Sister's Keeper

Sister’s Keeper By Marilyn Lee

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Sister’s Keeper by Marilyn Lee Red Rose™ Publishing Publishing with a touch of Class! ™ The symbol of the Red Rose and Red Rose is a trademark of Red Rose™ Publishing Red Rose™ Publishing Copyright© 2011 Marilyn Lee ISBN: 978-1-4543-0085-4 Cover Artist: Shirley Burnett Editor: Belle Line Editor: Red Rose Publishing All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Due to copyright laws you cannot trade, sell or give any ebooks away. This is a work of fiction. All references to real places, people, or events are coincidental, and if not coincidental, are used fictitiously. All trademarks, service marks, registered trademarks, and registered service marks are the property of their respective owners and are used herein for identification purposes only. Red Rose™ Publishing www.redrosepublishing.com Forestport, NY 13338 Thank you for purchasing a book from Red Rose™ Publishing where publishing comes with a touch of Class!

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Sister’s Keeper By Marilyn Lee

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Chapter One

―Tell me again how this Damon Evans became 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 her sister 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. ―He‘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 for once?‖ ―I would.‖ ―Except?‖ Bethnae prodded. ―Except she‘s already gone.‖ ―And?‖

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―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. I think he deserves to be told the truth and to be let down gently.‖ ―Both of which Karen can do herself when she returns.‖ ―I know, but that way doesn‘t feel right.‖ ―Well, it‘s not right, but that shouldn‘t make him your problem. When are you going to stop being her keeper and let her grow up, Kelly?‖ ―She‘s married now.‖ ―And?‖ Bethnae challenged. ―I think we can assume she‘s all grown up now, Beth.‖ ―Then let her prove it by doing her own dirty work!‖ ―I will—next time.‖ Bethane shook her head. ―I can see that nothing I can say is going to change your mind.‖ Kelly grinned. ―And I can see your vision is still twenty–twenty.‖ Bethnae laughed. ―Sometimes I don‘t know what to do with you.‖ ―Just keep being my friend.‖ ―Always, Kel. Now when are you planning to play Florence Nightingale?‖ ―Hmmm. I thought Friday night would be best.‖ ―Really? Why?‖

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―Because that‘s when he expected to see her again.‖ ―Okay. Friday night it is. You want me to come with?‖ Bethnae offered. Kelly hesitated. ―That‘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,‖ she said of Bethnae‘s boss. ―Believe it. If he hasn‘t made a move in five years, I think it‘s safe to assume he‘s not going to. I need to move on.‖ ―Are you sure, Beth? Sometimes, I could almost swear there‘s a spark in his eyes when he looks at you.‖ ―If it‘s ever been there, I‘ve never seen 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.‖ 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.‖ ―Fine. Shall I come with? Yes? No?‖ ―I am so tempted to have you come with me, but this isn‘t news for which a man is likely to want an audience.‖ Bethnae nodded. ―True dat.‖

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―So I think I‘d better go alone.‖ ―If you change your mind, let me know.‖ She nodded. ―You want to do something after you spend a little time holding his hand?‖ ―It depends on how well things go or don‘t go with him.‖ ―Call me after you‘ve seen him and we‘ll wing it.‖ ―Okay.‖ Swallowing her growing unease, she picked up her fork. ―This looks delicious.‖ Bethane sipped her shake. ―It does. Enjoy yourself now. Remember, next week we start jogging, working out at the gym, and cutting back on the sweets.‖ Kelly grimaced. The padded curves men found voluptuous on Karen had always felt like a liability to Kelly. While she didn‘t want or expect to be a skinny Minnie, she‘d decided it was time she took off what she‘d always considered excess weight. ―Then I‘d better get all the enjoyment out of this weekend I can.‖ ―Well said.‖ Relieved to have the conversation about Damon Evans resolved, Kelly settled down to savor one of her last culinary excesses.

What are you doing here?

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The question reverberated in Kelly‘s mind two nights later as she stood in front of the large oak door. She glanced around. 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 Karen dumping Damon Evans her problem. This was probably why none of Barry‘s friends had been willing to tell her she‘d been dumped—it was so damned awkward. 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 her bag, in the mail on her way home. Instead of spending her night trying to make excuses for Karen, she and Bethnae could round up a few friends and they could have a wild girls night out at one of the clubs on the boulevard, or visit Philly‘s first casino. She took a step backwards and then froze as the entrance door swung open. The man who stood there looked as if he‘d stepped off the cover of an erotic romance novel. His handsome face with its chiseled features boasted a full, sensuous bottom lip and dark bedroom eyes. He was tall and muscular with a buff body, long legs, and narrow hips.

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Neither Karen‘s description of him as tall, dark, and sinfully handsome nor the one snapshot she‘d seen of him did him justice. The hunk in front of her was so sexy that just looking at him made her heartthrob and her nether regions flutter and pulse with lust. Small wonder Karen had been so willing to cross the color line for the first time to date him. His dark green eyes made a quick assessment of her body before locking his gaze with hers. Why hadn‘t she worn a dress that would have flattered her long legs and highlight her breasts, which she considered her best asset? ―Karen?‖ Kelly inhaled sharply. Damn but he had it all. A handsome face, a great looking body, and a voice that made a woman tingle all over. He embodied the complete female fantasy. 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 peek to see. ―Karen?‖ He said again. Kelly blinked. 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.

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―What a delightful surprise. You‘re early and far more beautiful than I expected.‖ He thought her beautiful and not just cute? Then part of his words sank in. ―Early?‖ She blinked. ―What? Oh! No! You think I‘m Ka—‖ ―What I think is that we should get better acquainted.‖ Without giving her time to find a delicate way of telling him who she was and why she was there, he pulled her into his arms. ―Hey! Wait. I‘m not—‖ He silenced her protests by crushing her lips under his. His lips were warm, insistent, and demanding, his body unyielding against hers. A shock of need sent a shudder through her body. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his caressing lips while enjoying the feel of his big body against hers. Then, needing more, she pressed closer, parting her lips. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he held her with one arm around her waist, leaving the other hand free to stroke over her body. She moaned against his lips as she felt his hand glide below her waist to touch and caress each of her ass cheeks before he then slipped it between their upper bodies. His fingers brushed over the buttons holding her blouse closed. This is crazy, Kelly. Stop him before he starts unbuttoning your blouse.

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Ignoring the voice of reason, she rubbed her breasts against him. In response, he swiftly and skillfully undid several buttons, which allowed him to slip his fingers inside her bra. A jolt of need sent a flood of moisture into her panties. ―Oh!‖ She shuddered and arched her back, pressing both her lower body and her breasts closer. He lifted his mouth from hers. ―You like that?‖ The question, asked in a soft, husky voice, stoked her passions. What was not to like about having a big, warm hand on her neglected breasts? And she could feel the outline of what appeared to be a rather nice sized cock pressed against her. Like did not begin to describe the emotions roiling inside her. Driven by primal need, she slid her hand up from the nape of his neck to cup behind his head. Lifting onto her toes, she sought his mouth. ―Yes,‖ she murmured against his lips. ―I like it and I like you too.‖ ―Believe me. The feeling is mutual.‖ He put his other arm around her, positioned her against the open door, and devoured her mouth. Kelly 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. Each kiss and caress made her hotter and more desperate to feel his cock sliding balls deep inside her empty, aching pussy. ―God,‖ she moaned, just thinking

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about it. She sneaked a hand between their bodies and cupped her palm over his groin, massaging and caressing his shaft and 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. Keeping one arm around her waist, he matter–of–factly rebuttoned her blouse. Kelly was thankful for his arm because she found it impossible to stand without support. Confessing to him that he‘d been kissing and arousing the wrong sister was out of the question. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. ―Are you all right?‖ All right? She longed to rip off her clothes, spread her legs, and have him ravish her right there on his front steps. She longed to undo his zipper, slip her hands inside his pants, and fondle his big, bare cock before slowly sucking it between her lips. Once it was sufficiently wet and hard, she envisioned guiding it deep into her body.

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Big–time lust gripped her only moments after meeting her sister‘s jilted lover. Was she all right? Absolutely not. ―Are you all right?‖ ―I‘m not sure,‖ she admitted. ―I know the feeling. Come inside and we‘ll figure out how we‘re both doing together.‖ 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 in the middle of the room. ―Have a seat and I‘ll get you a drink.‖ He paused. ―The usual?‖ 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 he’s 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. She was so over Barry and 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. Still, she accepted the glass and placed it on the table beside the sofa. ―Thank you.‖

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He slipped an arm around her shoulders. Her heart raced and breathing became difficult. She had to get out of there before she did something totally crazy. ―Karen?‖ Tell him the truth. She turned to look at him. ―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. ―So I see, but why?‖ She‘d always found long hair more trouble than it was worth. And after Barry dumped her for another woman, she‘d finally taken the plunge and cut her hair. ―This style is 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. ―It provides a perfect frame for your beautiful face and draws attention to those gorgeous dark eyes of yours.‖ He smiled and touched his lips lightly against the nape of her neck. ―What‘s not to like?‖

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A shock of delight danced along her spine. 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 a breath away from hers. She liked that he offered her an opportunity to say no by drawing back. She didn‘t move. He touched his mouth to hers. His lips, already parted, were firm. And warm and irresistibly sweet. She leaned closer, eager to have her mouth ravished again. He settled his mouth over hers in a slow, sweet kiss full of the promise of endless passion.

