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CHAPTER ONE Jolee stood in the living room of Kyle's apartment, shaking her head in disbelief. It couldn't be and yet the moans of pleasure coming from the bedroom were unmistakable. She knew those lusty sighs well. Kyle made them every time he was about to come. Feeling anger warring with her sense of disbelief, she softly moved across the living room, her feet sinking into the deep carpeting, and down the hall. She paused to take a deep breath before she put her head around the open bedroom door. They hadn't bothered to turn the light off so she had an excellent view of the naked couple in the middle of the big bed. Kyle, with his long, thick hair caught in a band was on his knees with his groin pressed close to the quivering hips of a young, slender female. He clutched her small breasts in his hands as he repeatedly thrust his cock into her. Each time he did, the woman moaned and shuddered, pushing her hips back against Kyle; causing him to emit the lusty sigh Jolee knew so well.
As she watched, unable to look away, he suddenly leaned over the woman's back, wrapped an arm around her waist and began pummeling his cock in and out of her with hard, rapid thrusts. The woman moaned louder and in a matter of moments, Jolee saw Kyle's come dripping down the woman's thigh. The bastard was having unprotected sex with another woman! As the realization sank it, she cried out, feeling as if her heart had been wretched from her body. "Kyle! You bastard!" The couple on the bed scrambled apart. Kyle stared at her with wide, guilty eyes, while the woman— woman?—she looked barely legal—the girl cast one horrified look at Jolee and dived from the bed onto the floor. Kyle casually climbed off the bed and strolled towards her. "Jolee…let me explain." "Explain? What's to explain?" She glanced down at his thick, hard cock. The same cock that had given her so much pleasure in the past was now condomless and covered with the juices and bodily fluids from himself and his jailbait lover. Her stomach heaved. She turned and ran back down the hall. "Jolee! Damn it! Let me explain." She reached the apartment door. Before she could yank it open, Kyle was behind her, shoving it closed and pressing his nude body against her back. She put her hands on the closed door and tried to push away from him. "Let me go!" Instead, he turned her around and looked down at her. "Not until you let me explain." "Explain? What's to explain? I just caught you screwing a female who can't be anymore than eighteen, for God's sake. You cheating, faithless bastard!" He shrugged, flashing the crooked grin she'd once loved so much. "Don't overreact, Jo. It was just a fuck. It doesn't mean anything, doesn't change anything between you and me." "The hell it doesn't! I never want to see you again!" "Oh, is that right?" He smiled, put his hands on his hips and thrust his cock toward her. "And just where do you think you're going to find another sugar dick like this?" She stifled the urge to roll her eyes and glared up at him instead. "Don't you worry about me, Kyle. This may come as a surprise to you, but you don't own the market on big dicks. There are lots of them in this city. And I'm going to find one that belongs to a man who understands that I don't share. Either you’ re faithful or I don't need or want it or you. Now get away from me!" She pushed against his shoulders with all her strength. When that failed to budge him she lifted a knee toward his groin. He pushed at her knee and stumbled back away from her. Before he could recover, she yanked open the door and ran down the hallway to the stairs, her eyes filling with tears. She hated him. She hated all men. Damn them all. The only thing they were good for was screwing. Damn if she'd let another man touch her heart. Screw her? Yes. Mean anything to her? No. Never again.
***** Daniel looked at the woman on the other side of his desk. She sat with her hands folded in her lap. A short brown wig covered her head. Her dress, old-fashioned, long-sleeved, and black, ended just above her ankles. She almost reminded him of someone's grandmother, although not his own elderly, but chic grandmother. He'd never seen any woman who did less to attract a man. Still, there was something about this woman that sparked his interest. God only knew what it might be. He smiled. "When can you start?" She blinked behind the thick lenses of her glasses. "I have the job?" She had a low, slightly husky voice that he found incredibly sexy. "Absolutely!" "Oh. Don't you want to check my references, Mr. Skywalker?" He would have done just that. If something about her hadn't feel so right. Nevertheless, she had a point. He quickly read through her neat, handwritten references before looking up at her again. "These are fine. You can cook?" She nodded firmly. "I'm told my cooking is above average." "Good. My appetite's above average. We should get along fine." He grinned at her and received a cool stare in response. He wiped the smile off his face. "You understand that you'll be expected to keep the house clean? All three floors and the rec room?" "Yes, but I don't do windows, Mr. Skywalker." He stifled a sigh. What was the point of having live-in help if you had to do your own windows? "Fine, but please call me Daniel." "Thank you, but I don't believe that would be appropriate." She had to be pulling his leg. He stared at her. Even with those unfashionable glasses and that awful wig, she didn't look more than fifty years old. Which would make her ten years his senior. "Suit yourself, Mrs. Randall," he said lightly, only just stopping himself from smiling at her again. "It's Miss Randall, Mr. Skywalker." She spoke in a low, sharp voice that drew his attention to her mouth. It was lovely with soft, sensuous looking lips. A man could die happy kissing those luscious looking lips. Heat rushed up the back of his neck. He turned his gaze onto a safer target—her hands, still resting in her lap. Her long slender fingers looked too soft for a domestic worker. The ring finger on her left hand bore no sign of ever having been occupied. She seemed old-fashioned enough to mind never having been married. Which probably explained the tension emanating from her. Either that or she needed a little loving. "Miss," he repeated, surprised to find himself wondering why she'd never married. Okay, so she dressed wretchedly, wore no make up, and refused to smile. He cast a quick glance at her lips. When she was younger, her mouth must have been extremely enticing. Hell, it still looked quite kissable. He forced his gaze onto the thick lens of her glasses. Her eyes looked dark and deep, the kind a man could happily lose himself in. "When can you start, Miss Randall?"
"I'll bring my things and be here in time to fix your breakfast tomorrow, Mr. Skywalker." His stomach rumbled at the thought of breakfast in his own house cooked by a woman not trying to dazzle him with her culinary skills in the hopes of roping him into marriage. His objection to marriage stemmed from its lack of permanence. When he finally gave his heart away, he didn't want the recipient tossing it back at him a few years later, battered and broken. But while he waited to give his heart away, he wasn't exactly adverse to the idea of taking an occasional lover. He wondered what kind of lover Jolee Randall would make. What did she like her men to do to make her happy? Did she even have a man? Would she welcome one younger than herself? He gave himself a mental shake. Get a grip, Skywalker. She's here to keep house for you, not sleep with you. "No need to start right away." Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, so he continued on quickly. "Of course you're welcome to bring your things here tonight. I'll be spending the weekend down the shore so you can spend the time settling in." "That will be quite satisfactory, Mr. Skywalker." She nodded and rose. The interview appeared to be over. Suppressing a smile, he held his office door open for her. She moved across the room with the grace and confidence of a woman used to being scrutinized by men. What would she look like in another kind of black dress? A sleeveless one that ended well above her knees and boasted a plunging neckline that would give him a tantalizing view of what appeared to be ample cleavage. A dress so tight she'd have to pour herself into and out of it, set off by a pair of sheer black hose and three-inch spiked heels. He forced himself to look past her and focused his gaze on the French windows behind his desk. When she drew level with him, he reached in his pants pocket and held out a set of keys. She listened silently as he gave the alarm code then quickly moved passed him. He followed her down the white tiled floor to the front door. Reaching past her, he put a hand on the heavy white door panel just as she reached for the knob. She recoiled and he immediately stepped back. "I hope you'll like it here," he said quickly. She cast a quick look up at him and he caught a flash of her beautiful, deep eyes. Spending an evening gazing into her eyes, sans glasses of course, crossed his mind. And after the gazing, he'd make love to her. Slowly and repeatedly. "I'll do the job you hired me to do, Mr. Skywalker." She clearly did not want to be friends. There would be no gazing into her eyes and there would definitely be no love making. He nodded and smiled her. She frowned, nodded curtly, and quickly left. He leaned against the closed door, frowning. He found her surprisingly attractive, thick glasses, bargain basement wig, shapeless dress, and all. So attractive that his cock had started to stir. Damn, he silently cursed. He needed a woman. Any woman but his new, touch-me-not housekeeper.
***** "You need a break? Okay. You'll get one. After you do these last two covers." Jolee sat in her plush blue and white bedroom, staring at her reflection through a pair of thick lenses. She grinned, thinking of Kyle's face if he could see his "cover girl" now. "Randi! Are you listening?" She straightened her shoulders and rose, the phone propped between her neck and shoulder as she packed up her belongings. "Yes, but you're not. I told you, Kyle, I've done my last clincher cover for awhile." The ensuing silence told her she finally had his attention. When he spoke again, he sounded almost desperate. "You can't do this to me. I need you to do these covers." "I'm not doing them." "Look, I can be at your place in an hour." She looked around the bedroom. The furnishing of this room had consumed a lot of time and money. She had thoroughly enjoyed picking everything out: the custom made lace curtains at the French windows, the canopied brass bed with its big blue and white lace pillows, the deep cream carpeting, and the white antique furniture. All signs of her finally having "arrived." Well, she’d arrived and now she was leaving. "I know this is hard for you to accept, but I just can't go on like this." "Sweetheart, come on. It was just a meaningless fuck. You can't tell me you haven't had a few yourself." "Oh yes, I can. You think I crawl into bed with the nearest cover guy as soon as you turn your back? Well, I don't. I never have and I'm not going to accept it from you." "Okay. So I made a mistake." "You bastard." "Okay, it was a big mistake. I admit it. But it's not worth losing our relationship over." "Our ‘relationship’, such as it was, ended when I found you screwing that girl." "Look, Jo. We can work through this if you'll just wait for me." She sighed. Unbidden, the memory of his lips on hers filled her mind. She shook her head. If she saw him again, she might very well do what he wanted—overlook his meaningless fuck and do the two clinch covers in dispute. Not to mention allow him back into her bed. "I won't be here when you arrive, Kyle. But don't worry about me." "What kind of advice is that? It's not just an agent thing. What about us?" "You can ask that after screwing that child without a condom?" "So what? If I'd screwed her with a condom it would be all right?"
"No! You know that's not what I'm saying. Let me clue you in on the facts of life, Kyle. There is no us . Not anymore," she said and hung up. She cast a look at the sky-blue envelope she'd propped against her vanity and discarded the idea of calling her friend Lisa and explaining. The letter would have to do.
