Sweet Temptations [Anthology]

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Sweet Temptations Sister’s Keeper While delivering a Dear John letter, Kelly is swept into a passionate affair with her sister's discarded lover, Damon. Should Kelly confess her true identity or should she take full advantage of the desire blazing between her and the man of her dreams?

Addicted Lena learns first hand that people do strange things at weddings when she falls hard for the handsome, beguiling Marc. Although not eager to start a new relationship, Lena quickly finds herself lost in a new and powerful addiction—to the enigmatic Marc.

Sweet Surrender While spending a long weekend with her boss Adam, who she's secretly in love with, Bethnae decides to make the most of her opportunities by seducing him--risking not only her career but her heart.

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Sister’s Keeper

Chapter One

“So why does this get to be your problem?” Kelly Brooks paused with a forkful of chocolate cheesecake halfway between her plate and her mouth. She knew the look on the other woman’s smooth dark face well. She was about to be told yet again that she was not Karen’s keeper. She put her fork down, intent on heading her best friend Bethnae Wills off at the pass. She sat back in her seat at their favorite lunch spot, Mama Callie’s. “It’s not my problem.” Bethnae sipped her milkshake and arched a brow. “Then why are you taking it upon yourself to deliver the bad news? Why not let Karen do her own dirty work?” “Because she’s already gone and having been in the shoes he’s now in, I don’t think it’s too much to treat him as I’d wished someone had treated me.” Bethnae shook her head. “I can see that nothing I can say is going to change your mind.” She grinned. “And I can see your vision is still twenty-twenty.” Bethnae laughed. “So when are you planning to play Florence Nightingale?” “Friday night.” Bethnae tilted her head. “You want me to come with?” She hesitated. “Yes? No?” “It’s a temping offer. You are so good with people…especially men.” Bethnae frowned, her dark eyes narrowing. “Only with the ones who don’t count.” Kelly sighed. “I can’t believe he’s not interested.” “It’s been five years. If he were interested…he’s had plenty of time to show it.” Bethnae shook her head. “But we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you and your need to always clean up Karen’s messes.”

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She shrugged. “I’m only doing what I wished one of Barry’s friends had done for me. Besides, he’s had enough grief lately. He deserves a little consideration.” Bethnae held up a hand. “So okay. Shall I come with?” She shook her head. “This isn’t news a man is likely to want an audience for.” “You want to do something afterwards?” “Maybe.” “You call me after you’ve seen him and we’ll wing it.” “Okay.” Swallowing her growing unease, she picked up her fork. Closing her eyes, she savored the first mouthful of the cake. She opened her eyes and grinned. “Hmmm. This is wonderful.” Bethnae smiled. “Enjoy yourself now. Remember, next week, we start jogging and cutting back on the sweets.” She grimaced. “Then I’d better get all the enjoyment out of this weekend I can.”

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What are you doing here? The question reverberated in Kelly’s mind two nights later as she stood in front of the large oak door. She glanced around her. The street was quiet, tree-lined, and wide. The houses, all single homes with decorative security gates and private garages, whispered money and elegance in the warm May evening. Bethnae had been right. She should not have made this her problem. If ever there was a time for getting out of dodge, this was it. From all she had heard, Damon Evans was a big boy used to taking care of himself. The news about Karen might sting, but he would survive. She’d drop the “Dear Damon letter” in the mail on her way home. But before she could retreat, the door opened. The man who stood there looked as if he’d stepped off the cover of an erotic novel. He was breathtaking. His handsome face with its chiseled features had a full, sensuous bottom lip and what could only be described as bedroom eyes. He was tall and muscular with a buff body, long legs, and narrow hips. Just looking at him made her heart throb and her nether regions flutter and pulse. A man possessing so much sex appeal was bound to be a fantastic lover. Suddenly she wished she’d worn something tight with a plunging neckline that showed off all her assets. “Karen?” She stared, her mouth slightly open. He had it all. A handsome face, a great looking body, and a

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voice that made a woman tingle all over. Here was a man that embodied the complete female fantasy package. Or he would if the most important muscles in his lower body matched those in his upper ones for size. She bit her lip in an effort to fight off the urge to take a quick peep to see. This sexy, mouthwatering man was Damon Evans? Karen must have been nuts to call him old. Forty had never looked so utterly delicious on any man. “You’re early,” he went on. “What a delightful surprise.” “Early?” She blinked at him, confused. “What? Oh! No! You think I’m Ka—wait! I’m not—” Her half-formed protest died on her lips when he swept her into his arms and covered her mouth with his. His lips were warm, insistent, and demanding, his body unyielding against her softer one. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his caressing lips, the feel of his body against hers. He held her with one arm around her waist, leaving the other hand free to stroke over her body. He brushed a hand over her rump, pausing long enough to cup each mound in his big palm before slipping his hand between their bodies to caress her breasts. The touch of his hand on her breasts, even through her blouse and bra sent a rush of moisture to her panties. “Oh!” She shuddered and arched her back, pressing both her lower body and her breasts closer. “You like that?” he asked softly. She could feel the outline of what appeared to be a rather nice sized cock pressed against her. Like did not begin to describe what she felt. She sought his mouth and murmured, “yes,” against his lips. ”I like it too.” He put his other arm around her, drew her even closer and kissed her breathless. She responded in a mindless haze, feeling the hardening contours of what was definitely a very nice sized cock pressed intimately against her as they kissed and caressed each other. Her pussy throbbed, aching to feel his cock sliding inside of it, all the way up to the balls. “God,” she moaned, just thinking about it. She sneaked a hand between their bodies and cupped her palm over his groin, massaging and caressing his shaft and his balls through his pants. He thrust his hips forward against her hand. “Damn. Don’t do that unless you mean business.” The hoarsely voiced warning was enough to bring her back to her senses. She snatched her hand away and stared up at him, sucking in a deep breath. How far did she want to take this? He stared back for several moments, in silence. Then he sighed and finally drew his lower body away from hers. He kept one arm around her waist, which was just as well because she found it

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impossible to stand without support. Confessing to him that he’d been kissing and arousing the wrong sister was out of the question. “Are you all right?” All right? She longed to undo his zipper, slip her hands inside his pants, and fondle his big, bare dick before slowly feeding it into her body. She longed to rip off her clothes, spread her legs, and have him ravish her right there on his front steps. She’d never felt less all right. “Are you all right?” “I’m not…sure.” He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. “Come in.” Tightening the arm around her waist, he swept her into a large, elegant living room that was so perfectly coordinated, she knew it must have been furnished by a professional interior decorator. He indicated a leather sofa. “Have a seat and I’ll get you a drink.” A drink was the last thing she needed. Nevertheless, she nodded and forced herself not to follow his movement to a long, cream-leather bar by a pair of French windows with her eyes. Pull on the reins, Kel. Pull on the reins. He’s just a man. Okay he’s a man with a killer smile, a handsome face, a devastating kiss, and a big, hard cock. But still just a man. Just give him his “Dear Damon” message and hit the trail. He’s not the only man in town with a big, hard cock. After that delectable interlude with him, she knew she was ready for a man of her own again. The operative phase being a man of her own, not one of Karen’s castoffs. He crossed the room and sat beside her on the love seat. Meeting her gaze, he handed her a glass. His presence was all the stimulus she needed. She took it and placed it on the table beside the sofa. “Thank you.” He slipped an arm around her shoulders. Her heart raced and breathing became difficult. “Karen?” “Yes?” “You look different.” He tilted his head to one side, his gaze searching. “What have you done to your hair?” Now was the time to tell him. That’s why she’d come—to deliver bad news—not to fall for him herself. She ran a trembling hand through her short dark curls. Karen wore her hair in a long, dark cloud that framed her face and hung around her shoulders. “I cut it,” she was amazed to hear herself say quickly.

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“Why?” “This is much easier to maintain.” She moistened her lips. “I know it makes me look very different, but…do you like it?” He brushed his fingers against the hair tapered at the back of her neck. “This short, it provides a perfect frame for your face and makes your eyes look even greener.” He smiled and touched his lips lightly against the nape of her neck. A shock of delight danced along her spine at his touch. She pressed her lips together to suppress the urge to purr with pleasure. “So you like it?” “I like it and I like you.” “You do? You like me?” “Oh yeah.” He sounded sincere, but then he thought she was Karen, who had been leaving men breathless ever since they were teenagers. “Let me show you how much I like the new you.” She saw desire and a question in his gaze. She wet her lips. “The new me? You mean my new hairstyle…don’t you?” “If you say so.” He bent his head, allowing his lips to hover just a breath away from hers. She liked that he offered her an opportunity to say no just by drawing back. She didn’t move. He touched his mouth to hers. His lips, already parted, were warm and firm. She leaned closer. He settled his mouth over hers in a slow, sweet kiss. As he burned the taste of his mouth onto hers, he slid his hand over her breasts, down her stomach, under her skirt and into her panties. His palm left heat everywhere it brushed her bare skin. A burst of lust shattered through her as he flicked his thumb against her clit several times. Moaning, she closed her eyes, her hips jerking upward, desperate to keep her clit in contact with his thumb. Part of her mind screamed at her to stop this now. But she quickly moved beyond rational thought when he parted the folds of sex and slipped a finger inside her. “Oh!” He paused, as if waiting for her to protest. When she didn’t, he quickly withdrew his finger. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, silently beseeching him not to stop. He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. We’ve only just begun, sweetheart. If I’m really going to please you, and trust me, I am going to please you, I need some room to work.” She bit her lip. Room to work? What did he mean? And shouldn’t she stop him? Maybe so, but

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hell would freeze over before she did. He slipped off the sofa, kneeled at her feet, and removed her sandals. She wore no hose. He lifted her feet onto his lap and gently massaged her bare soles. “You have lovely feet.” His hands slid up her legs to her calves. “And even lovelier legs.” She moved her right foot, pressing it against his crotch. “You’re making me very…wet.” “And you are making me very hard.” He leaned forward to plant a kiss on each thigh. “Very hard.” She swallowed quickly. “Are we going to do anything about my wet and your hard condition?” “Oh, yes.” He rose, lifting her to her feet. He touched her cheeks. “Yes. Starting now.” He kissed her lips lightly before he undressed her. He removed her blouse slowly, leaving her standing with the skimpy red bra barely covering her breasts. Sliding his fingers under her bra straps, he slipped them off her shoulders, unhooked her bra, and tossed it aside. He cupped his hands over her breasts. “They’re lovely.” He bent his head, brushing his lips against her nipples. Sighing softly, he lifted his head. “Let’s see what other delights are awaiting me.” A knot of heat and need tightened her belly as he removed her skirt. She stood before him, naked except for the red thong that left most of her butt exposed. His big, warm hands stroking over her cheeks, sent a rush of heat all through her. “Damon…” Holding her by the waist, he lowered her to the sofa. He stood staring down at her. “You are so beautiful with your big, firm breasts, your long legs, and your delightful rump. Why don’t you show me what’s under that thong?” Her years of inhibitions were swept away by a tide of lust and sexual hunger stronger than any force she’d ever experienced. “Yes.” He smiled. “Then take it off and show me the treasure nestled between your lovely legs. Do it slowly. I want to savor the moment.” She swallowed, staring at him. He wanted her to do a mini striptease for him? Her? She bit her lip. “I-I…I’ve never…done anything like that before.” “That’ll make it all the sweeter, knowing I’m the first man you’ve done it for. Do it now. Slowly.” Feeling as if she were a sensuous, uninhibited woman, she gave him a nervous smile and hesitatively lifted her hips. Even more slowly she eased her thong band down over her hips, keeping her crotch covered. Then, locking her gaze with his, she inched the soft silk material down until the top of

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her hair-covered triangle was visible. She paused, enjoying the sound of his quickening breathing and the fact that his gaze was now firmly trained on her lower body. Wiggling her hips suggestively, she gradually peeled her thong down until what he had called her treasure was clearly visible. She drew one leg through the thong opening and then the other. Completely, naked, she tossed the thong aside. He caught it before it hit the floor and to her delight, buried his face in it, closed his eyes, and spent several moments just breathing in deeply. The sight of him sniffing her damp thong aroused her to the point that she felt a fresh wave of moisture filling her now quivering pussy. She’d never felt so totally female before. The feeling was exhilarating. When he lowered the thong and opened his eyes, she wantonly spread her legs, giving him a full, unencumbered view of her wet channel. “I ache,” she whispered in a husky, shameless voice. “Then let me ease your ache.” Stuffing her panties in his trouser pocket, he kneeled between her legs. His ran his fingers along the insides of her thighs, sending icy heat all through her. His lips, warm and caressing, followed the path his fingers had taken. He touched and lightly nipped at her flesh with his tongue, lips, and fingers. Enjoying the delicious waves washing over her, she murmured softly, “More…please.” “I’ll give you as much as you can handle.” The breath caught in her throat and she shuddered when he kissed his way up her thighs to her mound. He pressed several heated kisses along the outside of her pussy before parting the lips and easing several fingers into her—all while flicking his tongue against her hardened clit. Her insides contracted and convulsed around his fingers and pleasure radiated from her stomach and vagina, down to her toes. God, help her, with just a few more thrusts and licks against her clit and she would explode. She wiggled her hips, impatient for him to trigger her climax. She moaned in protest when he pulled away…until she heard the sound of his zipper. Heart racing, pussy wet and empty, she waited. Moments later, he was back between her legs, his questing tongue probing between her folds into her wet channel. She moaned in assent when he guided her hand toward his cock. It was hard and warm to the touch, big and wonderfully thick. She didn’t need any urging to enclose her fingers around it and gently begin pumping him. She strove to keep the motion of her hand steady on his cock as her heated passage fluttered to one intense climax and then another.

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She squeezed and massaged his hot flesh, sliding her other hand down to cup over his nuts. His balls were big and heavy. She gave them a gentle squeeze and increased her movements on his shaft, full of lust as she thought of him shooting his seed inside her. He groaned, shuddered, and thrust his hips forward. Warm cum shot from his tip to cover her fingers. She smiled and feeling wicked, licked her fingers clean. “I love the taste of you.” “You’re going to love the feel of me too.” She sucked in a breath. “Show me.” He moved his body up hers until their lips touched. Pressing her back against the sofa, he spread his body against hers, cupping his hands over her ass. “I love a woman with a nice, round ass.” “What about one with a wet, aching pussy?” “Oh, I’m certain I’m going to love your pussy.” He settled his big body over hers. “But if we start fucking now, we’ll never get to the shore.” She swallowed her disappointment. She wanted him inside her right then. But the thought of spending the weekend with him at the shore held appeal as well. She slipped her arms around him. They kissed and caressed lazily before collapsing against each other, sighing softly. Content for the moment, she drifted to sleep, loving the feel of his heavy body still on top of her. She roused later to find him nibbling her lips. She smiled, slipping her arms around his neck, eager and ready for round two. “Damon?” He brushed his lips lightly against hers. “Is your bag in the car?” The question reminded her why she’d come in the first place. She shivered, imagining his reaction when he learned the truth. He’d be angry and probably hurt, but that was Karen’s doing, not hers. Or at least it would have been if she had not allowed the situation to get out of hand. “Is something wrong?” he prodded. She met his blue gaze and was flooded with renewed desire. She wanted him again, this time with his big dick inside her pussy. She wanted him and she knew how to get him. She and Karen were very different. Karen was a freelance photographer who liked partying. She was a CPA and liked quiet nights at home spent reading a good book or watching one of her favorite westerns, while waiting for Mr. Right. Lying under him, filled with a combination of lust and need, she knew he was her Mr. Right. And she knew what to do about it…if she dared. If she didn’t, she’d spend the rest of her life regretting it. So she had no choice.

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She swallowed quickly. She hadn’t pretended to be Karen in years, but as long as she was careful, she should be able to pull it off. Ignoring the last remnants of her sanity, she reached down and lightly touched his now flaccid cock. She rubbed it against her mound and felt it starting to stir at her touch. “Nothing’s wrong.” He reached out a hand to move hers off his cock and looked directly into her eyes. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “Positive.” She smiled at him, brushing the tips of her breasts against his chest. “It’s just that I don’t have my bag packed yet. I wanted to…make sure that we understood each other first.” His incredible blue eyes narrowed. “What’s there to understand? We share a mutual attraction and we want to be together. If you’d rather not go, you only have to say so. I have no plans to take you against your will.” He rose and stood staring down at her, as he casually put his cock in his briefs. She reacted instinctively, reaching out to catch one of his hands between hers. His hand was big with a slightly rough palm. “No! No, I’d like very much to go with you.” He stared down at her, his gaze intense. “Are you sure?” Seized by a moment of panic, she sat naked in front of a man she didn’t know, who’d given her oral sex. Worse, she had just promised to spend the weekend with him—without telling him she was not Karen. It was crazy and irresponsible. Yet she was going to do it because it felt right. She nodded quickly. “I’m very sure.” He smiled and leaned down to gently cup her breasts in his palms. “Good because I can’t tell you how much I am looking forward to spending the weekend with you.” She grinned. “Are you sure it’s me you want to spend the weekend with and not just my breasts? You seem to…like them.” He laughed, smothering each nipple with kisses. “God, they are beautiful,” he admitted. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “But they’re not the sole or even main attraction.” He reached down a hand to cup her between her sticky thighs. “That honor belongs to this sweet, fragrant treasure, which I eagerly look forward to introducing to my cock.” “Oh,” she murmured, biting back the urge to tell him there was no time like the present. She had not had a lover for well over a year and a quick, hot fuck would probably make her implode. Slipping a finger inside her, he lifted her chin and looked at her. “You’d like me to make that introduction, wouldn’t you?” “Yes. Oh yes.” She reached in his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his pulsing dick.

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“Does he…does he have a name?” “I just call him my dick or my cock.” He kissed her. “You can call him whatever you like, after you’ve been formally introduced.” He flicked a finger at her clit. “Does this treasure have a name?” “Yes.” He drew back and looked at her, his brows raised. “Yes? What is she called?” “Damon’s Pussy,” she said wickedly. “Damon wants some of his pussy,” he whispered back. She parted her thighs. “So who’s stopping him?” Moments later, he kneeled between her legs. He slipped his tongue and fingers inside her. Lord that felt good. She closed her eyes and threw her legs over his shoulders. She wiggled and moaned. “Hmmm…” Stroking his tongue and fingers in and out of her, he ate her with a slow, hungry enjoyment until her natural juices gushed. As she came, he cupped his hands over her butt and licked–and nipped at her pussy and clit until she collapsed against the sofa, content. When he kissed her lips, she tasted herself on his mouth and tongue. She eagerly returned his kiss, longing for him to fuck her. She wiggled her hips and parted her legs suggestively, but he sighed and drew away from her. “If we don’t leave now, we won’t make it out of here tonight.” She wouldn’t mind spending the night in his bed, but decided the lure of making love with the sound of the ocean providing background music was even more exciting. “So let’s go.” “Okay. Let’s have a quick shower and hit the road.” She wet her lips. “Together?” He laughed, drew her to her feet, and slapped her ass. “Don’t tempt me!”

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Chapter Two

Sitting beside him as he drove to the Jersey shore, she tried to remember everything Karen had told her about him. He was a partner in a prestigious law firm and a widower, his wife having died two years earlier. He had a brilliant seventeen-year old daughter at school in Boston. Or was she sixteen and at school in California? She decided that it would be best not to mention her since she couldn’t recall if Karen had ever called her by name. It wouldn’t do to be sent packing before she got a chance to show him that she could be as sexually uninhibited as Karen. “Tell me about your sister.” Kelly blinked and turned to stare at his profile. “My…sister? Who?” “Who?” He kept his gaze on the road. “Kelly. That is your only sister, isn’t it?” She flushed. “Yes!” She forced a quick laugh. “I was just in a world of my own when you asked the question. What do you want to know about…Kelly?” “Everything. I know you’re identical twins, but I don’t know anything else about her. How does she wear her hair?” She swallowed. “Long…just beyond her shoulders.” “Like you used to?” She moistened her lips. “Yes.” She fingered the short hair at her nape. “Are you disappointed that I’ve cut it?” “You did have such lovely hair, but it wasn’t your hair that kept me coming back.” No. It had been Karen’s personality, which she did not share. “I could let it grow. It grows very fast, but it will take a while to get back where…” “Not necessary.” His right hand left the steering wheel to brush her leg. “Your hair is fine as it is.” To her relief, he dropped the subject of Kelly and they lapsed into a comfortable silence. His house was on the beach. She stood on the porch that ran the length of the house and watched the waves gently breaking against the shore as he carried their suitcases inside. She sighed, imagining

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what it would be like to make love with him on the beach in the moonlight, with the water gently lapping over their feet and legs. The sand would be soft and moist and provide a delightful cushion as Damon lay on top of her, his big cock pulsing and pounding in her pus—no…in Damon’s Pussy. The thought sent a tingle of anticipated pleasure through her and she smiled. “The nearest house is half a mile up the beach. We can be nearly alone here.” She turned to find him standing behind her. “Oh Damon, it’s so nice here.” He looked surprised and she realized she’d made her first mistake. “You say that as if you weren’t here just three weeks ago.” She turned away. “No, I only meant….ah…I had no idea that being here with you again could be so very…uh…nice.” He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. “You say the sweetest things. But then you’re very sweet, aren’t you?” He was so close she found it difficult to breathe normally. “Am I?” He bent his head until his lips were so near she could feel their warmth on her mouth. “Oh yes, you are.” He gathered her in his arms. His kiss was slow and intimate, the tip of his tongue touching hers before sliding into her mouth. She sighed and warmly returned his kisses while clinging helplessly to him—loving the way his body molded itself to her trembling one. She rubbed her groin against his. Making love with him was going to be too erotic for words. After several moments, he pulled away. “You have the middle room again.” She blinked at him, feeling confused and dazed. She had the middle room? Weren’t they going to sleep together? “I—I do?” He nodded, his gaze searching her face. Okay. So they wouldn’t be sleeping together. She was disappointed, until she realized that since he thought she was Karen, he and Karen had never been lovers. At least that’s what she hoped their separate rooms meant. “Okay,” she said and followed him into the house. They ate dinner by candlelight on the patio. Just before the meal, Damon produced a vase with a single red rose in it. “A rose for a rose.” A surge of heat rushed through her. “That’s so sweet.” He reached across the table to clasp her hands in his. “I can be sweeter still.” She smiled brazenly at him. “Oh, that’s what I’m counting on.” He grinned. “Are you now?”