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She gripped his shirt with one hand while slipping her other up to caress his hair. 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 well of desire shot through her as he flicked his thumb against her clit several times. Still kissing her, he slipped a finger into her pussy. She trembled. He rubbed his thumb over her clit again. 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 him. Another part knew she couldn‘t. Then her ability to think rationally vanished when he parted the folds of sex and slipped another finger inside her. ―Oh!‖ He paused, as if waiting for her to protest. There wasn‘t a chance in hell of that happening. After a moment, he quickly withdrew his fingers from her flooded pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, silently beseeching him not to stop.

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He smiled at her. ―Don‘t worry. We‘ve only just begun, sweet. 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 hell would freeze over before she did. ―Who‘s stopping you?‖ 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.‖ She smiled. 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. ―Hardness in a man is very desirable.‖ She pushed against his groin. ―As long as we‘re talking about the right amount and kind of hardness.‖ ―I‘m very hard.‖ She swallowed quickly. ―Are we going to do anything about my wet and your hard condition?‖

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―Oh, yes.‖ He rose, lifting her to her feet. He touched her cheek. ―You are so damn lovely you take my breath away.‖ Knowing he found her so attractive lowered her inhibitions. Still, she bit back the urge to tell him she wanted to take the swelling between his legs away. ―Isn‘t that a good thing?‖ His hesitation surprised her. ―Damon? Isn‘t it a good thing?‖ ―It would be—under other circumstances.‖ ―What other circumstances?‖ She bit her lip. Had he realized he‘d been deceived? ―This isn‘t how I expected this evening to go.‖ He did know. Yet, if he did, why didn‘t he challenge her? ―Things aren‘t going as I planned either.‖ He blew out a breath. ―Then what the hell. Let‘s do what feels good and worry about the consequences later.‖ So he did know. ―You want to go with the flow and see where that leads us?‖ She dismissed the prick of her conscience. Just once, she was going to be the twin who behaved in a reckless manner without a care for the resultant consequences. ―Oh, yes.‖ ―You‘re sure?‖

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She nodded. ―Aren‘t you?‖ ―No, but I‘m going to go with the flow anyway.‖ ―Why aren‘t you sure?‖ ―We can discuss that later.‖ Much later. He touched his mouth to hers in a series of fleeting kisses so brief yet exciting each touch sent a rush of desire through her. She parted her lips, inviting a deeper lip lock. After a series of warmer, deeper kisses, he stepped away from her. ―You‘re overdressed.‖ Feeling hot and lustful, she ran her tongue along her lips. ―What are you planning to do about it?‖ ―Remove all unnecessary apparel. Starting with this.‖ He touched her blouse. ―I don‘t see anyone stopping you.‖ He removed her blouse slowly, leaving her standing with a 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. Kelly moistened her lips, feeling her cheeks heating up.

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He cupped his hands over her breasts. ―Oh...damn...you have the loveliest breasts I've ever seen.‖ ―They‘re mine,‖ she said, feeling wicked. ―And all natural.‖ ―Really? I‘ll be the judge of that—after I taste them.‖ She cupped her hands under them. ―So taste already.‖ He bent his head, brushing his lips against her nipples. She sighed with pleasure. This was going to be a night to remember with pleasure. ―Very nice,‖ he told her, lifting his head. ―Now 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 her candy–apple red panties that left most of her butt exposed. While she would normally have been a little hesitant to reveal her full–figured body to a man on a first meeting, but his big, warm hands stroking and cupping her ass cheeks, removed all such concerns. ―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 big, brown ass. Why don‘t you show me what‘s under those pretty panties?‖

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Any lingering inhibitions were swept away by a tide of sensual need stronger than any sexual emotion she‘d ever experienced. ―Why don‘t you take them off and find out?‖ He smiled. ―I‘d rather you and show me the treasure nestled between your lovely legs. Remove them slowly. I want to savor every moment.‖ She swallowed, staring at him. He wanted her to do a mini striptease for him? Her? She bit her lip. ―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. Take them off slowly.‖ Obedient to the soft command and feeling sexy, she gave him a nervous smile and hesitatively lifted her hips. ―That‘s it,‖ he encouraged. ―Keep it slow.‖ Even more slowly, she eased her panties band down over her hips, keeping her crotch covered for as long as possible. ―Now you‘re just teasing. I like it.‖ ―And?‖ ―And I like it.‖ Locking her gaze with his, she inched the soft silk material down until the top of her hair–covered triangle was visible. She paused, enjoying the sound of his

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quickening breathing and the fact that his gaze was now firmly trained on her lower body. ―Oh, sweet, let me see your treasure.‖ Wiggling her hips suggestively, she gradually peeled her panties down, exposing the top of her pussy. ―Oh, yeah. Take it off, sweet.‖ She drew one leg through the opening and then the other. Completely, naked, she tossed the panties aside. He caught them in mid-air. Kelly watch in delight as he buried his face in them, closed his eyes, and spent several moments just breathing deeply. The sight of him sniffing her damp panties 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. He ran his fingers along the insides of her thighs, sending icy heat all through her. Bending his handsome head, his lips, warm and

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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 right thigh 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 vaginal muscles contracted and convulsed around his fingers. Sensual delight radiated from her stomach and vagina, down to her toes. A few more thrusts and rubs against her clit and she would explode. She wiggled her hips, impatient for him to trigger her climax. ―Please don‘t stop.‖ ―I have no intentions of stopping until you‘re shuddering with ecstasy.‖ She moaned in protest when he pulled away. Then the sound of his zipper sliding down filled her ears. Heart racing, pussy wet and aching, she waited. Moments later, she felt his bare body as he settled between her legs. His questing tongue stroked between her parted lips.

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She eagerly cooperated 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 close her fingers around it and gently begin pumping him. He inhaled sharply. ―Oh, damn, that feels good.‖ She strove to keep the motion of her hand steady on his cock. She wanted him as hard as possible but didn‘t want him to come until he was inside her. He cupped a hand over the back of her head. ―Oh, hell, yes.‖ Kelly 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. Without warning, a quick blast of cum shot from his tip to cover her fingers. Pleased she‘d made him come, 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.‖ ―Are you sure?‖ ―Absolutely.‖ She sucked in a breath. ―Show me.‖

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He moved his body up hers until their lips touched. Pressing her back against the sofa, he spread his body on top of hers, cupping his hands under her ass. ―I love a woman with a nice, round ass, soft, deliciously padded curves, and skin so dark and smooth it reminds me of luscious, decadent chocolate.‖ ―What about one with a wet, aching pussy?‖ ―Oh, I‘m certain I‘m going to love your pussy. But if we start fucking now, we‘ll never get to the shore.‖ There was no way she was going to let him off the sofa without a quick fuck. She stoked her hand down his shoulders. ―The shore can wait. I need you inside me right now.‖ His hesitation surprised her. ―Are you really sure?‖ The tiny part of her mind that was still rational, urged her to say no. She ignored it. ―Yes. I‘m sure. Aren‘t you?‖ ―I‘m sure I‘m burning for you, but I‘m not sure I shouldn‘t stop now—while I still can.‖ ―I have no intentions of allowing you to stop.‖ ―Then I‘d be a fool to fight my desire for you.‖ She moistened her lips and waited. He reached between their bodies and slowly rubbed his semi–erect shaft against her clit.

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Kelly shuddered and parted her legs. ―Condom?‖ He stiffened. ―Condom?‖ ―Yes.‖ She knew Karen wouldn‘t have had unsafe sex with him. ―It comes in a foil package and will help to keep us from regretting this tomorrow.‖ He rolled off of her and rose. He then stood staring at her for so long, she felt her cheeks burning. She sat up, placing a hand across her breasts. ―You‘ve changed your mind?‖ ―No. Give me a moment.‖ He turned and left the room. Kelly sucked in a breath. Clearly, he knows or suspects something is wrong. Saddle up and get your butt out of Dodge before you make a complete fool of yourself. Just as she rose, he walked back into the room. They stared at each other in silence. ―Going somewhere?‖ he asked. Noting the condom covering his fully erect cock, she shook her head and sank back onto the sofa. ―I thought you‘d changed your mind.‖ ―Not a chance in hell of that happening,‖ he said. She released a relieved sigh and waited. He quickly crossed the room and knelt by the sofa. Kelly closed her eyes as his warm fingers brushed along her thighs. ―Nice,‖ she whispered, parting her legs.

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―Very nice,‖ he said in a voice brusque with passion. He kissed a warm moist path up her inner thigh before brushing his lips and tongue against her clit. An absolute shock of delight shook her body. Longing to lose herself in fresh waves of pleasure, she opened her eyes and curled her fingers in his hair. ―Eat me,‖ she moaned. In response, he slipped two fingers inside her pussy and fastened his warm lips on her clit. He then proceeded to eat her with all the wonder and enjoyment of a man enjoying his first taste of warm pussy. Her hips bucked wildly and she tugged at his hair as her climax ignited in her belly and went on to shake her entire body. While she lay still in the throes of ecstasy, he joined her on the sofa, slipped between her thighs, and pushed his hard cock into her flooded pussy. Settling his entire weight on her body, he fucked her with hard deep thrusts. Kelly wrapped her arms and legs around his body and fucked him back with all the hunger and enthusiasm of a woman too long deprived of experiencing the joys of a real cock. He slid his palms under her ass and drove his hard, wonderful cock into her pussy with increasing power.