***** Fumbling with the unfamiliar keys, Jolee stepped into the high-ceilinged two-story high foyer and touched a switch on the wall. The hall was immediately bathed in the soft muted glow from the Tudor style chandelier. She punched in the alarm code before pulling her two suitcases into the foyer. She hesitated a moment before moving down the hall, calling softly as she went, "Mr. Skywalker? Are you home?" She made a complete circuit of the first floor, starting with the beautiful Cathedral-style living room with its open wall, and paneled Inglenook with a large fireplace. Next was the office where Daniel Skywalker had interviewed her with its heavy oak furniture and masculine lack of frills. The other rooms included a large dining room with a huge antique mahogany dining room set, a modern kitchen with all the latest gadgets and cherry wood cabinets, a breakfast room, a panty, and a laundry room. Back in the foyer, she stood in front of the large oak staircase that lead up to a balcony that overlooked the living room. She decided that she could be content here for a month or two while she decided what the future held for her. She put the dead bolt and chain on the door before carrying her bags up to the third floor. She'd been given her choice of the two bedrooms up there. She'd chosen the back one. It had a large closet, oversized windows that would let in plenty of light, and a padded window seat. The bath down the hall had black and white tiles with a stained glass skylight, and full-length wall mirror. Not that she'd have much use for the mirror. For the next few months Jolee Randall, cover girl, was going to be replaced by Miss Randall, the domestic. Back in her new bedroom, she kicked off her shoes, tossed the thick glasses onto the nightstand, pulled off the wig, and slipped out of the long, shapeless dress. Sighing, she fell backward across the bed, running her hands through her hair. Now that was better. She lay on her back, feeling the tension slowly seep out of her. Staying in the "costume" she'd just taken off for most of the day wouldn't be easy, but it would be better than spending her days half-naked with one near naked man after another either lying on top of her or clutching her breasts or thighs—and exciting passions she was finding more difficult to control. Although she would never admit it to Kyle, she had sometimes longed to surrender to the desire some of her clench partners evoked in her. But because she and Kyle had been a couple, she never had. Now that she knew he didn't share her commitment, she was sorry she'd been so restrained. It might have been liberating and exhilarating to allow the occasional handsome hunk to sink his cock in her for a night of no strings attached, meaningless sex. But she was being ridiculous. Sex for her was something to be cherished and shared only with the special man in her life. Now, she thought sullenly, there was no special man. But she still had needs. To her surprise, she thought of Daniel Skywalker. She wasn't sure why. She certainly wouldn't have to worry about shedding her convictions while under his roof. He didn't look like the casual sex kind of guy. With his short dark hair and dark eyes, and average features, he was the typical guy next door. He wasn’t the hunk on the romance novel cover, or the guy who wolf-whistled in the street, or the loser who had sex with anything willing in a skirt. Which suited her just fine. Answering his ad had been one of the smartest moves she'd made in ages because she wouldn't have to worry about him trying to screw her. As she drifted off to sleep, she groggily wondered what his cock was like. Too bad she would have
no chance to find out. She was too tired to reproof herself for her wanton thoughts. CHAPTER TWO Daniel woke to the unmistakable aroma of brewing coffee and frying onions. Casting the light blanket covering him aside, he pulled a pair of briefs over his nude body, and hurried from his bedroom. He got as far as the staircase before he realized the days of eating breakfast in his briefs were over. Especially when he was feeling horny. He went back to his bedroom and dug out a pair of pajama bottoms. Before he pulled them on, he spent several minutes massaging and caressing his cock. Closing his eyes, he pretended Jolee Randall's soft, small hands were pumping him instead of his own. The thought of her touching him so intimately was enough to send the blood and desire careening down the length of his cock. He groaned and pounded his cock until he ejaculated in the toilet. He washed his cock and balls, donned the pajamas, and left his bedroom. In the foyer, he paused and glanced down at himself. He had a feeling the very proper Miss Randall would probably take exception to his arriving in his own kitchen bare-chested. He turned, then did an about face and started toward the kitchen again. After all, it was his house. Why should he have to change his routine completely? At the kitchen door, he did yet another about face, sprinted down the hall and up to his room. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and dragged a tee shirt over his head. That accomplished, he dashed back down the stairs and turned his thoughts to food. She was standing at the range when he walked into the kitchen. She turned to face him and he stifled a sigh. The dark brown dress she wore wasn't as long as the black one she'd worn Friday afternoon, but it was just as shapeless. And her smile was still missing in action. Didn't she ever smile? With such a lovely mouth, her smile would be stunning. What a waste. He smiled anyway. "'Morning." "Good morning, Mr. Skywalker." "Something smells good," he said, rubbing his hands in anticipation. He could almost see her unwind. She didn't actually smile, but a pleased look replaced the severe one. So her cooking must be her one vanity. "I forgot to ask what you wanted for breakfast, so I cooked a little of several different things…pancakes, sausages, eggs, and home fries." He joined her at the range, his nostrils flaring slightly as he caught a whiff of a soft, subtle perfume. He cast a quick sideways glance her way. What would she do if he suddenly swept her in his arms and kissed her breathless? And what would she do if she felt his cock harden against her? She'd probably slap him senseless is what she would do. Pushing his lustful thoughts aside, he picked up the plastic fork she'd been using, speared several golden pieces of potatoes, popped them into his mouth, and closed his eyes as he chewed slowly, savoring every bite. He hadn't had home fries this good since—he'd never had any this good. He opened his eyes and found her watching him anxiously. "Okay?"
"Okay? They're fantastic!" He grinned at her and started to spare another mouthful of home fries from the pan. "Oh no you don't!" she cried and slapped the back of his hand. He released the fork and frowned down at her. "What was that for?" "It's uncivilized to eat directly from the pan like that." Her tone dared him to disagree. "If you sit at the counter, I'll bring your plate to you." He made no effort to hide his annoyance. "If a man can't be uncivilized in his own home, what's the point of having a home, Miss Randall?" Her lips tightened and her eyes narrowed and he fully expected her to lecture him on God only knew what. Instead, she took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders. "You're absolutely right. I apologize, sir." "Apology accepted, but don't call me sir." "As you like, Mr. Skywalker." She nodded toward the counter in the middle of the kitchen. "If you tell me what you'd like, I'll serve you." He looked into her eyes. What he would like was to undress her and make love to her. Just the thought of his cock sliding inside her body, sent a jolt of lust through him. Get a grip on reality, Skywalker. There is no way you're getting anywhere near her treasure trove, luscious though it probably is. He reached past her to the counter and picked up a plate. "I'm quite capable of serving myself, thank you very much, Miss Randall," he said coolly, still annoyed at having his hand slapped like a naughty child. He piled a plate high with pancakes, sausages, eggs and home fries, then retreated to the counter. She was at his elbows within seconds, pouring his coffee. "Cream and sugar?" Her perfume filled his nostrils. He breathed deeply, enjoying the smell. "Black, no sugar." She set the cup down near his right hand. He watched as she started toward the built-in refrigerator. Her rump looked firm and rounded under the dress. With her hand on the door, she suddenly looked over her shoulder and directly at him. Realizing he'd been caught staring, he shrugged and slowly averted his gaze. "Orange juice?" Her voice was chilly. He shook his head. "Thanks, but I'm not much on frozen juice." "It's fresh." He paused with a forkful of home fries halfway to his mouth. "Fresh? You made it yourself?" She nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "How else could it be fresh? Would you like a glass?"
He put his fork down. "No thanks. Look, I appreciate all this." He spread his arms in a motion that encompassed the warming trays on the counter near the range. "But I don't expect you to be a waitress or to cook my breakfast. Dinner and an occasional lunch or snack is all I expect." "If you don't expect me to cook your breakfast, what do you plan to do about breakfast?" He shrugged. "What I usually do: wolf down a few donuts and a cup of coffee." "That was fine when you were alone. But I'm here now and I intend to see that you eat properly, Mr. Skywalker. Besides, I like cooking and I had to eat too," she pointed out in a quiet voice. He sipped his coffee and was pleased to find it was just as he liked it: strong, hot, and black. "Have you eaten?" She hesitated. "Ah…no, not yet. I thought I'd—” He bounded to his feet. "Great. Grab a plate and join me. I hate eating alone." He watched in amusement as she stared at the warming tray, not quite able to suppress a shudder. "Thank you, but I don't usually eat anything this heavy for breakfast." His gaze flicked quickly over the shapeless dress. It wasn't form fitting, but it couldn't hide the fact that she didn't appear to be sporting any excess pounds. There was probably a perfectly delectable body under the ugly garment. "Then grab a plate of whatever you eat and join me." "Mr. Skywalker, I think you're forgetting that I'm your—" "I'm not forgetting anything, Miss Randall." How could he when she insisted on such formality? He motioned to the stool opposite him. "Join me. Please." She'd actually started to shake her head when she seemed to reconsider. She poured herself a glass of orange juice, barely waved a pat of butter over a slice of whole wheat toast, and moved towards the counter with about as much enthusiasm as he showed when going to the dentist. "I think I should tell you a little of my schedule," he said, after swallowing a mouthful of pancakes and sausage. She nodded quickly. "That might be a good idea. That way I can stay out of your way." He chewed and swallowed another mouthful of pancake before responding. He wanted her in his way and in his arms. "I don't want you to stay out of my way. I want you to look upon this as your home too. Other than my office, you're free to use any room in the house you like to relax in, have friends over…whatever." She blinked at him and her lips parted slightly, revealing small, even white teeth. "That's very generous of you. Thank you." "So, as I told you, I'm as likely to be working at home as I am in the office. Today I'll be home." He pretended not to notice the dismay on her face at his announcement. He wondered briefly if she'd made some plans that would run smoother in his absence.
He sipped his coffee. "Something wrong, Miss Randall?" "No. No, I was just wondering if my heavy cleaning would disturb you." He finished his coffee and reached for the pot, but she leaned over and poured him another cup. He looked at her hands; they were pink and smooth. It would be a crime to ruin such lovely hands with domestic work. "I don't expect you to do any heavy cleaning." Her amazement at that statement matched his own. Cleaning—heavy and light was the main reason he'd hired her. "Isn't that why you hired me?" "Not for heavy cleaning, no. I have a domestic for that." "You do?" "Yes." Well, he'd have one by the end of the week. She pushed her plate away, her toast untouched. "I think you're forgetting that I am a domestic, Mr. Skywalker." She lifted her chin. "I can and will carry my own weight." He studied her face. Bare of makeup and defiant. She looked like she could handle anything she chose to take on. "I'm sure you can, but it won't include any heavy cleaning." He speared a forkful of home fries and pointed them at her. "I'd rather you saved your strength for cooking." "Saved my strength? I'm not weak, Mr. Skywalker." Maybe not, but she was sure touchy as hell. He smiled warmly at her, certain it would annoy her. "Did I say you were weak, Miss Randall? You look like a…" He allowed his gaze to slowly flick over her, lingering briefly at her breasts. They appeared to be rounded and full. What would they feel like in his hands…taste like in his mouth? In his mouth? This was getting out of hand. First her lips and her hands. Then he cured his own blue balls while fantasizing about her. Now her breasts. It was time he got himself a woman. He gave himself a mental shake. "…healthy enough specimen," he concluded. Her shoulders stiffened and her lips tightened. "I'll thank you not to…to comment on my person, Mr. Skywalker." She sounded and looked like the personification of old-fashioned outrage. He laughed. The more disapproving she looked, the harder he laughed. She stared at him in a frosty silence until he finally got his laughter under control. He stared back at her. Just what was it about this grim woman that attracted him? He'd never been attracted to a woman as unfriendly, old-fashioned, and unchic as Jolee Randall. But attracted to her he was. Just looking at her and thinking of the possibilities of making love to her made his dick hard. She rose. "If you're finished eating, Mr. Skywalker, I'll take your plate." It seemed his presence was no longer required. He got to his feet, hoping he hadn't hurt her feelings. "Look, I shouldn't have laughed, but if you could have heard yourself sounding like a Victorian spinster…" He stopped, fighting the sudden urge to break out into fresh peals of laughter.
With her face looking stiff enough to crack, she reached for his plate. "You're the boss and this is your house. If you like laughing at me, then there's nothing I can do about that." Damn! He touched her arm and she tensed. Instead of pulling away, like he knew he should, he ran his hand rapidly up and down her arm. When she didn't protest, he inclined his head and touched his lips to her cheek. Although she sucked in her breath, she didn't move. He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her body close against his. "Sorry," he whispered the word against her forehead. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she lifted her head to look up at him. He saw acquiescence in her gaze, felt it in the contours of her body pressing slowly, but unmistakably against his. He pressed back, allowing her to feel his hardening cock. Instead of retreating, she pressed even closer, her arms spanning his waist to stroke his back. There was absolutely no doubt that she wanted him. And he wanted her. He lifted a hand to remove her glasses. To his dismay, she gasped, pushed his hand away, and jerked back. "No. Don't. Please—stop!" Feeling as if he'd had a bucket of cold water dumped on him, he reluctantly released her. He stared down at her, full of frustrated desire. "What's the matter?" She adjusted her glasses, which were clearly fogged and shook her head. "Nothing. I just…I can't." Although he no longer held her, he still stood close to her. "Why not?" "I just can't…I don't want to…" That he didn't believe. He had felt her soft body curving into and against him, wanting his closeness. She had felt and gloried in his desire for her. She had stirred his passion and he meant to have her. "No? Well, that's your choice, but let me give you something to think about." Before she could move, he bent his head and kissed her. He expected it to be a quick kiss with her pulling away immediately. Instead, he felt her soft, sweet lips parting under his as she leaned into him, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He ran the tip of his tongue along the outline of her lips. She shivered and raked her fingers through his hair. The taste and feel of her combined with the smell of her perfume aroused him, making his cock hard. He slipped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet. Raining kissing along her exposed neck, he carried her through to the dinning room where he laid her on the edge of the big mahogany table. Afraid she'd change her mind any minute, he quickly drew her panties down her long legs and over her feet. He only spared a brief look of surprise at the tiny, black, silk thong before he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and stepped between her parted thighs. She lay with her eyes closed tightly, breathing quickly and erratically. He thought briefly of the condoms in his bedroom nightstand. He looked down at her. She wasn't likely to have any sexually transmitted diseases. Besides, if he left her long enough to get a condom, she was almost certain to change her mind. But the idea of touching her without one was pure insanity. He hadn't behaved so irresponsibly since he was a silly sex-crazed teenager. And he wasn't going down that road again.