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She knew she’d be sorry for her shameless behavior later, but all she could think about was how wonderful it would be to have him make love to her. Or better still…fuck her hard and furiously. She was wet just thinking about it. “Oh, yes.” After dinner they walked on the beach, arm in arm, stopping to exchange frequent kisses. Each time his lips touched hers, she felt lightheaded with anticipation of the night to come. When he took her, she was going to go completely wild and give him a fucking that would wipe thoughts of Karen from his head. By the time they arrived back at the house, she was wet and ready. To her dismay, once inside, he left her at her bedroom door with a warm but brief kiss. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered. She stared up at him, begging with her eyes for him to take her to bed and love her. “Aren’t you…we…I mean…” He kissed her again, licking and biting gently at her bottom lip. “No.” “Why not?” “I think we need to spend the night alone.” “Why?” “I want you to be very sure.” “I already told you I’m very sure.” He kissed her cheek. “Then you’ll still be sure in the morning. I’ll see you then.” She gathered the remnants of her pride, nodded, and entered the room. Full of frustrated desire, she stalked over to the vanity and sat down, staring at her reflection. She had the same green eyes and dark auburn hair men found so fascinating on Karen. The same dimple adorned her right cheek. Damon had spent the last six weeks wining and dining Karen and falling under her spell. She had a single weekend to get to know him. She hated to admit it, but she’d counted on sex making it easier for her to tell him the truth. Now she’d have to find another way. She stripped down to her panties and bra, and climbed into bed. She laid there for a long time, relishing the memory of Damon’s kisses, taunted by the notion that he was so close and yet out of her reach. After the pleasure they’d given each other earlier, she’d been so sure that the night would find them tasting the ultimate delight together. She punched a fist into her pillow. If she were Karen, there was no way she’d be lying in bed alone. Karen would know what to do and what to say to have him begging for the pleasure of sharing her bed. On some subconscious level, he must suspect that she was not Karen. She gave an angry shake of her head. Tomorrow was another day and damn if she wouldn’t find a way to make him take her.

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Early the next morning, she turned on the percolator, set the table in the kitchen, filled two cups with coffee, and tapped on Damon’s bedroom door. His deep, sleep slurred voice called out, “Come in.” Going into the bedroom of a man that she didn’t know was not something she’d done before. But then before yesterday, she’d never let a strange man give her oral sex. Besides, she had to make the most of all her opportunities—starting now. She opened the door and walked into the room, trying to project an air of a woman who belonged there. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the big bed. He had broad, muscular shoulders and a big chest covered by a mass of fine, dark hair. He looked so sexy that she felt her stomach muscles tightening and her pussy pulsing. A sheet drawn up to his waist hid the rest of his body. But she knew the delights the sheet covered and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He smiled. “Coffee?” When she nodded, he patted the bed. “Come share it with me.” “I…I don’t think…I should…” “Probably not.” He sounded amused. “Come anyway. I won’t bite you…well, not much.” Now was the time to stop this madness before it got completely out of hand. She’d desperately wanted to sleep with him the night before. For reasons of his own, he’d ignored her blatant invitation. So no real harm had been done. Yet. She only had to put the cup down and walk out. Instead, she sat on the side of the bed and gave him the cup. “It’s black, no sugar.” “Thank you.” After sipping for a moment, he set the cup down. “That was nice, but it only served to whet my appetite for other things.” His voice was soft, suggestive. “Oh,” she said weakly. “What…other things?” “I seem to remember you mentioning a delightful treasure called Damon’s Pussy.” He brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. “We discussed introducing it to my cock. Are you still interested?” A flash of heat warmed her face, but she didn’t look away. She nodded silently. He trailed a finger along her slightly parted lips. “Are you sure? I want you to be sure.” Even contemplating sleeping with him was beyond insane. Nevertheless, she’d never been surer of anything. “If you ask me that once more, I’m going to spank your tight ass!” “Is there anything you want to tell me before we take this final step?”

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She caught her breath on a wave of panic. He knew. Dear God he knew she wasn’t Karen. The panic was washed away by a rage of lust. So what if he knew? What did it matter as long as she got want she wanted—to sleep with him? She’d deal with the consequences of her actions later. She lifted her chin and met his gaze. “The only thing I want to tell you is how much I want you.” He took the untouched cup from her trembling fingers and gently drew her onto the bed. “I’ll be gentle.” He spoke against her open mouth as he stretched out on the bed, taking her with him. She kicked the sheet away and sucked in her breath. The only thing under the sheet was his hard, beautiful body. She allowed herself several moments to stare at the object of her fantasies, his cock rising fully erect from his dark pubic hair. Not only was it a very nice size, but also it had a big head and was thick. God, but she was in for a treat. She closed both hands around him. “Oh Damon! I-I…I want you.” “I’m all yours, sweetheart,” he whispered in a deep, husky voice. She wanted to make quick, passionate love, followed by an explosive fuck, but he had other ideas. He rained sweet, hot, hungry kisses against her mouth, her neck, her breasts, and her stomach, before finally burying his mouth and face between her thighs. His tongue, fingers, and teeth invoked intense, almost unbearably luscious sensations all throughout her body. He ate her with a greedy enjoyment of a man who had made an art out of the act of eating pussy. Her heart thumped, the breath caught in her throat, and her pussy gushed as she came and came. He cupped her butt in his hands, lifted her hips against his mouth and eagerly sucked at the juices flowing from her satisfied cunt. Stunned by the force of her response to him, she moaned and clutched his head between her legs. He kept kissing and stroking her until she fell back against the bed, gasping for breath. He lay with his face pressed against her stomach, gently stroking her thighs, while her heartbeat returned to normal. Only then did he lay on top of her, pushing her legs apart. She felt his cock throbbing, hard, and warm at the entrance of her drenched channel. Her heart beat a new tattoo of desire against her chest. He kissed her, the scent of her on his lips. He rubbed the head of his cock against the length of her vagina, starting a fire raging in the pit of her stomach. “Are you ready to be introduced?” he asked softly. “Yes.” She slipped her arms around his neck. “Oh yes, please!”

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“With or without a condom?” She was on birth control and she wanted to feel his big naked cock inside her. “Without,” she told him. “That’s a very big step.” “I know.” “Are you protected?” “Yes.” He nibbled at her lips. “Do you usually use one?” “Always,” she moaned. “So do I. So just this once…” Resting his weight on his knees and one extended arm, he pressed his cock head against her. She trembled with need and stroked her hands down his body. “Take me!” “Oh, baby, I’m going to take you all right.” He eased his hips forward. His cock pushed slowly between her wet folds and into her. “Oh!” With just the head of his cock resting in her, he paused and looked down at her. “Are you all right?” She’d never had a lover as big or as thick as him. Eager to feel him taking full possession of her, she nodded, lifting her hips against his. He kissed her gently, rested more of his weight on her, and pushed against her. She moaned with pleasure, feeling her pussy stretching to accommodate his slick, warm flesh. It was a wonderful feeling. Her toes curled and her back arched as she welcomed the insistent invasion of her body. This time he didn’t stop until his entire cock was buried deep inside her. She sucked in short, gasping breaths through her mouth, savoring the wonder of having her pussy filled with such a hard, thick cock. He lifted his head and stared down at her. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull out some?” She’d never felt so full before. It did hurt a little, but good lord, it was a nice hurt. “No.” “Are you sure?” He brushed his lips against her neck. “I don’t need to be all the way inside you to enjoy making love to you.” She liked that he spoke of making love to her instead of fucking her. She ran her fingers through

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the short hair beginning to silver at his temples. “Don’t you want to be all the way inside me?” “God, yes! You’re so tight and slick and hot.” He moved his hips gently against her, sending a thrill from her stuffed pussy down to her toes. “But not if it’s uncomfortable for you. I want you to enjoy our love making too.” She had a pussy full of the sweetest cock she’d ever had inside her. How could she not enjoy it? She reached out and drew him down to her until his chest lay against her breasts. “Oh, I intend to enjoy every inch of your delicious cock. Now please—stop talking and make love to me.” He kissed her again, this time his mouth hard and demanding. He withdrew from the warmth of her clinging body, and then shoved his hips forward, sending his cock sinking deep back inside her. She clung to him, grinding her hips against his, glorying in the passion burning between them. She could feel the heat, not only in the cock now thrusting in and out of her slick body, but also in the hungry, demanding lips devouring her mouth. Shuddering on the verge of another climax, she surrendered completely to him, holding nothing of herself back, giving him full and complete access to her pussy, her lips, and her heart. The touch of his lips, the thrill of his hands caressing her, the rhythmic thrusts of cock in and out of her pussy took her to a level of pleasure she’d never felt or expected. She lost track of how high her pleasure rose before she blew apart around him. Only then did he bite into the side of her neck, clutch her ass in his palms, and drive his cock deep and hard into her with a force that left her gasping, and shuddering when he finally came. He collapsed on top of her, pressing his face against her shoulder. “Oh, damn, you are so sweet.” She held him, licking his shoulder. “So are you, Damon. So are you.” He sighed and rolled over onto his back, cradling her body on top of his. While she lay in his arms marveling at how satisfied she was, he began to kiss and caress her again, cupping his hands over her ass. “That was good but I need you again,” he whispered the words against her hair, making it a question. She rotated her hips. “Take me. I’m yours.” “Yes, you are mine.” He eased her onto her back and mounted her, sinking balls deep with one delicious thrust. “This pussy is all mine.” She gasped, arching her back. “Oh, yes! Yes! Damon. Damon, you feel so good inside me. Please…please…fuck me this time.”

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He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes. “I love it when a woman begs for a fuck.” He gripped her hips, held them still, sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, and gave her an incredible, short, hard fuck that had her moaning with ecstasy in a manner of minutes. Stabbing into her slick, climaxing pussy, he exploded, filling her with jets of his seed. He groaned, holding her so tightly, she would almost certainly bear his love bruises within hours. But she didn’t care. This was wonderful beyond belief. “I love being filled with your cock and your cum.” He nibbled at her lips. “It’s been so long since I’ve come inside a woman’s pussy. And you are so damn sweet.” She turned her head and they exchanged languid kisses. He caressed her gently, his cock still inside her. She fell asleep in his arms with his whispered endearments filling her ears.

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“Hey, are you planning to sleep all day, my luscious lovely?” Sighing contentedly, Kelly opened her eyes. Damon stood over her with a tray. He had shaved and was dressed in a pair of shorts and a pullover. “Hungry?” She sat up slowly, holding the sheet against her bare, rather sore breasts. She’d have to get used to having them sucked again. Not that any man had ever seemed to enjoying sucking her breasts half as much as Damon did. “Luscious lovely?” “Yes. You are lovely and luscious.” He stroked her cheek. “And mine.” She was definitely his. She smiled. “And starving. What does a luscious lovely have to do to get something to eat around here?” “Give up some pussy.” A wave of heat shot through her. She allowed the sheet to drop away from her body, exposing her breasts. He put the tray on the night table and sat on the bed. “Have I told you how lovely your breasts are lately?” She laughed and shook them at him. “Want a suck?”

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“Don’t tempt me.” He leaned over and kissed her lips. “Before you tempt me back into bed, I thought I’d go for a walk on the beach. Join me?” “I’d rather fuck you!” she said bluntly. He cupped her breasts in his hands. “Are you always so uninhibited?” “No,” she admitted. “You bring out the bad girl in me.” He grinned. “I love bad girls with lovely breasts, a nice ass, a tight pussy, and warm, sweet lips.” He kissed the tips of her breasts. He lifted his head and looked at her. “Are you coming with me?” She nodded. “Yes! Give me half an hour.” She sniffed the tray. “It smells good.” “It’s my specialty, a spicy egg and sausage omelet.” He kissed her several times, slowly and warmly, before getting to his feet. “I’d better wait for you outside. Otherwise I’ll be joining you in bed again.” She grinned at him. “Now there’s an idea I like, cowboy.” “Like cowboys, do you?” “I love them.” “Luckily, I’m originally from Texas. How do you like your cowboys, honey?” “Just like you…tall, dark, handsome, and very well-hung.” He pressed a warm, lingering kiss against her mouth before leaving her alone in the room.

Smiling, she rose and headed for the bathroom. As she showered, she decided she’d been foolish to worry the night before. There was no way he could know she wasn’t Karen unless she gave herself away. And she wasn’t going to do that until she was sure enough of him to confess her true identity. They went to Atlantic City that night. Over dinner she found him watching her with a weary look on his face. “What’s wrong? Is my nose shiny or something?” Or had she somehow given herself away? He shook his head slowly. “No. I’m just wondering why you have to settle for a weekend with a man thirteen years your senior.” She relaxed and met his gaze. “I consider being here with you a privilege, Damon, not settling. Besides, I know lots of women who’d love to be in my shoes.” Not to mention filled with that luscious cock of his. “Do you?” She felt his shoe gently touch hers under the table. “These are the only shoes I’m interested in.”

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“How interested are you?” “Very.” Yet later that night at her bedroom door, he cupped her face between his palms and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. And left her alone. She swallowed disappointment and went to bed. She lay awake for a long time, hoping he’d come to her. He didn’t and they spent their last night together in separate beds. She punched a fist in her pillow and turned her face in the resulting dent. What was with the man anyway? One moment he couldn’t get enough of her, and the next he was quite content to leave her at the bedroom door with a series of warm, pulse-pounding kisses. The drive back to the city was made in near silence. He seemed preoccupied and she was miserable and confused. He left her in the lobby of the center-city Philadelphia apartment she and Karen had shared with a brief peek on her cheek. She watched him walk out of her life through a haze of tears. Once inside, the reality of what she’d done hit her. She sank down into her loveseat and called Bethnae. Half an hour later, they faced each other in her living room, sipping decaf coffee. As she finished speaking, Bethnae blew out a breath. “So you actually…” She nodded. “Yes. I allowed him to make love to me, thinking I was Karen.” “Okay, I admit I’m a little surprised, but so what?” “So what? Beth, it’s only a matter of time before he visits Karen’s studio and learns he’s been conned. Then what is he going to think of me?” “Why did you sleep with him, Kel?” “I think I fell in love with him the moment he kissed me. I know that sounds crazy, but this ache in my heart tells me it’s true. I’ve fallen in love with a man who is crazy about Karen. When he finds out what I’ve done, he’ll despise me.” “Let’s not go there.” She sighed. “Let’s just see where we stand. How did you part?” She sighed, shrugging. “He didn’t say anything about wanting to see me again.” “Then maybe there is no problem.” She nodded. “Yes there is because what I feel for him is real, Beth.” “Then what are you going to do about it?” “There’s nothing I can do about it.” “Isn’t there?” She shook her head. “I can’t go on pretending to be Karen.”

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“Why not? Where’s the harm?” “When he finds out he’ll despise me. There’s the harm.” “You know what they say about all being fair in love and war, Kel. Karen doesn’t want him and you do. So I say you are justified in doing whatever it takes to keep him.” “What kind of relationship could I expect based on such an egregious lie?” “I don’t know. Why don’t you sleep on it before you make any decisions?” She nodded. After Bethnae left she went to bed only to lay sleepless for what felt like hours. The next morning, tired and uncertain, she left for work. Unable to concentrate, she struggled to make it through the day without making too many mistakes. When she arrived home, the doorman handed her a dozen red roses. Grinning, she hurried up to her apartment and read the card, which said simply, “Thanks for a delightful weekend. Hope to see you soon. Damon.” “Yes!” She pumped her fist in the air. He did want to see her again. The feeling of exhilaration was quickly overshadowed by reality. Sooner or later, he would discover her identity. Why hadn’t she been honest with him? If he liked Karen, why shouldn’t he like her? Granted, she wasn’t as outgoing or as witty as Karen, but she had her moments. And there was no question that she had pleased him in bed. So why hadn’t he made a definite date to see her again? During the six weeks he and Karen had dated, he’d taken her out at least four times a week. She desperately wanted to see him again, but decided she’d made enough of a mess of things. She would not see him again until she’d found a way to tell him the truth. Nevertheless when the phone rang while she was in the shower that night, she thought it was Damon. Grabbing a towel, she rushed to snatch the phone off the cradle. “Hello!” “Hi, Kel!” She wrapped the towel around herself and sat down on the bed. “Kai! How is everything? Are you happy?” she asked anxiously. She’d begged Karen to get to know Mike again before eloping with him. Of course, as things stood, she was a fine one to talk about impetuousness. She and Karen were obviously more alike than she’d ever admitted. “Yes. Oh yes, Kel. Don’t worry. Everything’s just great.” She sighed happily. “Mike’s still fantastic! It’s like we haven’t been apart for the last four years. The chemistry’s still there. And oh, Kel, he has the most fantastic cock in the world!” She raised a brow. She found it difficult to believe Mike was a better lover than Damon. Not that she could admit that. “Oh.” Karen spoke after a short pause. “Well?”

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“Well what?” “Well, aren’t you going to reproach me for talking about cock and sex?” Not when she’d thought of very little but Damon’s cock since she’d met him. “No. If you say Mike’s the best lover in the world, who am I to disagree? So it’s good between you still?” Karen laughed. “Oh Kel. Life is better than good. It’s great!” She smiled. “I’m so happy for you, Kai. I was so worried.” “I know Kel, but you didn’t need to be. I know you think it was foolish to elope with Mike after a four year separation, but sometimes you just know something is right. And when I saw him again…I just knew…we both did. Can you understand?” Oh boy could she understand. She nodded. “Yes. And I’m so relieved and happy for you.” “Listen, we’re getting ready to go to dinner, but I wanted to talk to you about Damon first.” She bit her lip. “Damon? What about him?” “Well, Mike said it wasn’t fair for me to allow you to tell Damon about us. He insisted that I tell Damon myself when we get back.” There was her opening to ask Karen if she and Damon had been lovers and to tell her about the weekend she’d spent with him. But she couldn’t. Not over the phone. “Oh,” she said weakly. “I’m glad I caught you before you went to see him. I know how much you were dreading it. By the way, where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you all weekend between love sessions with my adorable husband.” “I—I’ve been on the go…” She bit her lip again. There was no reason or need to lie to Karen. Damon wasn’t the first of Karen’s castoffs that she’d coveted. He was just the only one that really mattered—and the only one she’d done anything about. “It’s about time. I hope you enjoyed yourself.” “I did.” She silently prayed that Karen wouldn’t ask her anything else that would lead to yet another lie. “Well, I have to run. I just wanted to take the load off. Love you!” “Love you,” she echoed and hung up. She remained on the side of the bed, trying to decide the best way out of the mess she’d landed herself in.