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Within minutes of his entrance, her pussy flooded again and she came all over his cock. As she lay gasping under him, he dug his fingers into her ass and came. Then he buried his lips against her neck while he lay taking slow, deep breaths. Kelly held him close with one hand while stroking her other hand over his dark hair and down his back to palm his taut ass. ―Damn, that was good,‖ he whispered against her ear. Smiling, she slid her finger down his crack to rub his ass hole. He shuddered and nipped her ear in response. ―Stop that unless you're prepared to give me some more pussy.‖ She bit back the urge to tell him he could have as much pussy as he could handle. Removing her finger from the crack, she stroked his cheeks. He lifted his head to look down at her. ―Are you?‖ She blinked up at him, pleased by the look of desire in his eyes. ―Am I what?‖ ―Are you going to give me some more pussy?‖ Her stomach muscles churned. He was so damn sexy that just looking at him made her want to spend the night with his hard cock buried balls deep inside her. ―I don't know,‖ she said softly. ―You don't know what?‖ ―If I'm up to another pounding like the one I just got.‖

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He stiffened. ―Did I hurt you?‖ Kelly shook her head only just managing to suppress a shiver of delight. ―No. You didn't hurt me, but you did give me a serious pounding.‖ She caressed his ass. ―I intended to take it slow, but once I got inside you and felt your warm, tight pussy caressing and massaging my cock like a velvet glove, I lost it. Damn your pussy is good.‖ Lying underneath him still impaled on his shaft, she blushed with pleasure. ―One more fuck would make my day. Hell, it would make my entire weekend.‖ He lowered his head and whispered the lecherous words against her ear. ―I'm burning for another taste of your sweet pussy.‖ Although tempted she thought it was time she reined in her desire. She lifted her hands to push against his shoulders. ―If I allow you to pound my pussy to a pulp now, I'll be too tender to welcome your cock tonight.‖ ―It's sweet of you to worry about how I plan to spend the night, but I‘d just assume have more pussy now. Thank you very much.‖ She laughed but shook her head. ―Damn.‖ He eased out of her and got to his feet. She watched him leave the room. What should she do? Dress and leave? Or stay and see what further delights the night might offer?

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Before she could decide, he came back into the room and sat beside her on the sofa. Uncertain of his mood, she opened her eyes slowly. He brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. ―Are you right?‖ Sensing no evidence of annoyance in his eyes or touch, she nodded. He grimaced. ―I'm glad one of us is.‖ She laughed. ―Heartless vixen!‖ He leaned against the sofa and eased her into his arms. When she lifted her face, he gently brushed his mouth against hers. Touched by the gentleness of his caress, she scooted closer. ―Hey! Don't start anything you're not prepared to finish,‖ he told her. She pecked at his mouth in response, enjoying the intimacy. They kissed and caressed lazily before content for the moment, she drifted to sleep. Later, he roused her by nibbling at her lips. With the edge taken off of her sexual frustration, her doubts returned. He brushed his lips 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

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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. She bit her lip. How was she going to get out of this mess without looking like she had no morals or scruples? He trailed his hand down to cup her bare ass. ―Is something wrong, sweet?‖ Kelly reluctantly met his green gaze. A hunger to spend the weekend fucking him overshadowed any remaining vestige of common sense. She wanted him and she knew how to get him. Karen and she were very different. Karen was a freelance photographer who liked partying. Kelly was a CPA who enjoyed quiet nights at home spent reading a good book or watching one of her favorite westerns, while waiting for Mr. Right. Lying under his big body, filled with a combination of lust and need, although she knew he wasn‘t her Mr. Right, she wanted him anyway. And she knew what to do about it…if she dared. If she dared. An internal list of all the reasons she needed to make a hasty retreat flashed in her head. She considered them; an inner voice warned that if she walked away from him now, she‘d spend the rest of her life regretting it. Did she dare? She hadn‘t pretended to be Karen in years. Still, 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

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against her mound and felt it starting to stir at her touch. ―Nothing‘s wrong.‖ Except that she had clearly taken leave of her senses. Who cared about common sense in the presence of a handsome, big–dicked man who wanted to spend the weekend fucking her too long neglected pussy? He removed her hand from his cock and looked directly into her eyes. ―Are you sure, sweet?‖ She frowned. What was wrong with him? First he wanted to fuck her to a pulp. Then he seemed to be uncertain what he wanted. Well, she had no doubts as to what she needed and wanted. Her mind made up, she nodded. ―Yes, but I wish you were too.‖ ―I'm sure I want to spend the weekend with you,‖ he assured her. ―But?‖ She probed. ―I don‘t have any buts of real consequence,‖ he said. ―Now where are your bags?‖ She smiled at him, brushing the tips of her breasts against his chest. ―It‘s home, waiting to be packed.‖ ―Why isn‘t it here with you?‖ ―I wanted to make sure that we understood each other first.‖ His eyes narrowed. ―What‘s 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

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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?‖ She sat naked in front of him after letting him fuck her almost raw. 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.‖ ―Strangely enough, so am I.‖ Surely he, like Karen, had expected to spend the weekend in bed. ―Why strangely?‖ He shrugged. ―Bad choice of words.‖ Was it? Or did he suspect her true identity? He smiled and leaned down to gently cup her breasts in his palms. ―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.‖

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He laughed, smothering each nipple with kisses. ―Who can blame me? They are absolutely exquisite.‖ He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. ―But they‘re not the sole or even the main attraction.‖ Pleased by his obvious desire, she smiled. ―Oh?‖ He reached down a hand to cup over her pussy. ―That honor belongs to this sweet, fragrant treasure.‖ ―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 another quick, hot fuck would be too delicious for words. Slipping a finger inside her, he lifted her chin and looked at her. ―I‘d really like another fuck,‖ he told her. ―Wouldn't you?‖ ―Not particularly.‖ Even as she teased, she reached into his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his pulsing flesh. ―Does it…‖ ―It?‖ So he was one of those? She suppressed a smile. ―Does he have a name?‖ ―Not yet.‖ He kissed her. ―But he‘s always wanted one.‖ ―So give him one.‖ ―I thought I'd leave that honor to the woman in his life.‖ She tensed ―The woman in his life? There's a woman in his life?‖ ―Yes,‖ he said softly. ―You.‖

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Kelly smiled. ―What should I call him?‖ ―You can call him whatever you like—after you‘ve given him a little more pussy.‖ She massaged him, loving the feel of his warmth against her fingers. ―Blackmail?‖ ―Of course not, but he is the sensitive type. After he gets to know your sweet treasure a little better, he'll be happy to have you call him anything you like.‖ He flicked a finger at her clit. ―Does this treasure have a name?‖ ―Why yes she does. Thank you for asking.‖ He drew back and looked at her, his brows raised. ―Yes? What is she called?‖ ―Damon‘s Pussy,‖ she said wickedly. To her surprise, his gaze narrowed and he compressed his mouth. She stared at him. What the hell does he have to be annoyed about? Just as she was about to ask, he shook his head. A slow smile spread across his handsome face. ―Lucky Damon.‖ He caressed her breasts again. ―I need some of his pussy,‖ he whispered back. A jolt of need shook her body. ―Tell him to go put on his rain coat and then come play.‖ He pinched her nipples. ―He wants to take you raw.‖

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Just the thought of feeling his bare cock inside her, sent her desire spiraling almost out of control. Almost, but not quite. What she had done was crazy enough without engaging in unprotected sex. ―Well, you tell him for me that once he puts on his rain coat, my warm, wet pussy will be eager to welcome him and his rain coat deep inside.‖ He rose and quickly left the room. She waited in silence, confident he would return prepared for wild but protected sex. When he returned to the room, a condom covered his fully erect shaft. She bit her lip and waited as he kneeled in front of her. He stroked his fingers across her face. ―I hope I'm in the right place,‖ he said grinning. ―Someone said I might find a warm, wet pussy in need of deep penetration in here.‖ She parted her thighs and ran a fingertip along her wet slit. ―I think this is where you want to be.‖ He inched forward on his knees between her thighs. ―That's definitely where we want to be.‖ Moments later, he slipped his tongue and fingers inside her. She closed her eyes and curled her fingers in his hair. While he rushed his fingers in and out of her making her wetter and wetter, he explored her slit and clit with his mouth and tongue.

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She felt as if her body had turned to liquid heat. While she clutched him close, he devoured her pussy. With her hips lifting off the sofa and yet another sweet release just seconds away, he suddenly removed his tongue and fingers from her. Her eyes flew open. Correctly interpreting the look of panic in her eyes, he shook his head. ―Don't worry, sweet. I'm not going anywhere but inside you.‖ Relieved, she slowly stretched out on her back. Slipping between her thighs, he quickly pushed inside her. Kelly closed her eyes, losing herself in the wonder of sex with a man who found her so desirable. He moved in and out of her with the most punishing thrusts. Her toes curled and her back arched. Since she‘d been on the verge of coming when he withdrew, it only took a few powerful strokes to send her over the edge. She cried out, dug her nails into his ass, and came. Keeping himself buried deep inside her, he extended his arms, and fucked her with a passionate fury that threatened to shatter her completely. Overwhelmed by the feelings of being at his mercy, she shuddered and came again. That orgasm‘s almost painful intensity drove her to tear her lips away from his and push at his shoulders.