Moving closer between her thighs, he leaned over her and kissed her. She parted her lips, giving him access to her tongue. He savored her lips, kissing and nibbling lightly, teasingly at her open mouth, then at the tip of her tongue. Still kissing her, he cautiously touched the tip of her clit, which felt soft and moist. When she didn't protest, he inserted a finger between the soft, warm folds of her body and into her vagina. She made a small sound, then parted her long, slender thighs to give him greater access of her body, providing a clear invitation for him to continue. Trailing his lips down her face to her neck, he inverted a second finger inside her and began a gentle, steady pumping. The muscles of her body tightened around his fingers, gripping and holding them forcefully, caressing and encouraging. He hardened just thinking of the pleasure of those strong muscles welcoming his aching cock inside her cunt, then holding him within its warm confines while contracting all around him. With his free hand, he unbuttoned her bodice, exposing the tops of her breasts, held in a pretty, black, front-fastening bra. He unhooked it, buried his lips between the large, firm mounds with their hardened tips, and continued moving his fingers inside her. After just a few moments, she moaned and began thrusting her hips upward to meet his downward lunges. Then, as he sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, she shuddered, and he felt her creaming around his fingers as she came. He kept his mouth on her breast and his fingers moving in her, his thumb caressing her clit until she gave a soft, satisfied gasp, then he let her hips drop back to the table and loosened her cunt muscles around his fingers. He withdrew his hand from between her now glistening thighs and kissed her on the tip of her nose. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled up at him through foggy glasses. He smiled too, stroking a hand across her breasts. He pressed a greedy, wishful kiss against her cunt and stepped from between her legs. Ignoring his own need for satisfaction, he wiped her vagina with a damp paper towel, quickly put her panties back on, buttoned her bodice, and helped her off the table. She gave him a quick look, her cheeks burning. "What…what about you?" His dick throbbed, but there'd be time for making love to her later, once they knew each other better. He kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't worry about me." "But it's not fair. I…" "It's all right. I'm not some boy who can't control himself." "I know, but I don't want you to think…" "I don't think anything except that I've been very lucky to get you." He kissed her cheeks quickly and left the room. He needed to get upstairs in his room to take care of his aching erection. CHAPTER THREE Jolee stood in the middle of the dining room with her arms wrapped around her body. She couldn't believe what she'd just let happen. What would Daniel Skywalker think of a woman who let a man she barely knew practically undress her, stick his fingers in her body and for all intents and purposes engage her in what Kyle would call a meaningless fuck?
She should be ashamed of her behavior. She sank down into one of the dining room chairs, her legs feeling wobbly. What she felt instead was satisfied—surprisingly so. Kyle and her other lovers had always used their fingers as a precursor to intercourse. And although she'd always enjoyed it, she'd never achieved fulfillment without an erect cock inside her. The fact that her new employer had not only managed to bring her to a peak with just his fingers, but had also refused to allow her to return the pleasure, warmed her heart. It also gave her pause. He must be unlike other men she had met. Just maybe he was good for more than just one thing. Saying she wasn't ashamed was one thing. Having to face him again, after letting him touch her that way, didn't bare thinking about. He was bound to think she was easy. She had been easy for him to seduce. One touch of his hand on her arm and all her commonsense had flown out the window. Just thinking of those precious moments on the table made her warm all over. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, unable to regret her delightful interlude with Daniel Skywalker. And why should she? Men had interludes all the time. They weren't ashamed afterwards. Why should she be ashamed then? Daniel sure wouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed. And neither, she decided, would she. She retreated to her room to shower and quickly change, then returned to the kitchen to clean up from their breakfast. She scraped the remnants of his plate into the garbage disposal, then paused. This Daniel Skywalker was the first and only man to give her a second look dressed as she was. And maybe that said something about his character. Maybe he was a man who saw beyond the physical, to the person inside—to her. And this when she’d barely been nice to him. Just maybe Daniel Skywalker was a man who wouldn't engage in meaningless fucks just because his woman wasn't eighteen and no longer a perfect size six. He had certainly not seemed to mind the way she looked as he had kissed, caressed, and fingered her to a climax. And although Kyle's infidelity was the absolute last straw that had made her want to get away from all men, maybe she'd been too hasty in her assessment of the male populace. Just thinking of Daniel Skywalker left her feeling different about men, or at least about him. A sudden loud sound startled her. She looked above her head and saw a door chime. Turning off the garbage disposal, she went to answer the door. She opened the front door and found herself confronted by two teenage boys with blond hair and dark eyes. "May I help you?" "Where's Sky?" the oldest of the two, who appeared to be about fifteen, demanded. "Right here." She turned to see Daniel Skywalker coming down the stairs, pulling a short-sleeved shirt over his head to cover his bare chest. Their eyes met briefly and she felt her cheeks burning—until she realized there was no censure or even familiarity in his gaze. She gave an inward sigh of relief. He wasn't going to make an issue of their dining room interlude. He really was different. He joined her at the door. "These two are my guests." She looked up at him. The look in his dark eyes and the warmth of his smile made her tingle all over with remembered pleasure. "I'll get back to the kitchen."
He nodded slightly, still smiling at her. Resisting an impulsive urge to stretch up and kiss him, she headed back toward the kitchen. "Where'd you get her, Sky?" "She's my housekeeper," she heard him answer. "Yeah?" Both boys laughed. "Well, she looks like something out of a horror movie." Jolee cringed and kept walking. "What? Did I hear you correctly, Wade?" Daniel's voice sounded angry just before she walked into the kitchen and closed the door. She'd gotten her wish. She'd wanted to be unattractive to men and she was. Well, not exactly. Daniel certainly didn't find her unattractive. She smiled suddenly. Daniel was enough. The door opened behind her and she turned. Daniel stood in the door, a grim look on his face. "Can I get you something?" she asked softly. He shook his head. "I came to apologize for Wade. I know you heard what he said." She flushed. "I did, but it's all right. I—" "No. It's not all right." He walked across the room, stopping within inches of her. The intimacy in his gaze created a desire in her to put some distance between them, yet she didn't move. "As I told you, I have a contract with the department of human services to counsel teenagers. I take a very hands on approach and the kids are liable to turn up here anytime, so I don't want you to feel that you're going to have to put up with flack from any of them." She forced herself not to look away from him. "Thank you for the reassurance, but I guess I do look a bit…different. From the male prospective." His gaze flicked over her, lingering briefly on her breasts. The remembrance of the touch of his lips gently caressing her nipples triggered a warm wave of pleasure that radiated all through her body. He smiled and centered his gaze on hers. "Wade is very young and his tastes are immature at best. I wouldn't make the mistake of thinking that being different is necessarily a bad thing." "That's very kind of you, Mr. Skywalker, but—" He smiled again, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, kindness has nothing to do with this. I think it's safe for you to assume that some men can and do find you quite attractive." A mental image of herself "in costume" danced before her. She shook her head, resisting the urge to blush. "I appreciate that, but I…I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't mention what happened in the dining room again." His smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "Why? Do you regret it?" "I…well, I—actually, no."
He grinned. "Good. Neither do I. But tell me, are you ashamed of what happened?" "Are you?" "No." She titled her chin. "Neither am I." "Then why don't you want it mentioned between us?" "I just don't. I'm not ashamed, but I'm not exactly proud of it either. Can you understand that?" He nodded. "Yes." He shrugged. "So we won't mention it." "And we can go on as if it never happened?" He arched a brow. "Isn't that asking rather a lot?" "I know, but that's what I need to stay here." "You're thinking of leaving?" "I'd have to if we can't agree on that point, Mr. Skywalker." He sighed. "Fine. Have it your way, Ms. Randall." She swallowed slowly. "Thank you. I appreciate that. You're an unusual man." "Hmm. Is that good or bad?" "It's good. Definitely." He nodded slowly. "But?" "But I don't want to talk about it." He frowned. "Okay, if that's the way you want it, fine. When I said some men found you attractive I was, of course, speaking hypothetically, Miss Randall." "Of course, Mr. Skywalker," she said, aware of a surge of disappointment. He turned and headed from the door. "I'll be in my office with the delinquents if you want me," he said over his shoulder, flashing an intimate smile at her. Alone in the kitchen, her arms sank down on the counter. Okay, so she had asked him not to mention the dining room interlude, but he needn't have agreed with such alacrity. ***** After Wade and Mark left the house, Daniel sat in his office, staring out into the flower garden beyond the French doors. Wade worried him. No matter how much he talked and reasoned with him, Wade seemed determined to associate with boys he knew were heading for trouble. Which meant that Mark, who was two years younger and idolized his older brother, was headed for trouble too.
He rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair. No matter how many times he told himself he could only do so much and then he had to let go, he found it impossible to distance himself from boys like Wade, who reminded him of his own troubled youth. The sound of a vacuum starting up in the hall interrupted his thoughts of Wade and Mark and turned them towards Miss Jolee Randall. He sighed with regret. Pleasuring her in the dining room earlier had given him a surprising sense of accomplishment. He'd enjoyed it and wanted to do that and more to her and with her. To have her ask him to forget about it was a shock. Even though she'd clearly enjoyed being fingered to a climax, it was painfully obvious that she didn't share his inexplicable attraction. He felt his cock stirring just thinking about her now. Man, but he needed some loving. He'd spent the last couple of months so wrapped up in work that he hadn't had a date in ages. Which probably accounted for his unaccountable interest in Jolee Randall. He reached in his desk and pulled out his phone book. He flicked through the names. He needed a date and a woman in his life to keep his mind off the one now sharing his house. He found the name he wanted and punched out the number on the phone. A soft, feminine voice answered and he had a vision of a pretty brunette with dark seductive eyes and a body curved in all the right places. "Hi Sandy," he began. "This is—" "Daniel! I thought you'd fallen off the edge of the earth." "Well, no. I know I said I'd call, but—" "I hope you're calling to buy me that dinner you promised me months ago." This was going to be easier than he thought. He relaxed. "Actually I am. I know it's short notice, but are you free tomorrow night?" ***** Later that night, Jolee lay in her darkened bedroom, unable to sleep. She couldn't stop thinking of Daniel. If he could please her so well using only his lips and his fingers, what would it be like to have his cock inside her, pumping and expanding as they made love? She shook her head and buried her face in her pillow. Thanks to Kyle she'd developed quite a taste for a big, hard dick. And although five weeks had passed since she'd found him with another woman, thoughts of his lovemaking still kept her awake at night. Even though she sometimes experienced a slight discomfort when Kyle thrust into her really hard, she knew getting used to a smaller cock was going to take some time. She knew what they said about the size of a man's cock not being important, but there was nothing quite as wonderful as having a really well-endowed man make love to her. Damn him for his inability to be faithful! Damn her body for wanting and needing the comfort and pleasure of a man's erection. Even now she ached to be made love to when there was absolutely no one around to satisfy her needs. No one except Daniel Skywalker, that is. But she could not expect him to welcome her. Not after her insistence that he forget their dining room interlude. Unless he was feeling as needy as she was. She lay there for another thirty minutes, restless and wide awake before she knew what she needed to do. Discarding her nightgown, she donned her wig and glasses, and left her bedroom. Before she lost her courage, she descended the stairs to the second floor. Dressed only in a fresh pair of throng underwear, her breasts bare, she hesitated outside Daniel's closed bedroom door.
She took several deep breaths and pushed his bedroom door open. "What the…?" She heard his exclamation as he sat up and snapped on his bedside lamp. Temporarily blinded by the sudden light, she threw up her hands. "Please. Turn the light off." The light went out as quickly as it had come on. She remained silent for several moments, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness of the room. Then she licked her lips and slowly approached the bed. "Miss Randall, what a delightful surprise. What can I do for you?" "Nothing. I want to do something for you," she whispered. "And what would that be?" His voice was soft and husky. She licked her lips quickly. "I've come to…" "To what?" He encouraged her by reaching out a hand to touch her bare thigh. "I've come to…suck your cock." "You've come to…" Instead of jumping at her offer, he hesitated. "Are you sure you want to do that? You don't need to." "I want to." He kicked the light sheet aside. "Then be my guess." She nodded. "But please. I need to establish some ground rules first." "Ground rules?" His voice cooled. Feeling her legs shake, she dropped down on the side of the bed. "I want to keep my…hair and glasses on. And it's just sex. Nothing else. I just want sex." His hand on her leg stilled. "What do you mean you just want sex?" "I mean I don't want a relationship with you—a romantic relationship. I just want sex. I know that sounds…bad…sleazy, but it's all I can handle now." The movement of his hand on her thigh resumed and she shivered. "You've been hurt." It wasn't a question. Still she wanted to tell him about Kyle and the others. Instead, she nodded. "Yes." "You're sure you just want sex with no commitments on either of our parts?" Her heartbeat increased. Was it possible that he wanted more? Surprisingly, the thought started a nice feeling wafting through her body. She pushed it away. Thinking like that would only get her hurt. "Yes. When we're not having sex we'll be employer and employee. Can you handle that?" "If that's what you want, fine. I can live with those rules." "Oh good." She lay on the bed beside him and kissed him. His mouth opened and she stroked the tip of her tongue along his lips before snaking her tongue into his mouth.
