Sweet Surrender

Sweet Surrender By Marilyn Lee

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Sweet Surrender By Marilyn Lee

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Chapter One

“So? Is this upcoming long weekend business or pleasure?” Seated at a table for four with three of her friends, for a girl’s night out, Bethnae Wills frowned. Kelly Evans was married to a mouth–watering, hunky lawyer named Dominick Evans. She, Lena, and Maria were the last of their circle of friends still unattached. Maria, with her mounds of curly blond hair, lovely face, sweet disposition, and unshakable faith that Mr. Right would come riding into her life when she least expected him, seemed content to wait. Bethnae, on the other hand, was growing increasingly fearful that unless she did something drastic soon, she’d never land the man she considered her white knight. “Kelly to Beth.” She shook her head and smiled as Kelly flashed a hand in front of her. “Sorry. My mind wandered. This coming weekend? It’s business. What else?” She saw Kelly and Lena exchange a quick look before Lena arched a brow. “Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hand, Beth.” Kelly had taken one look at Dom and decided to pretend to be her twin

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sister (his ex–lover) to land him. Of course, she’d soon learned that Dom wasn’t who he was pretending to be either. In the end things had worked out wonderfully for them. While by no means shy, Beth didn’t think she had the same option Kelly had taken since her situation was dicier than Kelly’s had been. Kelly’s hadn’t risked her financial future when she had made her move on Dom. “Sometimes. I’ll see how the weekend goes before I decide what my next move should be.” “Make it a bold move, Beth,” Kelly suggested. “That’s easy for you to say,” she said. “She’s right, Beth,” Lena said. “I know he interested.” “Then you do more than I do,” Beth said. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” “Then why hasn’t he made a move?” she asked. “As your employer he has a lot to lose if he does and things go bad between the two of you.” “So do I.” “I think he’s trying to feel you out,” Kelly said. “Why else would he expect you to be interested in a working weekend over the Christmas holidays?” “I think she has a point, Beth,” Lena said. Buy yourself some sexy x–mas lingerie and be prepared to give him the jolliest Christmas of his life.”

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She studied her friends in silence for several moments before she replied. “You just might be right.” She shrugged. “Enough about me. Who has all their shopping done?” Several hours later, Bethnae slid into bed. She decided Lena was right. It was probably time she made a move of her own. Sometimes men, no matter how intelligent, needed a push in the right direction. She thought of the sexy dress and teddy she’d packed and smiled. Both were Christmas red. If one or the other didn’t get the job done, nothing would. With thoughts of the possibilities the upcoming weekend would provide, she drifted to sleep.

Adam Barclay looked out the ski lodge window. Bethnae stood at the foot of the ski slope talking to the second man to stop her since she’d finished her run. With her short, natural hair framing her lovely, toffee–brown face, she looked enchanting. No wonder men kept stopping her. Still, having her spend most of the holiday weekend talking to other men definitely wasn’t in his game plan. But then he’d been constantly revising that plan because he didn’t want to blow what would probably be his one chance to gauge her possible interest in him. Watching her, he tightened his lips. Either he was going to have to start taking advantage of the opportunities this long weekend provided or risk some

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other man making a move on her. He’d waited too long to allow that to happen. Nevertheless, asking her out could be disastrous. If she shared his interest, fine. If she didn’t but didn’t feel comfortable enough to say so, he could be placing undue stress on her. Or his overtures could serve to provide a hostile work environment for her. Even worse, he could find himself on the receiving end of a sexual harassment lawsuit. Still, he had to make a move soon and with all the mistletoe hanging all over the place, he had a built–in excuse for at least a peck at the corner of her luscious lips if not actually sweeping her into his arms and kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. Just that morning as they’d shared a quick breakfast, he’d been sorely tempted to tell her that he wanted an exclusive relationship with her. He doubted he could go on much longer as he was. Thoughts of her lovely, sleek, dark body with its full breasts and long legs had kept sleep at bay for far too many nights. Sometimes just looking at her lush loveliness got him hard and kept him in a perpetual state of arousal. But two of the four–day working vacation he’d connived to spend with her at an exclusive ski lodge were gone and he was no nearer to getting her interested in him than he’d been when he’d hired her as a draftsmen fresh out of college five years earlier.

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Maybe he should take a cue from his older sister. Harriet got a makeover every time a new man roused her interest. It seemed to work because she always got her man. Maybe a makeover would help him get his woman. He didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that his clean–cut features were rather ordinary. His gray eyes were light, instead of the dark, smoky variety women seemed to prefer. He raked a hand through his short, dark blond hair. It was thick, but starting to gray at the temples. And when it came to modern women, didn’t they prefer the dark–haired Antonio Banderas to the blond Brad Pitt type? Not that he had Brad Pitt’s looks. And at five eleven, he was only just above average height. There wasn’t much he could do to turn himself into the tall, handsome, ebony knight he suspected he would need to be to attract a beautiful, voluptuous woman like Bethnae, who was probably waiting for a Denzel Washington or Blair Underwood look–alike to come sweep her off her feet. He felt his cock stir and sighed. He was thinking about her again when he should be working. Okay, so there was a good chance she didn’t share his attraction. So what? She wasn’t the only woman in the world. And he’d never had any problem attracting women who interested him. So why should he start behaving like an inexperienced teenager afraid of being rejected when he asked the most popular girl in school out? Maybe because she was the only woman capable of exciting his passions

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with nothing more erotic than a careless smile. He glanced up when she entered the room nearly an hour later. Her dark brown eyes sparkled and her smooth, sable skin looked flawless and even. She looked excited. He narrowed his eyes. Had she made a date with one of the men to whom she’d been talking? Maybe some lucky man was going to get to hold her in his arms that night and make sweet love to her over and over. He felt his cock stirring again and clamped a tight rein on his feelings. Adam glanced up at the doorframe. Why the hell hadn’t the hotel management hung mistletoe in every door? “How’s it going?” she asked. “Did you get a chance to look over my preliminary designs? What did you think of them?” He liked her soft, sweet voice with the slight hint of a southern accent. But then he found everything about her from her warm, enchanting smile to her delightful laughter alluring. Hell, even if he didn’t get to first base, spending Christmas with her would still be special. He sat back, flexing his shoulders. “Your designs were well thought out—as usual.” And you look so damn good, I’d love to rip off your clothes, pull you down to the carpet, and feast on your pussy before I fuck you senseless. “Then what are you doing stuck in this room?” He shrugged. “You did your job, but I seem to be having a problem doing

