus, we come here a lot because of the prices. My boyfriend makes good money as an optometrist, but as he always says, how can you say no to bottomless salad and unlimited breadsticks? I just wish Vinnie wouldn’t ask me to steal the breadsticks by putting them in my purse. That always makes me feel so self-conscious, and I don’t want to get caught by the waitstaff.

  Speaking of which, where is my afore-mentioned boyfriend at the moment? My fingers are practically itching to text him as I glance down at my phone. We were supposed to meet here at seven o’clock and now it’s seven-thirty. Yet he’s nowhere to be found. I know I shouldn’t be surprised because he’s always late, and I let out an exasperated sigh. Then again, I reprimand myself, Vinnie is busy at work, after all. He’s a licensed optometrist, and without him, a lot of people in our town wouldn’t be able to see.

  Still, I really want to ask where he is, and my fingers itch. But I control myself because I know better than to ask. Last time he was running late, I sent him a few text messages just to keep in touch, but he told me not to blow up his phone like that because it “only slowed him down more.” Plus, when he finally arrived at the restaurant, he had an annoyed expression and said that “I wouldn’t understand” and “that as a doctor, he’s got pressing responsibilities.”

  After that, I learned to keep my mouth shut. Although let’s be honest, I know there are no emergencies because Vinnie and I work at the same place. Maybe I just work retail at Four Eyes, but still, I know what the customer flow is like. Sure, things get a little off-schedule on occasion, but this isn’t exactly a high-stress job. So Vinnie’s “pressing responsibilities” are a little exaggerated.

  But now, it’s been thirty minutes and it’s seriously getting ridiculous. I huff, annoyed. I always show up on time and yet Vinnie can’t return the favor. Instead, he always keeps me waiting and then shows up whenever he feels like it. How can our relationship be so lopsided?

  I pick up my phone and start typing out a text message, but just before I can hit send, I suddenly hear his voice over the quiet murmuring of the other guests. When I look up, I see my boyfriend standing beside the giggling hostess, laughing with his head thrown back. What he could have possibly said that was so hilarious? I watch with narrowed eyes and pursed lips as he winks at her, and damn, he resembles a low-level henchman from a mafia film.

  “I’m sorry sir.” I can see the hostess’s cheeks turning pinker and pinker by the second. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud, I just—well, you must be very busy as a doctor!”

  “It’s no problem, hon.” Then, Vinnie grins. “And please, call me Dr. Tucci. Speaking of which, I guess I forgot to take this off,” he says, shrugging out of his white lab coat. “You know, work was just so busy today and I sometimes forget to change.” He feigns embarrassment as he slowly takes off the long white coat in almost cinematic slow-mo, and I roll my eyes as the hostess practically squeals.

  “Wow, you must be such an important doctor! Thank you for your service, Dr. Tucci.”

  I want to jump up and scream, “No, he’s an optometrist, not a medical doctor. Not the kind of doctor who’s been on-call 24/7 due to the pandemic. There’s a difference!” But of course, Vinnie doesn’t say anything and lets her continue to fawn.

  “No problem, honey. I don’t mind making the sacrifice for my country, and really, the people of the world.”

  “Oh my!” the hostess sighs, practically melting by now. “I mean, I’ve always had so much respect for doctors. You guys save so many lives every single day. Again, thank you Dr. Tucci,” she gushes.

  I try to contain my unladylike snort because please, girl. Vinnie has saved someone from a bad case of dry eye at best. Meanwhile, my boyfriend continues to preen.

  “Thank you, sweetheart. That means a lot because it’s a difficult job but hearing people say things like that makes it all worth it,” he smiles. Then, Vinnie looks around for a few moments before his eyes finally land on me. With a small sigh, he sends her an apologetic smile before beginning to make his way over toward our usual table. “If you’ll excuse me, my dinner companion is waiting.”

  He wends his way to where I wait, his thin, reedy form clad in a too-big suit. I put on a small smile and try to pretend that I didn’t just witness any of that.

  “Hey baby, how are you?” I ask. Meanwhile, Vinnie snaps his finger to get the attention of a server as he sits down.

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p; “I’m okay,” he sighs. “So hungry though! It’s been a long day.”

  I nod, feigning sympathy. At that moment, the waiter appears, and Vinnie nods.