As they kissed she reached between their bodies to palm his still flaccid shaft. He pressed his hips forward and rolled onto his back and spread his legs. With her heart thumping wildly, she began kissing her way down his body; nibbling at both sides of his neck, licking and sucking his nipples. The fine hair on his chest tickled her nose and she smiled as she trailed greedy kisses down his chest to his flat, tight abdomen. She paused at the top of the dark hair that provided a base for his no longer flaccid rod. She caught her breath. The cock pulsing in her hand was now thick, hard, and as big or slightly bigger than Kyle's. "You can change your mind if you want. I'll have to take a really long, really cold shower, but I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for." She caressed his thick, long length. "I want to do it," she whispered and kissed the big head of his cock. Then she began a slow, erratic licking of the full length of him. She brushed her lips against his balls before licking her way back up his shaft. When she reached the tip, she kissed that too. Then, taking a deep breath, she closed her lips over his dick. Feeling her cunt pulse, she carefully took only a few inches of him into her mouth. The first taste of his cock against her tongue felt strange, but rather nice. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his dick, savoring the newness of him in her mouth. Cupping his balls with her other hand, she took more of him between her lips, and began a steady, greedy, sucking of him. He started to moan and his hips began to buck up so that she felt his dick sliding down her throat. He reached down and threaded his fingers through her wig. Thinking he was about to pull it off, she froze. "Shh. It's all right," he gasped. "Don't worry. I won't take it off. Just don't stop." She relaxed, gripped the base of his thickness in one hand, and began sucking his cock like it was her favorite ice cream—cherry vanilla. The aroma of him assailed her nostrils, adding to her mounting excitement. Feeling him swell and pulse in her mouth sent a charge down her stomach to her cunt. He groaned and even more of his hot, pulsing cock slid down her throat. She gagged and panicked. He was too big and thick. She couldn't breath with so much of him in her mouth. Sensing her discomfort, he drew his hips back, withdrawing some of himself from her mouth. His fingers began stroking over her wig. "That feels good. So good. I'm about to come. If you don't want me coming in your mouth, now's the time to pull away." About to do just that, she changed her mind, closed her lips over the spewing head of his dick and pumped him with her hand. The first squirt startled her. While she was trying to decide if she should pull her lips away, another squirt erupted in her mouth. Acting on instinct, she swallowed quickly and kept swallowing until she'd drained him. Then she kissed the tip of his dick, kissed her way back up his body, and kissed his lips. He stroked his palm over her. "Thank you," he whispered. "Did you enjoy it? Did I do it all right?" His hand stilled on her back. "You mean you've never given a man oral sex?" "No. Could you tell?"
"No. It was great. I enjoyed it." She lay in his arms, her face against his chest, holding his deflating rod. "I enjoyed it too," she admitted, amazed that she'd actually sucked him to a climax and then swallowed his come. His fingers slipped into her thong, in search of her clit. "Now that we've enjoyed giving oral sex to each other, I'm looking forward to getting a taste of your sweet cu—treasure." His voice was husky and low—satisfied. She smiled, delighted she'd pleased him. "It's all right. You can call it a cunt or a pussy or anything else you like when we're alone like this." "Are we going to do this again?" She kissed his shoulder. "Oh yes. Many more times. At least…" She lifted her head and peered up into his face in the gloom. "I want to…if you do too." "Of course I want to." She settled back against his shoulder. "Hmm. Good." "We were going to discuss when you're going to let me put my cock inside your sweet cunt." "Who says it's sweet?" "Oh, it's sweet all right. Remember I've tasted it with my mouth. Now I want my cock to have a taste of your sweetness." She stiffened. "I know and we might get to that. But it's a big step. It's too soon for you to think I'm going to let you stuff that big cock of yours in me." He tipped up her chin and kissed her. "Don't you like big cocks?" "I love big cocks," she told him. "But it's too soon." "Okay. No pressure. I just want you to think about how good my cock will feel moving inside your sweet cunt. In the meantime I'd love to pleasure you with my mouth, tongue, and fingers whenever you'll let me." In the dark, she felt wanton and uninhibited. "In this room or other rooms of this house, we can pleasure each other, but please just remember that I'm not looking for a relationship. I just want sex. Can you handle that?" "I'd like more, but I'll settle for what you're willing to give me." They shared a long, languid kiss. She gave his cock a teasing squeeze and climbed off his body. "Goodnight." He reached out a hand for her. "Do you have to go already?" "I should go." "Why?" He tugged at her hand. "Take off your panties and come back to bed." "I…shouldn't." His hand tightened on hers. "Take off your panties and come back to bed. Please."
Afraid she was letting things get out of hand between them, she stepped out of her thong anyway. Shaking with desire and anticipation, she climbed onto his body. She gasped. He was hard again. He slipped his arms around her waist, pressed her body tight against his so that she could feel his thick dick against her cunt. As he kissed her, he rolled them both over. When they stopped moving, he was laying on top of her with his cock pressed against her stomach. A delicious shiver shuddered through her whole body. She knew it wouldn't be long before she had to have his big shaft inside her. She parted her thighs and wiggled her body until she could again feel the length of him nestled between the lips of her pussy. He kissed her slowly. "Are you sure you don't want a taste of my cock tonight?" She sucked in her breath. She'd never wanted a man—any man—more. Not even Kyle. But she feared that if she let him screw her, it would turn into more than a fuck. It might make her emotionally dependent on him. "I do want your cock, but it's too soon." He brushed his lips against her cheek. "Okay. I can wait until you're ready." They shared several long, passionate kisses, grinding their genitals together. They kept it up, kissing and caressing, whispering to each other until they both came. Afterwards, they lay holding each other, trading lazy kisses. She didn't protest when he took off her glasses and lay them on his nightstand. Curling her body against his, she fell asleep. She woke with a start at dawn. He was beside her, still asleep. She took several moments to study his nude body, remembering the pleasure they'd shared during the night, before she quickly left his bedroom. ***** "He really is worried about you, you know." Jolee vaulted up from Lisa Raymond's loveseat and paced around her small living room before turning to face her friend, who sat on her sofa watching her. "Kyle is worried about the lost of his commissions! Not about me. He never really saw me as a person. It was Jolee Randall, the half-dressed woman on the romance novel cover he saw and wanted." A sudden vision of Kyle naked on his bed, shoving into his newest cover girl flashed before her. "At least he wanted me when I was a perfect size six and very young." Lisa bit her lip. "He explained what happened with Jessie." "Jessie? Is that her name? And am I supposed to accept his explanation that it was a meaningless fuck?" "It was meaningless." "Even if it was meaningless to him, it wasn't to me. He's the third man I've given my heart to who's broken it. He cheated with her, knowing that Rod and Hal also cheated on me. He saw what they did to me and yet he turns around and does the same thing and expects me to overlook it?" She shook her head. "That just shows me that he never knew me." She pressed a balled fist against her chest. "Not me, not the real Jolee." She tossed her head so that her hair cascaded over her shoulders.
"Well, I'm thirty-three, Lisa, and I'm tired of not being seen for who I am inside. I'm tired of lying under near naked men for a living. I want something different." Lisa pushed her dark hair behind her ears and nodded. "Do you have any idea how many women would kill for your job? How many woman would die to have a handsome hunk like Kyle Denvers as a lover?" Jolee couldn't miss the wistfulness in Lisa's voice or the longing in her blue eyes. Lisa's job as Jolee's accountant kept her in close contact with Kyle. Jolee had always known that Lisa was attracted to the tall, green-eyed Kyle with his thick, shoulder-length blond hair. "Anyone who wants a man who can't be trusted can have him!" She bit her lip and said softly, "You can have him." Lisa flushed and bent her head so that her dark hair covered her cheeks. "It's not like that," she said quickly. Jolee took a deep breath and sat beside her on the sofa. "I know you never did anything to try and attract him, Lisa. I just want you to know that if you're interested, and you can handle his cheating, you should go for it." Lisa looked up at her. "I know you probably think I'm nuts, but I can't get excited over his screwing some silly girl. Not if I was the one he came home to." "Bringing what with him? Lise, he didn't use a condom!" "I know, but…" She shook her head. "You know what? I really don't want to talk about this anymore. What's the point? I'm through with him. If you want him, go after him." "Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't want you to think I'd betrayed you in any way." Having met Daniel Skywalker, she now suspected there were still men out there who were capable of seeing past the outer facade. And when she was ready, she was going to find one like him for herself. In the meantime, she intended to engage in a meaningless fuck with Daniel in the very near future. She squeezed Lisa's hand and nodded. "I'm positive." Lisa sighed. "Good. Okay. Now. You're tired of doing clench covers, but housework? The two are such worlds apart." Jolee nodded. "Exactly. I wanted to do something completely different. And you know I've always loved cooking." "Yeah. Cooking is one thing, Jolee, but housekeeping?" She shrugged. "It's not as bad as you think. I don't do any real cleaning. Just vacuuming and making his bed. He has a cleaning woman who comes in twice a week who does the real cleaning." Lisa grinned. "Still." She nodded, smiling. "I know. You didn't think I'd make it through six days, let alone six weeks. Huh?" "Well, you have led a pretty pampered life. Don't you miss it at all?"
She thought of the nights spent it Daniel's bed, either receiving or giving oral sex. Nights of passion and tenderness. Nights when she felt as if it didn't matter how old she grew or how far from a size six she was. Nights when he made her feel like the most desirable, beautiful woman in the world. Nights when she felt as if she were the only woman in his world. "No, I don't. My boss is very easy going. It's a stress-free environment and I’ve found that I like it." "So are you going to tell me where you're at?" She shook her head. "I'd like to, but I don't want Kyle to know—" "Jolee!" Lisa bounded to her feet. "You don't trust me?" "Of course I trust you, but I don't want to put you in the position of having to lie to him. A woman should never have to lie to the man she loves." Lisa bit her lip and looked away. "Do you think he…knows?" "No, but I do think he'll be very lucky to get you." Provided he learned to keep his dick in his pants. Lisa looked at her. "You really don't want him?" "No!" Lisa shook her head. "How can you sound so decisive? I mean the two of you have been lovers and…well, I couldn't help noticing when we were at the beach that he's…rather well-endowed." She shrugged. "He's not the only well-endowed man in town. And what good is his big dick if he's always sticking it in some other female? I want a man who belongs exclusively to me." "So do I!" She bit back the urge to point out that she didn't want Kyle then. "I know." Lisa sank back down next to her. "So. What's he like?" "Kyle?" "No. Your boss." "Oh. Him." She hesitated, reluctant to talk about Daniel. "Well, he's…he's a very nice man." "I mean to look at? Is he gorgeous?" "Gorgeous? He has dark hair and eyes. He's about six-two with average features." Lisa arched a brow at her. "A buff bod?" "No. He's not what I'd call a hunk, but he works out and he's in shape." She grinned suddenly. "You know what I like best about him?" Lisa leaned forward. "What?" "His hair isn't longer than mine!" she said, laughing. "Oh, Lise, he's just your average nice guy next door."
Lisa's blue eyes searched hers. "That's why you're still there. You're attracted to him!" She was not attracted to him. Sorta not. She liked him and the way he extended himself for his clients. She loved giving him oral sex and looked forward to having intercourse with him, but she was not that attracted to him. She was not about to let that happen and risk getting hurt again. "I am not! He's not even my type!" Lisa tilted her head. "Jolee, your voice softened and you smiled the moment you started talking about him." "No!" She spoke firmly. "I am telling you—you're wrong." All she wanted from him was sex. "Does he like you too?" "There's no too!" "Okay. Okay." Lisa threw up her hands. "I'm a believer." But she knew that look. Lisa didn't believe her. Jolee shrugged. "I have to get back and get dinner ready." She was eager to get home—just in case Daniel managed to get home early for once. CHAPTER FOUR The first thing she noticed when he came into the room, was how tired he looked. His dark hair was ruffled, his tie loosened, and he carried the jacket of his dark suit instead of wearing it. Disappointment filled her. He probably wouldn't want her in his bed tonight. His words confirmed her fears that he was too tired for sex. "I didn't expect to find you still up." She wasn't about to admit that she'd stayed up hoping he'd want to share a late night session of oral sex with her. She glanced at the clock on the end table next to her. 12:20 a.m. She unfolded her legs from the sofa and started to stand up. "Don't get up." He pulled off his tie and tossed it, along with his briefcase and jacket, on the sofa opposite the one where she sat. He stretched, then flopped down onto the sofa next to his briefcase. She lifted the remote and lowered the sound on the television. "You look tired." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the sofa. "I'm beyond tired. I'm weary." Driven by an urge she didn't stop to analyze, she got up and moved to stand behind him. She ignored the itch in her fingers to massage his shoulders and balled them into fists instead. "Did you eat?" He opened his eyes and smiled up at her. Even in the dim lighting of the living room, she saw a warm intimacy in his gaze that attracted her; it was the secret smile of a lover. And they were, after all, lovers. "Yes, thanks." She placed her hands on the back of the sofa, close to, but not quite touching his dark hair. "When?" "Around six-thirty." "Then you must be starving. I made crumb-fried chicken and spinach lasagna for dinner."
