by Jaci Burton
you give me a call if you're interested and we can plan
"He sure had a helluva grin when he walked out of something?"
here."
Speechless, she stared down at the card and back up at Callie shrugged and walked out from behind the him.
counter with two cups of coffee, handing one to Blair and
"Have a good one, Callie." He turned and walked motioning her to a booth near the window at the front of the toward the door, nodding at Blair, who just happened to be shop. "He always smiles."
walking in at that moment. Blair did a complete turnaround
"Not like that. That was an I've got a date with a hot before heading toward the counter, then took one look at woman smile."
Callie's expression and arched a brow.
"Oh it was not." She thought about the business card in
"You can close your mouth now, Callie."
her pocket, about Jack's suggestion to take her to the country Callie blinked, stared down at the business card Jack club pool. Was he serious? The club? Her? And him? That had had left, and pocketed it. "What are you doing here?"
to be some mistake. She replayed the conversation over in her Blair batted her lashes at Callie. "Nice to see you too."
mind, certain she had just heard him wrong.
"Sorry. I didn't mean it that way."
"So does he?"
"And I'm here because I have a client meeting Callie frowned. "Does he what?"
downtown and I want coffee, darlin'. Why else would I be
"Have a date with a hot woman."
"I dunno. He might. But it's not with me."
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"Dammit. Why not?"
a sandwich and ate it, she remembered the good times, the She laughed at Blair's consternation. "Because. We're plans they'd made for their future.
not at all the same type."
Plans that had stalled when Bobby was diagnosed with
"Type my ass. You were drooling all over the counter, cancer. Plans that had evaporated when the cancer spread and Cal. I know the look of a woman in lust. You've got it bad for took him so damn fast. One minute they'd been hit by the this Jack Fellows."
diagnosis. Six months later he was gone.
"Do not. He's a customer. He's good looking. I can Too fast. Too soon. Much too soon.
appreciate a fine looking man, can't I?"
God, those first few months she hadn't wanted to live Blair studied her. "Of course you can, honey." She took without him, didn't think she could survive without the love of a quick glance at her watch and an equally fast gulp of her her life. They'd been together since high school, bound for coffee. "And you're damn lucky I have an appointment. We marriage and forever. Everyone had known it. She and Bobby still on for lunch tomorrow?"
had known it from day one. It was the sweetest love ever. They
"You bet. I want details on you and Rand."
had been friends from the moment they met until the moment Blair stood and grabbed her purse, then bent down and he died.
kissed Callie's cheek. "And you'll get them. Have I got things And even now, she felt like his light still shined down to tell you and Abby. Later, babe."
on her, leading the way.
News from Blair about Rand, huh? Callie finished her He'd told her those last few weeks that he wanted her to coffee then went back to work, her mind filled with Blair and live on, not to pine away for him forever. To find another man Rand and trying not to think about Jack and the business card to make her happy. At the time she hadn't wanted to listen to tucked into her pocket. It wasn't until after she closed up shop such nonsense. Bobby was her love, her soulmate, her best and went home and started to undress that she remembered the friend. Whenever he was near, there was warmth. Maybe not card.
passion, but always contentment. And that had been more than She pulled it out of her pocket, read the front. Attorney good enough for her. She couldn't imagine any other man for one of the top law firms in Silverwood. Impressive. And fulfilling her the way her husband had.
now she knew they were like oil and water. He was big money Now five years had passed. Five long years without and country clubs. She was modest middle class and mortgaged companionship, without a man in her life.
to the hilt, struggling to keep her business afloat.
Without sex.
If it hadn't been for the life insurance on her late She missed sex, missed cuddling up afterward.
husband, Bobby, she wouldn't even have the shop. She smiled Masturbation got her off, but it wasn't the same. She needed a at the thought of Bobby. The years had dimmed the fresh pain cock inside her. A hot, living cock attached to a real man. Her of his loss, leaving only bittersweet memories. While she fixed pussy clenched as she thought of what it would feel like to 132
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have a man moving on top of her, his strong body thrusting in Someone could drive by and see her. A neighbor could and out of her cunt, his lips claiming hers his tongue sweeping look out their window and possibly catch a glimpse of her inside her mouth. A rush of heat enveloped her and she stood, lifting her dress.
walking to her front window for a little air.
How exciting!
It was hot, hardly any breeze. She stepped outside on Soon, her panties were visible. But oh, she wanted the porch and sat on the chair. No moon tonight. No activity in more. She lifted her hips and pulled her panties down to her the neighborhood either.
thighs, revealing her pussy. She was panting now, her pussy Her body pulsed with need and she closed her eyes, throbbing. She knew she would come fast once she touched it.
wishing for Jack to step up on her porch and grab her, plant his But she was waiting. This was the naughty part, the wanton, mouth on hers and fuck her right there. A tingle of excitement forbidden, nasty part of herself that even Bobby hadn't known curled her toes and shot between her legs, moistening her about.
pussy.