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Chapter Three

She was on her second cup of coffee when Damon called the next morning. The moment she heard his voice, her heart raced and she felt almost dizzy with delight. “Damon!” “Hi there, my luscious lovely. Listen, I know it’s short notice, but I was hoping you’d have dinner with me tonight. Are you free?” All her good intentions and common sense flew out the window. She’d be sensible some other time. “Yes, I am.” “Great. I’ll pick you up at work at say five-thirty?” She fought back panic. “Oh, no! No... I’ll…I’ll need to change first. Uh, pick me up at home at six-thirty?” “Fine. I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. She held the phone against her breasts after he’d hung up. If only she really were his sweetheart instead of Karen. He arrived that night with another dozen roses. After she put them in a vase, he took her in his arms and kissed her breathless. Trembling with desire, she gasped, pulling out of his arms. “Damon. Hi.” “Hi.” He smiled, stroking her cheek. “Ready to be wined and dined?” She nodded. “Yes. Oh, yes, Damon.” “I like the breathless way you say my name,” he told her. He drew her back into his arms and ravished her mouth for several sweet minutes. When he lifted his head, she pulled away. “We’d better go now.” He nodded, breathing deeply. “Yeah…before I forget about dinner and go right to dessert.” Ignoring the desire to urge him to eat as much dessert as he could handle, she smiled. “So? Let’s go.” They had dinner at an Italian restaurant, then went to a club to dance. With her cheek pressed against his shoulder, and his lips in her hair, it was all she could do not to lift her head and blurt out the truth. He’d know soon enough when Karen and Mike returned from their honeymoon. Until then she

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planned to enjoy every precious moment with him. “Would you like to come in?” she asked when he took her home. He cupped her face in his hands. “I’d love to, but I have an early morning conference tomorrow. I’ll need all my wits about me.” He bent his head and gently touched his lips to hers. “So I will reluctantly say goodnight.” He seemed so tender. Maybe he would understand if she told him the truth now. She caught his hand as he turned away. “Damon?” “Yes, my lovely?” “I…uh…I’m…not so sure I am.” “Lovely?” He smiled down at her. “Oh, I guarantee you’re lovely. But tell me what’s bothering you. Is there something you want to tell me?” She hesitated. It was almost as if he knew, but he couldn’t. She’d been too careful. If she confessed and he spurned her, she’d have needlessly cut short their time together. “No. There’s nothing to tell. I enjoyed being with you tonight. And I wish we weren’t saying good night.” He hugged her and she felt the unmistakable bulge of his hardening cock. “The feeling is mutual, love, but if I spend the night I’m not going to want to get up early in the morning and leave you.” She reached between their bodies to palm him. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in for a while? I won’t keep you all night. I promise. I just want a little cock to assuage the ache in my pussy.” He responded by tightening his arms around her and deliberately rubbing his groin against hers. She shuddered and clung to him, lifting her parted lips to his. He kissed her, his tongue slipping inside her mouth in search of hers. The bulge between his legs got bigger and harder and her heart thumped in anticipation of feeling him sliding inside her again. “Damon?” “Oh, hell, I have to get out of here.” “No!” She groaned in protest when he suddenly drew away from her. “Please, stay, Damon?” He shook his head. “Don’t tempt me beyond my endurance, my lovely. My client deserves my best efforts. I can’t give him that if I’m worn out from having spent all night making love to you.” He brushed his mouth against her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow night?” She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “Yes, but will you fuck me then?” He laughed, slapping her on her ass. “Why don’t we take it slow and see where we end up? Okay?”

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It wasn’t okay, but if he didn’t long to hop back in her bed, there wasn’t much she could do about it. She averted her gaze. “Okay.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Bear with me, my lovely. Okay?” He asked that like she had a choice. She forced a smile. “Okay.”

A week later as they stood having a quick drink during the intermission of a Broadway play, he asked her to spend a long weekend with him in the Poconos Mountains. “You know I’d love to come.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Then this time we won’t have to pretend we need separate bedrooms?” She had begun to think he didn’t want to make love to her again. Now she was pleased that he did. Not that it stopped her from being annoyed at his no frills way of asking her to share his bed. Of course, after the shameless way she’d behaved, it was ridiculous to expect him to treat her like a shy virgin. Still… She shrugged. “No. No reason.” He studied her face for a moment, then reached over and stroked her cheek. “I’m sorry, love. That came out all wrong. I want—I need to make love to you again, but I didn’t mean to be crude.” She was the one who had been crude, always thinking in terms of his cock and her pussy. How could she blame him for responding in kind? She pressed her cheek against his hand. “There’s no need to apologize. I haven’t exactly behaved like a shy virgin with you.” He gently tipped up her chin, allowing him to gaze down into her eyes. “If we both feel the same way, there’s no need to be shy with me. Although I have to admit your shyness is just one of the many reasons I find you so deliciously irresistible.” Deliciously irresistible? She blinked at him. No man had ever described her that way. Probably none had ever thought of her that way. Knowing he felt that way about her was a thrill. She sighed. But then he didn’t really feel that way about her. He thought she was Karen. “Oh cowboy. If only you did.” “I do. I just told you that I do.” He lifted her hands to his lips. “Are you sure there isn’t something you need to tell me? I promise to listen to anything you have to say.” She wanted to tell him, but how long would his patience last when he learned the truth? She pulled her hands away and shook her head. “No. There’s nothing to tell.” He reclaimed one of her hands. “All right, sweetheart.”

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She sighed. How could anything be all right while she was deceiving him?

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“Be honest with me, Beth. Do you think I’m crazy?” Cycling on the stationary bike in the gym two nights later with Beth, Kelly cast a quick glance her way. “I think you’re crazy in love with him. And that I can understand.” She grimaced at the fellow feeling she heard in Bethnae’s voice. “Still no movement from him?” “No. And now it’s time for me to face facts and move on.” “What about Todd?” “What about him? He’s nice enough, but…” “But?” “He’s not the one I want.” She sighed. “We’re a sad duo, aren’t we?” “Not you. You’ve at least got to first base with your Damon.” “That’s only because he thinks I’m Karen.” “I don’t think so.” She turned and looked at Beth’s profile. “What do you mean?” Beth shrugged. “Look, this guy is a high profile, never lost a case defense attorney. I’m thinking he’s figured out by now that you’re not Karen and he doesn’t care.” She shook her head. “No. He can’t know.” “And why can’t he know?” “I’ve been too careful.” Beth shook her head. “Okay, but if I were you, I’d stop worrying about him finding out something he probably already knows. Just concentrate on keeping the passion high between you two.” “If it gets any higher, we’re both going to be airborne.” Beth laughed. “You go and keep going, girl!” Smiling, she intensified her pedaling. “I intend to.”

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Kelly and Damon spent their weekend in the Poconos horseback riding, playing tennis, swimming, and taking long walks. She enjoyed doing all those things with him almost as much as she enjoyed making love with him and waking up beside him in the morning. One night he rented a double sleeping bag and they spent the night on a mountain trail. Lying on her back with Damon deep inside her and the stars overhead added an extra spark to their lovemaking. Her climax was so intense, it left her totally breathless and lethargic. “Oh, Damon, that was beyond wonderful,” she whispered, clinging to him. He sucked at her neck, still fully erect and inside her. “It was, but I’m very hungry tonight and I want and need more, my luscious lovely.” She whispered. “I’m feeling happy and limp.” “Then get ready to get even happier.” She shivered as he pulled out of her. He unzipped the bag and slipped out of it. She rolled onto her stomach, pressing her cheek against the bottom of the sleeping bag. Moments later, he slipped back into the bag. He gently rolled her onto her side, pressed his body behind hers, kissed her neck, and lifted her top leg. She felt his cock at her entrance and shivered. He sucked at her ear. “I still need you, my lovely.” “Then take me. I’m yours…all yours.” “Damn straight you are!” Cupping one hand over her pussy, he entered her from behind, sliding slowly home. “Oh, God, Damon, your cock feels so wonderful!” “So does your pussy, my lovely.” He tugged at her hips, pulling her back until her ass rested against his crotch. Stroking his hard length leisurely in and out of her, he fingered her clit with the other hand, and buried his lips against her neck, below her ear. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve needed or wanted a woman as much as I do you. Oh, God, your pussy feels so damn good. “You have the sweetest, tightest cunt I’ve had the pleasure of fucking in a very long time. I can’t get enough of you. You and your slick pussy enchant me.” The lustful words, combined with the powerful movement of his cock, and his gentle, but relentless assault on her clit, sent her into a shattering climax in a matter of minutes. “Oh, God…oh, Damon…I’m cuming!” He thrust deep into her, several times, hurting her. “Come for me. Come for me. That’s right…tighten and convulse around me…oh, hell…here I cum too, baby!” He softly bit at her neck and clutched her tightly as he filled her with his cum. When he slumped against her back, she smiled

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sleepily, thrusting her hips back against him to keep him in her as long as possible. As he pulled out of her, she felt her juices trickling down her leg. Feeling totally sensual and loving it, she smiled and turned in his arms. They kissed, holding each other. On the verge of falling asleep, she knew she was letting herself in for heartbreak. But she couldn’t give him up until she had to. Their lovemaking that weekend was completely uninhibited and every fiber of her being told her she and Damon belonged together. She didn’t know how she could keep him once he learned the truth, but she’d have to find a way. She was not going to lose him. Her eyes glistened with tears on the drive back to the city. She’d had a taste of paradise with him and she didn’t want to think beyond the moment. But Karen’s return would expose her lie. Then what? “Sweetheart, I was wondering if you’d given any thought to marriage?” he asked as they stood outside her apartment door saying goodnight. “To me, I mean. I know there’s the difference in our ages, but without sounding immodest, I think I have a lot to offer you to compensate for that. I’m successful and I can give you anything you want within reason and—” Her first reaction was one of utter jubilation. Beth had been right! He did want her. Then reality set in. It was Karen he wanted to marry. She pressed a finger against his warm lips. “Age is not the problem, Damon.” “But there is a problem?” “I…why do you ask…I mean about marriage?” “Why do you think?” Although he smiled, he seemed unsure of himself. “I never expected to feel this…level of contentment and joy with another woman. Being with you makes everything in my life so much more worthwhile. Don’t you think we make a perfect pair?” “Yes,” she admitted. “And yes I’d like to get married…” His smile vanished. “There’s a but in your voice.” “I don’t want it just yet is all,” she lied. “Why not?” “I’ve been…given a dear…Kel…Jane letter once and I just want…need to go slowly. Okay?” “You don’t want it just yet or you don’t want it with me?” She stared up at him. How could he ask that after she’d given herself so freely and shamelessly to him? “I don’t want it just yet. You are a great guy…” “But?”

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“No buts. You’re a great guy, a fantastic lover, sweet, and considerate. What more could a woman want?” “I don’t know. You seem to want more.” He looked doubtful. “Should I be discouraged?” “Oh, no, Damon!” If only she could find a way out of the mess she’d made she’d marry him in a minute. Forget marriage. She’d live with him if he wanted. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I’d rather know now if you’re not interested in me that way. I—” Stretching, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his in a series of intimate open-mouth kisses. He responded with a passion and desire that left her trembling with need. “Does that feel like I’m not interested in you?” She stroked his cheek. “I am very interested in you, Damon, and I am very sure that you shouldn’t be discouraged.” He sighed. “Okay, but I wish you’d give some serious consideration to marrying me.” She bit her lip and averted her gaze. “I will, Damon. Just give me a little time to get used to the idea that you want to marry me.” He turned her to face him. “Whatever is bothering you isn’t going to make any difference to me.” Would he say that if he knew the truth? If only she had the courage to be honest with him. She decided she’d wait until the last minute. Then maybe…somehow…if he walked away from her, it wouldn’t hurt as much. Or at least she’d have had every single moment possible with him.

The night before Karen and Mike were due back from Vegas, she invited him on a dinner cruise. “My treat,” she told him. “And you want to pick me up, pay for dinner, and drive me home? That’s…so sweet…incredible.” His obvious pleasure at the simple invitation surprised her. “Haven’t you ever been asked out by a woman?” He shook his head. “None that mattered.” After dinner they walked along the riverfront in the moonlight, holding hands. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked suddenly. She shook her head. Her whole world was about to come tumbling down around her and there was nothing she could do about it. Once he learned the truth, she knew she’d never see him again. “Wrong? Nothing. Why do you ask?” “You’ve been preoccupied all night. I hope I’m not starting to bore you.”

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She was amazed that such a handsome, charming man could be so unsure of himself. “Bore me? No!” “Okay, so I don’t bore you. How do I make you feel?” “Isn’t it obvious?” He stopped in the shadow cast by the docked boat and gazed down into her eyes. “If it were I wouldn’t be asking, would I?” “Damon…” She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “I love being with you.” “You’re not bothered by the difference in our ages?” She looked up at him. “For the last time, no! I like older men in general, I always have. I adore you in particular,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t care if you were sixty.” “I’m so glad to hear that because I’m in over my head with you, K.” She was thrilled by his words, but chilled by the fact that he hadn’t called her Karen for some time. “Why…why did you call me K like that?” His eyes narrowed. “I thought you’d prefer it to being called Karen.” He knew, of course. Beth had been right after all. She’d been an idiot to think she could continue to fool him. She pulled away from him and immediately felt cold without the warmth of his arms around her. She stared at him, trying to gage his reaction. “How…how long have you known?” He arched a brow. “Since the first night, of course.” “The first night! But how—how did you know?” He shrugged. “I knew when I kissed you.” He pressed a thumb against her mouth and she trembled. “Your lips are so much softer and so much sweeter than Karen’s. And you’re so refreshingly shy, blushing every time I came near you, even after we’d made love.” He caressed her cheek. “Identical twins or not, the two of you are very different. Besides, Karen always called me counselor, not cowboy. I’ve never seen you with a camera or her without one. Since I knew you weren’t Karen, you had to be Kelly.” He smiled mockingly and her shame turned to anger. “You took me to the shore and you made love to me under false pretenses,” she said coldly. “Oh no I didn’t. You were the one pretending. Did I ever once call you Karen when we made love?” “”No.” At least not that she’d noticed. Of course when they made love, her thoughts were usually scrambled within seconds of being kissed and feeling his cock hardening. In the heat of passion,

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he could have called her an immoral bitch and she couldn’t have noticed or cared. “That’s right because I knew who I was making love to every time I touched you. Whereas you were obviously content to toy with me.” “I didn’t! Damon…I…” But of course that was how it must seem to him. “It wasn’t like that at all.” “Then how was it? Why did you pretend to be Karen? When were you planning to tell me the truth? Or were you ever going to tell the truth? I gave you several opportunities to confess, but you obviously preferred deception to the truth.” She felt sick. He sounded as if he despised her. “I never intended to deceive you.” “Then why did you? Why didn’t you just tell me who you were the night we met?” “I intended to!” “Who stopped you?” “You!” “Me? So your deception is my fault?” He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Where is Karen? Is this something you two do regularly? How long did you intend to string me along?” “I wasn’t stringing you along!” “Then what were you doing and where is Karen?” “Karen eloped three and a half weeks ago with a man she was engaged to a couple of years ago.” “Did she?” She watched his face, looking for signs that the news hurt or wounded him. But in the shadow cast by the ship, she couldn’t make out much of his expression. “Yes. He showed up unexpectedly and all the old feelings they shared returned. He asked her to marry him and she did. She asked me to tell you. That’s why I came to your house that night. But before I could say anything, you kissed me and…” Her eyes filled with tears. “And I just knew I wanted you. I guess I went a little crazy. You were everything I’d always wanted and needed in a man, and so I thought, why can’t I have him?” She bit the inside of her jaw. The tears slid slowly down her cheeks anyway. “She didn’t want you anymore, but I did. I’m sorry. I know you must feel betrayed and must hate me. I know it was Karen you wanted.” “Yes, I wanted Karen,” he admitted. She gulped in a breath. Another rush of tears flowed down her cheeks. She tried to pull away when he moved closer, but he cupped her face in his hands, caught, and held her gaze.

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“But remember, you’re the one I proposed to.” “Yes, but that was only because you thought I was Karen!” “Was it?” She bit her lip. “Wasn’t it?” “Use your head, honey. How could it have been when I’ve known all along that you weren’t Karen?” “I don’t know! I’m confused.” “Yes, you are.” He sounded amused and she decided now was the time to learn the extent of his relationship with Karen. “Were you and Karen ever…were you lovers?” “Does it matter, Kelly?” What little pride she had left screamed at her to say yes. She answered with her heart. “No.” He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Not to worry, sweetheart. Karen and I never went past the kissing stage.” “But you would have if she’d come that weekend instead of me.” He shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Don’t forget that she and I spent a prior weekend at the shore without doing anything more than sharing a few kisses. So if it’s all the same to you, I’d much rather talk about you than her.” “She’s the one you really find attractive,” she insisted. “All right,” he said in exasperation, trying to dry her face. “I did find Karen attractive. What man wouldn’t? She’s a beautiful woman, but I find you attractive too. And let’s not forget that it’s you that I...” “That you what?” “That I love, my sweet, sweet, Kelly.” “What? You—love me? Are you…sure?” “Oh yes.” He gathered her in his arms and held her so tightly she could hardly breathe. Not that she cared. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been in love, but it’s the most intense. I’ve been waiting for nearly a month for you to become fond enough of me to tell me who you were.” He bent his head and pressed a long, sweet kiss against her mouth, allowing her to feel his cock stirring against her. “If you could learn to love me just a little, I’d be satisfied,” he whispered. “Just a little.“ “Learn to love you a little?” She stared up into his face. “Are you nuts?” “Is that…too much to expect?”

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“Too much to…Damon! Get a grip on reality man! I do love you. I have from the first night we met.” “You do? You have? Oh, thank God!” He buried his face in her neck and she realized that his cheeks were damp. She touched his head. “Damon?” He lifted his head and she saw there were tears in his beautiful blue eyes. “I didn’t think you cared, Kelly.” “You didn’t think I cared? But—how could you have thought that? Why else would I have let you make love to me?” His smile was warm and tender. “You really are very sweet, aren’t you? That could have been just a physical thing. People have sex all the time without being in love or loving.” She blushed. “Maybe people do, Damon, but I don’t.” “I didn’t know that then, sweetheart. All I knew is that I needed more than that from you.” She smiled, slipping her arms around his waist. “You can have anything you want from me, cowboy. Anything at all. And you can have as much of it as you can handle—all night long.” “I want everything, Kelly—your intelligence, your beauty, and of course, your sweet pussy night after night….year after year.” “Me and my sweet pussy are yours, cowboy!” He shook his head. “Before you commit yourself I’d better ask how you’d feel about having a seventeen-year-old step-daughter who can sometimes be difficult to handle and almost impossible to understand.” “If you think that’s going to scare me off, partner, you are so wrong. I can handle anything as long as I have you,” she said confidently. He grinned down at her. “You can handle anything, huh?” He took her hand and held it over his hardening cock. “Are you sure about that? I’m feeling extremely horny. Can you handle this all night?” She parted her legs, pressed her lower body tightly against his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Damon, I love you and I love your big cock. I can handle you both all night long. Every night. Let’s go home, cowboy, and I’ll give you a taste of the joys in store for you.”

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Addicted

Chapter One

Lena Harrison wasn’t looking for a lover when she met Marc Walker. Instead, she was still recovering from her break up four months earlier with her only serious love, Jim Williams. Their breakup had left her shaken, afraid to risk her heart again, and struggling to control the sexual hunger Jim had awakened in her. She’d gone to Patty’s reception alone because her roommate and best friend Maria was visiting her parents for the weekend. Her other friends, Kelly Brooks-Evans and Bethnae Wills, had both left after attending the wedding. At the reception Chuck Harris, who worked at the same computer repair company as she and Patty, started to make a nuisance of himself. Normally she could handle him, but she wasn’t at her best that day. While happy for Patty, seeing her take a step Lena had longed to take one day with Jim and so soon after Kelly landed her Mr. Right Damon left her feeling as if she were on the outside looking in. Chuck slipped an arm around her shoulders. His fingers against her bare skin, sent an unwanted shiver through her. She hated the sexual hunger she found more difficult to control every day. “Chuck, I mean it!” She glanced around the crowded ballroom, looking for someone to rescue her from his unwanted attentions. “I told you I’m not here alone,” she spoke quickly. She jerked away from him and collided with a hard, unmistakable male body. Her body tingled everywhere it touched the stranger’s. She sucked in a breath. “Oh sorry.” The man spoke in a soft, warm baritone for her ears alone. “I’m not.” The man’s arms encircled her body, drawing her close. When he spoke again, he had raised his voice. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” She stared up into a pair of warm brown, sexy eyes as he rocked his hips against hers. She saw a question in the dark, warm gaze. Remaining silent, she inched her hips forward just a breath, allowing the wanton movement to speak for her.