"Hmm. Sounds delicious." He closed his eyes. "Sorry I missed it." She was aware of a disturbing desire to ask him why he had. Had he been working or with a woman? "I'll warm some up for you." He opened his eyes and flashed her a quick smile. "Thanks, but it's too late for that." "It won't take long and you won't sleep if you go to bed hungry." "You're sure you don't mind?" She nodded. "What would you like to drink?" "A beer." She bit back the urge to say he drank too many beers. You're his housekeeper, she reminded herself, as she headed for the kitchen. Not his mother. He can enjoy an occasional beer without having to explain himself to you. Sucking his luscious dick didn't give her the right to go territorial on him. Thinking of his dick made her pussy twitch. She licked her lips, her stomach muscles contracting. In the kitchen, she warmed up the chicken and lasagna, placed it on a tray along with a sixteen-ounce can of beer, and headed back to the living room. As she paused in the doorway, he opened his eyes and got to his feet. She waved him away. "I have it." He sank back onto the sofa and she carried the tray over to him and placed it across his lap. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply for several moments. Then he smiled at her. "It smells great." She draped his jacket and tie across the back of the sofa so they wouldn't wrinkle before resuming her seat. She watched silently as he took his first mouthful. He smiled at her. "You're an angel," he said, his voice warm. "Where did you learn to cook like this?" She sank back onto the sofa, a warm feeling suffusing her. Praise from him always made her feel special. "My father was a chef." "Was?" She nodded, sighing. "He died about ten years ago." "And your mother?" "She was a nurse. She died shortly after my father. I don't think she wanted to go on without him. They'd been married a long time and…" She shrugged. "I don't think people love like that anymore." He opened the can of beer and took a deep swallow. "Is that why you're not married?" She swallowed painfully. She wasn't married because the men she gave her heart to kept jilting her. But it was just like Daniel to assume she'd never married by choice. "You have a…very pleasing way about you, Mr. Skywalker," she said slowly. "Is that statement meant as a mind-your-own-business response?"
She smiled, shaking her head. "No." He suddenly sat forward, staring at her. "I knew it would be amazing," he said softly. She blinked at him in surprise. "What? Oh!" She pointed at the tray. "You mean your food." She smiled again. "Thanks." "No. No, I mean your smile." "My…smile?" He nodded, his gaze locked on her face. "That's the first time I've seen you smile." "It can't be," she protested. "I've been here six weeks now." "Actually, it's been thirty-eight and a half days, but who's counting? Why don't you do it more often? Smile, I mean." "I do smile! I smile all the time." Especially when he had his fingers and tongue buried deep inside her. Her whole body, mind, and heart smiled then. He shook his head. "You have a sweet smile. I wouldn't have forgotten it if I'd ever seen it." She'd been told her smile was sexy and seductive, but never amazing or sweet. She liked sweet. "Oh." She looked away from his intense gaze. "Well, it's late. I think I'll turn in." She got up. "Goodnight, Mr. Skywalker." He set the tray on the end table next to the sofa and strolled across the room to the door just as she reached it. "Look, I know you have this thing about employee/employer relationships, but I really wish you'd stop calling me Mr. Skywalker with every other breath. My name is Daniel." "I know." She fastened her gaze onto the white expanse of his shirt, chest level. "but it's not proper— " "Why not? Tell me, what is so improper about calling me Daniel?" "Well," she began. "And I'd prefer it, if you looked at me when you're talking to me," he interrupted. She tilted her head and looked up at him. "I'm here to cook and clean for you, not to socialize with you," she said, painfully aware that she sounded more like a prude than ever. His amused smile didn't help any. "My dear Miss Randall, I've kissed your beautiful, bare body, nibbled on your breasts, sucked your toes, and licked your sweet cunt clear of come. I know you want us to behave as if we don't sometimes share a bed, but we do. And it's ridiculous to keep up this Mr. Skywalker, Miss Randall nonsense when I fully intend to have you suck my cock tonight." Her heart thumped with anticipated pleasure. Never had she ever imagined that she'd enjoy sucking a man's cock, but sucking his sent her to the brink of ecstasy. Deciding she resented the confidence in his voice, she lifted her head. "Aren't you being a little presumptuous?" Smiling, he shook his head. "No, because I happen to believe that you enjoy giving me oral sex as
much as I enjoy giving it to you. So why pretend?" She flushed. He shrugged. "Besides, Trudi calls me Daniel. The kids I counsel call me Daniel or Sky. Everyone I know calls me Daniel for two simple reasons: one, it's my name, and two, I prefer it, Miss Randall." Standing next to him, staring up into his eyes, was taking its toll on her. She found it difficult to breathe normally with him so close and so insistent. He was undeniably virile and masculine. "If you want your domestics to call you by your first name, fine," she said. "I'll call you Daniel." "And?" he prodded, still standing in front of the door. "And what?" "Aren't you going to tell me you've just been practically swooning at the thought of having me call you by your first name, especially as I come in your lovely mouth?" His voice softened, his eyes glittered like liquid fire, and he smiled at her. Which he did frequently; almost every time he looked at her. Each smile made her think of the nights she'd spent in his bed. Worse, his smile made her long for something more than the oral sex they shared, something more than the intercourse she fully intended to have with him. But that way lay trouble in the form of yet another broken heart. She took several steps away from him. "While I appreciate how you feel, and I admit that I enjoy our nights together, I'd really prefer it if you continued to call me M—" "Thanks." He grinned at her. "I'd be delighted to call you, Jolee, Jolee." He stepped away from the door and held it open for her. "I'm going to finish eating, take a quick shower, then I'll be waiting for you in my bed, Jolee." He stroked a finger across her cheek. "Wear that black thong I love. You look so sexy in it. Just thinking about you standing in my bedroom door in nothing but those panties makes my dick hard." Feeling her cunt pulse, she smiled suddenly, looking up at him. "Everything makes your dick hard." "Everything to do with you." He leaned down and kissed her. She parted her lips, slipped her fingers through his hair, and responded warmly. "Especially thinking of slipping it inside the cunt I've come to love. How about it? Are you going to let me make love to you tonight?" he murmured. The word love started alarm bells ringing in her head. She pulled back and looked at him. "Not love —sex. Intercourse, but not love." He sighed. "Why couldn't it be making love with us?" "Making love is what two people who are in love do. We're having sex. Period. You said you could accept that." He shook his head. "Okay. We won't make love. We'll have sex?" The smile he turned on her was so warm that she instinctively smiled back at him. How could any woman be expected to withstand the charm and seduction of his smile? He leaned back against the door, his gaze on her face. "Now there's a smile bright enough to light up the darkest of nights," he said softly. "How is it, Jolee, that you're not married?"
"No one ever wanted to marry me," she admitted. His gaze lingered on her lips. "I find that hard to believe." "I don't think many men would find me attractive." He slipped his hand into his trouser pockets and made a leisurely inspection of her, allowing his gaze to linger on her breasts and groin area before smiling at her. "I find you incredibly sexy." The seductive quality to his voice made up her mind. Tonight was the tonight when she would feel that lovely cock of his inside her. "You're making it difficult for me to say no." He grinned. "That's the plan. Look, I hate to be crude, but I really need some pussy tonight." "Some pussy? As in any little kitty in the dark will do?" she teased. "No. You know it's you I want." Her heartbeat was so fast now, it was difficult to breathe properly. "And…why would you imagine that little piece of information would interest me?" "Oh, I don't know. Something just tells me you need a little more loving than a tongue or fingers can provide." He leaned down and kissed her on the side of he neck. "The kind of loving that comes attached to a fully erect cock interested only in being inside you and you alone." Yes, Daniel. Please want just me. His smile was slow and more intimate than usual. "You waited up for me because you wanted to make love. Didn't you?" "I did not wait up for you." She whispered the lie and her face flushed. He studied her hot face in silence, his brow arched. She stared back. It was a little frightening how easily he understood her. She wanted him and his big cock. And that realization left her feeling warm and happy—and scared—all at the same time. She had left everything she'd spent years working to acquire for the sole purpose of getting away from men who defined a women's worth by her physical appearance. Not to have her head turned by yet another man. Just because he was tender and was exquisitely endowed was no reason to lose sight of her plan. Granted, he seemed different from the men who inhabited her world, more willing to judge her based on who she was inside. But maybe that difference made him more dangerous to her peace of mind. Because with just a smile or a look, he could make her feel as if she were the most desirable woman in the world. Afraid he might see her feelings reflected in her gaze, she turned and ran up the staircase. He followed her, catching up with her on the second floor landing. The hands he placed on her arms to turn her to face him were gentle. "Don't run from me. Please. If you've changed your mind…I'll abide by your decision." She looked up at him. "I haven't changed my mind, as long as we can go back to being Mr. Skywalker and Miss Randall in the morning."
Confident that he would agree, she waited, but to her amazement, he shook his head. "After we've made love—" "Had intercourse," she interrupted. "Whatever you choose to call it, you want to pretend it never happened in the morning?" The censure in his voice annoyed her. "Why not? We've done it before." "No, we haven't. Oral sex and intercourse are two very different things. Even when we shared oral sex, there were feelings involved, at least on my part. I'm past the age when I want sex for sex's sake. I want more. There is no way I'm going to go around calling you Miss Randall, after I've made love to you." She drew away from him. "Then I guess you won't be making love to me." He shrugged. "If that's the way you want it." He turned and ran back down the stairs. Stunned, she stared after him until he passed from her view. Then, feeling as if she'd had all the air sucked out of her lungs, she made her way up the second flight of stairs. In her room, she lay sleepless, trying to convince herself that he would come through her door any minute, begging to have intercourse with her; vowing to accept sex with her on her terms. But when half an hour passed, she realized that he wasn't coming. ***** After taking a long, cold shower, Daniel lay alone in bed. He was a fool. When a woman who turned him on as Jolee did wanted no-strings-attached sex, who was he to get on his high horse and refuse? Granted he wanted a real relationship with her, but he also wanted to slide his aching cock inside her warm, wet cunt. It was crazy to turn down a chance to make love to her. Even after coming in the shower, his cock ached and throbbed. God, he wanted to be inside her. All he needed to do to satisfy his desire was go to her room, promise to call her Miss Randall in the morning, and he'd get to spend the night in paradise. His problem? He'd been a fool already. He couldn't promise what she wanted because his heart was involved. Although he longed to make love to her, he wanted to do it within the confines of a relationship where he could freely admit that he'd lost his heart to her over the past six weeks. As he tossed in his bed, his only consolation was the certainty that she must be experiencing as much discomfort as was he. She could insist that her feelings weren't involved as much as she liked, but he didn't quite believe her. When she sucked his cock, she asked nothing from him, deriving her sole pleasure from satisfying him. And those were not the actions of a woman who didn't care about the man she was with. Still, if she weren't willing to admit her feelings on her own, he'd just have to give her a little helping hand. When he was certain that she wasn't coming to his bed, he punched a fist in his pillow and settled down for a long, sleepless night. ***** Jolee woke the next morning, determined to tell him either he accepted her terms or all sex between
them was over. She fully expected that his desire for her would be ample reason to cooperate. It was rather anticlimactic to find that he'd already left the house. She found a note on the kitchen counter. Miss Randall, I hope you'll forgive my behavior last night. I have an unfortunate tendency to make asinine statements and say things I don't mean when I'm really tired, as I was last night. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know I have a date tonight, so don't bother cooking anything for me. Daniel P.S. If I'm not back by eleven, go ahead and arm the security system. Her breath caught in the back of her throat. He had a date. Why, on God's green earth, should she be happy to know that he had a date that might keep him out all night—a date who might accept him on his terms? The thought that he'd be spending the night with a woman who would probably not only suck his cock, but who would no doubt also let him make love to her, sent a frightening chill through her. A feeling of rage quickly followed. Okay, so she was the one who had insisted she didn't want a relationship with him, but how could he go so quickly to another woman's arms? Tears stung her eyes. Don't, she whispered. Please, Daniel, don't. God, she was a fool for driving him into the arms of another woman when she wanted him so much herself. She folded his note in half and ripped it into small pieces. He was just like all the other men in her life who had hurt her. Why had she thought him different? He was just slicker. Wasn’t he? She glanced around the kitchen. Her face burned as she recalled the afternoon when he'd surprised her by coming home early. Making barely a sound beside her, she'd turned to find him standing in the kitchen door, naked and fully aroused. Forgetting the chicken she'd been about to bake, she rushed across the room, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her lips and fingers around his cock. He'd quickly come in her mouth and she'd swallowed every drop. Then he'd undressed her, carried her over to the table, settled her on the edge, and began eating her pussy with a fury and passion that had her moaning and shuddering in release in a matter of minutes. While she lay with her legs still open, he'd moved between her thighs, gripped his cock, and rubbed it against her come-drenched cunt. "God, I want to be inside you so badly, I can barely stand it," he'd whispered, in a pleading, begging voice. It had taken all of her willpower to resist. "I want it to, but—" "I know," he'd answered wearily. "But you don't want it now. You keep denying me and pretty soon my dick is going to fall off from lack of pussy." "God, I hope not." She'd sat up and began pumping him. "This is far too nice a dick for that."