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mine. I’ll be here for a while yet.” He watched her walk gracefully toward him. She was tall, but curved in all the right places with a pair of sexy legs and a padded behind that made his fingers itch to caress and hold in his palms as he lay on top of her naked body and repeatedly thrust into her. She stopped just behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders. “Anyone would think you’d never designed a mini mall before. I know. You’ve been at it too long. What you need is a good old–fashioned massage.” Bingo! Yes! What he needed was her touching him. He smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned back until his head rested against her. She smelled of sweet, intoxicating roses and a scent that was all her own. It was hard to describe but it invaded his senses and completely enthralled him. He longed to turn his face against her full, firm breasts. But he was only torturing himself with such sweet thoughts. He sighed softly and allowed his body to relax as she began to knead the muscles of his shoulders with firm, supple hands. “You’re so tense. Relax.” Her lips nearly touched his ear as she spoke. Her fingers lightly brushed his neck, sending a tingle of desire and passion down his abs to his cock. He felt ready to explode with wanting her. He longed to admit he was so tense because he ached for her. He wanted to kiss her full lips, cup her naked breasts in his hands, hold her hips, and allow her to feel his full length and hardness just before he buried himself in her.

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How sweet that would be, but he couldn’t begin to imagine how she would respond to such a confession. He shook his head silently, afraid that he’d give himself away if he spoke before he had time to regain the tenuous control he fought to maintain around her. As it was, his cock felt uncomfortable in his briefs. He needed relief and he needed it soon. “You’re going to have to learn how to relax a little more,” she said, her voice soft and seductive. Or was that just wishful thinking on his part? How was he supposed to relax with her so close and yet so unattainable? When she finished, she rested her fingers against his neck. “Is that better, Adam?” Better? He was so hard, he was about to explode. There was only one way to make things better for him and that was to make love to her. He half turned his head until his cheek rested against her body before he looked up at her. “Yes,” he lied smoothly. “You have golden hands. How can I repay you?” She smiled, revealing a dimple in her left cheek. “I thought you’d never ask! Come into the lounge for a drink before dinner. I’ve hardly seen you outside this room since we arrived.” He shrugged. “This is a working vacation, Bethnae.” She moved to stand in front of him and caught his left hand in hers. “Oh, I know that, Adam, but does that mean we can’t enjoy ourselves a little? And let’s

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not forget that it is Christmas Eve.” She had a way of saying his name that made him long to sweep her into his arms and ride off into the sunset with her. He had visions of walking with her in the moonlight along a Jamaican beach, stopping frequently to kiss her full lips and admire her beautiful body with all its brown curves barely covered by a thong bikini. She tugged at his hand. “Hey, Adam! Where are you?” He blinked the fantasy away and looked at her. “What?” “You’ve refused to go skiing or do anything else with me!” she complained. “There’s a dance in the lounge tonight. You have to go.” “What kind of dance?” he asked, resisting her efforts to pull him from his chair. Once he rose, he feared she’d know he was aroused. Without being vain, he knew most women found the size of his erect cock impressive. She grinned down at him. “Your kind. Slow and oh so close together.” He’d love holding her close while soft, suggestive music provided a seductive background. Dancing slow and close together, he and Bethnae could lose themselves in a winter wonderland of lust and desire all their own. With her held close in his arms he could pretend there was no Todd or other more suitable man waiting to sweep her out of his reach forever. “Slow and close together,” she repeated, winking at him.

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Okay. It was not his imagination. She was flirting with him! Was it possible that the obsession or at least interest wasn’t all on his side? Just maybe this Christmas wouldn’t be blue after all. She tugged at his hand again. “Are you coming?” He stared up into her pretty face. How young and sexy she looked. Too young and sexy for him. Still when he was with her, he no longer felt daunted by the prospect of getting serious about another woman. His marriage of five years had ended several years earlier when he’d come home early one Christmas Eve to find his wife with another man. He hadn’t been in love or even in lust with her anymore, so her infidelity had injured his pride more than bruised his heart. Nevertheless, he’d found it difficult to trust women after that. It has been years since he’d had more than a one–night stand. But lately he was lonely and wanted more than just overly casual sex with a succession of women with whom he felt no emotional attachment. He was at the point in his life where he wanted love and affection with the passion. His desire to share those emotions and needs with Beth were so deeply felt, sex with another woman seemed like a waste of energy and a study in frustration. “Oh, come on, Adam. It’ll be fun.” “Fun?” Saying a platonic good night after slow dancing with her would be impossible. There wouldn’t be enough cold water in the whole country to cool him

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off. If he slow danced with her, he’d have to have her in his bed that night. Period. “I don’t think so, Bethnae.” She gave him a mischievous smile, her dark eyes shooting sparks at him. “You can pretend that I’m your lady love.” He swallowed slowly. The desire to sweep her up into his arms was strong, but he resisted it. She was going to have to make it crystal clear she shared his interest before he made a move. “Meaning what?” She hesitated briefly and then shrugged. “Meaning I’m sure you know how to get as much as possible out of a slow dance in a dimly lit room with a woman in your arms who doesn’t mind being there at least for a few dances.” At least for a few dances? He crashed back down to earth. So much for his hope of spending the night buried to the hilt inside her. “I haven’t got a particular lady love at the moment,” he said coolly, annoyed that she’d teased him without any real intention of following through. She’d deliberately excited him with hints that she was interested in him and then pulled the damn rug out from under his feet, landing him on his ass. To his surprise, instead of taking exception to his tone or the cold look he gave her, she smiled. “Good!” “How the hell is that good?” he snapped, uncaring that he was behaving with ill grace. If she went around arousing a man and then tossing cold water in

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his face, she could hardly expect him to take it well. Hell, she was lucky he hadn’t been reduced to turning the air blue with a string of profanity. “It’s good because there’ll be no one to object when we spend the night dancing—slow and close together.” She gave his hand a squeeze and smiled down at him. “Doesn’t that sound like a plan for a perfect way to spend Christmas Eve?” He stared up at her. His desire for her left him feeling helpless, weak, and so hungry for her he could almost taste his need for her. Giving into his foul mood, he decided it was time to force her to either put up or stop jerking his damned chain. “Have you considered that it might not be wise to start anything you’re not prepared to finish, Beth?” “What do you mean?” “You’re an intelligent woman. What do you think I mean?” He watched, his jaw clenched, as the tip of her tongue peeked between her full lips to outline her mouth. “I think you should know, Adam that I am fully prepared to finish anything I start.” He sucked in a deep breath, maintaining her gaze. “I’m not some boy you can play games with, Beth.” She surprised him by releasing his hand and stepping close, placing one leg on either side of his so that, although still standing, she straddled him. He locked his gaze on hers.