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He clutched her closer and sucking hard at the side of her neck, he came. When he stopped shuddering, he crushed her against the sofa. His lips brushed her ear. ―Shit. Double shit.‖ Kelly smiled, running her fingers through his hair. After Brian practically leaving her at the altar, Damon's response was gratifying. ―Only a double shit? I thought it was at least a triple one.‖ She felt his chest moving before his warm laughter filled her ears. ―It was off the charts,‖ he admitted in a voice filled with surprise and wonder. She felt like purring as she stroked her fingers down his back to his ass. ―Yes. It was.‖ She wiggled her hips and parted her legs suggestively. But he groaned and drew out of 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. Then we‘ll go pick up your bag before we hit the road.‖ ―Shower?‖ She wet her lips. ―Together?‖ ―Don't tempt me.‖ He laughed, drew her to her feet, and slapped her ass. ―Ouch! That stung.‖

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He surprised her by slipping his arms around her and holding her close. He smiled and slapped her ass again. ―That's the general idea, sweet.‖ She leaned against him, staring up into his beautiful green eyes. ―This is crazy,‖ she told him. He inhaled slowly, nodding. ―I know.‖ His big hands slid down her back, fondling her ass. ―But nothing else has ever felt more right than what we just shared.‖ Touched and relieved, she linked her arms around his neck. ―Believe me, I know the feeling, cowboy.‖ She tugged at his neck until he bent his head. When his lips were a breath away, she kissed him, pushing her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. After several passionate kisses, he pulled away. ―You‘re getting me hard again.‖ Smiling, she allowed her arms to fall away from him. Then she turned and sashayed towards what she hoped was the bathroom.

He watched her go, unable to tear his gaze from the beauty of her brown, round ass. Imagining slipping his cock between the two lovely mounds and into her ass sent a rush of desired–tinged lust through him. Then, much to his surprise, he experienced a desire to wine and dine her.

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He wasn‘t fond of dancing, but he planned to seize each and every opportunity to dance slow and close together with her during the next two days. But first, he needed to give her flowers. No. Red roses that would compliment her warm, milk–chocolate skin tone. Then he‘d shower her with expensive wine and champagne. And then— And then maybe you’ll be ready for a reality check. He sucked in a breath, dismissing thoughts of fucking her all night. He had enough experience with women to suspect she wasn‘t of his nearly ex–girlfriend Gina‘s ilk. Despite her allowing him to make love to her twice, he had the feeling she wasn‘t into casual relationships. If he weren‘t careful, she could end up hurt at the end of the weekend while he walked away sexually stated and emotionally unscathed. Get a grip and stop thinking with your cock. But recalling the taste of her lips and the feel of her voluptuous body cushioning his as they fucked, he knew that would be easier said than done. He made two calls while she showered. The first was to his cousin and best friend. The male on the other end of the phone took several minutes to get over his shock before he offered advice. ―I know she‘s sexy as hell, but she‘s not as resilient as her sister. Fess up. If she still wants to go with you, fine. But don‘t take her without telling her the truth.‖

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He‘d tell her the truth and risk her walking away from him—when hell froze over. ―Are you okay?‖ ―I won‘t deny I was looking forward to the weekend and the relationship I thought we were developing, but my heart isn‘t broken. Give me a week or two and I‘ll be fine. What about Gina?‖ ―I‘m going to call her right now. I‘ll take to your later.‖ The second call was longer and more contentious. By the time Gina slammed the phone down on him, she'd reinforced his decision to formally end their relationship ASAP. In the meantime, he planned to enjoy his weekend. He grimaced. Well, maybe not as much as he‘d intended before making that first phone call. But he didn't plan to spend any more of the weekend thinking about Gina. Not when the most luscious woman he'd met in years stood naked under running water at that very moment. There was absolutely nothing stopping him from joining her. Except for the warning he received from his cousin. Damn, boy, what the hell have you gotten yourself into and how the hell are you going to extricate your ass? He sucked in a breath, silently acknowledging that he had no desire to do that—at least not until after he‘d spent the weekend with her— whoever the hell she was.

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Chapter Two

Sitting beside him as he drove to the Jersey shore later that afternoon, Kelly struggled to recall everything Karen had told her about him: including the fact that 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. She frowned, 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 was as willing as Karen had been to captivate him. Unlike her twin, she couldn‘t possibly imagine jilting him for any other man. ―Tell me about your sister, sweet,‖ he said after nearly half an hour of comfortable silence. Kelly blinked and turned to stare at his profile. ―Who?‖ ―Your sister.‖ ―My sister? What sister?‖ He kept his gaze on the road. ―Kelly. She is your only sister, isn‘t she?‖

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She flushed. ―Oh. Her.‖ She forced a quick laugh. ―Yes her. You two get along?‖ ―Of course we get along.‖ ―And she‘s still your sister. Isn't she?‖ Suspecting where he was going, she forced a laugh. ―Of course she is. I was just in a world of my own when you asked the question.‖ ―So tell me about her. ― She moistened her lips ―What do you want to know?‖ ―Everything.‖ She hesitated, uncertain what he might already know. He cast a quick glance at her. ―Too tall an order?‖ ―Not exactly, but…‖ ―Then let me make it easier for you, sweet.‖ Despite her nervousness, she smiled. She liked the inflection in his voice when he used the endearment. ―Please do.‖ ―I know you have a twin sister.‖ Kelly clenched her left fist at her side. ―Yes, I do.‖ ―Hmm. Two women as charming as you? Be still, my cock.‖ She bit her lip and then laughed.

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He laughed too. ―So. This twin of yours, Kelly. Are you two identical or fraternal?‖ She suppressed the urged to lie. ―Identical—somewhat.‖ ―Different how? Physically or in temperament?‖ Damn, him! He was determined to trap her. He must know or suspect she wasn‘t Karen. But if he did, why didn‘t he just come right out and say so instead of engaging in this slow torture process? ―We have very different temperaments.‖ ―But are physically identical?‖ She moistened her lips. ―Yes.‖ ―I see. 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 fingered the short hair at her nape. ―Are you disappointed that I‘ve cut it?‖ ―I have to admit there‘s something sexy as hell and alluring about a beautiful woman with long dark hair cascading around her face and falling onto her shoulders.‖ Well wasn’t he just the damn ball buster?

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―On the other hand there's something equally sexy about a beautiful woman confident enough in her attraction to the opposite sex to wear a short and sassy cut like yours.‖ Damn, but he was as smooth as he was sexy and handsome. What could Karen have been thinking dumping a man like this? He made Karen's former boyfriend and new husband seem like a boy playing in a man's world. Clearly there were advantages to dating an older, skillful lover. While Kelly knew she had no hope of holding his attention past the weekend, she planned to take full advantage of every opportunity to enjoy knowing him in the biblical sense. The consequences would have to wait until Monday. ―Thank you, Damon.‖ ―You're welcome, but I doubt if it was just the hair that kept…me coming back.‖ No. It had been Karen‘s personality, which she, unfortunately, didn‘t share. ―I could let it grow. It grows very fast—‖ ―What a charming offer, but it's not necessary.‖ His right hand left the steering wheel to brush her leg. ―I have a feeling I can grow to love short hair very quickly, as long as the hair in question belongs to you.‖ ―Thanks, Damon.‖

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―You‘re welcome, sweet. Will you do me a favor?‖ ―Of course, if I can.‖ ―Call me Dom.‖ ―Dom?‖ ―Or Nick, if you prefer.‖ She frowned, glancing at his profile. ―Okay, but how do you get Dom or Nick from Damon?” He shrugged. ―There‘s nothing mysterious about the request, sweet. My name is Dominick Damon Evans Jr. Some people call me Damon. Some call me Dom. Others call me Nick.‖ Karen had always called him Damon, but she couldn't very well point that out without his wondering why his name was an issue with her. ―Oh, okay. Which do you prefer? Dom or Nick?‖ And why did he suddenly want to be called something other than Damon? ―Ladies‘ choice, sweet, but I suggest you use them both.‖ ―Both?‖ She smiled. ―Do you have a split personality that requires two names?‖ He laughed. ―No, but I thought you might want to name him now.‖ ―Him?‖ She blinked and then realized he was referring to his cock. Her cheeks warmed. ―I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.‖

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―Why not?‖ ―I thought I might… benefit from getting to know him a little better before actually naming him.‖ The corner of his mouth turned up. ―You have a point there.‖ ―But you should probably know that I'm leaning towards calling him Nick.‖ ―Nick, it is.‖ To her relief, not only did he not ask any more questions about her but he didn't mention his daughter. But shouldn‘t she? Surely he would think her very self–centered if she didn‘t. And curiously enough, she did want to know everything about him and that would certainly include his only child. She cleared her throat. ―So. How is…‖ she paused, hoping he‘d fill in the blank. No such luck. ―How is who?‖ Damn the man. ―Your daughter,‖ she said quickly before she lost her courage. ―My daughter? What dau—oh! Her.‖ He laughed. ―She‘s fine.‖ Her? Kelly cast an annoyed look in his direction. Men. Would it have been too much trouble for him to actually say her name? ―Good.‖ Almost as if he knew the source of her annoyance, he laughed again. ―Fuck you,‖ she muttered.

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―That's kind of the idea of this weekend, sweet.‖ She compressed her lips but decided not to allow his obvious amusement to get under her skin. Ignoring his retort, she settled back in her seat as they lapsed into silence again. Although excited at the thought of spending the next two evenings sharing a bed with him, she reminded herself those same nights would be wrought with endless opportunities for her to stumble and betray her true identity.

