by Marie Force
“That and not much else.”
“That’s all we need.”
Tiffany directed him to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.
Blaine kicked the door open and deposited her gently in the middle of the king-size bed.
The silk robe pooled beneath her ultrasensitive skin as his eyes took a leisurely journey from her face to her breasts to her belly and below. Heat rushed through her, stealing her breath as she watched him peel off his uniform shirt, exposing a most excellent chest. He was lean and muscular but not bulky. His chest was covered by the perfect amount of golden hair that made a tantalizing trail into brown uniform pants, where an impressive bulge marked the front. Tiffany stared at that bulge, desperate to see all of him.
“Raise your knees,” he said as he reached for his belt buckle.
Tentatively, Tiffany did as he’d asked.
“Now slide your feet apart.” He watched her every move while unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “More.”
Tiffany moved her feet until her legs were as far apart as she could get them. Her thighs quivered with anticipation as she waited to see what he’d do next. The breeze from the ceiling fan fluttered against her heated flesh, and she fought for every breath. She felt exposed and vulnerable but completely safe.
Leaving his pants open and hanging from narrow hips, he propped a knee on the bed and bent to press his face to her sex. He took a long sniff and exhaled with what sounded like sheer pleasure.
“Strawberry fields forever,” he said as he licked her.
Tiffany fought to stay still as he took another long lick before twirling his talented tongue in circles around her clit. She reached for his hair and buried her fingers in the coarse strands. He had her on the verge of another explosive release with a few more sweeps of his tongue. Her legs closed around his head, and she rode his tongue with total abandon.
He pushed two fingers into her and took her right off the cliff, shrieking like the shameless hussy she became in his presence.
“Mmm,” he said, his lips vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “That’s four. Do I have any rights yet?”
Even though she was gasping for air, she laughed as she said, “Still haven’t decided.”
Kissing his way to her breasts, he looked up at her. “Need more convincing?”
Tiffany nodded and curled one of her legs around him. Using her foot, she pushed his pants down and then went back for his boxers.
Blaine rolled off her. “Let me help you with that.” He pushed off his shorts to expose his erection.
“Oh,” Tiffany said as she took a good look at his long, thick penis. It reminded her of some of the larger dildos she’d stocked in the store, and for a brief, paralyzing moment, she wondered if it would fit inside her.
“See something you like?”
“Maybe.” When he would’ve returned to his position on top of her, she stopped him and rose to her knees, shedding the robe as she went. Bending over him, she peppered his chest with kisses. His soft chest hair brushed against her face as she paid homage to both nipples before dragging her tongue over the defined ridges of his belly. She felt his fingers in her hair, and when he tightened his grip, she could tell she was having the same effect on him that he’d had on her.
Her hair slid through his fingers as she traveled down his long body. She dragged the loose strands over his erection, which drew a moan from him. After she’d teased him with her hair for a few minutes, she ran her hands over his legs, pushing them apart as she went. He watched her every move as she learned the muscular contours and planes of his body. When she had him spread open the way she wanted him, she bent to run her tongue over his balls, back and forth several times before traveling up to his weeping cock. She kept her hands on his thighs and felt each reaction as it traveled through him.
“If you keep that up,” he said through gritted teeth, “we’ll be done before we start.”
“I’ll take my chances.” She looked up at him as she slid her lips over the head and sent her tongue into the salty slit.
“Oh God, Tiff,” he said, his eyes fluttering closed. “That feels so good.”
Emboldened by his surrender and heartened by his use of her nickname, she closed her hand around the base and took him deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue explore as her hand worked him.
His fingers guided her head, and his hips surged, urging her to take him deeper.
Tiffany tried to take as much of him as she could, but he was so big and so thick. Her sex clenched in anticipation.
“Tiffany,” he said, the warning loud and clear.
Despite frequent pleading, Tiffany had only let Jim come in her mouth once, and she’d hated the taste. So she debated about whether to allow it now. For some reason, she felt freer and more uninhibited with this man she barely knew than she ever had with the man she’d married. So when Blaine uttered one more dire warning, Tiffany went for broke, driving him to an explosive finish that filled her mouth and throat with his essence. She swallowed every drop and then licked him clean as he twitched beneath her. Everything about him was different than what she’d known in the past, even his taste.
Like he’d done to her, she kissed her way up his chest until she was stretched out on top of him. His arms closed around her, and his lips skimmed her forehead. “That was incredible,” he said, eyes closed, breathing ragged.
His heart hammered under her ear. “Really?”
“Mmm. The best ever.”
Tiffany smiled against his chest. Even if that wasn’t true, it felt good to be the best at something.
His hands moved slowly over her back, massaging as they went. He cupped her bottom and squeezed. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
Tiffany raised her head to kiss him and laughed when she realized they’d had five orgasms between them but had barely kissed.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his hands kneading her cheeks.
“This turned out to be a pretty good day after all.”