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“You are clearly confusing me with some silly little girl who doesn’t know her own mind. I think I should make something perfectly clear. I’m a woman who knows what she wants and am prepared to do whatever is necessary to get it.” His hands itched to close on her hips and pull her onto his lap. “I hope you mean that because I intend to hold you to not only your word, but all the innuendoes you’ve been tossing around.” “Innuendoes? Apparently I still haven’t made myself clear.” “What?” “Tis the season to give.” She smiled and slowly sank down onto his lap. He stiffened, feeling the heat rise up the back of his neck. Seated as she was, she couldn’t help but feel his hard, aching cock pulsing under her. Locking her gaze with his, she deliberately wiggled her luscious ass against him. He swore softly. Smiling, she linked her arms around his neck. “Now. Is this clear enough for you that I am prepared to finish anything we start?” As if they had a mind of their own, his hands closed around her waist. He barely managed to resist the urge to lean forward to press his face against her breasts. He contented himself with stroking his hands along her ass. “Damn, Beth!”

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“I’ll take that as a yes.” She stroked her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “So, now that we have that out of the way, would you like to come slow dancing with me and get a hint of what I’d like to give you this holiday season?” “I would love to slow dance with you,” he admitted. “And except anything you’d like to give me.” A warm smile spread across her lovely face. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” They stared at each other in silence for several long, potent moments. She took one of his hands from her ass to place it between their bodies, against her breasts. “So we’re going to slow dance and see where it leads us?” “I know where it’s going to lead,” he said, his voice low and brusque. “And if you’re not ready for that you’d better—” She moved his hand from her breasts down over her stomach, stopping with it between her legs, under her skirt. “Does this feel like I’m not ready?” Tightening his free hand against her waist, he slid the fingers of his other hand along the top of her panties. He dipped a finger inside, stroking her pubic hair. “If you’re not ready this minute, you’d better get off my lap—now.” Moving against his fingers, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his cheek in a kiss that was as sensual as any he’d ever felt against his lips. “I like it

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on your lap,” she whispered the words against his ear. Oh, hell, the temptation to turn his head and devour her lips almost made him light headed. But if he gave into temptation now, they’d never make it out of the room. He definitely wanted to make love to her as soon as possible, but the thought of slow dancing with her first, as his passion and anticipation built was enchanting as well. “If you keep moving on my lap like this, you’ll make me...” She lifted her head and looked at him, linking her arms around his neck again. “I’ll make you what? Come?” “Shit!” She laughed and kissed his cheek again, this time moving her lips so close, they nearly touched the corner of his mouth. “Isn’t it clear to you by now that I have every intention of making you come, Adam? Again and again. It’s the perfect gift for the holidays—coming and coming.” He sucked in a breath and waited, eager for his first taste of her lips. After a tense moment, she straightened and smiled at him, her dark, silky lashes concealing the expression in hers eyes. “But first things first. Dancing first. Other delights later tonight.” He stared at her, uncertain and uncaring what his gaze might reveal. “I’m going to change into something suitable for slow dancing and then I’ll

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see you in the main lounge in an hour or so?” He nodded. “Great. Here’s a taste of what you’ll get later.” She rose and took his hand in hers again. Lifting the skirt of her dress, she placed his hand against her stomach. He cupped the palm of his other hand over her ass and pulled her closer. “Nice,” she said. Adam slipped his other hand inside her panties, in search of her opening. When he found it, he stroked his fingers between the lips of her folds. Finding her warm and wet, he was hard pressed not to pin her against the wall and impale her on his cock. She made a small, pleased sound, but gave a little shake of her head before she stepped back. “Soon,” she promised in a soft, breathless voice. “Tis the season—give it to me now.” “Later, Adam.” He nodded again, afraid that if he moved or spoke, he’d lose what little control he still retained. An image of how sweet it would be to reach out, snatch her into his arms, drag her down to the carpet, and plunder her lips as he shot his aching cock deep inside her tortured him. He sucked in a deep breath. She gave him another seductive smile and turned toward the door. His gaze shifted to her lower body. She had long, lovely legs. But damn she

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had a nice ass, round and so enticingly padded. He loved the way it moved as she walked. He waited until she left the room before he rose and headed to the bathroom. He undressed and turned the water on in the shower. Adjusting the spray until it ran cool, he stepped inside. After allowing the water to cascade over his body for a few moments, he reached for the soap, closed his eyes, and thought of Bethnae. He slowly pleasured himself, imagining the hands on his body were hers instead of his own. He imagined her kissing his lips and running her hands over his chest and abs and down to his hard length. Then he pictured her kneeling in front of him, water cascading over her beautiful dark body as she slowly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cock. The image of her full lips stretched over him was enough to make him come quickly and explosively. Breathing deeply, he soaped his cock and balls and masturbated again. He closed his eyes, savoring the thought of taking her in the shower from behind, holding her breasts in his hands as he thrust into her warm, moist body, slowly filling her pussy with his full, hard length. Adam shuddered and came again. Then shaking from his climax, he adjusted the water until it was unpleasantly cold enough to cool his passions. He then showered and dressed. Then it was time to go slow dancing with Bethnae. And later, when they’d had their passions sufficiently aroused, the night

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would end with their performing the ultimate dance. He was going to wake up on Christmas morning—in bed with her. Hot damn.

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Chapter Two

Half an hour later, standing in the doorway of the main lounge, he spotted Bethnae at the other end of the room. Although she had recently lost some weight for a friend’s wedding, she was still very well padded in the dark red dress that complimented her beautiful skin tone and hugged her lovely ass. A man stood on either side of her. His lips tightened. He’d had enough of her flirting with other men. Keeping a firm grip on his temper, he stalked across the room. He placed a hand on her bare shoulder and gave the two men cool smiles. “Sorry, gentlemen, but she’s with me.” She turned, a look of welcome leaping into her dark eyes. Her lips curved into a sweet, seductive smile. “Adam. Finally.” Nodding at the two men, he slid his hand down her back to her waist, took her in his arms, and swept her onto the dance floor. She placed her hands under his jacket, against his chest, and smiled up at him. “Was that a hint of jealousy I detected in your attitude?” He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer. “Was there a reason for me to be jealous?”