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A smile curved his firm, full lips upward. She had a brief moment to appreciate how handsome his smooth, dark features were before he bent his head. He nibbled slowly at her lips with an insistent hunger that coaxed her mouth open. With her lips parted and her body pressed close to his, he sucked on her tongue while grinding his hips against hers until her back arched, a rush of moisture filled her panties, and her toes curled. At twenty-two, she wasn’t the naive girl who’d given herself so trustingly to Jim the night of their senior prom and immediately discovered a world of sensual pleasure she gloried in fully exploring. Still, she felt her heartbeat quicken, and her legs buckle at the sweet, demanding pressure of his lips and tongue devouring her, branding her, setting her barely repressed sexual hunger free. He kissed her as if he had every right to set her passions ablaze. Drowning in pleasure, she felt as if she’d never really been kissed until that very moment. And she never had. Not like that—not with enough force and desire to heat up her entire body and make her tremble with unmitigated lust. When he finally groaned and dragged his lips from hers, she had one thing on her mind: sex…hot, no holds barred, senseless, wonderfully satisfying sex. She wanted him to fuck her until she was so dizzy she couldn’t recall her name. “It’s all right. He’s gone,” he said, his voice deep and even against her ear. She gazed up at him. The phrase tall, dark, and handsome must have been coined just for this big, muscular man who exuded an air of confidence that excited her already heightened senses. She licked her lips, wondering if his cock was as muscular as the rest of him. “What? Who Who's gone and why should I care?” He smiled and she noted a rather enchanting dimple in his smooth, dark left cheek. “Whoever you were trying to get away from.” He stroked her cheek. "Having rescued you I think I at least deserve a kiss.” He was a cross between Denzel Washington and Blair Underwood with a Wesley Snipes attitude and a young Billy Dee Williams, I’m-God’s-gift-to women swagger to boot. He was one delicious man. Just looking at him made her hot. He was clearly the kind of man her mom had warned could turn a woman into a sex-hungry tramp. “You’ve already had two,” she pointed out, backing away. He shook his head. “Oh, no, honey. Those two do not count. You owe me and I intend to collect—now.” He pulled her back into his arms. Instead of resisting, she parted her lips, and closed her eyes as his mouth descended on hers. Their parted tongues met and clashed as she rotated her hips

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against his. Her heart raced and liquid heat rushed through her as she felt the beginnings of a beguiling bulge against his hard thigh. Moaning softly, she pressed closer, longing to feel that bulge pushing its way between her legs on its way to barrowing deep into her pussy. “Oh, my! Ahem! Ah…Lena? I see you’ve met Laron’s friend, Marc.” The sound of Patty’s amused voice snapped her back to her an awareness that she was behaving like they were alone instead of in a crowded ballroom. Cheeks burning, she jerked away. Turning, she saw Patty and her new husband Laron standing with knowing grins spread across their faces. “Oh! Well, I…you see he and I...” Embarrassed and flustered, she patted her dark hair and tugged at the hem of her short red dress, trying to force it down over more of her long legs. The man spoke. “Patty, you make a lovely bride. Laron, you are one lucky man. Now that Lena and I have met, we’re leaving. Enjoy your honeymoon,” he said. As Patty and Laron exchanged smiles, he placed a hand against Lena's back. He steered her through the crush of people and out of the ballroom. She finally gathered her senses and turned to face him outside the ballroom. “Hey! Where do you think you’re taking me?” “I thought you might like to come to dinner with me and then maybe go for a drive while we get to know each other.” “I—I’ve already eaten.” She moistened her lips, studying his handsome dark face. “How old are you?” “I’m thirty-seven. Just right for you, don’t you think?” He cupped her face, allowing his thumbs to caress her cheeks. “I…I don’t know.” “Don’t you? Haven’t you ever heard what great lovers older men make? I’ll take you places a boy your age never could.” His promise of sexual paradise spoken in that deep, warm, Barry White voice of his, sent a shiver through her. “You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Even as she asked the question, she suspected he had reason to be confident. After all, it had only taken a few kisses to send her desire spiraling out of control. Just the thought of some of the things she’d like to have him do to her made her almost dizzy with a level of lust she feared she would not be able to resist. “Come with me and find out for yourself if I have reason to be,” he said simply. Lena was a fairly straight-laced computer technician who had been an old fashioned virgin before she and Jim had become lovers. He had wined and dined her for three years before she had

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abandoned her hope of saving her virginity for marriage and agreed to share his bed. Although she had quickly discovered she loved sex, Jim had been her only lover. Her body told her she was now ready to take another lover. But should she take this handsome, confident man into her bed when everything about him screamed that he was trouble? Under the force of his magnetic gaze, she went with him despite her misgivings. She didn’t protest when he stopped his vehicle in a secluded section of the park. He opened his door, got out of the SUV, and got into the rear seat. He leaned over her seat back. “Join me?” She swallowed several times, closed her eyes briefly, and then opened her door. Heart pounding, she joined him on the back seat. He slipped an arm around her shoulders. “Lena. Such a pretty name and such a lovely woman,” he whispered, his lips pressed against her cheek. “I’d like to get to know you.” He trailed the fingertips of one hand along her breasts. Multiple chills of pleasure shot through her. “All of you…intimately.” The only thing she wanted or needed to know about him at that moment was how quickly he could thrust his cock into her pussy. “So who’s stopping you?” He fondled her breasts and pressed a series of hard, demanding kisses against her mouth as he slid down her zipper. By the time he released her to remove her wet panties, she was a willing and eager participant. He cupped his big palm over her pussy, gently rubbing her clit. “I know this isn’t the right place for this, but damn, Lena, I can’t wait. I have to have you…now. Right here and right now…unless you stop me.” She felt a moment of panic. No matter how horny she was, allowing him to do her on the back seat of his SUV like some five-dollar a trick whore was not the way to go. She had to stop this before lust washed away what little commonsense she still possessed. He released her to unzip his pants and slipped his hand inside. She moistened her lips and gave a small shake of her head. He removed his hand, revealing his cock. Her eyes widened, her heart raced, and an incredible wave of lust and need washed over her. Although Jim had been her only lover, she’d seen countless nude men while surfing the Internet. Some of the cocks had left her unaffected while a few had become the center of her erotic fantasies…as she knew this one would. It was the most beautiful piece of flesh she’d ever seen—long, dark, and thick with a big pink seeping head. He was much bigger and thicker than Jim. She reached out a trembling hand to touch his hard, warm length and knew she had to have him. She cupped her hands over his heavy balls. “Did…did you come prepared?”

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“I’m always prepared.” He reached for his pants. “What about you? Are you ready?” Her hips jerked off the back seat. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready.” “That’s what I like to hear. A lovely woman willing and ready to be loved.” She wanted his dick inside her so badly the thought of what it would feel like taking possession of her almost made her hyperventilate. He’d barely got the condom on before she lay against the seat and spread her legs wide. Kneeling between her legs, he parted the lips of her vagina. “Oh, my. What a pretty pussy. I have to taste it.” He titled her hips and bent his head between her legs. Touching his tongue to her clit, he slipped two fingers inside her. As he finger fucked her, he licked and nipped at her clit. A riot of pleasure shook her body. Jim had been a no frills straight dick to pussy man. She’d never known anything other than an erect penis could give such pleasure and send shivers of joy through her that made her toes curl. “Oooh!” She arched her back and wrapped her legs around him. Stabbing his fingers as deep in her as he could, he sucked on her clit. She sobbed with pleasure, her pussy gushing as she came. The feel of his lips and tongue eagerly lapping up her juices was a delicious finishing touch. She lay moaning and shaking with the aftershocks of her first digital fuck. He kissed her pussy and straightened. “Get ready,” he whispered. She tensed as he positioned the big head of his cock against her cunt. She opened her eyes and weakly lifted her head, eager to see him enter her. He didn’t seem to share her impatience. Instead of immediately thrusting into her, he slid his cock along the length of her pussy, sending a fresh rush of moisture to her pussy. “Please,” she begged, her hips jerking upwards. “I love a woman who’s not afraid to ask for what she wants.” He pressed close between her trembling legs and thrust forward. The powerful movement of his hips sent his thick length pushing through the walls of her pussy in one yummy stroke until his nuts slapped against her body. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp of delight. With her pussy stretched over his huge cock, she felt wanton, sexy, and filled with lust. And eager to keep every inch of his thick length buried deep inside her. He shuddered, pulled his hips back, and then shot them forward again. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and greedily kissed his lips as he fucked her aching, burning pussy. Pleasure like she’d never experienced rocked her body. She wiggled her hips wildly, filled with a ravenous delight.

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He moved his hand up from her ass to clutch her around the waist. Sucking her tongue, he held her tight, his dick pistoning deep inside her as he slowly rotated his hips against hers, allowing her to feel every inch of his hard cock. The resultant sensations were exquisite. He tore his mouth away from hers. “Oh, God, honey! You’re tight and hot. You feel good.” Legs locked around his body, her pussy filled, her ability to think was replaced with delicious feelings. She could no longer think. Couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. She’d never dreamed sex with a stranger could be so wonderful. It became more intense when he lowered her onto the seat and lay on top of her. She unlocked her legs from his body. Closing his big hands around her waist, he made short, stabbing thrusts into her. The feelings emanating from her stuffed pussy were incredible. When he lifted his body slightly and began to withdraw from her, she wrapped her legs around him again and clung to him. “Please!” She cried. “Don’t take it out. Don’t ever take it out!” She wanted that delicious dick buried deep inside her forever. He pressed his lips against her ear. “Tell me what you want…tell me how much you want it.” Mindless with hunger and lust, she begged for more, and cried out like a wanton alley cat in heat as he gave it to her—over and over again—until she lost track of how many times she exploded on his cock. And still he wanted her like a man possessed until the pleasure mixed with pain and her pussy started to dry out. She moaned and pressed her hands against his shoulders. But he continued to fuck his big, hot cock into her. Just when she thought she couldn’t bare another painful thrust, he shuddered and came, his hips pressed tight to hers as he fought to empty his big balls. Finally, he eased out of her and she could breathe again. He brushed his lips against her cheek. “That was just the appetizer. Let’s go somewhere private to enjoy the main course.” Her pussy pulsed and she nodded shamelessly.

A long night of sex and more sex followed, culminating with her on her hands and knees on the bed. Kneeling behind her, holding her by her waist, he fucked her up her ass with a tender passion. As she came, she dissolved into tears. He urged her onto her stomach, followed her down to the bed, still buried in her ass, and continued fucking her until he shuddered and came. As she lay squashed under his big body, he buried his lips against her ear. “You are the sweetest lover I’ve ever known and I’m never going to let you go.”

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Sore and sexually sated, she fell asleep with him still in her ass. She awoke the next morning in his bed with his middle finger dipped in her pussy and the memory of her behavior of the night before haunting her. Even as her cunt tingled from his stimuli, she was dismayed by the enormity of her behavior the night before. She’d allowed a man she didn’t even know to fuck not only her pussy, but her ass as well. Staring up into his handsome, dark face, she realized she didn’t even know his last name! What kind of woman allowed a stranger to fuck her in her ass? Feeling as if she were drowning under a wall of shame, her one desire was to get as far away from him as fast as she possibly could. He smiled, eased his finger out of her, popped the finger into his mouth, and licked it clean. “Mmm. You taste sweet and feel so damn good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He kissed her and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She pushed against his shoulders. He lifted his head and gazed down into her eyes. “How about a little pussy to start the day off right?” The muscles in her stomach churned painfully, her pussy convulsed, and lust filled her. Unable to resist her hunger for him, she rolled over on her back, parted her legs, and bent her knees, exposing her pussy. He sheathed himself in a condom and rose above her, balancing his weight on his extended arms. She looked down their bodies. Her skin was the color of heavily creamed coffee. His was the color of dark milk chocolate. Even though they were both black, the contrast of their skin tones was highly erotic. His cock, nestled amidst a mass of dark hair was long and thick. It looked even more beautiful in the light of day than it had the night before. She had to feel that beautiful work of art moving inside her one more time. He fed his dick into her waiting channel. Even though she was wet and ready for him, she still felt gorged when he finally stopped pushing and was fully seated inside her. Neither of them moved, taking a few moments to enjoy their coupling. He spoke first. “Oh God this is good,” he groaned, kissing the side of her neck. “You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever been in. I could fuck you for a hundred years and never tire of the pleasure.” She whimpered, clinging to him. Good didn’t begin to describe what was happening between them. Sex with Jim had been good. Sex with Marc was stunning in its eroticism and staggering in the level of sexual gratification given. How could one muscle—albeit it big, thick and long—destroy her inhibitions and so completely overwhelm her senses?

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She gave up trying to think, lay back and just felt…his firm, full lips on hers…on the sensitive skin of the side of her neck…on her small breasts. She loved how his big hands felt cupping her ass as his cock worshipped at the altar of her stuffed pussy. She greedily sucked on his tongue. With her thighs shaking from the thumping he gave her, she rode his cock to a blistering, almost mind-boggling climax. The convulsions in her pussy set him off and he came right after her, thrusting into her so fiercely, her ass slid along the bed with each of his movements. When he finally stopped moving and drew out of her, he swore softly. She opened her eyes, shaking her head to clear it. “What’s wrong?” He swore again and turned on the bedside lamp. He removed his condom and held it up. At first all she noticed was how slick it was from their combined fluids. She blushed. Then she realized the condom bore two holes. It took her several moments to realize the full implication of the second hole. “Oh, my God! It broke.” He nodded, his face grim. “Are you covered in some other way?” “You mean…yes. I am.” “Good.” He exhaled and fell onto his back. “Then no harm done.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. You don’t have to worry…I’m clean.” He turned his head and looked at her. “And you?” “I’m clean too!” “Good.” He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. “So we don’t need to worry.” She lay on her side, her entire body hot with lust. For the first time in her life, her pussy was filled with cum. Cum. Marc’s cum was in her pussy. A lecherous thrill shot through her. She fingered herself. She removed her finger and placed it in her mouth. She tasted herself mixed with his cum— tasty. He sighed. “We’d better clean up.” He rose. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her off the bed. Conscious of his hands on her waist and the fact that they were both naked and sweaty, she shivered. “Where’s the bathroom?” His dark eyes glittered. He moved a hand down her body to stroke her pussy. “I’ll show you.” She swallowed slowly. If he went into the bathroom with her, she knew she would experience another first—showering with a man. “Just point me in the right direction.” “And let you shower alone?” He released her.

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She watched him walk over to his dresser. He picked up a tube of lube and a condom before turning to face her again. “I don’t think so, baby.” She looked at the tube of lube. A wave of heat suffused her. She moistened her lips. “I don’t think—” He pressed his fingers against her lips. “That’s right. Don’t think. Just feel, baby.” He put an arm around her waist and urged her out of the room. In the bathroom, he took her in his arms. His lips, warm and insistent, covered hers. She melted into his embrace, welcoming the heat from his kiss and his already erect cock. He pressed her against the bathroom wall and devoured her mouth, crushing her breasts against his chest. When she trembled in his arms, he released her, dropped to his knees, clutched her waist in his hands, and buried his face against her lower body. She moaned slowly as his tongue probed for her opening. His fingers followed and slid inside her. She closed her eyes, tossing her head back against the wall, rotating her hips and gasping with pleasure. Oh, yes! Using his mouth, teeth, tongue, and fingers, he ate her pussy with all the hunger of a starving man. When she came, he licked her dry. He loved her twice like that before rising, putting on a condom, and leading her to the shower. He placed her in the stall with her back to him, her breasts pressed against the cool tiles. He gently parted her ass cheeks. She felt the cool lube entering her. She closed her eyes and tensed. She couldn’t believe that she was about to allow a man she barely knew to fuck her ass again—unless she stopped him—immediately. He moved against her, pushing his cock between her cheeks. “Are you ready, baby?” The thought of his huge cock plowing into her ass again so soon, brought excitement and anxiety. He was big and anal sex with him had hurt the night before. But the memory of his tenderness won her over. “Yes.” The single, whispered word turned into a hiss as he pushed into her. He entered her gently, pausing often to nibble at her ear and neck while his hot dick slowly conquered her ass. As before, he didn’t try to force his entire length into her. With half his cock inside, he cupped one hand over her pussy, the other over her breasts, and made sweet love to her ass. She moaned in pleasure/pain as he sawed his thick dick in and out of her. Each time he slid back inside her, he stabbed his fingers into her pussy and flicked his thumb against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. “Ooooh!” Before long, her body throbbed, pain and pleasure fighting each other for dominance. Swept along on a tide of pleasure that cared nothing for the pain his huge organ inflicted as it surged forward so

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it was nearly three quarters lodged in her, she sobbed and thrust her ass back at him. All. She wanted it all in her. “All,” she whispered. “All of it. Please.” “It’s going to hurt.” “I don’t care! I want it all.” “Then take it all up your sweet, tight, ass, baby!” Clutching her breast and biting at the back of her neck, he drove his entire length deep into her ass. She moaned in excruciating ecstasy. The pleasure/pain blurring in mind numbing bliss. He withdrew and then shot his length back in her—hard and deep. “Ooooh! Yes! Just like that! Again! Please!” she begged. His arm around her hurt as he quickly, thrust in and out of her with a rapidity that left her shuddering and moaning. He shot his hard length home several times before he shuddered, bit her neck, and came. Although she didn’t come again, she had no complaints as he trembled against her back. They remained joined for several minutes before he eased out of her sore rear. He kissed her neck and turned her to face him. “Are you all right?” Her ass burned and her pussy was sore. “I’ve never felt better,” she told him, smiling. Facing each other, they showered together. Although they caressed each other and kissed, she was relieved he didn’t attempt to take her again. After they dressed, he drove her back to the parking lot where she’d left her car the afternoon before. Seated in her car, she stared up at him through the open window. “I guess I’d better go.” “Or you could spend another night with me.” She shook her head. She needed time to regroup and come to terms with having given herself so unreservedly to a stranger. “I can’t.” He bent and pressed a quick, demanding kiss against her lips. “Thanks.” Thanks? That’s all he had to say to her. Swallowing disappointment, she nodded and started her car.

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Marc watched Lena drive away before he got back into his SUV. He started the engine but didn’t drive off immediately. He raked a hand over his hair, acknowledging spending the night with her had been a serious lack in judgment. The last thing he needed was the complication of another woman in his life.

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Remembering the pleasure of the previous night and morning spent with her, he sighed. It was a little late to regret having left the reception with her. Nevertheless, there was no room in his life for her—at least not as things stood now. As things stood? That almost implied he was open to the possibility of changing things. He frowned. Her wild response to him notwithstanding, he had no real desire to change things. Granted, she was sweet and having sex with her had created feelings he had never expected or wanted. But he was old enough to know there were more important things in a relationship than mind-blowing sex. A picture of a beautiful, willowy woman with dark, flawless skin, and enchanting liquid eyes danced in his head. That’s where his future lay. Not with some sweet, young thing whose beauty and passion drove him beyond the bounds of caution and commonsense. Young and sweet and sexy and beautiful. Recalling the feel of holding her in his arms as he kissed her lips and sank his cock into her pussy and ass, he groaned. Oh, damn he should not have touched her. But he couldn’t undo what he’d done. All he could do now was to wipe thoughts of her from his mind. He took a deep breath and drove off.

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Chapter Two

“Lena! Where have you been?” Lena blinked in surprise when confronted by her roommate forty minutes after leaving Marc. “What?” “Did you and Jim make up?” Lena and Maria were both from the same small town in upstate Pennsylvania where they’d had strict morals instilled in them. As teenagers, they used to spend countless hours discussing how they would finally surrender their virginity to their husbands on their wedding night. Maria, more determined, was still waiting for Mr. Right to come marry her while Lena was fast becoming a wanton addict. “Maria! I didn’t know you were coming back early.” She shrugged. “I wanted to hear about the wedding so I came back last night. Where’d you spend the night?” “Me? Oh. I met a…friend.” Her cheeks burned at the lie. “I stayed the night.” “Anyone I know?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Oh.” Maria’s dark eyes lit up. “Well, what was Patty’s dress like?” Lena described Patty’s wedding and her dress in great detail, all the while thinking about her night with Marc. “White lace and shoulderless?” Maria Sighed. “She must have been beautiful.” “She was gorgeous!” “I’ll bet. What about the others? Beth and Kelly? What did they wear?” “They were both stunning, but Kelly looked so happy.” Maria nodded. “Marriage must agree with her, huh?” “Why wouldn’t it? You should see that handsome husband of hers. What a hunk.” “Best looking guy there, huh?” No. Marc had been the best-looking man there. She smiled.

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“And the bridesmaids?” “I took pictures with my digital camera.” Maria grinned. “Then let’s see them.” “Okay. Just give me time to turn on my computer and we can turn green together.”

Lena slept badly that night and woke feeling less than able to face the world the next morning. But she had to work. Somehow she made it through the morning. She was lunching alone after a long morning when Chuck sat opposite her. She sighed. “What?” He shrugged. “Nothing...excerpt I was worried about you when you left Patty’s wedding with that guy.” She sucked in an angry breath and threw a cold look in Chuck’s direction. If she hadn’t been trying to avoid him, she’d probably never have met Marc. Her anger dissipated as quickly as it had flared. She’d slept with Marc because with just a few kisses he’d turned her into a mindless hussy with nothing but sex on her mind. Still, she was not in the mood to be pleasant to Chuck. “The last time I checked, I was an adult. I don’t want or need you minding my business.” “I know you’re an adult, but you should know that he already has a woman.” A shock of jealousy flashed through her. “If he has a woman, why was he at the wedding alone?” “How should I know, but I can assure you that he does have a woman. I met them both at a computer show two months ago.” She shook her head. “Besides, he’s far too old for you.” She narrowed her gaze, searching her memory. Had there been any feminine clothing at his condo? She couldn’t recall much of anything on Saturday except the size and girth of his cock sliding in and out of her. On Sunday morning after their shower, she’d been too intent on getting away from him to recall anything useful—like if there were evidence of a woman living in his apartment. “Chuck, there’s nothing between me and Marc Walker.” Lying was becoming easier. Her cheeks were nearly cool and she maintained his gaze as she spoke. “Now if you’ll excuse me, my salad and I would like to be alone.” “Okay. As long as you don’t let him get away with using you.”

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They had used each other. “Are you still here?” He threw up his hands and walked away. Her appetite had deserted her, but she finished the salad before leaving the lunch room. Despite the fact that he hadn’t asked and she hadn’t told Marc her last name or anything about herself she’d been hoping he’d find her and want to see her again. But she had to swallow her disappointment when he made no effort to find her.