  “I’ll have the garden vegetable pasta, please. Please make sure the pasta’s cooked to perfection because sometimes it comes out dry and hard. And I’d like gluten-free pasta, actually, because it settles better on my stomach. And instead of basil, I’d like parsley. No zucchini—I hate zucchini—just put extra squash in the pasta. Did you hear that? I said extra squash. There should be plenty in there to replace the zucchini. Don’t be stingy! And last, no onion. I’m allergic to that stuff and I’ll probably go into anaphylactic shock if I even consume a tiny sliver of it.”

  “Of course sir,” the waiter murmurs before turning to look at me. I wear an embarrassed smile as I nod.

  “I’ll just have the chicken cutlet with mashed potatoes. Thank you so much—”

  But then Vinnie cuts me off with a frown. His eyes land on my stomach and stay there long enough for me to start squirming uncomfortably while trying to suck it in. I already know what he’s thinking because I’m a bigger girl. Not too big, but certainly not small or skinny. Sure enough, the commentary begins.

  “You shouldn’t be eating the chicken cutlet, Janelle. You know it’ll make you fat,” he says in an exasperated tone. “And mashed potatoes? Please!” he scoffs. “Those things are full of butter. Just completely unhealthy all around—I should know because I’m a doctor.”

  For the billionth time, I think to myself that Vinnie has a Doctor of Optometry, not a medical degree, so he’s not exactly an expert on nutrition. But I know better than to contradict him in public and I don’t feel like dealing with his mood if I say something to piss him off, so instead of voicing my thoughts, I simply put on a smile and turn to look at the waiter.

  “I suppose he’s right. He is a doctor after all,” I say through a fake smile. “I’ll just have the garden salad.”

  The waiter nods, his expression masked.

  “Of course.”

  “And dressing on the side,” Vinnie adds. “Vinaigrette, diluted. None of that Thousand Island or Blue Cheese.”

  The waiter nods again, and I can’t imagine what’s whirling through his mind.

  “Yes sir, certainly. The food will be out shortly.” Then the waiter strides away, and I try not to feel embarrassed. I know Vinnie comes off as controlling, but I remind myself that my boyfriend just wants what’s best for me. With that, I lean forward, trying to show my breasts off to their best advantage.

  “Guess what?” I say in a bright voice.

  He already looks bored.

  “What?”

  I ignore his tone and put on an even bigger smile. “I have something super special planned for our anniversary this weekend!”

  Vinnie looks confused. “What anniversary? What are you talking about?”

  I bite the inside of my cheek and try to control my facial expressions because I know this is a little weird, but it’s not that weird.

  “It’s going to be our three-month anniversary,” I clarify.

  Vinnie looks utterly mystified, his black brows beetling.

  “Really? Haven’t we known each other for way longer than three months? It definitely seems like we’ve known each other forever.”

  “No, I mean it’s been three months since we started dating, Vinnie. We’ve worked together at Four Eyes for ages, but we only started dating three months ago.”

  Realization dawns as his brow clears.

  “Oh right,” he murmurs, nodding slowly. “I didn’t realize it was such a big deal. Okay then. Go on.”

  I choose to ignore his comment and merely offer a smile. “You know our coworker from Four Eyes? Addy?”

  He blinks, looking completely mystified again.

  “No, should I?”

  I contain my sigh because Vinnie really only notices pretty girls, and Addy’s like me – we’re attractive, but bigger, so she probably hasn’t registered on his radar.

  “Adelaide Crenshaw,” I say pointedly. “You know, curly brown hair, brown eyes, a big smile? She’s one of our only other coworkers in the entire store.”

  A light bulb goes off over his head.

  “Oh right,” he nods. “Yeah, sounds familiar.”

  “Right. Well, we’re really good friends and she offered to let us use her dad’s cabin for the weekend!”

  Now, Vinnie looks super nonplussed.

  “They have a cabin? For what?”

  I shrug.

  “I think her dad hunts, so he keeps a cabin on the outskirts of Millbrook. You know, in the unincorporated area where they’re always warning us off from? Well, the area is super peaceful and absolutely beautiful. I’ve been once before, and trust me, the cabin’s nice. This isn’t some ramshackle getaway. It’s done up with all the amenities inside.”

  Vinnie scrunches his nose.

  “Like a pool and a sauna?”