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She shook her head, tiny lights dancing in the depths of her dark gaze. Her hands trailed up his chest, coming to rest against his nape. “I always keep my promises and I’ve reserved tonight for you alone.” Her breasts, barely covered by the bodice of her dress, pressed against his chest. He inhaled. The desire to take her to his room, suck her breasts, and fuck her made him almost dizzy. His cock hardened and he barely overcame the desire to pull her even closer so she couldn’t help but feel him swelling and lengthening against her. If she thought he was going to be satisfied with a single night with her, she was going to be in for a rude awakening. “Adam?” He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk.” “Why not?” Because he was afraid he’d get crude and tell her how badly he wanted to fuck her until she walked wide–legged. “Let’s just dance.” She stared into his eyes. “But we’re going to have to talk sooner or later, Adam. The time when we can keep pretending is gone.” “Who the hell is pretending? You know my plans for the night. The only question is which room you want to use—yours or mine.” “Who cares…as long as we share it? Right?”

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Damn straight. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder. “I like how dancing slow and together with you makes me feel.” He pressed his lips against her ear. “How does it make you feel?” She rubbed her breasts against him. “Like I’m in for the best holiday of my life.” He tightened his arm around her waist, pressing his lower body against hers. He no longer cared that she could probably feel his cock. Soon she would be feeling it sliding between her long legs and into her pussy. He closed his eyes and savored the thought of holding her so intimately. Soon the reality of the fourteen–year difference in their ages intruded in his thoughts. That age difference was one of the reasons he’d never asked her out. Well, that and the fact that there was always a steady supply of younger and smoother talking men eagerly waiting in line to take her out. Then there was the small matter of their color difference. He frowned. Clearly, he’d been a fool to worry about that. Judging by the way she responded to his cock pressing against her by slowly rotating her hips, color was no more an issue for her than it was for him. That only left the question of why she’d want a relationship with a divorced man who, despite being married for five years, felt like a clumsy, tongue–tied

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teenager in her presence. And like a teenager, he hungered for sex with her with an intensity he could no longer deny or control. But then she was so lovely, he was certain every man who looked at her was plagued by an overwhelming lust…like the men she’d stopped to chat with after her run on the slopes. “So who was he?” She lifted her head from his shoulder, treating him to a lovely smile. “Who was who?” He tried unsuccessfully to look away from her deep, bewitching gaze and the promise of a long night of passion burning there. “The man I saw you talking to this afternoon.” “What man?” “Actually there were two, not to mention the two leeches I just snatched you away from.” “I don’t like to settle for second best. When you wouldn’t come with me, I went skiing alone.” “Who were the men at the bottom of the slope?” She arched a brow. “Were you watching me in a jealous fit?” To his annoyance, he felt his face heating up. “I was not watching you! I just got up to stretch and happened to see you. Who were they?” “I don’t know. They just wanted to know what the skiing was like.”

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He shook his head. How could a woman so lovely not realize how she effected the male population? “They wanted more than information on ski conditions.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter because that’s all they got.” She stroked her hands along his shoulders. “You, on the other hand, are going to get a lot more than that.” “God, I hope so!” She laughed. “If you were watching, why didn’t you come join me, Adam?” “I wasn’t watching you. I was taking a break.” “Oh?” Her smile and voice conveyed her disbelief. What was the point in denying the obvious now when he’d already revealed so much? “Okay, so I was watching you.” “Why?” “Why do you think? Do you have any idea how sexy and beautiful you are?” Her eyes sparkled. “I’m glad you think so. And it would have been very nice to have you take a break with me instead of watching in a jealous fit. There’s no need to be jealous, Adam. Not when you can sample everything I have tonight.” He rotated his hips against hers. “Oh, damn, Beth, you’re making me hard and a sample isn’t going to do the trick.” “Making you hard?” She wiggled her hips against his. “Unless that’s a

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flashlight along the side of your leg, you are already like I want you—nice and hard.” “And are you like I’m going to need you to be? Wet and willing?” She didn’t answer and for a moment he thought she hadn’t heard him. Then she sighed softly, slipped her arms around his waist, and pressed closer in his arms. “Yes…wet, willing, and very ready.” He felt her rapid heartbeat and knew he’d nearly reached the end of his endurance. “Before we go any further, I need to know that you’re sure about this. You’re not just teasing me?” He became aware that the music had stopped and he and Beth were the only couple remaining on the floor. Keeping an arm around her waist, he led her off the dance floor. Standing along a wall, he stared at her. “Teasing you? If I were any wetter, anymore more willing, or ready for you, Adam, I’d tackle you and have my way with you…all night long.” “That can be arranged.” She smiled. “You know, Adam, we only have two days left here.” “I know.” He spoke softly, thinking how much he wanted to tip her chin up and kiss her until they were both breathless. “And we haven’t done anything together except work.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled provocatively up at him. “And you know what all

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work and no hanky–panky makes Adam?” He wondered if she could feel his heart thumping against her breasts. “But Adam definitely plans to get up to hanky–panky very shortly. What would you like to do tomorrow after a long, sweaty night of hanky–panky? How shall we celebrate Christmas?” “Well...I don’t know. I... no, that’s not true.” She raised her head and met his gaze. “I do know. I want to play tennis with you...go horseback riding, ski, swim, talk...nothing in particular...but everything.” He caressed her cheeks, losing himself in her dark gaze. He thought of Todd Martin, the young engineer who was currently wooing her. What could he offer her that Todd couldn’t? The answer was a raging lust inspired by his feelings for her. No doubt Todd Martin wanted her too, but that was too damned bad. Adam had her and he was not about to let her go. He loosened his embrace so that he could no longer feel her breasts pressing so enticingly against his chest. “Even if there were time for it, we couldn’t do all those things here.” “Why not?” “Because I plan to spend most of our remaining time engaged in hanky– panky.”