He smiled, and Tiffany was struck by how it softened his normally austere expression. “Do you have to work tomorrow?” he asked.
“At noon. You?”
“Three. Your daughter?”
“With her father for the weekend.”
The implication lingered in the heavy, humid air. They had hours and hours of sensual pleasure ahead. His reawakened erection made its presence known by pressing against her belly.
“That was fast,” Tiffany said.
“All depends on the incentive package.”
Tiffany raised an eyebrow. “And I’m a good incentive package?”
“The best.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip as she recalled his size. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
Under her, Blaine quaked with laughter. “It’ll fit.”
“Are you always so confident?”
“About some things.” He shifted her so she was under him. “About the important things.” Kissing her nose and then her lips, he said, “Hold that thought.” He got up to find his pants and sat on the edge of the bed to put on a condom. “Come here,” he said, crooking his finger.
Every nerve ending in Tiffany’s body was on full alert as she crawled across the bed to him. He arranged her so her legs were once again spread far apart with her feet and bottom at the edge of the mattress. His fingers tested her readiness and found her slippery wet. Blaine brought his moist fingers to his mouth and licked them clean while watching her face to gauge every reaction. Tiffany had never been the focus of such intense concentration, and she quite liked it—until he pressed his hardness against her opening, making her burn as he stretched already-sensitive tissue.
“Relax, honey,” he whispered, bending to lick her nipple as he worked his way slowly inside her. “Let me in.”
Tiffany broke out in a fine sheen of sweat, struggling to relax and grant him entry.
He pushed again, and she cried out. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, concern etched into his handsome face.
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With her hands on his back, she kept him right where he was. “No, don’t stop.” She gritted her teeth and lifted her hips to encourage him to continue, despite the pinch of pain.
Reaching between them, he ran a finger over her core, which sent a gush of liquid heat to help ease his entry. “That’s it,” he whispered against her lips. “That’s my girl.” He kept up a steady rhythm of small movements in and out until she began to yield to him. “So, so tight.”
“Is that good?” she asked, her voice squeaking.
“It’s amazing.”
His hands shifted to her bottom, lifting her higher. The new position put him in contact with a spot deep inside her that she’d never known was there.
Tiffany screamed from the sheer pleasure that shot through her entire body, which caused him to freeze. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop.” She curled her legs around him and began to move her hips, which seemed to spark something in him. He gave up the slow entry and pounded into her.
In the throes of the most incredible passion she’d ever experienced, Tiffany had the presence of mind to realize he was changing her life as he clutched her bottom and pumped relentlessly into her, striking that elusive spot with every stroke. He drove her up, up, up until she broke with a sudden desperate intensity that shattered her into a million pieces that could never, ever be put back together the same way they’d been before.
Chapter 4
As a rule, Blaine never spent the night with a woman anymore. Since the catastrophe with Eden, he’d gone to great lengths to avoid getting too involved. The minute he’d walked through Tiffany’s front door, however, he’d blown all his own rules to smithereens. Holding her warm, naked body close to him, Blaine couldn’t believe he’d thought he’d been having good sex all these years. He’d been having mediocre sex at best. What he’d had with Tiffany could only be called extraordinary. Never before had he felt so connected to a woman during the act, which was exactly why he should get out of her bed right now and go home while he still could.
Before he could make the move to get up, Tiffany turned over and pressed her lips to his chest, which started the fire burning all over again. Who was he fooling? After months of thinking about her and fantasizing about her, he wasn’t going anywhere as long as she wanted to be naked in bed with him.
Blaine rolled to his back and brought her with him, settling her on top of him.
She uttered a sleepy sigh of contentment. Her fragrant hair brushed against his face, and Blaine inhaled the fruity scent that would remind him always of her. How was it possible that he already wanted her again? He reached for the condom he’d put on the bedside table and maneuvered between them to roll it on.
Caressing her back, he worked his way down to firm buttocks while urging her legs apart with his knees.
“Hmm,” she muttered. “What’re you up to?”
“About nine inches.”
Tiffany laughed softly against his chest. “You ought to come with a warning label.”
“Is that so?” He nudged at her with the tip of his engorged erection.
Tiffany groaned. “I don’t know if I can do it again. I’m a little sore. It’s been a while for me.”
“We’ll take it slow,” he said, keeping up the persistent thrusting.
“That’s what you said last time.”
“Then you take charge.” He released his hold on her bottom. “You decide how fast or slow we go.”
“I can’t.”
His fingers journeyed between them to coax her. “Are you sure you can’t?” As much as it cost him, he stayed still, even though he ached with need for her.
Tiffany propped herself up with her hands on his chest.
When Blaine realized she was going to try, he smiled at the determination he saw on her face. He rewarded her by continuing to caress between her legs.
She straddled him and took him in slowly, so slowly that Blaine had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding too soon.