She left work a week later, thankful it was Maria’s night to cook dinner because in her present mood, she would probably have ruined anything she attempted to cook. After dinner, she went to bed. Lying naked under the sheet, she fondled her breasts and fingered herself as she thought of Marc. The memory of the smell and taste of him haunted her. She kept reliving those glorious hours spent under his big damp body. She felt as if the weight of his whole body was firmly imprinted on hers. By the end of the second week she felt desperate to forget him. When Chuck asked her out again, she agreed. “But this is dinner, Chuck. Nothing else.” “Unlike some guys, I know how to treat a woman on a first date.” She blushed. Did he know she and Marc had spent a sex-filled night together? She shook her head. He might suspect it, but he didn’t know. “I’m glad to hear that, Chuck. Now let’s talk about this dinner you’re going to buy me.” He took her to an exclusive, upscale restaurant on the pier. Though they had worked together since she’d graduated from college a year earlier, she’d never really talked to him. To her surprise, he had a great sense of humor and she enjoyed his company. Over coffee, he brushed the back of his hand against hers. “I’m very glad you came.” She lifted her cup to her lips. “So am I.” They exchanging smiles and drank their coffee in a comfortable silence. After she’d ordered a slice of cherry cheesecake, she glanced up. Her heart raced as her gaze locked with Marc’s. He sat at a table across the room, facing her. A beautiful woman, who looked as if she’d just stepped off the cover of Ebony Magazine, shared his table. So Chuck had been right. He belonged to that supermodel type. Recalling their night of illicit sex, Lena’s cheeks burned with shame. What must he think of her? The woman with him looked at her, switched her gaze to Marc, and back at Lena. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes.

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Lena cringed. She knew they’d slept together. Lena tore her gaze from Marc’s. “I don’t feel well. Let’s forget dessert. I want to go now.” “What? Why? We’re getting along so well.” The surprised look on Chuck’s face turned to one of understanding as he followed her glance and saw Marc. He turned back to face her and nodded, the spark gone from his eyes. “Sure, Lena. Let’s go.” He signaled the waiter, but Marc and his lady friend were at their table before the waiter arrived. “Lena. Hello.” It took all of her will power to look up at him and speak in a cool voice. “Marc.” He smiled, his gaze warm and caressing. “Lena, this is Catherine Edmond. Catherine, Lena Graham. And your friend, Lena?” They weren’t married! She mumbled something incoherent, leaving Chuck to introduce himself. The supermodel gave her a hard stare. “Is there some reason I need to know you, Lena Graham?” Her eyes shot off angry, ‘stay-the-hell-away-from-my-man-or-I’ll-rip-you-a-new-one’ sparks. Lena swallowed and spoke slowly. “Not at all. We hardly know each other.” And that was true. They hadn’t wasted any time trying to get to know each other. She had shameful, carnal knowledge of his cock, but knew nothing about him. She met Marc’s gaze. “Isn’t that so, Marc?” He gave her a searching look before nodding coolly. “It was nice seeing you both again, but I wouldn’t want to keep you,” she said. He gave her another cool stare. “You won’t.” He took the woman’s arm and walked away. Chuck looked at her. “Now you see what I mean?” “What?” “He’s no good for you, Lena.” Maybe not but she wanted him. She smiled. “I told you there was nothing between us. Can you…do you mind if we leave now?” Although she could see his disappointment in his gaze, he nodded. “Sure. Why not allow his appearance to ruin our evening?” Feeling guilty, at her door, she lifted her face. When he kissed her, she closed her eyes and remembered the feel of Marc’s lips ravishing hers. “Can I see you again?” She had a feeling she was going to need to be involved with someone to help her get over her infatuation with Marc. “Give me a little time and I think we can arrange something.”

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He smiled, kissed her cheek, and strolled away whistling. She frowned, deciding she would have to be careful not to hurt him. The next morning at work she was given a repair order for a laser printer at Calvin and Walker. “Is something wrong, Lena? Lena?” She shook her head. She forced a smile as she looked at her supervisor. “No.” “Check in with Marc Walker when you arrive,” her supervisor said. Check in with Marc Walker. Great. Just great. She nodded. “Okay. I’d better start.” Lena half-expected Marc to be all over her the moment his office door closed, but she had misjudged him. After a brief, impersonal glance, he handed her several sheets of paper. “Here are some printouts showing the problem. We’re all working on a big project. I need this up and running again as soon as possible.” She gave him a blank look. “That’s why I’m here.” The only reason I’m here. She didn’t speak the words aloud, but she was certain he got the message. He shrugged. “I never thought otherwise.” And this was the guy she had allowed to do what her mother would have called unspeakable things to her? He’d gotten what he wanted and now wasn’t even interested in pretending he had any real interest in her. Why had he slept with her when he was already involved with someone else? She glanced down at the pages without really seeing anything. How could he be so cold after all the passion they’d shared? Just standing near him filled her with lust. But she’d be damned if she allowed him to see how his presence effected her. She nodded coolly. “Good.” He nodded. “When you’re finished my secretary will sign the work order.” “Fine. I’ll see her before I leave.” “Fine.” He turned and left her alone in his office. She sucked in a deep breath, dragging her fingers through her short, natural hair. Damn him! If he wanted to pretend they had never shared a bed, fine! “Selfish bastard!” She shook her head and turned her attention to the printer. It took longer to repair than it should have because halfway through the job, her eyes filled with tears. She brushed them away several times before she was able to keep them at bay. When she finished repairing the printer, she walked across his office and sank down into his chair. Closing her eyes, she pressed her cheek against the back of the worn leather, wishing it was his chest. Sitting in his chair, she admitted that no matter how many times she reminded herself he wasn’t

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worth a second thought, she had made the mistake of becoming addicted to a man with another woman in his life. But how addicted was he to his supermodel? She opened her eyes. He didn’t have any pictures of his supermodel on his desk. Was it possible he wasn’t serious about this Catherine? If that were the case, maybe they could still… A noise outside the office sent her bolting to her feet. She collected her wheeled tool case and went to search for his secretary to sign her work order. She was nearly at the elevator when the woman caught up with her. “I nearly forgot. Mr. Walker asked me to give you this.” She offered Lena a white envelope. Lena resisted the impulse to rip the envelope open immediately. It was time she took charge of her life again. “Thanks.” She slipped the envelope into her purse. She headed to her next service call, which occupied the rest of the morning. During the next two hours, she resisted several urges to pause long enough to read his letter. She stopped for lunch just before one. Seated in a small café a few blocks from her next call, she had a sandwich and a cup of coffee before she opened the envelope. Her hands shook as she read his message. Lena, I need to see you. Unless I hear from you, I’ll meet you in the lobby of your building on Friday night. Her first reaction was one of delight that he wanted to see her again. Her smile turned into a frown. She read the note again. He’d meet her in the lobby of her building? She hadn’t told him where she lived. So how could he meet her in her building lobby? More importantly, did she dare meet him knowing he was involved with another woman? She had never imagined herself in the role of the other woman. She was not going to sneak around with him, allowing him to have her and his supermodel at the same time. If she went out with him, she knew they’d end up in bed. But she put off calling to tell him she didn’t want to see him. Several days later she and Maria got up early and had a rear weekday breakfast together. Maria studied her face. “Let’s treat ourselves to a night out tomorrow. I can call Beth and Kelly and we can have a girl’s night out. We haven’t done that since Kelly got married.” She hesitated. A night out with her friends would be great…except it was the same night Marc wanted to see her. “That sounds great.” Maria tilted her head. “But? You’ve been looking beat down lately.” “Have I? I know I haven’t been very good company.” Maria smiled. “Just since Patty’s wedding. Weddings have a way of making everyone but the

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bride and groom a little gloomy. But never mind that. Shall I call the girls?” She wrapped her fingers around her glass. “That sounds great.” “Yes? You’ve already said that. So let’s have the but.” She shrugged. “There’s isn’t really one.” Maria nodded. “Except?” “Except I have a date already.” “Yeah? With Chuck?” “No.” “Okay. Let’s play twenty questions. Who’s the lucky guy?” She briefly considered lying. But she and Maria didn’t keep secrets from each other. “I met him at Patty’s wedding…and I…we...” Maria stared at her with a quizzical look on her pretty face. “He’s the friend you spent that night with?” “Yes.” “Oh.” She bit her lip. “I know what you’re thinking.” “You do?” “Yes. First I slept with Jim and now him, but Maria...” She fell silent. How could she expect Maria to understand that her night with Marc Walker had been more than sex, at least for her? Maria shook her head. “Actually, I was going to say that he must be a very special guy if you wanted to get intimate with him on your first date.” Date? All they’d done was have sex. He hadn’t even pretended to want anything from her other than pussy, which she had been too eager to give him. “He is.” Well, at least she hoped he was. But then Catherine might think or hope the same thing. “Look, Lena, you don’t have to be embarrassed with me. We’re friends…no matter what. Right?” She nodded. “Right.” “So?” Maria tilted her head and gave her a long look. “What are you going to wear?” “Wear?” “Stay with me girl. On your date.” “Oh.” She sighed. “I have no idea.” “Well, let’s figure it out!”

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She and Maria spent nearly two hours to decide Lena should wear a pretty red dress with a short skirt, a bear back, spaghetti straps, and a plunging neckline. “All the time we’ve spent deciding on this outfit, you’d think I was getting married,” she laughed, holding the dress against her body. Maria grinned. “Hey. You never know.” Lena’s smile vanished. She did know. “He isn’t interested in marriage.” At least not marriage to her. Maria frowned. “Then why are you seeing him again?” Why indeed? Life, love, and sex were so simple for Maria. If a man wasn’t interested in marriage, she wasn’t interested in him. The days when things were so black and white for Lena were over. She enjoyed sex, so why should she punish herself by denying her body something it craved and enjoyed? If Maria could do the wait until marriage before having sex thing—more power to her. She sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.” “I think I do,” she said slowly. But she knew Maria didn’t. How could she when Lena herself couldn’t understand why she was so driven by sexual desire for another woman’s man? She’d always despised women who slithered around with a man who was married or committed to another woman. Now she was ready and willing to become the other woman. “Hey?” Maria touched her hand. “Are you all right?” She nodded. “Yes. I’m fine. I just have…I’m fine. Why don’t we try and make our girl’s night out Saturday?” Maria nodded. “Okay. I’ll check with the girls and let you know what they say.” She smiled and yawned. “I think it’s time I went to bed. Can I get you anything before I do?” “No. I’m fine.”

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Chapter Three

Having given up the pretense of not going out with Marc, Lena slept soundly that night. On Friday, she left work early so she could spend an hour lying in a bubble bath before she dressed. Studying her reflection in her bedroom mirror, she decided she looked her best. She might even give his supermodel a run for her money. Marc was already in the lobby when she went down. He smiled and reached for her hand. “Lena. You look…exquisite.” Dressed in a dark, well-made suit, he looked handsome and sexy. She smiled up at him. “Thank you.” “Shall we go?” She nodded, eager to be alone with him. He took her to a small, intimate restaurant with soft music playing in the background and highbacked booths that created the impression that they had the entire restaurant to themselves. During dinner they discussed work, movies, and politics. Despite the age difference, she found they shared many of the same views. It was over coffee that he turned the talk personal. “How is it that you don’t have a lover?” “Why do you assume I don’t?” He shrugged. “I find it difficult to believe you would have spent the night with me if you were involved with another man.” But his involvement with another woman had not stopped him from sleeping with her. “Who is Catherine?” “She’s a friend.” “A friend? With benefits?” He sighed. “We were close for a while. I was thinking of getting closer.” She swallowed hard to dislodge the lump in her throat. “How close?” “Very close.”

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“So? What happened?” He locked his gaze on hers. “You happened.” She pressed a hand against her breasts. “We had one night together.” “It was a very potent night.” How potent had it been for him? “Are you engaged to her?” “No. I—this is going to make me sound like a first class heel.” She recalled how he had fucked her up her ass and then walked away without so much as a thank you ma’am. “Aren’t you?” He shrugged. “If I am, it’s not intentional. I didn’t set out to hurt anyone.” “So how are we here in this…mess?” “We’ve been seeing each other exclusively for about a year and a half. We have a lot in common. We’re fond of each other. I was thinking about asking her to move in with me the weekend of the wedding, but she had to go on a last minute business trip.” “And the moment her back was turned, you strayed?” “It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t planning anything. Straying was not in my game plan…until I met you…I took one look at you and knew I had to have you.” His confession confused her. She was partly ashamed she’d slept with another woman’s man and partly eager to repeat the offense. “Do you live together?” “No.” “Are you…but you’re still seeing her.” “Does it matter?” “What do you think I am? Of course it matters!” “Why?” “Because I have no desire to be the one you go to when you can’t have her! Despite what you must think I’m not easy!” He narrowed his gaze. “I never thought you were.” “Oh, yes you did.” “No. I don’t. I’m a modern man. I don’t begrudge a woman the freedom to explore her sexuality while taking full advantage of it myself.” He sighed. “Sometimes two people meet and something…special happens between them. Sometimes it shouldn’t but it does and they can’t always control it. That’s what happened with us.”

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What was so special about sneaking around with another woman’s man? “I am not going to sneak around with you behind her back! We both deserve better than that from you.” “If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about Catherine. Trust me, she can take care of herself.” “Fine. What about me?” “What about you? What do you want?” “More than you’re offering.” He raked a hand over his hair. “You mean you want more than a physical relationship?” He made it sound as if she were asking for his soul or his first born. “Is that all you have to offer me?” “If I said yes?” She bit the inside of her lip until she tasted blood. “Are you saying yes?” He stared at her for a long time before answering. “Would it be so bad if I were? You know…we both know we could be very happy together.” Her feelings of betrayal and hurt stunned her. How could he not share her feelings? How could he not want more from her than just sex? She averted her gaze, determined not to allow him to see how much his offer hurt. She blinked back tears. “I’m not interested in what you’re offering.” He reached out and clasped her hand in his. “I know you want more, but can’t you settle for this for now?” She jerked away from him. “I am not settling for less than I deserve.” But even to her own ears, her protest lacked conviction. “Lena, Catherine and I—I can’t just drop her. She and her family…they expect...” “They expect? What about me! What can I expect from you? To be fucked on a no strings attached basis?” “I didn’t say that.” But that was obviously what he wanted. She wanted him so much she was almost ready to agree to his terms. Almost. “Bare with me, Lena.” “Why should I? There are a lot of other men who won’t expect me to share them.” He sighed. “This evening isn’t turning out as I’d hoped.” “I’m sure it hasn’t. What were you expecting? For us to end up in bed with your oversized cock rutting up my ass?”

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His lips tightened. “Don’t pretend I’m a selfish lover. Everything that happened, we did together. I never once sought my pleasure at your expense. I made sure you enjoyed our love making too.” She flushed, but didn’t look away. “Is that how you justify your behavior?” He sat back in his seat. “I’m neither married nor engaged. I don’t need to justify anything to anyone…including you.” She sucked in an angry breath. “I guess that tells me where I stand with you.” Their gazes locked. She saw nothing in his eyes that gave her any reason for hope. So be it. “I think we’re finished here, Marc.” “Fine. We’re finished.” He waved the waiter over to their table. Neither of them spoke on the drive to her apartment. At her apartment door, he stroked her cheek and drew her into his arms. She felt the outline of his cock against her. Although she longed to surrender to her desire for him, she pushed him away instead. “No.” He stepped back. “If you change your mind, call me.” “Don’t hold your breath.” “Lena... ” She slipped inside and closed the door in his face. She leaned against the closed door, taking long deep breaths, in an effort to calm her pounding heart. If he knocked on the door, she might relent. But he didn’t. She took a long bath and went to bed. It took a while to fall asleep, but when she did, she slept soundly. She told Maria about their date over brunch on Saturday. Maria frowned. “Forget him, Lena. You deserve a man who respects and loves you and doesn’t expect you to share him with another woman. Right?” She sighed. “Maybe so but I want him. How foolish does that make me?” “It doesn’t make you foolish. It just makes you in love.” Which would get her hurt because she wanted him just as he was, warts and all. But she was enough of a realist to know forgetting him was in her best interest. In an effort to do that, she worked overtime nearly every night. Each night she arrived home too tired to do anything but eat and fall into bed. Nevertheless, she lay sleepless, night after night, her head filled with thoughts of how sweet and warm his lips were, how wonderful his arms felt around her, and how exquisite his big cock felt making that first slow slide into her pussy. Maybe more surprising, she spent a distressing amount of time longing to spend time doing things that would enable her to get to know him. She

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wanted to walk in the park with him, dance with him, wash dishes with him, swim with him, watch a scary movie with him, watch him sleep, and generally smother him with lust and love. She thought she had come to grips with the reality that there would never be anything serious between them. She thought that right up until the moment, three weeks later when she found herself standing outside his apartment door. Maria was away for the weekend and she couldn’t face the thought of spending another weekend hungering for him. It wasn’t until he opened the door that she realized he might not be alone. When he saw, he looked surprised, but pleased. “Lena! Hi.” “Hi.” A smile warmed his handsome, dark features. “Come in.” She moistened her lips. “Are you alone?” “Not anymore.” When she didn’t move, he reached out and drew her inside. He studied her in silence before smiling again. “Damn, this is a pleasant surprise, Lena. What brings you here?” She’d expected him to be smug or complacent. His apparent joy at seeing her, stripped her of all pretenses. “I wanted to see you.” There she’d admitted it. He stroked a gentle finger down her cheek. “Believe me, I wanted to see you too.” She bit back the urge to ask why he hadn’t sought her out instead of waiting for her to come to him with her tail between her legs. Almost as if he’d read her mind, he arched a brow. “No need to look like that, Lena. I was working up the nerve to come see you.” “Nerve?” He shrugged. “After the way we left things the last time we saw each other, I wasn’t sure what kind of reception I’d receive and to tell you the truth…I wasn’t in the mood to be rejected again.” Then how did he think she felt? “But we can discuss some things later.” He glanced at his watch. “Have you eaten?” “No. I—” “Neither have I. Let’s go to dinner.” “Dinner?” She glanced down at the casual dark slacks and blouse she wore. “I’m not dressed for dinner. I came straight from work.” “You look great…so good in fact…I’d love to skip dinner and dive right into your sweet pussy and ass.” She blushed. Nothing had changed between them. She still wanted more than he was willing to

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give. And all he wanted was sex. That should have been her cue to turn and storm out. Instead, she went willingly into his open arms. That was, after all, why she’d come. She was so tired of pretending she didn’t want him. He closed his arms around her, nipping her ear. “Lena. Beautiful, sweet, sexy Lena. You have no idea how good you make me feel.” Longing for him to feel half of what she felt for him, she turned her head until their lips touched. She kissed him with a raw intensity that left her aching for him. She felt his response in the form of his cock hardening and clung to him. “Please, Marc...” He lifted his head and stared down at her, a shuttered look in his eyes. “Marc?” He shook his head. “We’d better get out of here while we still can.” “What? No. I don’t want to leave. I want to—” He released her and opened the apartment door. “Me too, but I think we should go get something to eat.” Was she going to make her beg? She pushed the door closed. “I didn’t come here to eat.” His Apple’s Adam bobbed several times before he shook his head and opened the door again. “I think that’s what we should do.” She abandoned what was left of her pride. “Why? Don’t you want to fuck me?” “Hell yeah! My dick is getting hard just thinking of your tight pussy.” He stroked her cheek gently. “But let’s go eat.” Face flushed, heart racing, she preceded him out his apartment door. Later, she didn’t recall what she ordered for dinner or even how much of it she ate. The memory of her incessant ache and hunger for him denominated her thoughts. After dinner, he held her as they danced slow and close together. She trembled in his arms, longing to go to bed with him. The feel of his unyielding body against her and the movement of his hands stroking her back left her in little doubt how they’d been spending the night. But to her dismay, at her door, he kissed her cheek. “Good night, Lena.” She blinked up at him. “Good night? But…I don’t understand...” She paused and swallowed hard, aware she was behaving like what Maria would call a hoochie mama. But she didn’t care anymore. “I was hoping that you’d stay the night, Marc.” He ran a hand over his hair. “We need to talk before we do that again, Lena.” She placed a hand on his arm. “We can talk later. Right now I just want you inside me.”