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She turned her head and kissed his palm. “Are you going to talk about it or are you actually planning to do it?” His cock throbbed. He released her. “Your room or mine?” Smiling, she laced her fingers through his. “Hmmm. Mine, I think.” “Why yours?” he asked, curious at the tiny lights dancing in her eyes. “Why not?” When he parted his lips, she pressed her fingers against his lips. “Let’s just go, Adam.” Eager to make love to her, he led her out of the lounge. Outside her bedroom door, she gave him a slow, provocative smile as she wrapped his tie around her hand. “I hope you took your vitamins this morning because it’s time to show me what you’re working with.” He nibbled at her ear. “I intend to.” She handed him her keycard. He took it and opened the door. He followed her inside and stood with his back against the closed door. She turned to look at him. “Would you like a drink?” “No.” His voice sounded strained and unsteady. He cleared his throat. “Not unless you’re asking if I want a drink of you.” “And just how could you drink me?” He stared at her. “I’d drink from the fountain between your legs. By now I’m

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hoping it’s gushing.” Watching her lids sweep down, he titled his head. “Is that too graphic for you, Beth?” She wet her lips and shook her head. “I’m a big girl and I’m feeling very naughty. You can’t possibly get too graphic for me. I don’t mind what you say...as long as you deliver. Now. Can I get you a drink?” “I already told you the only drink I’m interested in. If you want to take off your clothes, part your legs, and give me a long drink of your natural juices, I’m more than ready to quench my thirst for you.” He saw her gaze drop to his groin, where the evidence of his arousal was clear in the form of the bulge between his legs. She took a deep breath before bringing her gaze back to his. “Why don’t you take off your clothes first?” She pointed to a chair by the window. “And sit there. Then we’ll get down to holiday hanky–panky.” He didn’t move. “Are you sure about this? If you’re not, it’s almost too late to change your mind.” “I have no desire to change by mind. But what about you?” She tilted her head, studying him. “You know what they say, don’t you?” “About what?” “Sex with a black woman.”

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He arched a brow. “You mean about once you go black, you never go back?” “Have you already gone black?” “Have I made love with a black woman?” He shook his head. “No, but I don’t believe that saying…unless you’re the woman in question.” She laughed. “Well I am the woman in question. So you want to put the theory to the test?” “Yes.” He moved away from the door and quickly pulled off his clothes. When he stood before her, naked with his cock pointing upward, past his navel, he smiled at the way her eyes widened. “Oh...my, Adam.” She crossed the room and cupped a hand over his cock and balls. Staring into his eyes, she smiled. “Nice…very nice…I can hardly wait to feel this beauty powering its way deep inside my pussy.” A jolt of pleasure danced down his spine at the feel of her hand on him. “You’re going to love the way it feels sliding in and out of your pussy too.” He cupped his hands over her ass and pulled her close. Nibbling at her lips, he ground his hips against hers. She trembled. “I’ve never doubted that,” she moaned. When he moved his hands to the back of her dress, she shook her head and danced out of his arms. He frowned. “Don’t play games with me, Beth…or—” “Or what?”

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“Or I’ll take what you’ve been promising me all night!” he snapped, annoyed and frustrated. She arched a brow and considered him in silence. Realizing he’d just threatened to take her by force, he swallowed hard and raked a hand through his hair. “Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” “Oh, I think maybe you did.” He narrowed his gaze and shrugged. “Okay. So I did mean it. You’d better know I’m not in the mood to play games, Beth. I’m in the mood to fuck. Give me what I need.” “Or you’ll take it?” She inhaled slowly. “That won’t be necessary.” She pointed to the chair. “Sit.” He retrieved a condom from his wallet before moving across the room to sit in the chair. Rubbing his aching cock, he slid on the condom. Centering her gaze on his groin, she kicked off her shoes. Her hose followed. Then she turned her back to him and pulled her dress over her head. She tossed the dress aside and glanced at him over her left shoulder. He took a deep breath, drinking in the lovely picture she made standing there with her big, brown bare ass beckoning to his hands. She didn’t have a stitch on under her dress. Rotating her hips, she crossed one hand over her breasts while sliding the other between her legs. She slowly turned to face him.

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As he locked his gaze on her, she dropped both her hands, revealing her large, lovely breasts, the size of small grapefruits. Her aureoles were large and several shades darker than the color of her breasts. They were going to taste exquisite. He lowered his gaze. Thick, dark hair surrounded her pussy. He nearly came when she reached down a hand and parted the folds, revealing the pink lushness within. “Do you like the view?” He nodded. “Oh, hell yeah.” She smiled. “As you can see and will soon feel, I’m ready to give you the merriest fucking Christmas ever.” He gently pumped his cock. “Then bring your sweet brown ass over here.” She licked her lips. “Get ready, handsome. One sweet, brown ass coming your way.” She slowly crossed the room. As she had done earlier, she placed one long leg on either side of his thighs. Taking his hands, she placed them on her ass. “Oh, damn, you have a nice ass,” he told her. She smiled. “I have an even nicer pussy.” Reaching down to cup her palm around his cock, she bent her knees, and lowered her body. “It’s wet, tight, and all yours.” She stopped with her entrance a breath away from the head of his cock. He swallowed, his cock so hard it hurt. “Don’t stop now, baby.”

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Using her other hand, she parted the lips of her sex, pressed the head of his cock against her, and still smiling down at him, she moved her hips. The head of his cock slid upward, lodging just inside her entrance as she locked her knees. He froze, afraid that if he moved, he’d snatch her hips down, ram his own upward, and be balls deep inside her within seconds and fucking the shit out of her. That would be sweet, but he wanted their first time to be special, not a slam– bam–thank you, ma’am type deal. So he would allow her to set the pace—at least for as long as he could. She eased her hips down, allowing several inches of his cock to slide up into her pussy. “Hmmm.” She moistened her full, lush lips. “Hmmm.” Wiggling her hips, she slowly sat down on his lap, forcing the remaining inches of his cock into her. “Oh…my…I knew you would feel good and so right inside me…but I didn’t know it would feel this wonderful.” He shared her wonder. She was tight, hot, and so wet...and so much sweeter than he’d imagined. Her pussy fit around his cock as if they were two parts of one whole. He closed his eyes to savor the delight of being inside her. He opened his eyes when he felt her fingers moving between her wet folds. She slid them up the length of her slit several times before she moved them from her pussy and pressed them against his lips. “Taste how good it feels.”