  I try really hard to contain it, but he still sees my eye roll.

  “No, not like a pool or a sauna. I just mean that the cabin’s comfortable with an eat-in kitchen, internet, broadband, all that kind of stuff. Anyways, I think it’s the perfect place for a romantic weekend getaway.”

  Vinnie looks skeptical. “It sounds like a decent place, but really? Addy loaned us her dad’s cabin? I didn’t know you knew her that well.”

  I bite my lip, glancing around nervously as I shrug my shoulders a bit.

  “No, we’re friends, but okay, well…I don’t know if loaned is the proper word for it.”

  Vinnie fixes me with a look.

  “So, she didn’t actually loan it to you,” he states.

  I sigh and shake my head.

  “No, I guess not if you put it like that. But I know Addy is going to be out of town for the weekend, which means that she won’t be there. Plus, it isn’t hunting season, so her dad won’t be there either. So I thought we’d pay a trip to the cabin on our own while it’s empty. What do you think?”

  Vinnie stares at me.

  “That’s squatting,” he says.

  I throw up my hands.

  “Not really. Squatting is a long-term thing. This is just ‘borrowing.’”

  My boyfriend still looks skeptical though.

  “Yeah but how would we even get in? Would we jimmy the door open? Climb in through a window?”

  I shake my head.

  “No, that’s the best part. Addy told me that during the off-season, they don’t even lock the doors because there’s no one there. So it’s unlocked.”

  Vinnie stares at me.

  “Seriously?”

  I nod.

  “Yeah, I thought it was crazy too, but I guess they don’t keep any valuables there or anything. So yeah, the cabin’s free for anyone to use.”

  Vinnie thinks about it for a while longer, and at that moment, the food arrives. Once the server disappears again, he’s wearing a large smirk and nodding his head at me.

  “You’re a bad girl, Janelle Fort, but that’s just what I like about you,” he says while stabbing his fork into his pasta. “This is perfect because I could use a relaxing weekend away. I’m just going to kick back, relax, and live like a king. And best of all, it’s free.” Then, he takes a huge bite of his pasta while I nod enthusiastically.

  “Right? I mean, we’ll clean up after ourselves, and I’m going to get Addy a really nice gift when her birthday rolls around to make up for it. But yeah, I think this is a good opportunity for us,” I enthuse while taking a bite of my salad. Ugh. The leaves are practically flavorless, dry, and not all appetizing with no dressing of any sort, but I still smile while chewing enthusiastically.

  After all, Vinnie’s promised to pop a certain cherry of mine soon. He didn’t say when, but I’m hoping it’ll be during our romantic getaway. Of course, I’ve had boyfriends in the past, but we never did that, and my bottom clenches in anticipation. I’ve heard that it can feel amazing, and I can’t wait to try.

/>   Still, Vinnie’s really annoying. Of course, people have told me that he’s no good, and that I can do better, but for now, I just want to focus on getting my ass cherry taken. So much in fact that I want to get down to business this weekend, and pray that my boyfriend can deliver when it comes time to perform.

  I just hope that Addy, or even worse, Addy’s dad, doesn’t show up because that would be sheer disaster. Addy showed me a graduation photo once, and of course my friend was cute, but it was the man in the picture with her that made me gasp because Kurt Crenshaw was gorgeous. He was huge, tall, and imposing with broad shoulders and a fierce scowl. Even more, my body grew hot just seeing the photo because a man with large, rough hands like Mr. Crenshaw probably has a large you-know-what too. But I put it out of my mind because the last person I want to see right now is Mr. Crenshaw, especially since we’ll be using his cabin without his knowledge.

  2

  Janelle

  * * *

  “See, I told you it would be unlocked!” I smile as I push the front door of the Crenshaw cabin open. Vinnie strolls in ahead of me and starts looking around as I close the door behind us.

  “Yeah, I guess it’s okay,” he says in a noncommittal tone. “It could be nicer, but I’ll survive.”

  I roll my eyes behind his back because this place is great. It’s not super-huge, but it’s a good-sized cabin. The living area is decorated with heavy wooden furniture with red-cloth cushions. There’s a shaggy maroon rug in the center of the floor, plenty of pillows and blankets scattered about, and cheery plaid drapes. The wood and red theme is simple, but honestly, it goes well together and I like the laid-back vibe.