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He shook his head. “Lena—” “Don’t you want me anymore?” “Of course I do, but—” “Please, Marc. Don’t make me beg.” “I have no desire to make you beg, Lena!” “I’m a second away from doing just that, Marc.” “Lena!” He sighed. She stared up at him, making no effort to conceal her need for him. “Lena…in the morning, remember that I tried to do the right thing.” As far as she was concerned, the right thing was spending the night with her. He didn’t resist when she pulled him inside the apartment. “Love me.” He cupped her face between his palms, staring down into her eyes. “You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that.” “Then do.” She took his hand and led them into her bedroom. He undressed her slowly, raining kisses on her face and filling her ears with sweet endearments as he exposed her small, firm breasts, her flat stomach, and finally her pussy. He knelt, gently parted her wet folds, wiggled his tongue inside her, rubbed his thumb against her clit, and then began eating her. She closed her eyes, cupped her hands over her breasts, and allowed the wonderful sensations to wash over her. As his tongue and fingers became more demanding, he cupped his hands over her ass and buried his face against her pussy. She cried out and within minutes, she came against his tongue and lips. He licked most of the juices from the outside of her cunt before rising and crushing her naked body against him. When he French kissed her, the taste of her own juices on his lips sent an added jolt of lust zinging through her. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then without taking off his clothes, he unzipped his pants, popped out his lovely shaft, pressed her back against the wall, raised one of her legs to drape over his body, and thrust his cock into her. With the wall at her back and him pumping his hard length cock deep inside her already satisfied pussy, she cried out and quickly peaked again. That orgasm was so intense, she whimpered with pleasure and weakly pushed against his shoulders. “Marc…Marc…it’s too good…too good…please…no more.” But he hadn’t come yet. Smothering the words with his mouth on hers, he clutched her body tight against his and stabbed his cock in her with a heat and intensity that brought her within seconds of

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coming again. He groaned, and shattered against her, his hands clenching on her ass hurting her as he emptied himself inside her. When he finally stopped shuddering they both collapsed to the floor. He eased her onto her back and slid his damp body on top of hers. “Oh, damn, I swear you’re going to drive me insane with hunger for you,” he muttered against her ear. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.” She smiled, rubbing her body suggestively against his. While they were together like that, if she kept her eyes closed and refused to yield to reality, she could pretend he was hers. Later he took her to bed. There, he lay her on her stomach, mounted her, and plowed into her from behind. In that position he achieved deeper penetration, which sent tingles of bliss dancing down her spine. “Marc!” She moaned. “Oh, God, Marc, don’t stop!” “Not until we both come!” He promised in a low, husky voice, wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his lips against her neck, and gave her the most glorious fuck that had her sobbing as she shuddered through two orgasms. While she was still enjoying her second climax, he rolled them over so that they both lay on their sides and shot his cock in and out of her with strokes so deep and powerful that by the time he finally came, her pussy felt battered. Yet, when he reached for her after an hour, she went willingly into his arms. She told herself later that they had made love. But the truth was they went at each other like a pair of sex-crazed animals until they fell into an exhausted sleep. It was the most decadently delicious feeling of her life. In the morning, sated and happy, she rubbed her face against his chest. “Oh, Marc. I’m so happy.” He tensed. She swallowed hard, pulled away, and looked up at him. The tenderness she’d pretended to see in his eyes the night before was gone. There was just desire now. As there’d been last night. “Nothing’s changed for you, has it, Marc?” He sighed. “Marc? Please answer.” He slowly shook his head. “Oh, Marc!” “I don’t think I did or said anything to make you think that it had, Lena.” She was only too well aware that she was the one who had sought him out and thrown herself at

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him. “Are you still seeing her?” “Yes.” She sucked in a painful breath. “Is that all? Or are you…fucking her?” He didn’t respond and she fought to hold tears at bay. “Are you going to marry her?” He released her and rolled onto his side. “I…I’m not sure.” She turned onto her side, facing the wall. “What about me? Where does that leave me?” He shifted his body behind her and kissed her shoulder. “Right where you are now.” “What?” She turned to face him. “I want you in my bed, no matter what happens, Lena.” She swallowed hard, but couldn’t keep the tears from rushing to fill her eyes. “It’s not just sex for me, Marc. I care about you.” He caressed her cheek. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, Lena, but you’re very young. It’s easy to get confused.” She pushed his hand away. “I’m not so young that I don’t know the difference between love and lust.” He stared at her. “Love? Is that what you think this is?” “What do you think it is?” “It’s good between us. It’s great…wonderful, but it’s still just sex. Not love.” “I don’t know what you feel, Marc, but I know what I feel.” Her voice came out low and barely audible. He studied her face for several moments before he sighed and gently drew her into his arms. He brushed his lips against her forehead. “Lena, don’t let the moment—” She shoved against his shoulders. “I have to go. You probably want to see her.” His arms tightened around her and he pressed his lower body against hers so that she felt his cock, warm and hard, against her stomach. “Does this feel like I want to leave you for another woman?” She clenched her hands into fists to help resist the urge to slap him. “I want more from you than just your big dick!” He swore softly and she feared he was about to remind her that’s all she’d wanted the night before. If he did… “Look, I know this is difficult for you, Lena. It’s difficult for me too.” “So what are you going to do about it?”

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“I need time.” “Time for what? Are you still fucking her?” He released her and gave her a long, cold stare. “Let’s not forget you were the one who insisted we fuck last night! I wanted to wait.” The combination of anger and embarrassment was too much to overcome. She slapped him. “You miserable bastard! Don’t you think I know that? You didn’t have to remind me of that! I don’t ever want to see you again.” She tried to scramble off the bed, but he caught her arm, rolled her over onto her back, and slid his big, hard body on top of hers. “Then I’d better have one last fuck before you go.” Lena wished she could say he forced her, but he didn’t. She was so addicted to him and his magnificent cock force wasn’t necessary. He simply ground himself against her and kissed her. To her shame, she became a wild woman, kissing and touching him, clutching his hips, shoving hers up against his, parting her legs in a wanton invitation. “Please. I need your cock in me!” “Oh you’re going get it, baby.” He finger fucked her a few minutes to get her wet and slippery. Then he shoved his hips forward, filling every inch of her pussy with his rigid cock. “Oh, God!” She moaned, closed her eyes and surrendered to her unbearable hunger for him. Sliding his hands under her body, he clutched her close, crashed his lips on hers, and began a deep, frenzied fuck, drilling her mercilessly until she lost track of how many times she gushed over his plundering cock. Finally, she’d had enough and lay limp and purring under him like a satisfied kitten. Groaning, he continued to thrust deeply until he’d emptied his cum into her pussy. He collapsed on her, burying his face against her neck, his body trembling. She held him for several moments, stroking her hands down his damp back. If he had said something…anything to give her hope, she would have tossed her pride aside and remained with him. But after several minutes, he groaned and rolled away from her. She turned to find him lying on his side, facing the door. Brushing tears from her eyes, she rose. He made no effort to stop her and she gathered her clothing from the floor and hurried into the bathroom. When she returned half an hour later, he was gone. She sank down onto the bed and closed her eyes on a rush of tears.

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Chapter Four

Marc sat in his SUV in the parking lot of Lena’s building with his head resting on his arms, which rested on the steering wheel. Why the hell had he given into his desires and slept with Lena again before he’d settled things with Catherine? Now instead of just having hurt Catherine, he’d hurt Lena as well. He was too damn old to allow his cock to govern his actions…especially when he ended up hurting someone. Recalling the look in Lena’s eyes when she realized what a selfish bastard he was, he closed his eyes. Damn, but he’d made a mess of things. To sleep with her and then try to shove some of the blame on to her young shoulders was unforgivable. Things couldn’t go on this way. He was going to have to make a decision that would result in either her or Catherine being hurt again. Swearing softly, he lifted his head, stared up at the direction of her apartment, and started his engine.

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“Do you have to go?” Lena closed the second suitcase on her bed and turned to answer Maria, who stood in the doorway of her bedroom. After nearly a week of trying to come to terms with her shameless behavior with Marc, she’d decided she needed some time to regroup. She nodded. “Yes. I feel so…cheap. I need to be home with Mom.” Her eyes filling with tears, Maria crossed the room to hug her. She pressed her cheek against Maria’s shoulder and they cried together. When their tears subsided, they sat side by side on her bed…the same bed where thoughts of lying naked and making love with Marc haunted her. Making love? Fucking would be more like it. “I can’t get him out of my system. If I stay here, I’ll wind up in bed with him—again and again. When we’re together, I do things that later shame me. But I can’t stop wanting to do them.” Maria nodded. “Okay, but if you need me...”

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She squeezed Maria’s hand. “I know. You will never know how much I value your friendship and understanding, Maria.” “No more than I value yours, Lena. No matter what happens, we are sisters and will always be there for each other. Right?” She nodded, wiping away her tears. “Yes, but please try not to make as much a mess of your life as I’ve made of mine.” She kissed Maria’s cheek. “I’d better get going. I’ll call you when I arrive.”

She took stock of herself on the long drive to her parents’ upstate home. She didn’t like what she saw. For all her angry words to Marc, she’d run after him, even after she learned about Catherine. Not once had she tried to put herself in the other woman’s place. She’d been too busy trying to steal Marc to care how his betrayal must have affected Catherine. Her mother took one look at her and seemed to know she had man troubles. But instead of the condemnation she’d half expected, she saw love and understanding in her mother’s eyes. “Is he married, Lena?” She shook her head. “But he is involved with someone else?” She swallowed and bit her bottom lip. “Can you talk about him?” “Not without feeling as if my heart is going to break into tiny pieces too small to ever put back together.” “That bad? Oh, baby. Come here!” Her mother drew her into her arms and kissed her as she cried. When her father came home, she saw a question in his dark gaze, but when her mother gave a small shake of her head, he simply walked over to Lena, pulled her from the sofa into a warm embrace, and whispered he loved her. “It’s good to have you home again for a while, Lena, girl.” Lean found it good to be home. Showered with silent sympathy from her mother and unconditional love from her father, she decided she was going to be able to forgive herself for rejecting her morals beliefs. She’d made a mistake, but it was time to forget Marc and move on with her life. When she returned to the city she would embrace a second virginity and wait until she met a man who shared her goals and values, which included marriage before she became intimate again. Then Maria called and told her Marc had been to the apartment.

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Her heart raced. “What-what did he want?” “He wanted to see you. When I told him you’d gone home, he looked like I’d knocked the wind out of him…so I gave him your parents’ phone number and address.” “You…did?” “I know you said you wanted to forget him, but he looked so…desperate and I knew forgetting him wouldn’t be as easy as you were hoping it would be. I hope it was okay.” “No! Yes.” She pressed a hand against her forehead, closing her eyes briefly. “Oh, I don’t know, Maria.” “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, but—” “No!” She shook her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m going to have to face him and what…we did sooner or later. At least if I face him while I’m home…it should be easier. You did the right thing, Maria. So please don’t worry.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” Seeing him again would give her a chance to face her demons. “I am.” She spent a restless weekend waiting for him to come. Every time a car came up the lane, she held her breath, but it was never Marc. She gave up hope of his coming late Sunday night. She was lying in a hammock on the following Friday afternoon dreading going back to Philadelphia on Sunday when her mother came into the yard. “Lena, there’s someone to see you.” She ran through the short list of people she hadn’t yet seen and came up blank. “Who is it, Mom?” Her mother’s lips tightened. “I think it’s him.” “Him?” She shook her head, frowning. “Him who?” “Him.” Lena sat up, her heart racing. “Him? You mean...” “He says his name is Marc Walker. That’s him. Isn’t it?” Lena shot to her feet. “Marc? He’s—here…?” “There’s no need to look frightened, Lena. If you don’t want to see him, I’ll tell him to go.” Tell him to go? She swallowed panic. “No! I’ll...” She patted her hair, wishing she wore something more glamorous than baggy, jaded jeans and an old, oversized tee shirt. “I’ll see him. W…where is he?” “In the living room.” Her mother studied her face. “Lena, are you sure you should see him?” She wasn’t sure of anything except she loved him with a hunger that threatened to consume her.

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What had started out as fantastic sex had quickly become love for her. “Yes. Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll be all right. I promise.” Her mother sighed. “If you need me...” She nodded and hugged her mother. “I know. Thanks, Mom.” She kissed her mother’s cheek and dismissing the urge to change into something short and clingy she went to see Marc. She found him pacing the length of the room. A smile leaped into his dark gaze when he saw her. “Hey.” He started across the room towards her. His voice was low and husky…as it was when he wanted to make love to her. She shook her head and held up a hand meant to keep him from coming any closer. “Marc.” She was proud of how cool and controlled her voice sounded. “What brings you here?” He arched a brow at the question. “You do. I had to see you.” “Why?” “Why? You’re going to make this difficult for me, aren’t you?” She lifted her chin and stared at him in silence. He stared back for what felt like an eternity before he shrugged. “Fine. If you want to make me beg, I will.” Although she felt the beginning of hope, she remained silent, waiting for him to go on. His gaze narrowed. “You really do want your damned pound of flesh, don’t you? Fine. I suppose you deserve it.” He raked a hand over his dark hair. “I told Catherine that it was over between us.” Lena moistened her lips and swallowed hard in an effort to dislodge the lump of emotion making her throat feel tight. “Lena, I’d like to—would you come back to Philadelphia with me?” Her first inclination was to yell a resounding yes, but she resisted the urge. All being too quick to give him what he wanted had ever gotten her was hurt. “I don’t think so.” He clenched his hands into fists at his sides. “Lena, I—okay. Will you at least allow me to come up here to see you?” She held back a surge of happiness. “Why?” “Why?” He paced the floor in front of her. “Oh, damn, Lena, I would never have thought you would be so determined to strip me of my pride.” “Your pride?” How could he care for her and still worry about his pride? “I have news for you, Marc, for all I care you can keep everything you have—including your pride!”

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He sighed. “Fine. Too hell with pride. I came here because I want—I need to see you. Please tell me you still want me.” “Maria told me you were at the apartment last weekend. What took you so long to come up here?” All her noble notions of how badly she’d behaved toward Catherine Edmond were washed away by a fresh wave of jealousy. “Were you with her having a last roll in the hay?” He sucked in a breath and his nostrils flared. “I haven’t touched Catherine since I met you.” “And I’m supposed to believe that?” “Yes because it’s the God’s honest truth! I know I behaved badly with you both, but I haven’t felt the need or desire to sleep with more than one woman at a time since I was in college. I never slept with her after we met.” She stared into his dark gaze and believed him. But there were still questions she needed honest answers to. “Then where have you been? What have you been doing?” She paused, hating how jealous she sounded. She took a deep breath before continuing, “Who have you been with?” His gaze turned frigid, but she didn’t flinch. For once she felt on even ground with him. This time he had sought her out. “Well? Where were you?” “There is no one else. There hasn’t been since we met.” “Then what took you so long to come after me?” “Before I could come after you, I had to tell her it was over. I owed her that much. I’ve treated you both very badly, but her worse than you.” She couldn’t deny that, but she wasn’t in the mood to be fair. “And that took a week?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because she avoided me!” He snapped and took a deep breath. “It took me a week because I had to track her down. When I did, I had to fly to her aunt’s home in California.” He sighed. “She wanted to make breaking off with her as difficult for me as possible.” She could certainly understand the feeling. “She was hoping I’d get over you before I found her.” “Did you?” He leveled a finger at her. “Don’t be silly, Lena! If I had, I wouldn’t be here now eating my pride, would I?” She stared at him, her heart pounding.

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He shook his head. “It would take a whole lot more than a week to get over you.” His voice was soft now and his gaze was warm. Her stomach muscles churned and hope rushed through her. “What—what will it take?” He shrugged. “How should I know? You know something, Lena? I don’t want to know.” His slow smile made her heart race with joy. “I think it’s time I admitted to us both that I don’t want to be over you—ever.” He extended a hand. “Forgive me for hurting you?” She later told herself she should have held out for more—like a declaration of love. But Rome wasn’t built in a day. He had chosen her over Catherine, come after her, and swallowed his pride. That was enough to start with. She rushed across the room and flung herself into his arms. Pressing her cheek against his shoulder, she closed her eyes and clung to him. “Oh, Marc.” “Lena.” He lifted her face to his and brushed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.” “You can make it up to me later.” She told him. His arms tightened around her. “Oh, God, I’ve missed you.” “I never thought you’d come, Marc. I told you it was over between us.” He was silent. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, she found him staring down at her. “It will never be over between us!” He told her, his voice hoarse. She gazed up into his eyes. The tender look there sent her heart to racing. “Oh, Marc. You mean it’s not just…sex for you anymore?” He gathered both her trembling hands in one of his and held them against his chest. With his other hand, he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I don’t know that it was ever just sex, Lena. I know I said that’s what it was, but…believe it or not, I don’t sleep around. And I don’t cheat.” He looked at her and grimaced. “Well, at least not until I met you. Not that what happened between us was exactly cheating. Catherine and I hadn’t slept together for several weeks before we met because she’d been pressuring me to either make an commitment to her or else.” “And?” “And I balked so she kicked me out of her bed.” “If we hadn’t met?” “I was on the verge of giving her what she wanted,” he admitted. “And that would have been one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Thank God I met you when I did.” That was probably as close as he was prepared to come to making a commitment to her. As commitments went, it left a lot to be desired, but it was a start. “I need you, Marc,” she whispered, still

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hesitant to admit that she loved him. He bent his head and gently kissed her. “And I need you.” “You mean you want me.” He frowned. “I mean exactly what I say. I know the difference between need and want. I need you, Lena.” “Just need, Marc?” She closed her eyes briefly and took the plunge. “Not love?” He shrugged, spreading his hands. “I don’t know that I’ve ever really been in love. I’m not sure what it feels like. I just know that when I think about a happy future, you’re always in the picture. Give me another chance? Let’s explore our feelings for each other. When we do, I think we’ll discover you are not the only one in love here.” Okay, so it wasn’t a marriage proposal—yet. It wasn’t even the full admission of love she needed—yet. But it was a big step in the right direction and she was suddenly confident that both a full admission of love and a marriage proposal would be forthcoming before long. He’d given up his supermodel and come after her. And she did love him. Maybe he loved her too. In the meantime, being with him was all that mattered—for the immediate future. But the look in his eyes inspired a hope he was in their relationship for the long haul—just as she was. She smiled and linked her arms around his neck. To help him see what he’d be getting on a regular basis when he fully committed to her, she would take him out back and along the trail behind the house. And when they were deep in the surrounding woods, she’d drop to her knees, unzip his pants, uncork that dark, lovely cock of his and suck on it like a lollipop until he came in her mouth. Then she’d show him how awesome a love-motivated fuck could be.

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Sweet Surrender

Chapter One

“So? Is this upcoming long weekend business or pleasure?” Seated at a table for four with three of her friends, for a girl’s night out, Bethnae Wills frowned. Kelly was married to a mouth watering hunky lawyer named Damon. Lena’s Marc had recently popped the question to her and they were planning an elaborate wedding. She and Maria were the last of their circle of friends still unattached. Maria, with her mounds of curly blond hair, lovely face, sweet disposition, and unshakable faith that Mr. Right would come riding into her life when she least expected him, seemed content to wait. Bethnae, on the other hand, was growing increasingly fearful that unless she did something drastic soon, she’d never land the man she considered her white knight. “Kelly to Beth.” She shook her head and smiled as Kelly flashed a hand in front of her. “Sorry. My mind wondered. This coming weekend? It’s business. What else?” She saw Kelly and Lena exchange a quick look before Lena arched a brow. “Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hand, Beth.” Bethnae had heard the stories of how Kelly had taken one look at Damon and decided to pretend to be her twin sister to land him. She also knew that Lena, after giving Marc Walker his walking papers, had turned around and gone to his apartment to revive their relationship. While by no means shy, Beth thought both her friends situations had been somewhat different from hers. Neither of their financial futures had been at risk when they had made their moves on the men who were now committed to them. “Sometimes. I’ll see how the weekend goes before I decide what my next move should be.” She shrugged. “But enough about me.” She smiled at Lena, eyeing the diamond ring on the third finger of her left hand. “Let’s talk about you. In four months you’re going to be…what? Are you keeping your own name or hyphenating?”

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Lena smiled, her dark face practically glowing. “I can’t make up my mind. Lena HarrisonWalker or Lena H. Walker or just plain ole Lena Walker. Mrs. Marc Walker…it seems like a dream. There were times when I thought he’d never get around to asking me to marry him…even after he broke off with Catherine. So what do you all think?” The four of them began to discuss which appellation Lena should assume when she and Marc married. Several hours later, Bethnae slid into bed. She decided Lena was right. It was probably time she made a move of her own. Sometimes men, no matter how intelligent, needed a push in the right direction. She thought of the sexy dress and teddy she’d packed and smiled. If one or the other didn’t get the job done, nothing would. With thoughts of the possibilities the upcoming weekend would provide, she drifted to sleep.

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Adam Barclay looked out the ski lodge window. Bethnae stood at the foot of the ski slope talking to the second man to stop her since she’d finished her run. With her short, natural hair framing her lovely, toffee-brown face, she looked enchanting. No wonder men kept stopping her. Still, having her spend most of the weekend talking to other men definitely wasn’t in his game plan. But then he’d been constantly revising that plan because he didn’t want to blow what would probably be his one chance to gauge her possible interest in him. Watching her, he tightened his lips. Either he was going to have to start taking advantage of the opportunities this long weekend provided or risk some other man making a move on her. He’d waited too long to allow that to happen. Nevertheless, asking her out could be disastrous. If she shared his interest, fine. If she didn’t but didn’t feel comfortable enough to say so, he could be placing undue stress on her. Or his overtures could serve to provide a hostile work environment for her. Even worse, he could find himself on the receiving end of a sexual harassment lawsuit. Nevertheless, he had to make a move soon. He sighed. Just that morning as they’d shared a quick breakfast, he’d been sorely tempted to tell her that he wanted an exclusive relationship with her. He doubted he could go on much longer as he was. Thoughts of her lovely, sleek, dark body with its full breasts and long legs had kept sleep at bay for far too many nights. Sometimes just looking at her lush loveliness got him hard and kept him in a perpetual state of arousal.