He looked down to where their bodies were connected, and quickly had to look away from the erotic sight of her spread legs, the thatch of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs and the working of her muscles as she eased herself down on him. Blaine moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
Tiffany tossed her head back as her tight channel gave way and admitted him. The brush of her private hair against his belly was one of the sexiest things he’d ever experienced. And then she moved her hips and took him straight to heaven.
“That’s it, baby.” He took hold of her hands. “Ride me.”
Her lips parted in an expression of amazement and concentration that tugged at his heart. She moved up and down, her wetness easing the way for both of them. Blaine stayed still and let her set the pace, and oh, what a pace it was! She’d gone from reluctant to enthusiastic in a matter of minutes. He rested his hands on her thighs, reveling in the smoothest skin he’d ever encountered. When he sensed her beginning to tire, he stopped her, sat up against the pile of pillows and raised his knees behind her, urging her to recline against his legs. He smoothed his hands up over her belly to cup her breasts before sending one hand back down to play with the pulsating bundle of nerves between her legs. Using his own legs, he guided her up and down in a more relaxed but no less satisfying movement.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Full. Very, very full.”
“Does it feel good, though?”
“Mmm, so good. I never knew…” He released her so she came back down on him swiftly.
“Knew what?”
Tiffany exhaled sharply from the impact. “That it could be like this.”
“I didn’t know, either.”
Her eyes widened with surprise at his admission.
“I suspected it might be this way with you.” He sat all the way up, arranged her legs around his waist and wrapped his arms around her. The new position put all their most important parts into close contact. Blaine ran his tongue over her lips and once again sent his fingers into the moistness between her legs, hoping to draw one more orgasm from her.
She kissed him deeply, her tongue rubbing against his, her breasts pressed tight to his chest. He felt the now-familiar signs of her impending climax in the quivering of her thighs and the tightening of her inner muscles. She tore her lips free and let go with a cry of completion that tripped his explosive finish.
Blaine was definitely spending the night.
Tiffany skipped into work the next day with far more energy than she should’ve had after the all-but-sleepless night with Blaine. They’d hardly said a word to each other, but who needed conversation when the sex was so amazing? For the first time since Jim left her, Tiffany felt hopeful about a future that didn’t include him. She was under no illusions it would include Blaine, either. Perhaps theirs would be a summer fling, a pleasurable interlude until they both moved on to more serious relationships.
Tiffany didn’t care if he never said more than “spread your legs” to her. The last thing she needed was another big entanglement after having just gotten free of Jim. Some mindless sex was the perfect way to repair her self-esteem and provide a distraction while she got the business launched.
Whistling as she worked, Tiffany put the OPEN flag outside and waved at a few passing motorists who beeped at her on their way by. Today she wore one of the flirty, romantic, low-cut summer sundresses she carried in the store. Because Blaine had kept her in bed until late morning, she’d had no choice but to leave her hair curly and unruly. He said he liked it that way, and who was she to argue with a hot guy who seemed to like her with wild hair, no makeup and who left her with a sore but pleasant ache between her legs.
The bells on the front door jingled, and Tiffany looked up to find her assistant Patty reporting for duty. Tiffany sure hoped business picked up soon so she could keep the earnest young woman on the payroll. As usual, Tiffany itched to get her hands on Patty’s stringy hair and dumpy clothes. The
girl was a fashion disaster of the highest order, but she was also a hard worker.
“You’re awfully cheerful today,” Patty said.
“It’s a gorgeous day, and I get to come to my gorgeous little shop for work. What could be better than that?”
“Um, maybe a few customers?”
“Now, now, no pessimism allowed in this store. If we keep a positive attitude, good things will come our way.”
“Have you been reading self-help books again?”
“Maybe. There’s some really good advice in there. You might want to take a look yourself.”
“Myself doesn’t need any help, thank you very much.”
Tiffany tried to decide if she dared. “Your hair could use some help,” she blurted before she lost her nerve.
Patty ran a self-conscious hand over her mousy brown hair, and Tiffany immediately felt like a jerk for mentioning it. “What’s wrong with my hair?”
“Nothing. Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’d never want to hurt your feelings.”
“You can’t take it back now! What were you going to say?”
“It’s just that, with a little effort, you could be a knockout.”
Patty’s blue eyes widened. Tiffany was itching to get some shadow on those lackluster lids. Under her deft hand, those eyes would dazzle. “You really think so?”
“I know so.”
“I don’t know anything about hair or makeup or clothes. My mother died when I was really young. It was just me and my dad, so I never learned that stuff. My friends were all like me.”
Tiffany slipped an arm around the younger woman’s slim shoulders. “You wanna be a knockout?”
“Would that get me a boyfriend?” Patty’s wistful tone tugged at Tiffany’s heart. “I’ve never had one, and I’ve always wanted one.”
“How about this: if I make you over and you don’t get a boyfriend out of it, I’ll work weekends for a month.”
“And if I do get a boyfriend?”
“You get weekend duty.”
Patty thought about that for about ten seconds before she extended her hand to Tiffany. “Deal.”