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He opened his mouth, relishing the aroma and flavor of her juices on his lips. Holding his cock still in her, he nibbled at her fingers. “I’ve never tasted anything half as sweet as your pussy juices.” She leaned forward, linking her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest. “Imagine how good my pussy is going to taste after you make me come.” He stared into her eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now.” She moved restlessly on his lap. “With a pussy full of cock, I’m hardly in any position to stop you. You can do anything you want and all I’ll be able to do is take it.” So it was like that? His luscious, sweet nymph liked it a little kinky? Sliding his hands around her body, he cupped her ass and pushed his hips forward. She shivered. “Oh…hell…your cock feels so good, Adam. So good.” Slowly sliding in and out of her, he watched her lick her lips. Then placing her hands on his shoulders, she began bouncing up and down on his lap. She moaned softly each time his cock slid balls deep inside her. “Oh, damn, baby, you’re so sweet.” She smiled at him. “Good pussy, huh?” He slapped her right cheek. “Excellent pussy…delicious pussy…the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

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“I’ll bet you say that to all the women.” “No! No, I don’t. I’ve never said it to anyone else.” “Surely you’ve said it to your ex.” “No. She was…graphic sex talk turned her off.” “More fool her,” she said. “You are far sweeter than I’d hoped and I feel so lucky to be here with you. You can say anything you like to me, Adam. But right now, let’s just fuck.” She curled her fingers in his hair, leaned forward, and pressed her lips against his. With their lips locked together and their tongues tangling, he clasped one arm around her waist, leaving his other hand free to rain sharp blows against her ass as they began to fuck. He wanted their first time to be slow and totally satisfying for her, but he’d wanted her for so long, that within a few strokes, he found himself fighting hard not to come before she did. While he loved how uninhibited she was sexually, she made not coming too soon difficult. She met him stroke for stroke with a need that kept the heat and passion high between them. He loved the way she moaned against his lips each time he thrust back into her and slapped her ass. She was as involved as he was, holding nothing of herself back. As he devoured her lips, he slid his other hand down to her large, warm ass. He smiled with satisfaction as she moaned again. He gently parted her cheeks and

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slid a finger down her crack to press against her puckered hole. She pulled her mouth away from his and looked at him with her dark eyes full of desire. “Oooh.” “Do you like this?” He asked, rubbing his finger against her tight anus. “Yes…oh, yes, Adam!” He could feel the tension building in her as he played with her forbidden hole. Or was it really forbidden? About to explode, he pressed hard against her, forcing the tip of his finger in her ass up to the first joint. She cried out and shuddered. “Oooh.” Keeping her breasts against his chest and moving wildly on his lap, she tightened her anal muscles around his finger and her pussy around his cock like a moist vice. The last of his control snapping, he groaned and came, pumping his hips wildly. To his relief, as he clutched his hand over her ass and fucked into her with deep, powerful strokes, she cried out, and exploded around him. They clung together, moaning and groaning as the aftermath of their first fuck washed over them with an intensity that was almost unbearable. When the last shudder left his body, he eased his finger out of her ass and collapsed against the chair, his lips against her neck, his cock still inside her. He slapped her ass. “Damn this is so good pussy.” She sighed and laid her forehead against him. “Do you know what made my

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pussy so good?” He smiled, amused at her confidence. “No. What?” She lifted her head and looked at him. “Being filled with your big, hard cock.” She stroked her fingers over his shoulders. “There’s nothing in the world half as delicious as a big cock attached to a handsome man who knows how to please a woman.” Although flattered she thought of him as handsome, her words gave him pause. He didn’t want this to be just sex for her. “Am I just a big cock to you, Beth?” “No! Oh, no! If all I wanted was a big cock, I wouldn’t be so horny now. A big cock is only irresistible when it’s attached to the right body—yours.” He leaned forward and gently sucked at her nipples. “You are so sweet and sexy.” She smiled, stroking a finger down his cheek. “So are you and this…being with you like this is beyond sweet.” “Then you’re not sorry?” “How can I be sorry when I’ve…no. I’m not sorry.” “What were you going to say?” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.” “It does to me. I want to know you…what you want…think…and feel.”

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“I just got what I wanted—your big cock inside me.” He pressed a soft kiss against her warm, sweet lips. “Let’s go to bed.” She rose slowly. He groaned in protest when his cock slid out of her body, then sucked in a breath when, as she stood over him with her legs parted, some of her moisture dripped from her body. He fingered her pussy. “I love how you feel around my cock and against my fingers. Now I want to taste you.” “You make me feel so sexy.” “You are sexy…intelligent, creative, beautiful, and sweet.” She stepped back. He rose, took her hand, and led her to the bed. She lay on her back with her lovely thighs parted, revealing her wet pussy. He climbed on the bed and kissed his way up one thigh from her ankle and down the other. Then, he gripped her hips, settled between her legs, and buried his face against her. He growled softly. A delicious musky aroma assailed his senses. He inhaled slowly, parted her wet folds, and settled down to feast on her pussy.

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Chapter Three

Bethnae eased out of bed in her moonlit bedroom and quietly padded into the adjourning bathroom. She eased the door shut and stepped into the shower. As the water cascaded over her body, she smiled, recalling the pleasure of Adam’s hands touching and caressing her as he made love to her. She frowned. Love? Had he made love to her or had he had sex with her? The sex between them had been amazing. But he’d given her no reason to believe what they had shared was anything but very good sex. Very good sex with a handsome, charismatic man didn’t come easy and many women would no doubt be satisfied with that alone. After waiting for him to notice her for so long, she wanted more. Would she get more? She gave a small shake of her head. Yes she would—no matter what she had to do—Adam was going to be hers—permanently. She felt a cool breeze on her back. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Adam. Naked and aroused, he stepped into the shower with her, closing the door. She leaned back against him as he cupped his hands over her breasts and held her close. “And just what brings you in here invading my personal space, Adam?

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What’s on your mind?” He pressed his warm lips against her cheek. “Making love to you.” “Making love to me or…fucking me?” “Both.” He gently squeezed her breasts. “Are you interested?” She titled her head and sighed with pleasure as he rained kisses on her neck. “Yes.” He slid a hand down to cup between her legs. “In which one?” She reached back to fondle his cock. “I’m interested in whatever you want to do with me, handsome.” He turned her to face him. “Anything?” She arched a brow. “Okay, maybe I’d better qualify that anything. What do you have in mind?” He slipped his arms around her, resting his warm palms on her buttocks. “You have a lovely ass.” She looked in his eyes. “What are you asking?” He pulled her close, allowing him to nibble at her neck. “I’d love to have carnal knowledge of your lovely ass.” She shivered. The desire to surrender her one remaining prize to him was tempting, but she pulled away from him. Meeting his gaze, she shook her head. He moved closer and stroked her ass, sending a tingle of desire through her.