He kept his eyes on the road and his hands to himself with difficulty during the remainder of the drive. Instead of surrendering to the urge to pull over to the shoulder in the hopes of a few kisses, he forced himself to give her the space and time he suspected she needed. He cast a quick glance at her. There would be time for all the intimacy they both desired later. For now he‗d concentrate on driving and on keeping his overactive libido under control. Just knowing she was probably as horny as he was, was enough. He glanced at her again and found her gaze turned on him. He flashed a quick smile and turned his attention back to the road. She was going to look absolutely irresistible in the moonlight. The coming night would be very interesting for them both.

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Karen had told her Damon‘s house was on the beach. Kelly stood on the porch that ran the length of the house watching the waves gently breaking against the shore while he carried their bags and groceries inside. She turned to admire his tight, firm ass. Recalling how it had felt clenching and unclenching as he fucked her earlier, she shivered. Soon, if all went well, they would be lying on the beach in the moonlight making love. The water would lap gently over their feet and legs. The soft, moist sand would 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 anticipatory pleasure through her and she smiled. ―The nearest house is half a mile up the beach. We can be nearly alone here. Just you, me, the moonlight, and all the romance we can handle, sweet.‖ Pleased that he appeared to want at least a semblance of romance between them, she turned to find him standing behind her. Noting the look of desire in his green eyes she spoke impulsively. ―Oh Damon, it‘s so beautiful here.‖ He arched a brow. ―Yes it is, sweet. But you say that as if you weren‘t here just three weeks earlier.‖

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Kelly sucked in a breath and turned away. That's mistake number one, girl. And it's a whopper. You can't afford any more. Such a huge mistake did not bode well for the rest of the weekend. ―I only meant….ah…I had no idea that being here with you again could be so very…uh…nice.‖ She bit her lip. That explanation sounded lame, even to her own ears. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. She kept her gaze on the sprinkling of hair visible under the open buttons of his shirt. Slipping an arm around her waist, he tipped up her chin with his other hand. ―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, Damon?‖ ―Dom,‖ he reminded her before he bent his head until his lips were so near she could feel their warmth on her mouth. ―Oh yes, you are.‖ ―What are you planning to do about it?‖ she asked. ―Just this.‖ He gathered her in his arms. She lifted her face with her lips already parted. 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

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hips against his. Making love with him that night was going to be too erotic for words. After several moments, he released her. ―If this where any sweeter, I'd die of a sugar overdose.‖ She smiled, tilting her head to the side. ―And you're very smooth—for a man your age.‖ She saw a flash of annoyance in his green eyes before he shrugged. ―You have the middle room again.‖ She blinked, stunned. Oh, shit. Surely he wasn't going to overreact to a meaningless joke? ―Middle room? I have the middle room?‖ He nodded. Weren‘t they going to sleep together? ―I—I do?‖ ―You do—unless you prefer the back one.‖ She swallowed the why which trembled on her lips. So they wouldn‘t be making love in the moonlight on the beach after all. Disappointment rose up like bile to lock her vocal cords. How could he possibly mean for them to sleep in separate rooms after the blistering hot sex they‘d shared? Should she state the obvious and tell him she‘d only been joking about his age?

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One look at the determined glint in his eyes assured her he was serious. After a brief consideration of tossing what was left of her pride away and begging him to spend the night with her, she smiled and followed him inside.

They ate dinner by candlelight on the patio. Just before the meal, Dom produced a vase that held a single rose. ―A dark, red rose whose beauty pales in comparison to the most sensual and loveliest woman I've ever met.‖ A surge of heat rushed through Kelly. ―That‘s so sweet.‖ He reached across the table to clasp her hands in his. ―I can be sweeter still.‖ She smiled. ―That‘s what I‘m counting on.‖ He grinned. ―Are you now?‖ She suspected she‘d regret her shameless behavior later. But her only current desire was to have him make love to her. Or better still, fuck her hard and deep. She was wet just thinking about it. ―Oh, yes.‖ ―Then we both have something to look forward to.‖ She nodded. He held her hand as they walked along the beach after dinner. Occasionally, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her fingers.

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Although the night seemed rife with romance, when she glanced at him, she found him looking at her with a frown furrowing his brow that created an air of disquiet in her. That is until he suddenly stopped and turned her into his arms. She pressed close. ―Damn, you're pretty.‖ She linked her arms around his neck and lifted her chin. ―What do you plan to do about it?‖ He gently brushed his lips against hers. Allowing his lips to slide across her cheek, he whispered something against her ear. Although inaudible it sounded soft and romantic. ―I didn‘t understand a word you said, but I liked the sound of it,‖ she told him. He smiled and pressed a quick kiss against her lips before he released her. Without his arms around her, she felt a chill. Taking her hand in his again, they resumed walking without speaking. He stopped several more times to kiss and caress her. Each time his lips touched hers and his hands brushed her ass, 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 completely from his handsome head.

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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. ―Sweet dreams? Aren‘t you…aren‘t we sleeping together?‖ He kissed her again, licking and biting gently at her bottom lip. ―No.‖ Damn him! ―Why not?‖ ―I think we need to spend the night alone.‖ ―Why?‖ ―I want you to be very sure before we—‖ ―I'm already very sure and we‘ve already had sex.‖ ―I know that. Believe me, I do.‖ ―Then what‘s your problem?‖ ―Are you sure I‘m the one with the problem?‖ She tensed. ―What‘s that supposed to mean?‖ He shrugged and kissed her cheek. ―Just that if you‘re sure now, you‘ll still be sure in the morning. I‘ll see you then.‖ She gathered the remnants of her pride, nodded, entered the middle bedroom, and closed the door with a decided bang. Full of frustrated desire, she stalked over to the vanity and sat down to stare at her reflection. ―What has she

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got that I haven‘t?‖ She had the same brown eyes and facial features men found so fascinating on Karen. The same dimple adorned her right cheek. Dom had spent the last six weeks wining and dining Karen and falling under her spell. Lucky Karen. Kelly 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 underwear and climbed into bed. She laid there for a long time, relishing the memory of Dom‘s warm kisses and his lovemaking. Then, taunted by the notion that he was so close and yet out of her reach, she couldn‘t sleep. 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 again. 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. Early the next morning, she turned on the percolator, set the table in the kitchen, filled two cups with coffee, and tapped on Dom‘s bedroom door.

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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 had sex with a man she didn‘t know. Besides, she had to make the most of all her opportunities—starting now. She opened the bedroom door and walked into the room, trying to project an air of a woman who belonged there. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bed where he sat. She stared. 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. ―‘Morning. Coffee?‖ She nodded. And pussy if you want it. He patted the bed. ―Come share it with me.‖ ―Do you think I should?‖ ―Probably not.‖ He sounded amused. ―Come anyway. I won‘t bite you…well, not much.‖ Now was the time to stop the 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 invitations. She just needed to put the cup down and

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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. ―What other things?‖ ―I spent most of the night thinking about a delightful treasure called Dom‘s Pussy.‖ He brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. ―I need some of it now. Are you still interested?‖ ―What about your…doubts from last night?‖ she asked. ―I need and want you right now. Are you interested?‖ Her pussy pulsed. She nodded. He trailed a finger along her slightly parted lips. ―Are you sure? I want you to be sure.‖ ―If you ask me that once more, I‘m going to spank your tight ass!‖ ―I‘d probably like that,‖ he teased. She blushed. His smile vanished. ―Is there anything you want to tell me before we do this again?‖

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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 he fucked her? She lifted her chin and met his gaze. ―The only thing I want to tell you is how much I want you deep inside me. Is that plain enough or do I need to humiliate myself by begging to be fucked?‖ He caressed her cheek. ―That‘s not exactly the response I wanted, but I can assure you, I have no desire to humiliate you.‖ ―Then what are you waiting for?‖ ―Good question.‖ He took the untouched cup from her trembling fingers and placed it on the nightstand. Then he gently drew her onto the bed. ―How do you want it?‖ He spoke against her open mouth as he stretched out on the bed, taking her down with him. ―Anyway you want to give it to me,‖ she told 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, thick head. God, but she couldn‘t wait to feel it slipping in and out of her pussy again.

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She closed both hands around him. ―Oh Dom! 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 sent intense, almost unbearably luscious sensations surging through her body. ―Oh…God!‖ He ate her with the 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. He cupped her ass 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. ―Oh…God!‖ He kept kissing and stroking her until she fell back against the bed, gasping for breath. Instead of rolling away from her, Dom lay with his face pressed against her stomach.

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She curled her fingers in his hair. He gently stroked her thighs, while her heartbeat returned to normal. ―Are you all right?‖ he asked. ―I‘ve never been any better,‖ she admitted. ―Neither have I,‖ he responded, sounding surprised. After a moment of remaining between her thighs, he rose to his knees. Kelly moistened her lips. He spread his big body on top of her between her legs. Feeling his hard cock pressed against her drenched channel, her heart beat a new tattoo of desire against her chest. When he kissed her, the scent of her on his lips filled her nostrils. 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 fucked?‖ he asked softly. ―Yes.‖ She slipped her arms around his neck. ―Oh yes, please!‖ ―With or without a condom?‖ She was on birth control and she wanted to feel his big naked cock inside her. She knew with her head raw wasn‘t the way to go, but she had to feel him naked inside her. ―Without,‖ she told him. ―That‘s a very big step.‖ Damn him. Was he now having second thoughts? ―I know.‖

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―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. Kelly trembled with need and stroked her hands down his body. ―Take me and fuck me raw!‖ ―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! God! Yes! Yes!‖ With just the head of his cock resting inside her, he paused to look down at her. ―Are you all right?‖ She‘d never had a lover with such a big, thick cock head. Eager to feel him taking full possession of her, she nodded. ―Yes.‖ ―You‘re sure?‖ ―Positive.‖ She lifted her hips off the bed. He kissed her gently, rested more of his weight on her, and pushed against her.