She slid her hand over her belly, bunching the skirt of She shouldn't. She really shouldn't. But the thrill of the her dress in her fist before forcing herself to relax. Her heart forbidden had always been her downfall. She stood and ran pounded, whether from excitement or the possibility of inside, shutting off the light in the living room so the porch someone catching her in the act she wasn't sure. Now she was would be dark, then returned to her outside chair. She'd tossed past the point of caring. Let them come to the porch, line up on an old sundress after work. The street was empty. It was and watch. She wanted an audience.
late. No one else was outside. She could do this fast and no one
"See me touch myself," she whispered to the darkness.
would see her. Maybe no one would see her, but what if they
"Watch me make myself come."
did? The thought sent a rush of tingling pleasure to her clit.
She reached between her legs, finding the curls damp, She spread her legs and moved her hands to her thighs, loving the silken softness of her own pubic hair. She toyed with letting them rest there for a few seconds while she the curls before moving farther down, knowing she had held contemplated. Anticipation, the excitement of knowing she was back as long as she could. She lifted her hips and plunged two going to do it, but not just yet. Her fingertips brushed the hem fingers inside her sopping wet cunt, biting back the moan that of her sundress, then she began to pull it toward her hips, a escaped her lips as she drove her palm against her clit, fraction of an inch at a time. Though it was hot outside, the air undulating against the exquisite sensations that she knew hitting her skin was like a shock to her heated body, driving her would send her over the edge all too quickly.
arousal. Sweat pooled between her breasts, her lips parting and
"Fuck me," she whispered to her imaginary lover.
her
breathing labored as she realized she could get caught.
"Fuck me hard and fast."
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street was so quiet she could hear the sounds of her fingers After eleven. He'd left work at eight tonight, come thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, could hear the harsh straight home after a short side trip to the fast food drive intake of her breath, the moans she couldn't quite hold back as through, headed straight for his desk and continued to work.
she tormented herself with relentless strokes. Her palm slid God, he needed a few days off. A week or two would be even back and forth over her swollen clit, making her lift her hips to better. Making partner was supposed to be less grueling, not meet her own hand.
more. But the work continued to pile on with no apparent let
"I'm going to come," she whispered, eyes widening as up. Weren't the grunts the ones who were supposed to put in the pulses shot through her. She gritted her teeth to hold back these long hours? He stretched and leaned back in his chair, the screams, wave after wave of unbearable pleasure crashing swiveling around to take a look at the swimming pool at the over her. She gripped the arm of the chair and shook with club across the street.
violent tremors, burying her fingers in her cunt until the storm He'd been lucky to get this house. On the golf course, subsided.
right near the club house and pool. He smiled as he stared at When it was over, she withdrew her fingers, pulled up the pool, remembering his invitation to Callie this morning.
her panties and smoothed her skirt over her thighs, looking out She'd looked so surprised, her warm amber eyes widening in over the street and shaking her head.
shock. But why? Surely a woman as beautiful as her was She stayed in the chair and caught her breath, feeling deluged by offers. He was probably just one of a handful of like she'd just woken from some kind of bizarre dream. It was men hitting on her.
like she lost touch with reality. What if someone had come by?
Okay, maybe he wasn't hitting on her, but he sure as Would she have been able to stop? Or would she have sat hell liked stopping for coffee every morning and seeing her.
there, her fingers buried in her pussy, continuing to strum her Her soft honeyed voice and welcoming smile were a calm in clit to orgasm?
the storm of his life. And it didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, Shaking off her thoughts, she rose and went inside, either. Fashion model beautiful, with skin the color of light locked the door and shut the curtains, hoping like hell no one caramel, curly black hair and those unusual, mesmerizing eyes.
had seen her deviant behavior.
Most days he wanted to linger, to ask her to step around the
"Honest, Callie, what the hell is wrong with you?"
counter and sit with him just so he could get to know her better.
She was such a pervert.
Instead, he was always in a rush, but those few minutes he spent talking to her were the best part of his day.
Jack closed his briefcase and clicked off the light on his He knew they were flirting, noticed the way her gaze desk at his home office, then rubbed his tired eyes. What a lingered on him when she thought he wasn't looking. But a guy goddamn long day. He glanced at the clock and rolled his eyes.
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her out sooner. She even moved outside the counter sometimes when he took the time to sit at one of the tables and read the paper before he headed into the office. She'd clean the tables and pick up a few things, giving him a chance to watch her.
She made his dick hard, with her curvy body and sweet, rounded ass. Even in her loose fitting coffee shop uniform he could tell she had a body he wanted to get his hands on. A real body, not the waify, ghostly women that frequented his normal social circles. Callie was all woman and he wanted her in the worst way. He just needed to take that first step by asking her out, like today by mentioning the invitation to the pool.