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But two of the four-day working vacation he’d connived to spend with her at an exclusive ski lodge were gone and he was no nearer to getting her interested in him than he’d been when he’d hired her as a draftsmen fresh out of college five years earlier. Maybe he should take a clue from his older sister. Harriet got a make over every time a new man roused her interest. It seemed to work because she always got her man. Maybe a make over would help him get his woman. He didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that his clean-cut features were rather ordinary. His gray eyes were light, instead of the dark, smoky variety women seemed to prefer. He raked a hand through his short, dark blond hair. It was thick, but starting to gray at the temples. And when it came to modern women, didn’t they prefer the dark-haired Antonio Banderas to the blond Kurt Russell types? Not that he had Kurt Russell’s looks. And at five eleven, he was only just above average height. There wasn’t much he could do to turn himself into the tall, handsome, ebony knight he suspected he would need to be to attract a beautiful, voluptuous woman like Bethnae, who was probably waiting for a Denzel Washington or Blair Underwood look alike to come sweep her off her feet. He felt his cock stir and sighed. He was thinking about her again when he should be working. Okay, so there was a good chance she didn’t share his attraction. So what? She wasn’t the only woman in the world. And he’d never had any problem attracting women who interested him. So why should he start behaving like an inexperienced teenager afraid of being rejected when he asked the most popular girl in school out? Maybe because she was the only woman capable of exciting his passions with nothing more erotic than a careless smile. He glanced up when she entered the room nearly an hour later. Her dark brown eyes sparkled and her smooth, sable skin looked flawless and even. She looked excited. He narrowed his eyes. Had she made a date with one of the men to whom she’d been talking? Maybe some lucky man was going to get to hold her in his arms that night and make sweet love to her over and over. He felt his cock stirring again and clamped a tight rein on his feelings. “How’s it going?” she asked. “Did you get a chance to look over my preliminary designs? What did you think of them?” He liked her soft, sweet voice with the slight hint of a southern accent. But then he found everything about her from her warm, enchanting smile to her delightful laughter alluring. He sat back, flexing his shoulders. “Your designs were well thought out—as usual.” “Then what are you doing stuck in this room?”

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He shrugged. “You did your job, but I seem to be having a problem doing mine. I’ll be here for a while yet.” He watched her walk gracefully toward him. She was tall, but curved in all the right places with a pair of sexy legs and a padded behind that made his fingers itch to caress and hold in his palms as he lay on top of her naked body and repeatedly thrust into her. She stopped just behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders. “Anyone would think you’d never designed a mini mall before. I know. You’ve been at it too long. What you need is a good old-fashioned massage.” Bingo! Yes! What he needed was her touching him. He smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned back until his head rested against her. She smelled of sweet, intoxicating roses and a scent that was all her own. It was hard to describe but it invaded his senses and completely enthralled him. He longed to turn his face against her full, firm breasts. But he was only torturing himself with such sweet thoughts. He sighed softly and allowed his body to relax as she began to knead the muscles of his shoulders with firm, supple hands. “You’re so tense. Relax.” Her lips nearly touched his ear as she spoke. Her fingers lightly brushed his neck, sending a tingle of desire and passion down his abs to his cock. He felt ready to explode with wanting her. He longed to admit he was so tense because he ached for her. He wanted to kiss her full lips, cup her naked breasts in his hands, hold her hips, and allow her to feel his full length and hardness just before he buried himself in her. How sweet that would be, but he couldn’t begin to imagine how she would respond to such a confession. He shook his head silently, afraid that he’d give himself away if he spoke before he had time to regain the tenuous control he fought to maintain around her. As it was, his cock felt uncomfortable in his briefs. He needed relief and he needed it soon. “You’re going to have to learn how to relax a little more,” she said, her voice soft and seductive. Or was that just wishful thinking on his part? How was he supposed to relax with her so close and yet so unattainable? When she finished, she rested her fingers against his neck. “Is that better, Adam?” Better? He was so hard, he was about to explode. There was only one way to make things better for him and that was to make love to her. He half turned his head until his cheek rested against her stomach. He looked up at her. “Yes,” he lied smoothly. “You have golden hands. How can I repay you?”

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She smiled, revealing a dimple in her left cheek. “I thought you’d never ask! Come into the lounge for a drink before dinner. I’ve hardly seen you outside this room since we arrived.” He shrugged. “This is a working vacation, Bethnae.” She moved to stand in front of him and caught his left hand in hers. “Oh, I know that, Adam, but does that mean we can’t enjoy ourselves a little?” She had a way of saying his name that made him long to sweep her into his arms and ride off into the sunset with her. He had visions of walking with her in the moonlight along a Jamaican beach, stopping frequently to kiss her full lips and admire her beautiful body with all its brown curves barely covered by a thong bikini. She tugged at his hand. “Hey, Adam! You still in there?” He blinked the fantasy away and looked at her. “What?” “You’ve refused to go skiing or do anything else with me!” she complained. “There’s a dance in the lounge tonight. Say you’ll go.” “What kind of dance?” he asked, resisting her efforts to pull him from his chair. He was so aroused, he feared she couldn’t help but notice once he rose. Without being vain, he knew most women found the size of his erect cock impressive. She grinned down at him. “Your kind. Slow and oh so close together.” He loved holding his woman in his arms while soft, suggestive music provided a seductive background. Dancing slow and close together, he and his partner, Bethnae, could lose themselves in a world all of their own. With her held close in his arms he could pretend there was no Todd or other more suitable man waiting to take her away from him. “Slow and close together,” she repeated, winking at him. Okay. It was not his imagination. She was flirting with him! Was it possible that the obsession or at least interest wasn’t all on his side? She tugged at his hand again. “Are you coming?” He stared up into her pretty face. How young and sexy she looked. Too young and sexy for him. Still when he was with her, he no longer felt daunted by the prospect of getting serious about another woman. His marriage of five years had ended several years earlier when he’d come home early and found his wife with another man. He hadn’t been in love or even in lust with her anymore, so her infidelity had injured his pride more than bruised his heart. Nevertheless, he found it difficult to trust women after that and had avoided all but one-night stands since. But lately he was lonely and wanted more than just overly casual sex with a succession of women with whom he felt no emotional attachment. He was at the point in his life where he wanted love and affection with the passion.

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His desire to share those emotions and needs with Beth were so deeply felt, sex with another woman seemed like a waste of energy and a study in frustration. “Oh, come on, Adam. It’ll be fun.” “Fun?” Saying a platonic good night after slow dancing with her would be impossible. There wouldn’t be enough cold water in the whole country to cool him off. If he slow danced with her, he’d have to have her in his bed that night. Period. “I don’t think so, Bethnae.” She gave him a mischievous smile, her dark eyes shooting sparks at him. “You can pretend that I’m your lady love.” He swallowed slowly. The desire to sweep her up into his arms was strong, but he resisted it. She was going to have to be clear she shared his interest before he made a move. “Meaning what?” She hesitated briefly, then struggled. “Meaning I’m sure you know how to get as much as possible out of a slow dance in a dimly lit room with a woman in your arms who doesn’t mind being there at least for a few dances.” At least for a few dances? He crashed back down to earth. So much for his hope of spending the night buried to the hilt in her. “I haven’t got a particular lady love at the moment,” he said coolly, feeling she’d played him like for a sucker. She’d deliberately excited him with hints that she was interested in him and then pulled the damn rug out from under his feet, landing him on his ass. To his surprise, instead of taking exception to his tone or the cold look he gave her, she smiled. “Good!” “How the hell is that good?” he snapped, uncaring that he was behaving with ill grace. If she were going around arousing a man and then tossing cold water in his face, she’d have to expect a few evil looks. Hell, she was lucky he hadn’t been reduced to turning the air blue with a string of profanity. “It’s good because there’ll be no one to object when we spend the night dancing—slow and close together.” She gave his hand a squeeze and smiled down at him. “Doesn’t that sound like a plan? You’ll come?” He stared up at her. His desire for her left him feeling helpless, weak, and so hungry for her he could almost taste his need for her. Giving into his foul mood, he decided it was time to force her to either put up or stop jerking his damned chain. “Have you considered that it might not be wise to start anything you’re not prepared to finish, Beth?” “What do you mean?” “You’re an intelligent woman. What do you think I mean?”

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He watched, his jaw clenching as the tip of her tongue peeked between her full lips to outline her mouth. “I think you should know, Adam that I am fully prepared to finish anything I start…anything.” He sucked in a deep breath, maintaining her gaze. “I’m not some boy you can play games with, Beth.” She surprised him by releasing his hand and stepping close, placing one leg on either side of his so that, although still standing, she straddled him. He swallowed hard and stared up at her. “You are clearly confusing me with some silly little girl. I think I should make something perfectly clear. I am a woman who knows what she wants and am prepared to do whatever is necessary to get it.” His hands itched to close on her hips and pull her onto his lap. “I hope you mean that because I intend to hold you to, not only your word, but all these…innuendoes.” “Innuendoes? Apparently I still haven’t made myself clear.” She smiled and slowly sank down onto his lap. He stiffened, feeling the heat rise up the back of his neck. Seated as she was, she couldn’t help but feel his hard, aching cock pulsing under her. Locking her gaze with his, she deliberately wiggled her luscious ass against his cock. He swore softly. Smiling, she linked her arms around his neck. “Now. Is this clear enough for you that I am prepare to finish anything we start?” As if they had a mind of his own, his hands closed around her waist. He barely managed to resist the urge to lean forward to press his face against her breasts. He contented himself with stroking his hands along her ass. “Damn, Beth!” “I’ll take that as a yes.” She stroked her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “So. Now that we have that out of the way, would you like to come slow dancing with me?” “I would love to slow dance with you,” he admitted. A warm smile spread across her lovely face. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” They stared at each other in silence for several long, potent moments. She took one of his hands from her ass to place it between their bodies, against her breasts. “So…we’re going to slow dance and see where it leads us?”

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“I know where it’s going to lead,” he said, his voice low and brusque. “And if you’re not ready for that you’d better—” She moved his hand from her breasts down over her stomach, stopping with it between her legs, under her skirt. “Does this feel like I’m not ready?” Tightening his free hand against her waist, he slid the fingers of his other hand along the top of her panties. He dipped a finger inside, stroking her public hair. “If you’re not ready this minute, you’d better get off my lap—now.” Moving against his fingers, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his cheek in a kiss that was as sensual as any he’d ever felt against his lips. “I like it on your lap,” she whispered the words against his ear. Oh, hell, the temptation to turn his head and devour her lips almost made him light headed. But if he gave into temptation now, they’d never make it out of the room. He definitely wanted to make love to her as soon as possible, but the thought of slow dancing with her first, as his passion and anticipation built was enchanting as well. “Beth…if you keep moving on my lap like this, you’ll make me...” She lifted her head and looked at him, linking her arms around his neck again. “I’ll make you what? Come?” “Shit!” She laughed and kissed his cheek again, this time moving her lips so close, they nearly touched the corner of his mouth. “Isn’t it clear to you by now that I have every intention of making you come, Adam?” He sucked in a breath and waited, eager for his first taste of her lips. After a tense moment, she straightened and smiled at him, her dark, silky lashes concealing the expression in hers eyes. “But first things first. Dancing first…other things later.” He stared at her, uncertain and uncaring what his gaze might reveal. “I’m going to change into something suitable for slow dancing and then I’ll see you in the main lounge in an hour or so?” He nodded mutely. “Okay. Here’s a taste of what you’ll get later.” She rose and took his hand in hers again. Lifting the skirt of her dress, she placed his hand against her stomach.

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He cupped a palm over her ass and pulled her closer. He slipped his other hand inside her panties, in search of her opening. When he found it, he stroked his fingers between the lips of her folds. Finding her warm and wet, he was hard press not pin her against the wall and–impale her on his cock. She made a small, pleased sound, but gave a little shake of her head, and stepped back. “Soon,” she promised in a soft, breathless voice. He nodded again, afraid that if he moved or spoke, he’d lose what little control he still retained. An image of how sweet it would be to reach out, snatch her into his arms, drag her down to the carpet, and plunger her lips as he shot his aching cock deep inside her tortured him. He sucked in a deep breath. She gave him another seductive smile and turned towards the door. His gaze shifted to her lower body. She had long, lovely legs. But damn she had a nice ass, round and so enticingly padded. He loved the way it moved as she walked. He waited until she left the room before he rose and headed to the bathroom. He undressed and turned the water on in the shower. Adjusting the spray until it ran cool, he stepped inside. After allowing the water to cascade over his body for a few moments, he reached for the soap, closed his eyes, thought of Bethnae, and slowly pleasured himself, imaging the hands on his body were hers instead of his own. He imagined her kissing his lips and running her hands over his chest and abs and down to his hard length. Then he pictured her kneeling in front of him, water cascading over her beautiful dark body as she slowly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cock. The image of her full lips stretched over his cock was enough to make him come quickly and explosively. Breathing deeply, he soaped his cock and balls and masturbated again. He closed his eyes, savoring the thought of taking her in the shower from behind, holding her breasts in his hands as he thrust into her warm, moist body, slowly filling her pussy with his full, hard length. He shuddered and came again. Then shaking from his climax, he adjusted the water until it was unpleasantly cold enough to cool his passions. He showered and dressed. Then it was time to go slow dancing with Bethnae. And later, when they’d had their passions sufficiently aroused, the night would end with their performing the ultimate dance.

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Chapter Two

Half an hour later, standing in the doorway of the main lounge, he spotted her at the other end of the room. She wore a soft pink, clinging dress that complimented her beautiful skin tone and hugged her lovely ass. A man stood on either side of her. His lips tightened. He’d had enough of her flirting with other men. Keeping a firm grip on his temper, he stalked across the room. He placed a hand on her bare shoulder and gave the two men cool smiles. “Sorry, gentlemen, but she’s with me.” She turned, a look of welcome leaping into her dark eyes. Her lips curved into a sweet, seductive smile. “There you are, Adam!” Nodding at the two men, he slid his hand down her back to her waist, took her in his arms, and swept her onto the dance floor. She placed her hands under his jacket, against his chest, and smiled up at him. “Was that a hint of jealousy I detected in your attitude?” He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer. “Was there a reason for me to be jealous?” She shook her head, tiny lights dancing in the depths of dark gaze. Her hands trailed up his chest, coming to rest against his nape. “I always keep my promises and I’ve reserved tonight for you.” Her breasts, barely covered by the bodice of her dress, pressed against his chest. He sucked in a breath. The desire to take her to his room, suck her breasts, and fuck her made him almost dizzy. His cock hardened and he barely overcame the desire to pull her even closer so she couldn’t help but feel him swelling and lengthening against her. If she thought he was going to be satisfied with a single night with her, she was going to be in for a rude awakening. “Adam?” He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk.” “Why not?” Because he was afraid he’d get crude and tell her how badly he wanted to fuck her until she walked wide legged. “Let’s just dance.”

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She stared into his eyes. “But we’re going to have to talk sooner or later, Adam. The time when we can keep pretending is gone.” “Who the hell is pretending? You know my plans for the night. The only question is which room you want to use—yours or mine.” “Who cares…as long as we share it? Right?” Damn straight. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder. “I like how dancing slow and together with you make me feel.” He pressed his lips against her ear. “How does it make you feel?” She rubbed her breasts against him. “Hot.” He tightened his arm around her waist, pressing his lower body against hers. She could probably feel his cock, but he no longer cared. Soon she would be feeling it sliding between her long legs and into her pussy. He closed his eyes and savored the delight of holding her so intimately. Soon the reality of the fourteen-year difference in their ages intruded in his thoughts. That age difference was one of the reasons he’d never asked her out. Well, that and the fact that there was always a steady supply of younger and smoother talking men eagerly waiting in line to take her out. Then there was the small matter of their color difference. He frowned. Clearly, he’d been a fool to worry about that. Judging by the way she responded to his cock pressing against her by slowly rotating her hips, it was no more an issue for her than it was for him. That only left the question of why she’d want a relationship with a divorced man who, despite being married for five years, felt like a clumsy, tongue-tied teenager in her presence? And like a teenager, he hungered for sex with her with an intensity he could no longer deny or control. But then she was so lovely, he was certain every man who looked at her were plagued by an overwhelming lust…like the men she’d stop to chat with after her run on the slopes. “So who was he?” She lifted her head from his shoulder, treating him to a lovely smile. “Who was who?” He tried unsuccessfully to look away from her deep, bewitching gaze and the promise of a long night of passion burning there. “The man I saw you talking to this afternoon.” “What man?” “Actually there were two, not to mention the two leeches I just snatched you away from.” “I don’t like to settle for second best. When you wouldn’t come with me, I went skiing alone.” “Who were the men at the bottom of the slope?”

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She arched a brow. “Were you watching me in a jealous fit?” To his annoyance, he felt his face heating up. “I was not watching you! I just got up to stretch and happened to see you. Who were they?” “I don’t know. They just wanted to know what the skiing was like.” He shook his head. How could a woman so lovely not realize how she effected the male population? “They wanted more than information on ski conditions.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter because that’s all they got.” She stroked her hands along his shoulders. “You, on the other hand, are going to get a lot more than that.” “God, I hope so!” He groaned. She laughed. “If you were watching, why didn’t you come join me, Adam?” “I wasn’t watching you! I was taking a break.” “Oh?” Her smile and voice conveyed her disbelief. What was the point in denying the obvious now when he’d already revealed so much? “Okay, so I was watching you.” “Why?” “Why do you think? Do you have any idea how…sexy and beautiful you are?” Her eyes sparkled. “I’m glad you think so. And it would have been very nice to have you take a break with me…instead of watching in a jealous fit. There’s no need to be jealous, Adam…not when you can…sample everything I have tonight.” He caught his breath. He planned on taking more than a sample. “Oh, damn, Beth, you’re making me hard.” “Making you hard?” She wiggled her hips against his. “Unless that’s a flashlight along the side of your leg, you are already like I want you—nice and hard.” “And are you like I’m going to need you to be? Wet and willing?” She didn’t answer and for a moment he thought she hadn’t heard him. Then she sighed softly, slipped her arms around his waist, and pressed closer in his arms. “Yes…wet, willing, and very ready.” He felt her rapid heartbeat and knew he’d nearly reached the end of his endurance. “Before we go any further, I need to know that you’re sure about this. You’re not just teasing me?” He became aware that the music had stopped and he and Beth were the only couple remaining on the floor. Keeping an arm around her waist, he led her off the dance floor. Standing along a wall, he stared at her.

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“Teasing you? If I were any wetter, more willing, and ready for you, Adam, I’d tackle you and have my way with you…all night long.” “That can be arranged.” She smiled. “You know, Adam, we only have two days left here.” “I know.” He spoke softly, thinking how much he wanted to tip her chin up and kiss her until they were both breathless. “And we haven’t done anything together except work.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled provocatively up at him. “And you know what all work and no hanky panky makes Adam.” He wondered if she could feel his heart thumping against her breasts. “But Adam definitely plans to get up to hanky panky very shortly. What would you like to do tomorrow after a long, sweaty night of hanky panky?” “Well...I don’t know. I... no, that’s not true.” She raised her head and met his gaze. “I do know. I want to play tennis with you...go horseback riding, ski, swim, talk...nothing in particular...but... everything.” He caressed her cheeks, losing himself in her dark gaze. He thought of Todd Martin, the young engineer who was currently wooing her. What could he offer her that Todd couldn’t? The answer was a raging lust inspired by his feelings for her. No doubt Todd Martin wanted her too, but that was too damned bad. He had her and he was not about to let her go. He loosened his embrace so that he could no longer feel her breasts pressing so enticingly against his chest. “Even if there were time for it, we couldn’t do all those things here. There isn’t time.” “Why not?” “Because I plan to spend most of our remaining time engaged in hanky panky.” She turned her head and kissed his palm. “Are you going to talk about it or are you actually planning to do it?” His cock throbbed. He released her. “Your room or mine?” Smiling, she laced her fingers through his. “Hmmm. Mine.” “Why yours?” he asked, curious at the tiny lights dancing in her eyes. “Why not?” When he parted his lips, she pressed her fingers against his lips. “Let’s just go, Adam.” Eager to make love to her, he led her out into the hall. Outside her bedroom door, she gave him a slow, provocative smile. She wrapped his tie around her hand. “I hope you had your Wheaties this morning because it’s time to show me what you’re working with.”

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He nibbled at her ear. “I intend to.” She handed him her keycard. He took it and opened the door. He followed her inside and stood with his back against the closed door. She turned to look at him. “Would you like a drink?” “No.” His voice sounded strained and unsteady. He cleared his throat. “Not unless you’re asking if I want a drink of you.” “And just how could you drink me?” He stared at her. “I’d drink from the fountain between your legs. By now I’m hoping it’s gushing.” He watched faint red spots appear on her cheeks. He titled his head. “Is that too graphic for you, Beth?” She wet her lips and shook her head. “I’m a big girl and I’m feeling very naughty. You can’t possibly get too graphic for me. I don’t mind what you say...as long as you deliver. Now. Can I get you a drink?” “I already told you the only drink I’m interested in. If you want to take off your clothes, part your legs, and give me a long drink of your natural juices, I’m more than ready to quench my thirst for you.” He saw her gaze drop to his groin, where the evidence of his arousal was clear in the form of the bulge between his legs. She took a deep breath before bringing her gaze back to his. “Why don’t you take off your clothes first?” She pointed to a chair by the window. “And sit there. Then we’ll get down to hanky panky.” He didn’t move. “Are you sure about this? It’s almost too late to change your mind.” “I have no desire to change by mind. But what about you?” She tilted her head, studying him. “You know what they say, don’t you?” “About what?” “Sex with a black woman.” He arched a brow. “You mean about once you go black, you never go back?” “Have you already gone black?” “Have I made love with a black woman?” He shook his head. “No and I don’t believe that saying…unless you’re the woman in question.” She laughed. “Well I am the woman in question. So you want to put the theory to the test?” “Yes.” He moved away from the door and quickly pulled off his clothes. When he stood before her, naked with his cock pointing upward, past his navel, he smiled at the way her eyes widened.