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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 into 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. Heavenly. He lifted his head and stared down at her. ―Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull out some?‖ She loved the fullness she felt with him buried deep inside her pussy. It did hurt a little, but good Lord, it was a sweet pain she‘d gladly endure again and again. ―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.‖ Kelly liked that he spoke of making love to her instead of fucking her. She ran her fingers through the short hair beginning to silver at his temples. ―Don‘t you want to be all the way inside me?‖ ―Hell yeah! You‘re so tight and slick and hot.‖ ―Those are good things. Right?‖

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―Oh, hell, yeah.‖ He moved his hips gently against hers, 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 as much as I intend to.‖ She had a pussy full of the sweetest cock she‘d ever had inside her. How could she not enjoy it? She reached up 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 start fucking.‖ He kissed her again, this time his mouth felt 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,

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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, Dom. 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 was surprised at how quickly he was ready to fuck her again. Didn‘t men his age need more time between fucks? 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! Dom. You feel so good inside me. Please…please…fuck me again—hard and deep.‖ 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

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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.

―Hey, are you planning to sleep all day, my luscious lovely?‖ Sighing contentedly, Kelly opened her eyes. Dom stood over her with a tray. He had shaved and was dressed in a pair of shorts and a pullover. ―Hungry?‖ he asked. 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 enjoy sucking her breasts half as much as Dom did. ―Luscious lovely?‖ ―Yes. You are lovely and luscious.‖ He stroked her cheek. ―And mine.‖

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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 stand 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?‖ ―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 her nipples before lifting his head to look at her. ―Are you coming with me?‖ She nodded. ―Yes! Give me half an hour.‖ She sniffed the tray. ―It smells good.‖

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―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, with dark hair, 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. Hopefully, by the time she did, he‘d been so into her, he‘d be willing to forgive her.

They went to Atlantic City that night. Over dinner, she looked up to find 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?

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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.‖ She smiled. ―How interested are you?‖ ―Very.‖ ―You have to know the feeling is mutual, Dom.‖ He nodded, but she noted the weary look still in his gaze. After dinner they spent an hour gambling. After they both lost, they walked briefly along the boardwalk before heading back to the beach house. They kicked off their shoes and walked hand in hand along the shore until she stopped and turned to lean against him. He leaned down to kiss her. ―Ready to head in?‖ She nodded. They turned and walked back to the house in silence. Once inside, he dismayed her when he led her to the middle bedroom door. ―Why are we standing in front of this bedroom, Dom?‖

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―You‘ve had me behaving like a sex–crazy teenager from the moment I saw you. And let‘s face it, I‘m not a boy. It‘s time I remembered that and stopped thinking with my cock.‖ ―What?‖ ―It‘s so hard to think straight around you, but coming down here when I knew I wasn‘t in full–control wasn‘t a good idea. I want to, but I don‘t think we should complicate things any further by sleeping together again.‖ What the hell was his problem? What made him think he could keep jerking her around to suit his mood? She was angry until a sudden thought struck her. Maybe he couldn‘t perform again so soon but didn‘t want to have to admit it. Was his sporadic sex drive responsible for Karen‘s loss of interest in him? If that were the case, she thought Karen had made a bad choice, but the thought did help her understand his hot–cold act. She wouldn‘t push him or do anything to make things worse for him. ―Okay,‖ she said. He cupped her face between his palms and kissed her until she couldn‘t breathe. Then he hugged her briefly before he urged her into the bedroom. Kelly swallowed disappointment as she undressed. Once in bed, she lay awake for a long time, hoping he‘d come to her. He didn‘t and they spent their last

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night together in separate beds. She punched a fist in her pillow and turned her face in the resulting indentation. You cannot lose him, Kelly. You can’t. If there are periods of time when he can’t perform, you’ll learn to deal with it. You just have to find a way to convey that information to him without letting on that you know of his sexual limitations. If you’re lucky, he’ll recharge his batteries during the night and be ready for a little loving tomorrow. The next morning she woke to find he‘d brewed coffee and made her a delicious omelet and French Toast. Although he kissed her good–morning, he showed no desire for a quickie. They made the drive back to Philly in near silence. He seemed preoccupied and she was miserable and confused. He kissed her cheek and said good–bye in the lobby of the center–city apartment she and Karen had shared. ―Good–bye?‖ Not good night? He stroked the back of his hand against her cheek. ―I think we both need a little time to make rational decisions before we see each other again.‖ He said that after fucking her? Charming. She clenched a hand into a fist and resisted the urge to beg him to stay. Instead, she watched him walk out of her life through a haze of tears.

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Compressing her lips, she walked to the elevator and rode up to her floor. Once inside her apartment, the reality of what she‘d done hit her. She sank down into her loveseat and called Bethnae. ―I need to talk. Can you come over?‖ ―Ah, sure. Give me an hour.

When he let himself into the townhouse, he found his cousin and best friend waiting. Born seven days apart, they‘d grown up together. They‘d never spent more than a few years apart. They didn‘t keep secrets from each other. The moment they faced each other, he saw the clear disapproval in the eyes so like his, looking into them was almost like looking into a mirror. He sighed. ―Go ahead. Say it.‖ ―Okay. You were clearly thinking with your dick during the weekend, Dom.‖ He poured himself a whiskey and gulped it down before he responded. ―It‘s not like I set out to deceive her and you know what? I‘m not in the mood for a lecture. So if that‘s all you have to say, I think I‘ll turn in early.‖ He walked away without waiting for a response.

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As Kelly 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.‖ ―Hell, Kel. I wouldn‘t have thought you had that in you.‖ ―Neither did I, but the moment I saw him, I lost it.‖ ―Clearly, but since Karen doesn‘t want him, where‘s the harm?‖ ―Where‘s the harm? 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?‖ ―If that‘s so important, 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.‖ Bethnae sighed. ―Let‘s just see where we stand. How did you part?‖ She sighed, shaking her head. ―He said we needed time for rational thought before we saw each other 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?‖

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She shook her head. ―I can‘t go on pretending to be Karen.‖ ―Why not? Where‘s the harm?‖ ―When he finds out he‘ll despise me. That‘ll be 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. ―You‘re probably right.‖ ―So you‘re going to be all right?‖ ―Yes.‖ Bethnae glanced at her watch. ―If you‘re sure, I‘m going to head home.‖ ―I am. Thanks, Beth.‖ 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. Dom.‖

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―Yes!‖ She pumped her fist in the air. He did want to see her again. Reality quickly overshadowed the feeling of exhilaration. 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 Dom. Grabbing a towel, she rushed to snatch up her cell phone. ―Hello!‖ ―Hi, Kel!‖ She wrapped the towel around herself and sat on the side of her 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.

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―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 it‘s off the charts. And oh, Kel, he‘s the absolutely best lover I‘ve ever had! Talk about good cock.‖ Kelly raised a brow. She found it difficult to believe Mike was a better lover than Dom. Not that she could admit that. ―Great.‖ Karen spoke after a short pause. ―Well?‖ ―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 Dom‘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! I am so happy.‖ She smiled. ―I‘m so relieved to hear that, 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 were meant to be together. We both knew. Can you understand?‖ Oh boy could she understand. She nodded. ―Yes. And I‘m so relieved and happy for you.‖

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―Listen, we‘re getting ready to go to dinner, but I wanted to talk to you about Damon first.‖ Kelly 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. Actually, I left him a message.‖ Kelly blanched. ―You…you did?‖ ―Yes, but I don‘t know if he got the message. Anyway, I know how much you were dreading giving him the bad news—even though you thought you had to. 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. Especially, if he‘d actually heard her message. She frowned. 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 attraction she‘d actually acted on. ―It‘s about time you had some fun, Kel. I hope you enjoyed yourself.‖

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―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. Did Dom know? Had he actually heard the message? She finally decided he hadn‘t. Her secret was safe until he did.

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Chapter Three

Kelly was on her second cup of coffee when Dom called the next morning. The moment she heard his voice, her heart raced and she felt almost dizzy with delight. ―Dom!‖ ―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. Clearly, he hadn‘t heard Karen‘s message so she could be sensible some other time. ―Yes, I am.‖ ―Great. I‘ll pick you up at work at say five–thirty,‖ he said. She fought back panic. If he went to Karen‘s studio, he‘d learn she was on her honeymoon. ―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. She found it difficult to concentrate on work. Her thoughts kept going to him. At the end of the work day, she rushed home to get ready.