In the six weeks since he'd first had her on the dinning room table, they'd had oral sex in nearly every room in the house. There was no place she could go without thoughts of a sexual encounter with him haunting her. She needed to get out of his house. Today. Now. While she could still walk away. She ran back up the stairs with the intention of packing her suitcases. Instead she paused outside his bedroom, hesitated, and then went in. Memories of lying there in his arms after they'd pleasured each other overwhelmed her and she knew she'd stayed too long. Leaving while she could do so without getting hurt was no longer an option. Instead of packing her bags, she began cleaning. The bell rang as she was making his bed later that morning. "I'll get it," Trudi called up from the foyer. "Thanks," she called back and went back to his bedroom where she ripped the sheet off his bed. She'd just finished putting a clean sheet on when Trudi came into the room grinning and holding a vase full of flowers. "And just what are those?" She didn't care that she sounded like a fishwife. Telling herself she had no reason to feel betrayed didn't improve her disposition one iota. Trudi extended them to her. "Flowers." So now women were sending him flowers! She waved at the big mahogany triple dresser behind her. "Put them over there. He'll see them when he gets home." Whenever that might be. Probably after a night of whoring. "They're for you." She blinked at Trudi. "For me? Who sent them?" "Read the card and find out," Trudi urged. She reached in between the flowers and lifted out a small envelope. Her heartbeat quickened. The writing on the envelope matched that of the note she'd found in the kitchen. "Well? Aren't you going to read the card?" Trudi demanded. "Yes." She let the card slip back amongst the flowers. "Later. I have work to do now." "Oh." Looking disappointed, Trudi left the room. She waited until she heard the vacuum start again before she read the card. I hope you like flowers in general and these in particular. Daniel. Jolee sank down onto the side of his big bed, breathing in the fragrance of the flowers. The tension slowly seeped from her. Kyle would have sent roses. Several dozen. All red. She smiled. This mixed bouquet from Daniel was much nicer. Nicer still would have been a message telling her he would be coming home to her that night.
CHAPTER FIVE "She's exaggerating again!" "We didn't do nothing!" Daniel sighed and turned in his chair to face Wade and Mark Allen, who sat on the other side of his desk in his office. "Didn't do anything," he correctly wearily. After just a few hours of sleep, he'd come in early to see them at their mother's request. Even though he was more than half convinced that when he returned home he'd find out that Jolee had flown the coop. But as he had every intention of going after her, he wasn't overly concerned. "Whatever," Wade sneered. "So. Let me see if I understand you two. That wicked, mean mother of yours is lying on you two angels again," he said mildly, allowing his gaze to linger on Wade's angry face before moving onto Mark's less defiant one. "Is that right?" Wade nodded furiously, but Mark ducked his head and stared at his feet. He looked at Wade again. After a moment of staring back, Wade finally shrugged and looked away. "So okay, maybe we did smoke and maybe we were out past curfew, but we were not drinking and we didn't steal nothing!" He steepled his fingers and leaned back in his chair. "But you were with the guys who did steal those CD's." It wasn't a question. Mark ducked his head again and Wade shrugged. "So?" "So last time it was cassette tapes, this time CD's. What's next, Wade? Women's handbags? Cars stereos? Cars?" Wade jerked up in his seat. "Hey, listen, Sky! We didn't steal nothing! Mark and me don't steal!" "Yet," he said quietly. "How long before you and Mark have to prove yourselves by stealing, Wade? Then what?" Wade jumped up and grabbed his younger brother by his collar. "Come on, Mark! Let's get out of here. We don't have to listen to him!" Daniel slowly rose to his feet. "Sit down, Wade." Wade jabbed a finger in his direction. "Why are you so willing to believe every lie she tells you about us? You never want to hear our side of the story!" He resumed his seat, keeping his gaze focused on Wade's face. "Really? Is that why you both know you can call me any time, day or night, or show up here or at my house whenever because I never want to hear you out, Wade?" "Yeah, but we can't come to your house anymore, can we, Sky?" Wade demanded, sounding both hurt and angry. "No, you can't," he said coolly. "Not until you learn how to use the manners I know your mother
taught you." "So I shouldn't have said your housekeeper looked like something out of a horror movie!" "She doesn't. Not really. She has nice eyes." Both he and Wade turned surprised gazes onto Mark's face. Finding himself the center of attention, Mark flushed and ducked his head. "How can you tell what's behind those thick glasses?" Wade laughed, saw the narrowing of Daniel's eyes, and shrugged. "It was only one remark, Sky. You shouldn't have kicked us out of your house." "Sit down," he said. After several moments of defiance, both boys sat down. Mark looked chastened, Wade angry. He sighed. "You're not the only one with feelings, Wade. How do you think Miss Randall felt when she heard your remark?" Wade shrugged. "Well, why doesn't she wear makeup or do something to make herself look like other women?" "And why should she do that?" He turned his chair so that he faced the window behind his desk with a view of the city's skyscrapers before him. "Because it's what women do to please men." "Why should she want to please men?" "Because it's what people expect women to do." "I see. So my housekeeper should do what people expect her to do?" "Yes!" Wade said without the slightest hesitation. "Does that apply only to her? Or…" He swung his chair around and faced Wade. "…or should you and Mark also do some of the things people expect of you? Like obeying your mother, not cutting classes, keeping your curfew, and not hanging around with a bunch of thieves?" Wade stared at him, his lower jaw dropping. "You tricked me!" He shook his head. "Those are your thoughts and your words, Wade. Not mine." Wade's stare held less hostility. Still, he didn't delude himself into thinking he'd made any real headway with Wade and Mark by extension, but it was a start. He smiled at both boys suddenly. "Tell you what. If you're prepared to dust off those under used manners and apologize to Miss Randall like you mean it, my house is your house again." Mark's face lit up and he sat forward in his chair. "Yeah? Will she be there when we come over?" When, not if. Daniel hid a smile. It seemed he wasn't the only male attracted to Miss Jolee Randall.
*****
Later that night, lying in bed, listening for the sound of Daniel's car in the driveway, Jolee couldn't keep tears at bay. The knowledge that he was with another woman hurt like nothing she'd ever felt. Even catching Kyle cheating hadn't created this overwhelming sense of betrayal, loss, and sadness in her. Her heart ached. Her whole body ached. How could he go to another woman so easily after all those nights of holding her in his arms? Why had she driven him away with her silly insistence on being called Miss Randall? What importance did names have when hearts and real feelings were involved? She fell asleep sometime after two a.m., her cheeks wet, and her heart feeling as if it had been shattered into pieces so tiny that they could never be assembled again.
***** "About the other night." Jolee took a slow, deep breath before turning. Daniel stood in the kitchen doorway. He looked tired. Served him right, she thought coolly. First he spent the night with his "date," then didn't come home until nearly one a.m. the next two nights. And like a needy, desperate fool, she stayed and waited up for him. Gripped by jealousy for the unknown woman he'd spent the night with, she longed to scream at him like a betrayed lover. She clenched her hands into fists and swallowed slowly. He wore a suit and a tie. He wouldn't be working at home. So if she managed to get through breakfast without turning an ugly shade of green, the rest of the day would be a breeze. She turned back to the counter and poured him a cup of coffee. "You haven't been eating breakfast lately. You must be hungry." "We need to talk. About the other night." "What about it?" He came into the kitchen and picked up the cup and took several small sips before replying. "I just wanted to apologize. I'd hate you to misunderstand or to feel that you couldn't trust me." She bit her lip and turned to face him. "If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't be here. And you apologized in your note. You don't need to do it again." She took a deep breath. "I think we should just…forget it." "You do?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, well, see, the thing is…I sort of meant everything I said." She remembered what he’d said that night about wanting a relationship. She turned away and sipped her own coffee, which had cooled. "I'm sure you didn't," she insisted. "Not really. You were tired and you'd been drinking." He put his cup down so abruptly, the saucer rattled. "I was tired, but I had not been drinking! I had a couple swallows of beer. Don't make it sound like I'd been tossing them down all night. I said I wanted a real relationship with you and I do!" She could feel the tension emanating from him. It mirrored her own. She'd spent the majority of the last three days looking for an excuse to yell at him. But he'd avoided her—leaving before she got up in the mornings and arriving home long after she lay alone and lonely in bed. He wanted a relationship with her so he spent the night with another woman? Yeah, right. What he wanted was what he'd once said he did: pussy. To her shame, she was ready to give it to him—on his terms. "Fine." She moved over to the refrigerator and turned to face him. "If you want to guzzle beer, that's your business." "I don't guzzle beer." He spoke in a low, barely controlled voice. "I have an occasional beer after a long day at work." "Of course, sir," she said meekly, certain her tone and form of address would annoy him. "I asked you not to call me, sir." He sounded weary. "And that is not what I wanted to talk to you
about." "I know," she admitted. "But it seems to be a safer topic." He sighed and leaned back against the counter. "I'm too old for this. I'm tired of pretending I don't feel what I feel." His gaze, which had been narrowed and angry just moments earlier, now softened and warmed. "I think you know what I mean." Oh, she knew all right. How could she not know when he looked at her like that, as if he were seeing everything he'd ever wanted when he looked at her? He sighed, pushed away from the counter, and advanced slowly. She had ample time to easily slip around the counter and out the door. She didn't. He stopped within inches of her and stared down at her. "Who hurt you and what can I do to help?" She swallowed several times. "You can't help me." He cupped her face between his palms. "Why not?" "Because you're part of the problem!" He dropped his hands from her face and recoiled as if she'd hit him. "Me? How? Why? What have I done?" "What have you done? Are you nuts? You spent the night with another woman!" His shoulders relaxed and to her annoyance, he laughed. Pushed beyond her limits, she balled a hand into a fist and hit his shoulder. "How can you laugh when you've hurt me?" His laughter ceased and he reclaimed her face between his palms. "I didn't sleep with another woman." "You expect me…" she swallowed several times. "You didn't sleep with another woman? You didn't come home." "I spent the night with a friend—a male friend." "But you said you had a date and—" "I did, with my buddy. We're both busy and we hadn't seen each other in awhile, so we went to a ball game and then back to his place." Her immediate belief in his word stunned her. "But…why did you let me think you were with another woman?" He kissed the tip of her nose. "I wanted you to be jealous." "Well, it worked. I was jealous. I am jealous and miserable," she admitted. He brushed his lips against hers. "There's no need to be either. How could you think I'd want another woman after spending so many wonderful nights with you? Let me tell you something you might want to
know—I'm yours for the asking." The look in the brown eyes staring down at her left her in no doubt that he meant what he was saying. "Oh." She leaned back against the refrigerator, her legs feeling weak. "Oh, Daniel." He arched a brow at her. "Is that all you have to say? 'Oh'?" "I didn't think…I mean…" She lifted a hand to indicate the dress she wore. A dark green one this time, but as shapeless and unflattering as the others she wore around him. "I'm not looking very fashionable and I don't wear makeup and I…I didn't expect this…" "What didn't you expect?" Romance. Heart pounding, breath stealing, she'd take him on his terms of romance. "Daniel. I didn't…" She bit her lip and closed her eyes briefly. "I wish you wouldn't look at me like that. It makes it difficult to think or to speak or to do anything, but…" feel desirable. "But what?" She gazed up into the face she'd grown to love in such a short time. "How can you find me attractive?" He shrugged. "I can't explain it. I just do. I have from the moment I first saw you. And I'm not the only one, you know." That surprised her. She stared up at him. "You're not? Who else?" He grinned. "Mark Allen. He thinks you have…'nice eyes.'" His grin turned into a warm smile. "So do I." His undeniable interest was flattering. Thrilling. Exciting. Wonderful. Daniel Skywalker, one of the sweetest, kindest men she'd ever met, found her totally fascinating just as she was and wanted a real relationship with her! "Oh, Daniel. You are so sweet." He raised a brow. "Is being sweet good?" She nodded. "Yes!" "Good." He blew out a long breath and grinned at her. "That saves me the grief of having to throw myself into the Delaware River in total abject despair." She laughed and, feeling happier than she'd felt in years, she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. "Oh, Daniel. Take me to bed and make love to me." CHAPTER SIX In his bedroom, with the bright morning sun shining into the room, he slowly undressed her, raining kisses and caresses on her face and body as he unbuttoned her long green dress. When he bared her shoulders, he slipped an arm around her waist and nipped her neck. "You're so sweet and I've wanted this since we met." She stroked his hair. "I've wanted it too, Daniel."