Actually, he still hadn't asked her out. He'd tossed his business card and phone number at her as if he'd expected her to do the calling.
"Dumb ass," he whispered to himself. "Should have asked for her number. Some gentleman you are."
He wanted her. Wanted to see her outside the coffee shop. He needed a life besides working fifteen hours a day. It was time to redirect some of his projects to the associates and work on his social life.
It was time to go after Callie.
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Callie grasped Blair's hand and squeezed. "I'm glad.
You deserve this."
"Thank you. So do you. Which brings up the topic of our luncheon today."
Callie swallowed. "Uh oh. It's my turn, isn't it?"
Abby grinned. "Yep. Sure is."
Chapter Two
"Okay, ladies, what have you got for me?" Callie leaned back in the chair, not sure whether she was eager or
"Engaged! Oh, my God, Blair!" Callie leapt from the terrified. Since she didn't date and hadn't since Bobby died, sofa and threw her arms around her friend.
she had no idea who Blair and Abby had chosen for her.
"I can't believe it!" Abby said, doing the same.
Maybe they wouldn't be able to find a guy for her at all, and They enveloped Blair in a huge group hug.
she'd escape having to fulfill her part of the bet.
"It's true," Blair said, blinking back tears and laughing.
Yeah, right. Like her two friends would let that happen.
"I can hardly believe it myself, but Rand and I are getting No way would she get out of her sex-filled weekend. They'd married."
find someone for her, of that she was certain.
After the squealing celebration, they settled back in the
"Blair has a great idea," Abby said, pulling her knees living room at Callie's house and Blair filled them in on the up to her chest and grinning.
details of what transpired between her and Rand. By the time
"Uh oh. Am I going to like this?"
she was finished, Callie had tears in her eyes.
"Probably not," Blair said, examining one of her
"That man really loves you, Blair. I think he always perfectly manicured nails. "But you're going to do it anyway."
has."
Callie sighed. "Okay, hit me with it. Who's the guy?"
Blair grinned. "Yeah, he does. And I love him too. God,
"Jack Fellows."
it's so incredible to be able to say that about someone. For the Callie's blood went cold. "No."
first time in my life, I'm in love."
Blair's lips curled in a wicked smile. "Oh, yes."
"Took you long enough," Abby said.
"I don't even know him."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm a little stubborn."
"Sure you do. Blair says he's a regular at the coffee Callie laughed. "A little?"
shop."
"Okay, a lot. But that's in the past now. Rand and I are
"For coffee, not for me." Callie gripped the arms of the moving forward at a fast clip and making up for all the years of chair. "I honestly don't know much about him."
lost time."
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biggest law firms in Silverwood. He's a partner and very close his part. He did seem to flirt with her a lot, but she thought he to making senior partner. A real go getter and hasn'
t lost a case was just being nice. Jack was rich, successful, a powerful man yet. He bought a house last year at Silverwood Lakes, is a in the community. What would he want with her?
member of the club and on the board of directors."
"Well?" Blair asked.
"Do you know what color underwear he wears? Boxers Callie shrugged. Why not? "I'll go. We'll see what or briefs?" Callie asked. "God, Blair, what don't you know happens. I don't think he'll even give me the time of day, about him?"
especially at the club and at an event like that. The socialites
"Not sure on the underwear, but given enough time and will be hanging on him in droves."
a little skulking, bet I could find out." Blair grinned.
Abby laughed. "Those skinny little bitches have
"You know Blair," Abby said, rolling her eyes at Callie.
nothing on you, honey. With that body and your sultry, exotic
"She knows how to get information."
looks, you'll stand out like Cinderella at the ball. One look at
"I'll say." Callie had to admit, she was impressed with you and no other woman will exist in Jack's eyes."
what Blair managed to find out about Jack. She was also a little
"Abby's right," Blair said. "Especially after we take embarrassed that Blair had gone digging. It was like an you shopping for a new dress, new shoes, get your hair and invasion of privacy.
makeup done, ooh la la. His dick will be hard and pointing
"It's all public record, if you're worried," Blair said.
straight at you."
"He's written up in the society section of the paper a lot."
Callie couldn't help it. She laughed at the thought. "Uh,
"Oh." That, at least, made her feel a little better about huh. We'll see, ladies, we'll see."
what she'd discovered.
But she did like the idea of looking attractive for Jack,
"Now, for this weekend, the country club is sponsoring of thinking she might be able to catch his eye outside the coffee a benefit dinner and dance for the new hospital. Since Jack's on shop. Maybe he wouldn't even recognize her without her the board, he'll be there. And so will you."
uniform and apron. She smiled at the thought of dusty, dirt-
"Me? I don't go to the country club."
smudged Cinderella being transformed for the ball.
"This weekend you will. Seth got us all tickets," Abby Oh, sure. Like that was going to happen. She might said.