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He arrived that night with another dozen roses. After she put them in a vase, he took her in his arms. ―Hi, sweet.‖ She silently lifted her mouth. Bending his head and cupping a hand over her ass, he slapped her ass several times before he kissed her breathless. With her ass stinging and trembling with desire, she finally gasped and pulled out of his arms. ―Hi, Dom.‖ He smiled, stroking her cheek. ―Ready to be wined and dined?‖ She nodded. ―Yes. Oh, yes, Dom.‖ ―I like the breathless way you say my name,‖ he told her. He drew her back into his arms. Slipping his hands under her dress and into her panties, he caressed her cheeks as he ravished her mouth for several sweet minutes. When he lifted his head, she pulled away before she gave into temptation and reached down to unzip his pants. ―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.‖ He slapped her ass hard. She sucked in a breath. ―If you kept that up, I won‘t be able to sit down.‖

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He laughed and took her hand in his. ―Lead the way.‖ They had dinner at an Italian restaurant before going 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 planned to enjoy every precious moment with him. Once, when she was on the verge of admitting who she was, he cut her off. ―Let‘s keep things light, sweetheart. Right now I just want to hold you close and slow dance.‖ So she closed her eyes and floated around the dance floor in his warm embrace. On the drive to her apartment, they listened to soft jazz in silence. ―Would you like to come in?‖ she asked when they stood outside her door. He hesitated before cupping her face between his palms. ―I‘d love to, but I have an early morning conference tomorrow. I‘ll need all my wits about me.‖ She stroked a hand down his chest. ―I won‘t keep you long and we don‘t have to have sex if you‘d rather not.‖ He frowned. ―Why the hell wouldn‘t I want to have sex with you?‖ ―So you‘ll come in?‖ ―If I come in, it‘ll be to fuck you senseless.‖

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She gripped his tie. ―Then come in.‖ ―I can‘t afford to.‖ He bent his head and gently touched his lips to hers. ―So I will reluctantly say goodnight.‖ Oh, damn. Although disappointed that she couldn‘t change his mind, he seemed so tender she wondered if he were in the mood to be forgiving if she told him the truth. She caught his hand as he turned away. ―Dom?‖ ―Yes, my lovely? What is it?‖ ―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 need to tell me?‖ She hesitated. It was almost as if he knew, but he couldn‘t. She‘d been too careful. And she just knew he hadn‘t heard Karen‘s message. Given that fact, if she confessed and he spurned her, she‘d have needlessly cut their time together short. ―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, sweetheart, but if I spend the night I‘m not going to want to get up early in the morning and leave you.‖

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She reached between their bodies to place her hand over his cock. ―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. Instead, he tore his mouth away and lifted his head. She gazed up at him. ―Dom?‖ ―Oh, hell, I have to get out of here.‖ ―No!‖ She groaned in protest when he suddenly drew away from her. ―Please, stay?‖ He shook his head. ―Don‘t tempt me beyond my endurance, my lovely. My client deserves my best efforts tomorrow. 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?‖

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He laughed, slapping her on her ass. ―Let‘s not make any promises until we‘ve had time to talk. Tomorrow night, we‘ll play it by ear and see where the night leads us. Okay?‖ 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.‖ ―Thanks.‖ He kissed her cheek and pushed her unlocked door open. ―Good night. Sweet dreams.‖ Fat chance of peaceful sleep with she felt ready to burst with sexual frustration. ―You too,‖ she said and walked inside. Oh, damn! What did she have to do to get back into his bed?

Although they had dinner out twice more that week, at the end of each night out, he offered an excuse for not spending the night with her or even giving her a quickie. Each time, she attempted to confess, he stopped her. 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 Pocono Mountains.

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The thought of a long weekend spent in separate bedrooms held little appeal. Yet, she wasn‘t up to practically begging him to fuck her again. ―Let me think about it and get back to you,‖ she said and turned away. He caught her hand and turned her back to face him. ―Think about it now and give me an answer now.‖ His insistence surprised her. ―What‘s the rush, Dom?‖ ―I want an answer right now.‖ She sucked in an annoyed breath. ―Fine. Yes.‖ He smiled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. ―This time we won‘t have to pretend we need separate bedrooms.‖ After he‘d so ruthlessly rejected all her attempts to get him into bed, his no frills way of telling her he‘d expect to sleep with her annoyed her. Of course, after the shameless way she‘d behaved, it was ridiculous to expect him to treat her like a shy virgin. She shrugged. ―Fine, Dom.‖ He studied her face for a moment, then reached over and stroked her cheek. ―I‘m sorry, sweet. That came out all wrong. I want—I need to make love to you again, but I didn‘t mean to make any assumptions that annoy you.‖ 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

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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 don‘t stutter. 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 confess, 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.‖ She sighed. How could anything be all right while she was deceiving him?

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They had dinner out after the play. Over coffee, he reached across the table to place his hand over hers. ―Are you seeing anyone?‖ ―Am I seeing anyone? You mean other than you?‖ ―Yes. Other than me.‖ ―No.‖ ―So you‘re not dating anyone else?‖ ―No, Dom, I‘m not.‖ ―Why not?‖ ―I don‘t know. Maybe because I‘m already dating the one man I‘m interested in dating. Just so there‘s no misunderstanding. That would be you.‖ He smiled. ―You don‘t know how glad I am to hear that.‖ ―And you? Are you dating anyone else, Dom?‖ His hesitation was too long to be her imagination. ―Not anymore.‖ She pulled her hand from his. ―Oh?‖ He shrugged. ―I admit there was someone else a few weeks ago, but it was nothing very serious and I ended it permanently after our weekend at the shore.‖ She stared at him. ―So you were two–timing Ka—‖ She caught herself and looked away. He recaptured her hand. ―I‘ve never had to lie about my romantic entanglements. It was never really serious and now it‘s over.‖

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She was a fine one to talk when Karen had eloped on him. ―Good. So now we‘re dating each other exclusively?‖ He nodded. ―Yes. Dating you exclusively is the only way to go.‖ She smiled and squeezed his hand. ―You‘re so romantic and sweet, Dom.‖ ―And you are so beautiful and sexy you command my complete attention and…devotion.‖ ―Devotion? I like the sound of that.‖ He laughed and released her hand. They talked casually for the rest of the meal. Later when he kissed her good night, he slipped a hand under her dress and pinched her ass cheeks. By the time he lifted his mouth from hers, she felt ready to burst. But hell would freeze over before she begged and gave him another chance to reject her. ―Good night,‖ she whispered and slipped inside her apartment, closing the door before he could respond.

Cycling on the stationary bike in the gym two nights later with Beth, Kelly cast a quick glance her way. ―Be honest with me. Do you think I‘m crazy?‖ ―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?‖

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―No. And now it‘s time for me to face the fact that he‘s not interested and move on.‖ ―What about Todd?‖ ―What about him?‖ Bethnae countered. ―He‘s nice enough, but…‖ ―But what?‖ ―He‘s not the one I want.‖ Kelly sighed. ―We‘re a sad duo, aren‘t we?‖ ―Not you. You‘ve at least gotten to first base with your Damon.‖ ―Dom. He prefers to be called Dom.‖ ―Why? Karen always called him Damon.‖ ―I don‘t know why. Besides, I‘ve only gotten to first base a few times because he thinks I‘m Karen.‖ ―I don‘t think so.‖ She turned to stare at Bethnae‘s profile. ―What do you mean you don‘t think so?‖ Bethnae shrugged. ―I mean I‘m not so sure he thinks you‘re Karen.‖ ―What?‖ ―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.‖

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―And why can‘t he know?‖ ―I‘ve been too careful.‖ Bethnae shook her head. ―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.‖ Bethnae laughed. ―You go and keep going, girl!‖ Smiling, she intensified her pedaling. ―I intend to.‖ At least until it was time to pay the piper.

Kelly and Dom 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, Dom, 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.‖

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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, Dom, 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, damn, you make me feel so damn good. ―You have the sweetest, tightest pussy 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

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gentle, but relentless assault on her clit, sent her into a shattering climax in a matter of minutes. ―Oh, God…oh, Dom…I‘m cuming!‖ He thrust deep into her, several times, hurting her. ―Come for me. Come for me, sweet. 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 sleepily, thrusting her hips back against him to keep him in her as long as possible. As he pulled out of her, her juices trickled 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 Dom 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 Philly. 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? Each time she glanced in his direction, she noted the tense way he gripped the steering wheel.

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―Sweetheart, I was wondering if you‘d given any thought to marriage?‖ he asked as they stood outside her apartment door saying goodnight at the end of their long weekend. Her heart raced and it took several moments before her throat muscles loosened enough for her to speak. ―Marriage? Did you say marriage? To who?‖ ―To me! Who the hell do you think I mean?‖ She blinked. ―To you? I don‘t know what to say, Dom.‖ ―You don‘t? A yes would be nice.‖ How could she shout yes when he thought he was proposing to Karen? He sighed. ―Look, 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.‖ ―Your age isn‘t an issue, Dom.‖ ―I seem to recall a couple of remarks that indicated it might be.‖ ―They were meant as jokes!‖ ―Just in case they weren‘t, I want to point out that I‘m very good at what I do. You won‘t need to work unless you want to. I can give you anything you want within reason and—‖ Her first reaction was one of utter jubilation. Bethnae 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 has never been the problem with me, Dom.‖

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―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. Being with you makes everything in my life so much more worthwhile.‖ ―Oh, Dom! I feel the same way.‖ ―So you agree with me that we‘re perfect together?‖ ―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. ―We‘re perfect together and we‘re both single and dating exclusively. We both want to get married. Why not now?‖ ―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?‖ ―There aren‘t any buts in connection with you, Dom. You‘re a great guy, a fantastic lover, sweet, and considerate. What more could a woman want?‖

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―I don‘t know. You seem to want more.‖ He looked doubtful. ―Should I be discouraged?‖ ―Oh, no, Dom!‖ 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—‖ She stretched up to press 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. ―Did that feel like I‘m not interested in you?‖ ―That was very nice but it was just physical. I want and need more than lust from you.‖ She stroked his cheek. ―I am very interested in you, Dom, and I am very sure that you shouldn‘t be discouraged. And trust me, this isn‘t just about lust.‖ 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, Dom. Just give me a little time to get used to the idea that you want to marry me.‖ He turned her to face him. ―In case you don‘t know, let me reassure you that whatever is bothering you isn‘t going to make any difference to me.‖

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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.