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“Oh...my, Adam.” She crossed the room and cupped a hand over his cock and balls. Staring into his eyes, she smiled. “Nice…very nice…impressive.” A jolt of pleasure danced down his spine at the feel of her hand on him. “You’re going to love the way it feels sliding in and out of your pussy.” He cupped his hands over her ass and pulled her close. Nibbling at her lips, he ground his hips against hers. She trembled. “I’ve never doubted that.” she moaned. When he moved his hands to the back of her dress, she shook her head and danced out of his arms. He frowned. “Don’t play games with me, Beth...or—” “Or what?” “Or I’ll take what you’ve been promising me all night!” he snapped, annoyed and frustrated. She arched a brow and considered him in silence. Realizing he’d just threatened to take her by force, he swallowed hard and raked a hand through his hair. “Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” “Oh, I think maybe you did.” He narrowed his gaze and shrugged. “Then don’t play with me, Beth. Give me what I need.” “I intend to.” She pointed to the chair. “Sit.” He retrieved a condom from his wallet before moving across the room to sit in the chair. Rubbing his aching cock, he slid on the condom. Centering her gaze on his groin, she kicked off her shoes. Her hose followed. Then she turned her back to him and pulled her dress over her head. She tossed the dress aside and glanced at him over her left shoulder. He took a deep breath, drinking in the lovely picture she made standing there with her big, brown bare ass beckoning to his hands. She didn’t have a stitch on under her dress. Rotating her hips, she crossed one hand over her breasts while sliding the other between her legs. She slowly turned to face him. As he locked his gaze on her, she dropped both her hands, revealing her large, lovely breasts, the size of small grapefruits. Her aureoles were large and several shades darker than the color of her breasts. They were going to taste exquisite. He lowered his gaze. Thick, dark hair surrounded her pussy. He nearly came, when she reached down a hand and parted the folds, revealing the pink lushness within. “Do you like the view?” He nodded. “Oh, hell yeah.”

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She smiled. “As you can see and will soon feel, I am ready for you.” He gently pumped his cock. “Then bring your sweet brown ass over here.” She licked her lips. “Get ready, handsome. One sweet, brown ass coming your way.” She slowly crossed the room. As she had done earlier, she placed one, long leg on either side of his thighs. Taking his hands, she placed them on her ass. “Oh, damn, you have a nice ass,” he told her. She smiled. “I have an even nicer pussy.” Reaching down to cup her palm around his cock, she bent her knees, and lowered her body. “It’s wet, tight, and all yours.” She stopped with her entrance a breath away from the head of his cock. He swallowed, his breathing uneven, his cock so hard it hurt. “Don’t stop now, baby.” Using her other hand, she parted the lips of her sex, pressed the head of his cock against her, and smiling down at him, she moved her hips. The head of his cock slid upward, lodging just inside her entrance as she locked her knees. He froze, afraid that if he moved, he’d snatch her hips down, ram his own upward, and be balls deep inside her within seconds. That would be sweet, but he wanted their first time to be special, not a slam-bam-thank you, ma’am type deal. So he would allow her to set the pace—at least for as long as he could. Breathing slowly, she eased her hips down, allowing several inches of his cock to slide up into her pussy. “Hmmm.” She smiled. “Hmmm.” Wigging her hips, she took a deep breath and sat down on his lap, forcing the remaining inches of his cock into her. “Oh…my…I knew you would feel good and so right inside me…but I didn’t know it would feel this wonderful.” He shared her wonder. She was tight, hot, and so wet...and so much sweeter than he’d imagined. Her pussy fit around his cock as if they were two parts of one whole. He closed his eyes to savor the delight of being inside her. He opened his eyes when he felt her fingers moving between her wet folds. She slid them up the length of her slit several times before she moved them from her pussy and pressed them against his lips. “Taste how good it feels.” He opened his mouth, relishing the aroma and flavor of her juices on his lips. Holding his cock still in her, he nibbled at her fingers. “I’ve never tasted anything half as sweet as your pussy juices.” She leaned forward, linking her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest. “Imagine how good my pussy is going to taste after you make me come.” He stared into her eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

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She moved restlessly on his lap. “With a cock full of pussy, I’m hardly in any position to stop you. You can do anything you want and all I’ll be able to do is take it.” So it was like that? His luscious, sweet nymph liked it a little kinky? Sliding his hands around her body, he cupped her ass and pushed his hips forward. She shivered. “Oh…hell…your cock feels so good, Adam. So good.” Slowly sliding in and out of her, he watched her lick her lips and then placing her hands on his shoulders, she began bouncing up and down on his lap. She moaned softly each time his cock slid balls deep in her clinging cunt. “Oh, damn, baby, you’re so sweet.” She smiled at him. “Good pussy, huh?” He slapped her right cheek. “Excellent pussy…delicious pussy…the best pussy I’ve ever had.” “I’ll bet you say that to all the women.” “No! No, I don’t. I’ve never said it to anyone else.” “Surely you’ve said it to your ex.” “No. She was…graphic sex talk turned her off.” “More fool her,” she said. “You are far sweeter than I’d hoped and I feel so lucky to be here with you. You can say anything you like to me.” She curled her fingers in his hair, leaned forward, and pressed her lips against his. With their lips locked together and their tongues tangling, he clasped one arm around her waist, leaving his other hand free to rain sharp blows against her ass as they began to fuck. He wanted their first time to be slow and totally satisfying for her, but he’d wanted her for so long, that within a few strokes, he found himself fighting hard not to come before she did. She made that difficult. He loved how uninhibited she was, meeting him stroke for stroke and moaning against his lips each time he thrust back into her and slapped her ass. She was an involved as he was, holding nothing of herself back. As he devoured her lips, he moved his hands to her ass. He smiled with satisfaction as she moaned. He gently parted her cheeks and slid a finger down her crack to press against her puckered hole. She pulled her mouth away from his and looked at him with her dark eyes full of desire. “Oooh.” “Do you like this?” He asked, rubbing his finger against her tight anus. “Yes…oh, yes, Adam!”

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He could feel the tension building in her as he played with her forbidden hole. Or was it really forbidden? About to explode, he pressed hard against her, forcing the tip of his finger in her ass up to the first joint. She cried out, then shuddered. “Ooooh.” Keeping her breasts against his chest and moving wildly on his lap, she tightened her anal muscles around his finger and her pussy around his cock like a moist vice. The last of his control snapping, he groaned and came, pumping his hips wildly. To his relief, as he clutched his hand over her ass and fucked into her cunt with deep, powerful strokes, she cried out, and exploded around him. They clung together, moaning and groaning as the aftermath of their first fuck washed over them with an intensity that was almost unbearable. When the last shudder left his body, he eased his finger out of her ass and collapsed against the chair, his lips against her neck, his cock still inside her. She sighed and laid her head against him. “Do you know what made my pussy so good?” He smiled, amused at her confidence. “No. What?” She lifted her head and looked at him. “Being filled with your big, hard cock.” She stroked her fingers over his shoulders. “There’s nothing in the world half as delicious as a big cock attached to a handsome man who knows how to please a woman.” Although flattered she thought of him as handsome, her words gave him pause. He didn’t want this to be just sex for her. “Am I just a big cock to you, Beth?” “No! Oh, no! If all I wanted was a big cock, I wouldn’t be so horny now. A big cock is only irresistible when it’s attached to the right body—yours.” “Do you mean that?” “Yes!” He leaned forward and gently sucked at her nipples. “You are so sweet.” She smiled, stroking a finger down his cheek. “So are you and this…being with you like this is beyond sweet.” “Then you’re not sorry?” “How can I be sorry when I’ve...no. I’m not sorry.” “What were you going to say?” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.” “It does to me. I don’t just want sex with you. I want to know you…what you want...think…and feel.” “What I want right now–I’m very happy to be with you.”

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Chapter Three

Bethnae eased out of bed in her moonlit bedroom and quietly padded into the adjourning bathroom. She eased the door shut and stepped into the shower. As the water cascaded over her body, she smiled, recalling the pleasure of Adam’s hands touching and caressing her as he made love to her. She frowned. Love? Had he made love to her or had he had sex with her? The sex between them had been amazing. But he’d given her no reason to believe what they had shared was anything but very good sex. Very good sex with a handsome, charismatic man didn’t come easy and many women would no doubt be satisfied with that alone. After waiting for him to notice her for so long, she wanted more. Would she get more? She gave a small shake of her head. Yes she would—no matter what she had to do to achieve her goal. She felt a cool breeze on her back. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Adam. Naked and aroused, he stepped into the shower with her, closing the door. She leaned back against him as he cupped his hands over her breasts and held her close. “And just what brings you in here invading my personal space, Adam? What’s on your mind?” He pressed his warm lips against her cheek. “Making love to you.” “Making love to me or…fucking me?” “Both.” He gently squeezed her breasts. “Are you interested?” She titled her head and sighed with pleasure as he rained kisses on her neck. “Yes.” He slid a hand down to cup her mounds. “In which one?” She reached back to fondle his cock. “I’m interested in whatever you want to do to and with me, handsome.” He turned her to face him. “Anything?” She arched a brow. “Okay, maybe I’d better qualify that anything. What do you have in mind?” He slipped his arms around her, resting his warm palms on her buttocks. “You have a lovely ass.” She looked in his eyes. “What are you asking?”

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He pulled her close, allowing him to nibble at her neck. “I’d love to have carnal knowledge of your lovely ass.” She shivered. The desire to surrender her one remaining prize to him was tempting, but she pulled away from him. Meeting his gaze, she shook her head. He moved closer and stroked her ass, sending a tingle of desire through her. “Why not? I’ll be gentle.” Her mother’s insistence that a man didn’t respect and would never love a woman who he could have anal sex with her without a permanent commitment had rang true with her. Allowing Adam’s finger up her ass was as close as she’d ever allowed any man to come to taking her anal virginity. She wasn’t about to allow him or any other man to fuck her ass. But if he wanted to make anal love to her, he was going to need to give her a compelling reason for that final surrender. “I’ve never…no one’s ever been…up there.” He sucked in a breath. “Never?” She heard the excitement in his voice and saw the light of hunger in his gray gaze. Now that he knew she was an anal virgin, was he going to develop an obsession with her ass? “Never.” She touched his chest. “And that’s not going to be changing this weekend, Adam.” He stroked her cheek. “Does the idea disgust you?” “No.” She couldn’t imagine anything he wanted to do with her causing that reaction. “It’s just not going to happen. Can’t we leave it at that? There are all kinds of other pleasure we can share.” “We will share them, Beth, but I want your ass too.” The muscles in her stomach clenched and tightened. She linked her arms around his neck, rubbing her pussy against his eject cock. “Would you settle for a condomless pussy fuck instead?” He stared down at her. “With me pulling out before I come?” She rotated her hips against his, loving the feel of his big shaft against her body. “Didn’t I make myself clear? By condomless, I mean I want you to come in me…deep in my pussy…then you can eat me and taste how good we are together.” “As tempting as that invitation is, Beth, I’m a little too old to behave so irresponsibly.” “How often do you make love without a condom?” “I haven’t made love without one for almost eight years.” “Almost eight years? But what about your wife? You’ve only been divorced five years.” He shrugged. “After about two and a half years, my wife decided she didn’t want any kids. So I started using a condom…even though she was on the pill.”

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Noting the sudden tension in his body, she decided they had least one thing in common besides sex. He shared her desire to be a parent. She stroked his cheek. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. So we should be okay…health wise.” He stared at her, tiny lights dancing in his gray gaze. “You’ve never had a man’s bare cock in you and never had cum in your pussy?” “Yours will be the first naked cock in me and the first cum in me.” With the water still cascading over them, she leaned back against the wall, took his cock in her hand, and brought it to rest against her pussy. “That is if you’re interested.” The words had barely left her mouth before he gripped her hips and shoved his hips forward. “Oooh! Adam!” His big, bare cock parted her wet folds before sliding into her pussy. A jolt of incredible pleasure shook her body at the invasion of his big, warm shaft. “Oh my God, Adam!” She clutched at his ass, pulling him closer until they were groin to groin and he was balls deep in her. She tossed her head back and stared up at him. “I had no idea…a naked cock could feel this…delicious.” He laughed and slapped her ass. “It’s delicious because your pussy is so hot, moist, tight, and sweet.” He stared down into her eyes. “But this isn’t just about sex, Beth. This is so special because I’m sharing it with you.” His words warmed her. “You are just as sweet as I always knew you’d be.” “You’ve thought about me before this weekend?” He sounded surprised. “Of course I have. I came up here prepared to seduce you.” “You did?” “Yes, but I’m really not interested in conversation at the moment.” She smiled and wiggled her hips. “Know what I mean?” “Oh, yeah, baby!” Pressing his body against her, his lips descended on hers. Caressing her back and ass, he withdrew and then eased his cock back into her. She moaned against his lips, as a slow fire built in the pit of her stomach. As he kissed and fucked her with a leisurely hunger, it spread down her body to her cunt. Having him inside her without a condom created a sweet heat that quickly incinerated conscious thought. Her entire world and happiness centered around him and the extreme pleasure they shared. Her climax thundered through her with the debilitating power of a gale force wind. She clung to him, raking her nails down his back as she arched her body into his, and gasped, her pussy convulsing wildly.

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He pulled his mouth away from hers. “Oh, hell, baby!” Thrusting her back against the tiles, he slammed his hips against hers in a frenzy of desire until he groaned, and then exploded inside her. He clamped his hands on her hips and ground his groin against her as he shot the last of his cum into her. As she held him, he leaned against her, breathing deeply for several long moments. Finally, he lifted his head and looked at her. “I guess this is a fine time to ask if you’re on the pill.” “The pill? No, I’m on the patch,” she said of another contraceptive device. “And you’re right, this is a fine time to ask.” She rotated her hips. “After I’m full of your cum.” He stroked her cheek. “Do you have any idea how exciting it is to know you are full of my cum?” “Exciting enough for you to eat me?” He responded by reaching around her to turn off the water. He opened the shower door and lifted her in his arms. “One pussy licking coming up, baby.”

When Beth woke late the next morning, she was alone in the room. She showered, dressed, and went in search of Adam. He was in his room, seated at his desk in front of his laptop. He looked up and rose when she entered, his lips curving in a smile. “Hi.” Remembering the heated passion they had shared late into the previous night, her cheeks warmed. She leaned back against the closed door. “Hi. Why didn’t you wake me when you left?” He shrugged. “I’m dog tired, but we have to get this done. I saw no reason for both of us to work while tired.” She smiled. “That will teach you not to mix business with pleasure.” His smile vanished. “Do you regret last night?” She shook her head. How could a handsome, sexy man be so unsure of his attraction to women in general and to her in particular? She crossed the room to link her arms around his neck. “Do you?” “No.” “Neither do I. I’m a reasonably intelligent adult, Adam. Nothing happened last night that I haven’t wanted for a very long time.” She felt his body relax against hers. He hugged her, pressing his lips against her cheek. “Damn! I wish I’d known that. I’ve been eating my heart out for you since the moment I set eyes on you.” She pulled away from him to look in his gorgeous gray eyes. “You have? But why didn’t you ever hint or ask me out?”

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“I couldn’t. What if you weren’t interested? Where would that have left us? I might have found myself facing a sexual harassment law suit.” She arched a brow, smiling slightly. “You still might.” He stiffened and released her. “What! On what grounds?” She studied him in silence for several moments, noting the look of dismay on his handsome face before she took pity on him. She linked her arms around his neck again. “On the grounds that you made me wait five long, lonely years before giving me what I’ve wanted from the moment we met.“ He laughed and hugged her. “Oh, damn, Beth, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” She stroked her fingers through his hair. “So where do we go from here?” “I know where I’d like to go.” “Where?” “Up your luscious ass.” She shivered. “Get your mind off my ass. I meant relationship wise, Adam. What do you want from me besides my ass, which you are not getting by the way.” Keeping his arms around her waist, he eased his upper body away from hers so he could look in her eyes. “I will get your ass,” he told her softly. “But as for what else I want from you, isn’t that obvious?” “Not very.” “What do you want from me, Beth?” “I asked you first.” He slid his hands from her waist to cup over her ass. “In addition to this, I want far more than just weekend sex with you.” She moistened her lips. “How much more?” He bent his head to brush his lips against hers. “How much more can you handle?” She slipped her arms around him. “That depends on what you’re offering.” He lifted his head. “What about Todd Martin?” “What about him?” “Are you and he—?” “No. Todd is very sweet, but he’s almost a boy. And I have no use for a boy, Adam. I want—I need a man in my life, heart, and bed.” She took a deep breath. There. She’d come as close to revealing her true feelings for him as she planned to without some sign he shared her feelings. “I’m a man.”

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“Yes, you are. So what do you want to do about it?” “I want you to be my woman.” She moistened her lips. “For how long?” “Forever.” She blinked, her heart racing. “In what…capacity?” She watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down before he spoke again. “I’m a little too old to be satisfied with a girlfriend or live in or out lover.” “What does that leave?” “In my situation a man is usually prepared to...” He cupped his palms over her cheeks. “I know this is too soon, but…will you marry me?” “Why?” The word came out in a low, husky voice. “Why does any man ask a woman to marry him?” She balled a hand into a fist and hit it against his shoulder. “I don’t care why any man does anything. I want to know why you’re asking me to marry you!” “Because I’m in love with you! I have been for the last two years.” She closed her eyes on the sudden tears and pressed her cheek against his chest. “Oh, thank, God!” Recalling her misery of the last three years, she lifted her head and glared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She demanded. He rubbed a thumb against her lips. “Oh, but I’m certain I told you so several times last night,” he contradicted. She frowned. While he had eaten her the previous night, he had mumbled several things she couldn’t understand. At the time, she’d been too close to her climax to ask him to repeat himself. “Last night didn’t count!” she muttered. “Why not?” “Why didn’t you tell me before last night? I’ve spent the two years trying to figure out ways to make you notice me. I’d almost lost hope. Why didn’t you tell me?” He treated her to an amused smile. “This is a new century, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I couldn’t!” “I wished you had. It would have saved me so many sleepless nights. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I never saw anything in your behavior to suggest that you were even aware of me as a man. Besides I thought I was too old for you—”

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“Hold it right there, Adam. I’ll decide who is or isn’t too old for me. I want you and damn you I intend to have you! So don’t you give me any grief!” “You can have me, baby. So. You never answered. Will you marry me?” She responded by taking his hand and leading him over to the bed. She pushed him until he sat down. Then, with him watching, she slowly undressed, revealing the hot pink teddy she’d bought with him in mind. It left her breasts exposed. Placing her hands on her nether cheeks, she slowly turned until her back was to him. She smiled when she heard him catch his breath. The top of the teddy ended just above her bare ass. She wiggled her cheeks at him. “I’ve been saving this just for you.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. His gray gaze was riveted on her butt. “Get the lube Adam and I’ll give you just a taste of what you’re going to get on the honeymoon.” “Oh, damn!” He exploded off the bed, swung her around to face him, and enclosed her in a bear hug. “You are so beautiful…sweet and sexy and I love you so much!” She pressed a warm kiss against his lips. “I love you too, handsome. Now are you interested in getting carnal knowledge of my luscious ass?” To her surprise, he hesitated before replying. “Are you sure about this, Beth?” She frowned. “Haven’t we already discussed how I’m old enough to know what I want and to mean what I say?” “Yes, I know, but I’m just wondering why you changed your mind.” She sighed. “You changed my mind.” “How?” “When you said you loved me…and asked me to marry you. I was determined not to surrender my anal virginity to any Tom, Dick, or Adam who winked and waved a big dick at me. He’d…you’d have to be prepared to make the ultimate commitment to me. You’ve done that. So there’s no reason to withhold my last treasure from you—the man I am so madly in love with. So do you want to talk or do you want to say hello to my ass?” “Here I come, baby!” He took her hand and led her over to the chair. Bending her over it, he went into the bathroom. When he returned, he was naked and a condom covered his erect cock. She closed her eyes and shivered with anticipation as he used first one finger and then another to lube her ass. When she felt his warm lips moving against her cheeks, as his hands parted them, she took a deep breath.

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Then he rose. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her backdoor. Tingling with anticipation, she thrust back her hips, eager to share the intimate and new pleasure with him. The big, warm head pierced her bottom. Her pussy filled with moisture and her heart racing, she reached back to hold her cheeks apart, as she offered him the final sweet surrender.

The End