He pushed the dress down her torso. He trailed a path of kisses and gentle biting down her body to her waist. The touch of his tongue dipping into her belly button sent a nice tingle of anticipatory desire through her. Under the wig and behind the thick glasses, she began to sweat. Peeling the dress down her legs, he pressed a brief kiss against her thong-covered mound before licking the insides of both her thighs. A delicious shiver danced through her stomach and traveled down to her cunt, sending an uncontrollable dampness into her panties. Holding onto his shoulders, she lifted her feet, and he removed her dress. He rose quickly and stepped back, his gaze dark and glittering with desire. The breath caught in her throat. She could see the clear outline of his cock against the side of his leg. He undressed quickly, stripping himself naked in less than a minute. When he stood before her, with his cock—big, thick and already erect—her clit twitched and she licked her lips. "Oh, Daniel." She extended her arms to him. "I want to make love with and to you." His smile brimmed with tenderness. He quickly but carefully removed her bra and thong panties. Nude and aroused, she stood before him, her cunt wet and aching, her nipples hard. He touched her wig. "If I tell you it doesn't matter what's under this, will you take this off?" If she did, he'd know he'd been deceived. And she couldn't allow that until she had time to think how to confess everything to him. That time would come soon, but right now she had one thought on her mind —making love to this wonderful man she'd fallen so hard for. "Please, Daniel. I need to keep it on." "Okay. The glasses?" She nodded and allowed him to remove them. He placed them on his nightstand and turned to smile at her. He opened his arms. "Be mine. Come to me, sweetheart." She stumbled forward into his arms, clinging to him, rubbing her aching pussy against his thick cock. "I am yours, Daniel. Take me. I want to feel you inside me—deep inside me." He lifted her in his arms and carried her across the room. He kissed her softly as he lowered her to the bed. She watched, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as he removed a condom from his nightstand drawer. She scrambled to her knees. "Let me do that." He handed her the small foil package. Because her hands trembled so much, it took awhile to remove the condom. He waited patiently, standing near the bed. Finally, she had it free and she looked up at him. "Oh, Daniel." He stroked his hand over her wig, smiling down at her. She leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. He pressed his hips forward. She smiled and took several inches of him in her mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue around the tip of him and along the underside of him. He made several inarticulate sounds and his hips surged forward, sending even more of himself between her caressing lips. She pressed her tongue against his thick, leaking tip. She felt her own cunt dripping and knew they were both ready for the ultimate delight. Giving his dick a final greedy, deep, suck, she withdrew her mouth and quickly covered him with the
condom. Then she lay back against the bed, smiled at him, and spread her legs invitingly. "Come to bed, Daniel." He nearly tripped in his haste to join her on the bed. He pressed his big body against the length of hers, allowing her to feel the full weight and length of his heavy erection throbbing at the entrance of her now drenched channel. Kissing her, he reached down a hand to finger her slit, caress her clit, and slipped a finger inside to test her readiness for him. "Ready for me?" "Yes! Oh, yes, Daniel. I've been ready for you for such a long, long time. No more talking, please. Just put that lovely, thick cock inside me. But do it slowly. I want to really enjoy the first time I feel your cock sinking into me." "You make me so hot, talking like that." "No talking. Just loving, Daniel." "Your wish is my command." He settled between her legs, grasped his cock in one hand and teased the head against her clit. She shuddered and thrust her hips upwards. "Please." He found her mouth and gently biting her bottom lip, he began to feed the big head of his shaft between the outer lips of her cunt. A marvelous sense of absolute delight flooded her senses as her pussy canal stretched to welcome and embrace the thick, hard length taking possession of her. With him halfway in, she gasped and pushed against his shoulders. "Wait. Please." He paused immediately, resting his weight on his knees and extended arms. "Am I hurting you?" "No." She leaned up and pressed a hungry kiss against his mouth. Then she fell back against the bed. "I just want to enjoy this moment. There'll only be one time to experience your cock filling me up for the first time." He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. "Don't make me wait too long. I want to be all the way inside you, feeling you all around me, warm, moist, and tight." "Oh, Daniel, you're right. Let me feel the rest of your cock inside me." He obliged, pushing his hips forward, sending his dick deep inside her. She lifted her hips to help speed his entry into her. When she felt his balls against her behind, she closed her eyes, collapsed back against the bed, thrusting up her hips. Tiny, explosive fires began to burn in the pit of her stomach. Every microscopic fiber of her cunt throbbed and cried out for him. "Love me, Daniel. Love me," she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lowered his full weight onto her body, held her hips in his hands, found her mouth with his, and began to thrust into her with quick, powerful strokes. The feelings washing over her left her breathless, thoughtless. She clung to him, her entire world centered around him and his pumping cock. Her back arched, her clit tingled, her toes curled, her heart nearly stopped beating. “Oh yes.” Then the most explosive climax she'd ever experienced exploded out from her cunt and radiated through her entire body. The intensity of it brought tears to her eyes and left her limp and weak.
Pausing only long enough to soothe and kiss her, he began the rapid, deep thrusts into her again, moaning and shuddering as he came just moments later. He collapsed on top of her, his dick buried deep inside her still convulsing body. When he could speak again, he lifted his head and looked down at her. "Are you all right?" She nodded weakly. "I've never been better." He grinned. "Then I can assume that you're my woman?" She smiled at him. "Damn straight." She threaded her fingers through his hair, and tugged at his neck. "Now stop talking and kiss me." He obliged and in a matter of minutes, he had donned a fresh condom, drove his cock back inside her, and they were making love. Jolee arched her back and welcomed him, greedily wanting every stroke he gave her. ***** Later that morning, Jolee lay on one of the living room sofas, torn between delight that she'd finally found her soul mate and fear that Daniel would be furious when he found out that she wasn't who he thought she was. What would he say or feel when he learned the truth? The doorbell interrupted her thoughts. Sighing, she rose from the sofa. She retrieved the glasses she had put on a coffee table before going back down the hall to answer the door. The peephole revealed a tall, thin blond boy staring at the door with anxious eyes. One of the Allen boys. She removed the chain and opened the door. "Hello," she said. "If you're looking for Mr. Skywalker, he's at the office today." "Yes, I know." The boy looked at her quickly before averting his eyes. "I'm Mark Allen. Do you remember me?" She nodded. "Yes. Of course." "Well, Sky said me and Wade could come here again if we came and apologized. So we came to say we're sorry." She looked past him. Unless his older, bigger brother was hiding in the shrubbery, he was alone. "We?" He blushed. "Oh. You're looking for Wade. Well, he wanted to come, but he couldn't. But he asked me to tell you how sorry he was," he said quickly. Jolee smiled. "Thank you. I'll tell Mr. Skywalker you were here." He nodded, but made no move to leave. She hesitated. It had taken a certain amount of character to come and apologize for his brother's offense. She smiled. "I have to go out shortly, but I just made some lemonade. Would you like to come in and have a glass?"
He nodded, his blue eyes shy, but alit. ***** "What are you going to do?" Jolee shook her head, tossing her hair over her shoulders. She frowned and looked across Lisa's small kitchen table at her friend. "I don't know." Lisa nibbled at her salad in silence for several moments. "I knew you liked him." Jolee shrugged and spared a forkful of spaghetti. "It would be hard not to like him, Lisa." She smiled. "He's an incredible man. He goes above and beyond the line of duty with the work he does with his young clients. They call him any time of the day or night they like, they show up at the house without an appointment and he sees them. He's spent a ton of money fitting the rec room with all the latest games for them. He's just there for them." She put down her fork and leaned across the table. "And, Lisa, he thinks I'm attractive." "Have you looked in the mirror lately? You are attractive." "No. No. You don't understand." She lifted a hand to indicate the light blue dress that had been made especially for her. "He's never seen me like this." Lisa looked surprised. "Like what?" Jolee stood up. "Wait a minute and I'll show you how I look to him." She left the kitchen to pick up the overnight bag she'd brought with her and headed into the bathroom. When she came back, dressed as she always was at Daniel Skywalker's house, Lisa's lips parted and she rose. "Jolee! What have you done to yourself?" She shrugged and slipped back into the chair across from Lisa. "I needed a break. I didn't want him to…to just view me as a sex object." She could have added like Kyle had, but she resisted the urge in deference to Lisa's feelings. "Okay, but…Jolee, nobody dresses like that anymore." She removed the glasses and wig and placed them on the empty chair next to her. "But don't you see? That's what I mean about him. How different he is. This is the only way he's seen me and yet he…he says he finds me totally fascinating." Lisa sank back in her chair, shaking her head. "Are you sure he's not pulling your leg?" She remembered the passion of his kisses and the tenderness of the big hands caressing her breasts. She nodded. "I'm positive he's not. He has a way of looking at me that makes me…" She pressed a hand against her chest. "…hot all over." Lisa stared at her. "And you think this guy is better than Kyle?" A resounding yes quivered on her lips. "I know he's different. He's not the kind of man that would cheat on a woman because she was no longer young and slim and chic." Lisa's cheeks reddened. "As you obviously think Kyle would."
She knew Kyle would. But then so did Lisa. So why point out as much? "I didn't come here to talk about Kyle, Lisa," she said slowly. "Well, don't you think it's time you talked to him, Jolee? Don't you think you're being unfair? Don't you think he deserves to be told how you feel in person?" She sighed and reached across the table to squeeze Lisa's hand. "Actually no, I don't. I think I've given him all the consideration he deserves." She was dismayed when Lisa tugged her hand away. "Well, I disagree, Jolee. He deserves more consideration than you've given him. It's been nearly twelve weeks since you walked out on him." "Since I walked out on him? Lise, maybe you've forgotten, but I found him screwing a girl almost young enough to be his daughter." "It didn't mean anything. You have to expect that a man as handsome as Kyle will occasionally stray." She stared at Lisa, her eyes narrowing. "No, I don't have to expect any such thing. If you expect and can accept that he can't keep his zip up, fine. Go after him, but I can't and won't be treated that way." Lisa blushed. "You're making me sound desperate and—" "No," she said coldly. "I'm not making you sound like anything. I'm just telling you what I expect from the man who shares my bed." "And is that wonderful boss of yours sharing your bed?" The question, asked in an angry, snide tone, surprised her. Her only response was a cold stare. After a moment, Lisa averted her gaze. "Okay. Maybe that remark was out of line. How long are you going to go on playing housekeeper? It's not fair to Kyle or to me. Part of our financial futures is tied up with yours, in case you've forgotten." She studied Lisa flushed face, her narrowed eyes. She knew Lisa's objection wasn't about money. "Oh," she said softly, suddenly understanding why Lisa was so insistent on her talking to Kyle. "I'm sorry," she began softly, feeling her way, "if my refusal to talk to Kyle is standing in the way of your developing a relationship with him." Lisa's face flushed with fresh color and she dropped her head, putting a hand up to cover her face. "That makes me sound selfish." Knowing Lisa wasn't finished speaking, she waited in silence. After several long moments, Lisa looked up at her. "But if you don't want him anymore…why shouldn't I have a go?" She smiled. "No reason. I wish you well with him, but—" "I need more than your well wishes. I need you to talk to him so he knows it is over between you. Then maybe I'll have a chance, but not until you do." She shook her head. "I wish you well," she said firmly. "But I am not ready to see Kyle. If you’d like, I'll call him, but I never want to see him again. Never."