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“Why not? I’ll be gentle.” Her mother had always insisted men didn’t respect women who casually engaged in anal sex. Allowing Adam’s finger up her ass was as close as she’d ever allowed any man to come to taking her anal virginity. If he wanted to make anal love to her, he was going to need to give her a compelling reason for that final surrender. “I’ve never…no one’s ever been…up there.” He sucked in a breath. “Never?” She heard the excitement in his voice and saw the light of hunger in his gray gaze. Now that he knew she was an anal virgin, was he going to develop an obsession with her ass? “Never.” She touched his chest. “And that’s not going to be changing this weekend, Adam.” He stroked her cheek. “Does the idea disgust you?” “No.” She couldn’t imagine anything he wanted to do with her causing that reaction. “It’s just not going to happen. Can’t we leave it at that? There are all kinds of other pleasures we can share.” “We will share them, Beth, but I want your ass too.” The muscles in her stomach clenched and tightened. She linked her arms around his neck, rubbing her pussy against his eject cock. “Would you settle for a condomless pussy fuck instead?”

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He stared down at her. “With me pulling out before I come?” She rotated her hips against his, loving the feel of his big shaft against her body. “Didn’t I make myself clear? By condomless, I mean I want you to come in me…deep in my pussy…then you can eat me and taste how good we are together.” “As tempting as that invitation is, Beth, I’m a little too old to behave so irresponsibly.” “How often do you make love without a condom?” “I haven’t made love without one for almost eight years.” “Almost eight years? But what about your wife? You’ve only been divorced five years.” He shrugged. “After about two and a half years, my wife decided she didn’t want any kids. So I started using a condom…even though she was on the pill.” Noting the sudden tension in his body, she decided they had at least one thing in common besides sex. He shared her desire to be a parent. She stroked his cheek. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. So we should be okay…health wise.” He stared at her, tiny lights dancing in his gray gaze. “You’ve never had a man’s bare cock in you and never had cum in your pussy?” “Yours will be the first naked cock in me and the first cum in me.” With the water still cascading over them, she leaned back against the wall, took his cock in her hand, and brought it to rest against her pussy. “That is if you’re interested.”

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The words had barely left her mouth before he gripped her hips and shoved his forward. “Oooh! Adam!” His big, bare cock parted her wet folds before sliding into her pussy. A jolt of incredible pleasure shook her body at the invasion of his big, warm shaft. “Oh my God, Adam!” She clutched at his ass, pulling him closer until they were groin to groin and he was balls deep in her. She tossed her head back and stared up at him. “I had no idea a naked cock could feel this…delicious. Damn you feel good.” He laughed and slapped her ass. “It’s delicious because your pussy is so hot, moist, tight, and sweet.” He stared down into her eyes. “But this isn’t just about sex, Beth. This is so special because I’m sharing it with you.” His words warmed her. “You are just as sweet as I always knew you’d be.” “You’ve thought about me before this weekend?” He sounded surprised. “Of course I have. I came up here prepared to seduce you.” “You did?” “Yes, but I’m really not interested in conversation at the moment.” She smiled and wiggled her hips. “Know what I mean?” “Oh, yeah, baby!” Pressing his body against her, his lips descended on hers. Caressing her back and ass, he withdrew and then eased his cock back into her. She moaned against his lips, as a slow fire built in the pit of her stomach. As

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he kissed and fucked her with a leisurely hunger, it spread down her body to her pussy. Having him inside her without a condom created a sweet heat that quickly incinerated conscious thought. Her entire world and happiness centered around him and the extreme pleasure they shared. Her climax thundered through her with the debilitating power of a gale force wind. She clung to him, raking her nails down his back as she arched her body into his and gasped, her pussy convulsing wildly. He pulled his mouth away from hers. “Oh, hell, baby!” Thrusting her back against the tiles, he slammed his hips against hers in a frenzy of desire until he groaned, and then exploded inside her. He clamped his hands on her hips and ground his groin against her as he shot the last of his cum into her. As she held him, he leaned against her, breathing deeply for several long moments. Finally, he lifted his head and looked at her. “I guess this is a fine time to ask if you’re on the pill.” “The pill? No, I’m on the patch,” she said of another contraceptive device. “And you’re right, this is a fine time to ask.” She rotated her hips. “After I’m full of your cum.” He stroked her cheek. “Do you have any idea how exciting it is to know you are full of my cum?” “Exciting enough for you to eat me?”

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He responded by reaching around her to turn off the water. He opened the shower door and lifted her in his arms. “Fuck yeah, baby.” After he ate her, they changed positions; she slid down his body, and slowly took the big head of his cum and pussy covered cock between her lips. They fucked late into the night before falling into an exhausted sleep.

When Beth woke late Christmas morning, she was alone in the room. A vase of red roses sat on each nightstand. A card lay on the pillow where he’d slept the night before. It read, Thanks for the happiest night of my life. Merry Christmas. Yours, Adam. She showered, dressed, and went in search of him. He was in his room, seated at his desk in front of his laptop. He looked up and rose when she entered, his lips curving in a smile. “Merry Christmas.” Remembering the heated passion they had shared late into the previous night, her cheeks warmed. She leaned back against the closed door. “Merry Christmas yourself, handsome. Why didn’t you wake me when you left?” He shrugged. “I’m dog tired, but we have to get this done. I saw no reason for both of us to work while tired.” She smiled. “That will teach you not to mix business with pleasure.” His smile vanished. “Do you regret last night?”