―You proposed without telling her who you are?‖ Dom paced the floor of his cousin‘s living room after taking Kelly home. ―I don‘t want a lecture, Damon.‖ ―What you want and what you need are apparently two different things.‖ He swung around to stare in the face so similar to his own that people frequently thought they were twins. ―She didn‘t accept so there‘s no harm done. Besides, it‘s not as if she isn‘t doing the same thing.‖ ―Maybe so, but at least she had the decency not to accept knowing she wasn‘t being up front with you. You have to tell her who you are, Dom. Clearly, she has feelings for you. You have feelings for her. Don‘t continue to let her think you‘re me.‖ ―She‘s made a couple of comments about my age.‖ ―So? They haven‘t stopped her from seeing and sleeping with you. They‘re not going to stop her from accepting you for who you are.‖ He rose and placed a

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hand on his shoulder. ―You‘re an accomplished, successful man. Tell her the truth and then propose again. Do it soon.‖ ―Why?‖ ―I‘m eager to meet the woman capable of knocking you off your feet so completely, Mr.–I‘m–Not–The–Marrying–Kind has proposed within a few weeks.‖ ―I love her.‖ ―I‘m betting she loves you too.‖ ―How do you arrive at that conclusion? You‘ve never even met her.‖ ―From what Karen told me, they‘re as close as we are. And from what I was told, she‘s very shy and reserved. There‘s no way she would have continued to sleep with you unless she felt something real. She‘s yours for the taking, Dom. Take her.‖ He nodded. ―Thanks for the pep talk.‖ ―You‘ll do the same for me some day.‖ ―You know it.‖

The night before Karen and Mike were due back from Vegas, Kelly asked Dom to accompany her on a dinner cruise along the Delaware River. ―My treat,‖ she told him. ―And you want to pick me up, pay for dinner, and drive me home?‖ he asked.

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His obvious pleasure at the simple invitation surprised her. ―Haven‘t you ever been asked out by a woman?‖ ―Not by any that mattered. I can‘t wait to see you tonight, sweet.‖ ―Same here,‖ she said. ―Until tonight.‖ ―Until then, sweet. Have a great day and think of me often.‖ ―I always do, Dom,‖ she admitted before she hung up. When she arrived to pick him up for dinner with red roses, he engulfed her in a warm embrace and kissed her. ―Thanks, sweet. They‘re almost as beautiful as you are.‖ ―Oh, Dom, thanks!‖ She slipped her arm through his. ―Let‘s get this night started so I can wine and dine you.‖ The night was beautiful and the meal perfect, but Kelly had no appetite. Karen would be back within twenty–four hours. Shortly after her return, she‘d surely contact Dom and expose Kelly as a fraud. After they left the cruise ship, they walked along the riverfront in the moonlight, holding hands. ―What‘s wrong, sweet?‖ 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?‖

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―You‘ve been preoccupied all night. I hope I‘m not starting to bore you.‖ She was amazed that such a handsome, charming man could be so unsure of himself. ―Bore me? There‘s no chance of your ever boring me, cowboy.‖ ―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.‖ ―Oh, Dom…‖ 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. Bethnae 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

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felt cold without the warmth of his arms around her. She stared at him, trying to gage his reaction. He glanced at his watch. ―Let‘s head over to your place so we can finish this discussion in private.‖ She nodded silently. They walked to her car without touching. She found it difficult to concentrate on driving. Each time she cast a quick glance at him, she found him staring in her direction. Once in her apartment, they faced each other in her living room. ―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 pressed a thumb against her mouth and she trembled. ―You were so refreshingly shy, blushing every time I came near you, even after we‘d made love.‖ He caressed her cheek. ―Identical twins or not, I understand the two of you are very different. Besides, Karen always called Damon counselor, not cowboy. I‘ve never seen you with a camera. I understand she was rarely without one. ―Since I knew you weren‘t Karen, you had to be Kelly.‖ He smiled mockingly.

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Kelly‘s shame turned to anger. ―You took me to the shore and you made love to me under false pretenses,‖ she said coldly. ―You can level that charge with a straight face?‖ ―Yes! Why didn‘t you tell me you knew the truth or didn‘t you even know the difference between us?‖ ―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, he could have called her an immoral bitch and she couldn‘t have noticed or cared. ―Damn right I didn‘t 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!‖ But of course that was how it must seem to him. ―It wasn‘t like that at all.‖ ―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.‖ ―And you stopped me several other times when you must have known I wanted to tell you the truth.‖ She compressed her lips. ―And I have to ask myself why.‖ He sighed. ―And well you should since I‘ve been guarding a similar secret.‖

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―You have? What‘s your secret?‖ He ran a hand through his hair. ―I‘m not Damon.‖ ―What? You mean you lied about your name?‖ ―No. Actually, my name is Damon—at least one of them is. As I told you, my name is Dominick Damon Evans, Jr.‖ ―Then what are you talking about, Dom?‖ ―The man your sister dated is Damon Dominick Evans, Jr.‖ She shook her head. ―That‘s the same name and you‘re the man in the picture she had as her screen saver.‖ He shook his head. ―My name is Dominick Damon and his is Damon Dominick. I‘ve seen a picture of her, but I‘ve never met your sister. She dated my cousin Damon.‖ She recalled his response when she‘d asked about his or Damon‘s daughter and believed he and Karen had never dated. ―Why do you call your brother your cousin?‖ ―Damon and I are first cousins born a week apart. Our mothers are identical twin sisters married to identical twin brothers. One of his brothers tells us while we‘re legal cousins, we‘re actually genetic identical twins—whatever the hell that means.‖ ―Identical cousins? Are you serious?‖

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―Absolutely. Even our own parents used to have a hard time telling us apart. But I‘m not interested in talking about Damon.‖ ―No. Let‘s talk about your deception,‖ she said, poking at his chest. ―Why didn‘t you tell me the truth when I arrived?‖ ―Why were you there if not to deceive your way into his bed?‖ he countered. ―I came to give him his Dear John letter in person! I didn‘t come to pretend I was Karen. Why were you there and not him?‖ ―I‘ve been living in L.A. for ten years. When my last relationship went south and Damon asked me to join his law firm, I decided to come home. I‘m staying with him until I buy a place of my own. He‘d received your sister‘s message earlier in the day and flew to the Bahamas to drown his sorrows. When I opened the door and saw you, I fell hard.‖ ―And that makes deceiving me all right?‖ ―You thought it did,‖ he reminded her. ―And when you assumed I was him, I decided to go with the flow.‖ He shrugged. ―So you see, we‘re two of a kind and obviously meant to be together.‖ ―I never intended to deceive you, Dom. But before I could say anything, you kissed me and I knew you were everything I‘d always wanted and needed in a man. Karen didn‘t want you—him, but I did.‖

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―And you didn‘t confess because?‖ ―Because I thought you wanted Karen and I can never be her!‖ ―I consider that a good thing, sweet. Damon fell for her but not hard enough to propose. You knocked me off my feet the moment I saw you. You don‘t need to be anyone other than yourself. Damon liked her a lot. I love you.‖ ―You love me? Are you sure?‖ ―Hell, yes I‘m sure. I‘m forty years old and I have never even considered asking any other woman to marry me. 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?‖ He sighed. ―Is it too soon to expect you to feel that way about me?‖ ―Get a grip on reality man! I do love you. I have from the first night we met.‖ ―You have? Oh, thank God!‖ He buried his face in her neck and she realized that his cheeks were damp. She touched his head. ―Dom?‖ He lifted his head and she saw there were tears in his beautiful green eyes. ―I didn‘t think you cared, Kelly.‖

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―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, but I don‘t.‖ ―I didn‘t know that then, sweet. All I knew is that I needed more than great sex 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 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 linked her arms around his neck. ―I love you and I love your big cock. I can handle you both all night long. Every night. Let‘s go to bed, cowboy so I can give you a taste of the joys in store for you.‖

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He slapped her ass. ―Sounds like a plan. Led the way, sweet, and I‘ll be right behind you—every step of the way for the rest of our lives.‖ ―For the rest of our lives? I like the sound of it.‖ ―You‘re going to love the feel of it,‖ he promised. ―That‘s what I‘m counting on, cowboy,‖ she took his hand and led him into her bedroom.

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Award-winning author Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast of The US. In additional to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romances in various genres, she enjoys roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her favorite hometown sports teams. Her other interests include collecting Doc Savage pulp novels from the thirties and forties and collecting Marvel comics from the seventies and eighties (particularly Thor and The Avengers.) Her favorite TV shows are forensic shows, westerns (Gunsmoke and Have Gun, Will Travel are particular old favorites), and mysteries (Charlie Chan movies in particular). Her all time favorite mystery movie is probably Dead, Again. She‘s seen nearly every vampire movie or television show ever made (Forever Knight and Count Yorga, Vampires are favorites. She thoroughly enjoys interacting with readers either through email or via her Yahoo web group.

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