"Why can't you see him? If it's really over and if this boss of yours is so wonderful. What have you got to fear?" "It's over all right, Lisa," she said coldly. Lisa's attitude hurt. She and Lisa had been friends for the last fifteen years. And now Lisa was prepared to let a man, a useless man like Kyle, come between them. "I don't have to talk to him to prove that." She stood up. "To anyone." Lisa's lips trembled and she sprang to her feet and clutched Jolee's hand. "Wait! I'm sorry." She returned the pressure of Lisa's hand. "So am I. For the first time in a long time, I feel good about myself and my life. I know you and Kyle and others must think I'm nuts to be enjoying keeping house. But Lisa. I am happy." "If you really care about this guy, why haven't you told him the truth? What is he going to say when he realizes you've been conning him?" About to object that she had not been conning Daniel, she bit her lip. Lisa was right. She could not start the real relationship both she and Daniel wanted until after she'd told him the truth about herself. ***** "Hey, Dan, want to get out of here for the night and down a few?" Daniel looked up from his desk. Joe Cope, his friend and one of the four other therapists at the center had stuck his head in the doorway of his office. He sat back in his chair, rotating his shoulders. He glanced quickly at the clock mounted above his office door. Six-fifteen. "Thanks, but Wade Allen is on his way." "Okay, I'll wait around." "Thanks, but when I'm through here, I'm heading home." "Got a date?" Remembering that morning spent making love to Jolee—twice—it was hard to keep from grinning like the fabled village idiot. But boy did he have a date. If not for several afternoon appointments that he really needed to keep, he'd have taken the day off. As it was, he could barely contain his eagerness to return home and see Jolee again. "I'm going straight home and staying there." "Any long legged blonds coming over?" "No." He hadn't meant to give anything away, but he must have because Joe arched his brows and came into the office. "Am I imagining things or do you have a thing for your housekeeper?" Joe sounded incredulous. He nodded. "Since you ask so politely, yes. I do have a thing for her." Joe's dark eyes widened. "You're serious!"
He nodded. "I know it's crazy, but there's something about her that’s attracted me since the first time I saw her." Joe shook his head. "I know you've always said a woman's looks weren't all that important to you. I guess you really meant that." He frowned. Joe's remarks made Jolee sound unattractive. Granted, she was different from any woman he'd ever expected to lose his heart to, but she had an inner beauty that attracted him as readily as a pretty face that attracted most men. "You're wrong about her, Joe. I'll admit that she's not a conventional beauty, but she has a beautiful smile and…I can't wait to get home and see her." "Oh. Well." Joe shrugged. "Then I wish you the best. But are you sure about this, Dan? I thought you wanted kids?" "I did. I do." "Well, Dan, beautiful though her smile may be, she looks a little past the child bearing age." He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess she is." Joe nodded. "Yeah? And?" He shrugged. "Not a problem. There's such things as adoption, you know." "Adoption? Whoa. That's a big step, Dan. You really do have a thing for her, don't you?" He nodded. "I know it's crazy, but when I look at her, I feel like any sacrifice I make for her will be worth it. Even forgoing having kids of my own." "Wow. Just how close are you two?" He frowned. "This is mostly wishful thinking on my part. I know how I feel about her, but I don't know if she shares my feelings." Just because she'd finally let him make love to her, didn't mean she was ready to give him her heart, which is want he wanted—what he needed—from her. Joe smiled. "Nice smile, huh?" He nodded. "You have no idea." "So what are you waiting for?" "I'm waiting for her to tell me how she feels about me. Joe, you know I've had my share of women, but for the first time in my adult life, I can't control how I feel. I know you think she's not much to look at, but she's the one I've been waiting for. Now that I've found her, I'm a little afraid of losing her." "Man, she'd be lucky to get you." He shook his head. "No, I'd be the lucky one if she'll have me." CHAPTER SEVEN Half an hour after Joe left, Daniel sat in his office, furious. Where was Wade? Eager to get home to see Jolee, he decided he'd waited for Wade long enough. He opened his briefcase and began tossing in
the case files he wanted to take home with him. He was retrieving his jacket from the closet in one corner of the room when his office door opened. "Where have you been, Wade?" he demanded, glancing over his shoulder. But instead of Wade, a woman he'd never seen stood in the doorway. She had long, thick blond hair that cascaded around her bare shoulders. Short but thick lashes framed and highlighted her dark blues eyes. Her red lips were full and sensual. The black dress she wore clung to her rounded breasts, molded to her flat stomach, and hugged her hips, ending just above her knees. Her long legs were encased in a pair of sheer black hose. Looking at the woman posed in the doorway, he had the odd impression that he should recognize her. But they'd never met. No way he'd have forgotten this woman in this absolutely stunning black dress. He licked his lips. What would such a dress do for Jolee? Not that she needed any help. She turned him on even in her ankle-length, shapeless dresses. He cleared his throat. "Can I help you?" She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. A knot of excitement tightened in his stomach. He tried to dismiss it. He couldn't be so ready to give up the idea of having kids of his own to be with Jolee and still react this way to a total stranger, alluring though she was. The thought of Jolee cooled his rising ardor. He put on his jacket, grabbed his briefcase from his desk and crossed the room to the door where the woman still stood. "Who were you looking for?" He glanced at his watch. Everyone was probably long gone by now. Which explained how she'd walked in on him unannounced. "Actually, I wanted to see you, Daniel." "Why?" "Don't you recognize me?" She tossed her head, sending her blond hair whirling around her face and shoulders. "You should. Just this morning you told me you were tired of hiding your feelings and then we made love—twice. If you're still interested in that real relationship, so am I." "What?" She brought her right hand from behind her back and slipped on a pair of dark, heavy framed glasses. "I didn't bring one of the dresses or the wig, but I think the glasses are enough." He put a hand on her right shoulder and stared down into the face that was familiar and yet shockingly different. "Jolee?" She nodded, trembling under his hand. "It's me, Daniel." He dropped his hands and stepped away from her. He'd fallen for a woman who’d played him for a first class sucker. "Daniel?" She reached out a hand to him, but he jerked away. He tossed his briefcase onto his desk and stared at her. "What do you want?" "To talk to you." She pulled off the glasses and bit her lip. "I can see you're angry and I know you have reason to be. But please? Will you listen to me?"
"The only thing I want to hear from you is how soon will you be out of my house and my life. I can't believe I actually thought you were worthy of my time, let alone my affection." "Daniel, please! You're not being fair! You have to at least listen to me. Please." Pain fueled his anger. He looked into the dark blue eyes that had gazed back at him with such adoration and apparent honesty just that morning. Her lips had promised a lifetime of passion and love. Her arms had held him tight, her hands caressing with all the tenderness he'd ever wanted or expected from his woman. But none of it had meant anything because she'd been lying to him from the day they met. He wanted to order her out of his office and his life. But if he did, he'd never know why she'd conned him. "No, I don't have to listen to you." "Please. I need to explain everything. I know I should have done it sooner and I'm sorry I didn't, but I will now." He walked around to his desk and sat down. "Fine. Make it quick and I'll listen to you, but when you're finished, I don't want to see you again." Her eyes filled with tears. "Please don't say that. You forgive everyone else. Please don't tell me you can't forgive me." "No one else conned me like you did! I didn't fall for anyone else. Did teasing me and watching me fall for you give you a charge?" "No!" She rushed across the room and leaned over the desk, her face inches from his. "You weren't the only one falling in love either!" "I never said anything about loving you." "Well, maybe you don't love me…but I love you. I love you, Daniel!" "The hell you do!" He pushed his chair back and turned to face the window. "The hell I do!" She surprised him by spinning his chair back around. "And you're going to listen to me, Daniel Skywalker. If I have to…sit on you." Later, he couldn't say if she actually jumped on his lap or if he pulled her there. He just knew she was in his lap with her arms around his neck, offering him her lips. He crushed her against him, his heart thumping. She pressed forward until he felt the hardened tips of her breasts against his chest. "Oh, Jolee." He cupped her hips in his hands and ground them down against his lap, letting her feel how much he wanted her. And when she parted her sweet lips and allowed his tongue access to the warmth of her mouth, he lost the tenuous control he'd been maintaining on his desire for her. He wanted to be angry and refuse her, but this was the woman he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When he felt her fumbling with his zipper, he lifted her off his lap. He closed his window blinds and crossed the room to put the do not disturb sign outside his office door and locked it. When he turned back, the sight that greeted him made his cock stone hard. She'd removed her shoes, hose, and thong panties. She sat on the edge of his desk with her dress pushed up around her waist and
her lovely pussy fully exposed to his gaze. "Oh god, Jolee." He rushed across the room, struggling out of his jacket, shirt, and tie as he went. When he stepped between her long, lovely thighs, she unzipped his pants and popped out his cock. Placing one hand against his buns, she began to caress and massage his shaft with the other. He leaned forward, rotating his hips and touched his lips and his tongue to hers. At the contact, a spark of electric heat sizzled through him and down into his cock. Smiling at him, she slowly fed his rod between the lips of her pussy and into the heated warmth within. Just feeling her muscles open and welcome him, increased his desire. Halfway inside her, a tattoo of love, desire, and lust thundered through him. God, he needed her. She thrust her hips forward, swallowing the entire length of him. He lost it. He wrapped an arm around her waist and began pushing his dick into her in quick, frantic refrain. She responded by pulling his tongue into her mouth and wrapping her legs around him, clinging to him. Clearly she wanted what he needed—a quick, hard fuck. With their lips pressed together, he lifted her and stumbled across the room, his cock still pumping into her. At the sofa, he lowered her on her back and settled on her body between her thighs. They clung to each other, kissing with abandon, caressing any and every part of the other's body they could reach. In a matter of moments, they'd achieved a frenzied rhythm. The feel of her pussy contracting wildly around his cock as she shoved her hips up against his, her soft sounds of pleasure, the smell of her aroused body, combined to push him toward his climax. It was a real effort for him to keep from coming until he finally felt a gigantic tremor go through her body and knew she was peaking. Allowing his full weight to rest on her, he groaned, clutched her buns in his hands, and exploded inside her. When he could think again, they took off the rest of their clothing and then lay together on the sofa in a tangle of arms and legs, both of them sated from their frantic, but satisfying lovemaking. He lifted her chin and kissed her lips, still amazed that this beautiful, sexy woman wanted him. Sighing softly, she lifted her head and looked up at him. "I need to explain, Daniel." He kissed her nose. "I'm listening." She settled against his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you the truth, but I was afraid. I was so tired of the infidelity and it was difficult to believe that you were any different—until I got to know you." He stroked a hand over her thigh. "Why didn't you tell me when you decided I was different?" "By then it was too late. I'd deceived you too long." "Why bother with that get-up in the first place?" "I was tried of the life I was leading. I wanted to be valued for the person I was inside, not just on my looks. Taking the job with you provided the out I needed." She sighed. “I’m a model, Daniel. I pose for romance novel covers.” She looked up at him, anxiety in her gaze and voice. "Can you forgive me, Daniel?" "It'll be difficult, but I guess I'll have to," he teased, nuzzling her breasts. He lifted his head and looked down at her. "Are you sure this is what you want—to be with me?"
"Yes! I've never been more sure of anything before." "You'll be leaving a glamorous life." "I was tired of that life anyway. I've been doing it since I was eighteen. Even before I caught my ex— Kyle—with another woman, I'd grown tired of lying under half naked men." He raised a brow and he stared at her. "Then you haven't come very far, have you? In case you haven't noticed, I'm fully naked," he pointed out, grinning. She ran her tongue across her lips in a slow, sensuous manner he found incredibly erotic. But then he found everything about her erotic. "But you're different, Daniel. You fell for me when you thought I was older and plain. You fell for the real me, not just my body." He stroked a hand down her bare thigh. "Don't sell this body short. Even in those shapeless clothes, I knew how you'd look in a black dress like the one over there on the floor." "How?" "Breathless," he whispered and bent to kiss her lips. As she responded to him, softening her lips and body, he couldn't believe his luck. He was getting a great cook, a sexy lover, and the sweet housekeeper he'd fallen in love with all wrapped up in one intoxicating, luscious woman. The thought left him breathless.
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