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She shook her head. How could a handsome, sexy man be so unsure of his attraction to women in general and to her in particular? She crossed the room to link her arms around his neck. “Do you?” “No.” “Neither do I. I’m a reasonably intelligent adult, Adam. Nothing happened last night that I haven’t wanted for a very long time.” “How long have you wanted to fuck me senseless?” “Not long—just since the moment we met.” She felt his body relax against hers. He hugged her, pressing his lips against her cheek. “Damn! I wish I’d known that. I’ve been eating my heart out for you since the moment I set eyes on you.” She pulled away from him to look in his gorgeous gray eyes. “You have? But why didn’t you ever hint or ask me out?” “I couldn’t. What if you weren’t interested? Where would that have left us? I might have found myself facing a sexual harassment law suit.” She arched a brow, smiling slightly. “You still might.” He stiffened and released her. “What! On what grounds?” She studied him in silence for several moments, noting the look of dismay on his handsome face before she took pity on him. She linked her arms around his neck again. “On the grounds that you made me wait five long, lonely years before

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giving me and my pussy what we wanted and needed—you and your big hard cock buried deep inside us.” He laughed and hugged her. “Oh, damn, Beth, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” She stroked her fingers through his hair. “So where do we go from here?” “I know where I’d like to go.” “Where?” “Up your luscious ass.” She shivered. “Get your mind off my ass. I meant relationship wise, Adam. What do you want from me besides my ass, which you are not getting by the way.” Keeping his arms around her waist, he eased his upper body away from hers so he could look in her eyes. “I will get your ass,” he told her softly. “But as for what else I want from you, isn’t that obvious?” “Not very.” “What do you want from me, Beth?” “I asked you first.” He slid his hands from her waist to cup over her ass. “In addition to this, I want far more than just weekend sex with you.” She moistened her lips. “How much more?” He bent his head to brush his lips against hers. “How much more can you

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handle?” She slipped her arms around him. “That depends on what you’re offering.” He lifted his head. “What about Todd Martin?” “What about him?” “Are you and he—?” “Todd is very sweet, but he’s almost a boy. And I have no use for a boy, Adam. I need a man in my life, heart, bed, and pussy.” She took a deep breath. There. She’d come as close to revealing her true feelings for him as she planned to without some sign he shared her feelings. “I’m a man.” “Yes, you are. So what do you want to do about it?” “I want you to be my woman.” She moistened her lips. “For how long?” “Forever.” Her heart raced. “In what capacity?” She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down before he spoke again. “I’m a little too old to be satisfied with a girlfriend or live in or out lover.” “What does that leave?” “In my situation a man is usually prepared to…” He cupped his palms over her cheeks. “I know this is too soon, but will you marry me?”

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“Why?” The word came out in a low, husky voice. “Why does any man ask a woman to marry him?” She balled a hand into a fist and hit it against his shoulder. “I don’t care why any man does anything. I want to know why you’re asking me to marry you!” “Because I’m in love with you! I have been for the last two years.” She closed her eyes on the sudden tears and pressed her cheek against his chest. “Oh, thank, God!” Recalling the misery of the years spent trying to gauge his interest, she lifted her head and glared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She demanded. He rubbed a thumb against her lips. “Oh, but I’m certain I told you so several times last night,” he contradicted. She frowned. While he had eaten her the previous night, he had mumbled several things she couldn’t understand. At the time, she’d been too close to her climax to ask him to repeat himself. “Last night didn’t count!” she muttered. “Why not?” “Why didn’t you tell me before last night? I’ve spent the past three years trying to figure out ways to make you notice me. I’d almost lost hope. Why didn’t you tell me?” He treated her to an amused smile. “This is a new century, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?”

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“I couldn’t!” “I wish you had. It would have saved me so many sleepless nights. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I never saw anything in your behavior to suggest that you were even aware of me as a man. Besides, I thought I was too old for you—” “Hold it right there, Adam. I’ll decide who is or isn’t too old for me. I want you and, damn you, I intend to have you! So don’t you give me any silly shit about age difference or anything else!” “You can have me, baby. So. You never answered. Will you marry me?” She responded by taking his hand and leading him over to the bed. She pushed him until he sat down. Then, with him watching, she slowly undressed, revealing the dark, cherry red teddy with the big Christmas ribbon tied around her waist. It left her breasts exposed. Placing her hands on her nether cheeks, she slowly turned until her back was to him. She smiled when she heard him catch his breath. The top of the teddy ended just above her bare ass. She wiggled her cheeks at him. “I’ve been saving this just for you.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. His gray gaze was riveted on her butt. “Get the lube, Adam and I’ll give you just a taste of what you’re going to get on the honeymoon.” “Oh, damn!” He exploded off the bed, swung her around to face him, and enclosed her in a bear hug. “You are so beautiful…sweet and sexy and I love you so

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much!” She pressed a warm kiss against his lips. “I love you too, handsome. Now are you interested in getting carnal knowledge of my luscious ass?” To her surprise, he hesitated before replying. “Are you sure about this, Beth?” She frowned. “Haven’t we already discussed how I’m old enough to know what I want and to mean what I say?” “Yes, I know, but I’m just wondering why you changed your mind.” She sighed. “You changed my mind.” “How?” “When you said you loved me…and asked me to marry you. I was determined not to surrender my anal virginity to any Tom, Dick, or Adam who winked and waved a big dick at me. He’d…you’d have to be prepared to make the ultimate commitment to me. You’ve done that. So there’s no reason to withhold my last treasure from you—the man I am so madly in love with. So do you want to talk or do you want to say hello to my virgin ass?” “Here I come, baby!” He took her hand and led her over to the chair. Bending her over it, he went into the bathroom. When he returned, he was naked and a condom covered his erect cock. She closed her eyes and shivered with anticipation as he used first one finger and then another to lube her ass. When she

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felt his warm lips moving against her cheeks, as his hands parted them, she took a deep breath. Then he rose. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her backdoor. “Damn, Beth, no matter how long I live, I’m always going to remember this as the best holiday ever.” “Merry Christmas, darling,” she whispered. Then, tingling with anticipation, she thrust back her hips, eager to share the intimate and new pleasure with him. The big, warm head pierced her bottom. Her pussy filled with moisture and her heart raced. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she reached back to hold her cheeks apart, as she offered him the final sweet surrender.

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Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast. In addition to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romances, she enjoys roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her 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 favorites), mysteries (loves the old Charlie Chan mysteries. Her all time favorite mystery movie is probably Dead, Again), and nearly every vampire movie or television show ever made (Forever Knight and Count Yorga, Vampire are favorites). She loves to hear from readers who can email her at [email protected] or who can visit her website, http://www.marilynlee.org. She has a Yahoo! Group called Love Bytes that readers can join by sending an email to: marilynlee-

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