stilettos.
“Hey, I remember those shoes,” he said, cursing himself for his stupidity the moment the words were out of his mouth.
She laughed. “Yeah, I figured I was spending enough of David’s money without going shoe shopping, too. And these babies certainly had the desired effect the first time around.”
Inwardly he groaned, remembering that first night. He hadn’t thought she could possibly look any hotter than she had when he’d met her in Vegas. He’d been wrong.
“You look amazing,” he said. There. That was innocent enough. He was just giving the lady her due. She didn’t need to know how very close he was to ripping those amazing clothes off her body and throwing her on the bed.
She grinned happily and did a pirouette.
“I know. I really should buy things like this more often. It does wonderful things for a girl’s self-confidence.”
Then she swished over to the bed, crossing her legs seductively after she dropped onto its surface.
“In answer to your earlier unasked question—yes, I did bring the yogurt container. And now I am prepared to do nasty things with this spoon,” she said, holding out her intended weapon.
Mark watched helplessly as she brought it to her lips and licked it seductively, then plunged it deep into her mouth. Throwing her head back, she pulled it slowly out, then traced it down her neck to linger at the top of her breasts.
Mark groaned involuntarily, every muscle in his body aching with the need to kiss her everywhere the spoon had touched—and in many places it hadn’t.
Her head popped up and she grinned.
“Guess I’m doing that right, huh?”
“I’d say. You may have missed your calling as a porn star.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Nah. Too many scary dudes. But maybe I could moonlight as a pinup girl. At, like, an ice cream parlor or something. Ice cream really does make me hot.”
He laughed. It was good to know that the Becky he knew was still in there somewhere.
“All right, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said. “First we’ve got to make you a video star.”
She nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”
“So, in one script you have yourself taking a bite while in bed, then having a screaming orgasm. Want to start there?”
She blushed. “Um...let’s start with something tamer, shall we? I think I need to work up to that.”
“Okay,” he said, flipping through script pages. “Well, that thing you were just doing there was pretty close to what you’ve got here. But at the end you’ve got to call to your husband and tell him to—and I quote—‘Get in here and take care of business.’”
“Right,” she said, a worried look on her face. “That seemed like a much better idea when someone else was doing it, but what the hell? I said I wanted this to seem sexy and real and kind of funny, right? I can do funny sexy stuff. I’m almost sure of it.”
“Based on what I just saw, I have absolute faith in you,” he said. “Let’s give it a try. Ready?”
“Just a minute,” she said, and paused to plump her hair and her breasts. “How’s my lipstick?”
“It’s...fine,” he said, although it took everything he had to tear his eyes from her chest.
“Good. Let’s do it.”
He nodded and began the countdown. “Three, two, one...action!”
At his signal she began her routine with the spoon again. But this time she added in strategic little whimpers and moans.
Mark felt himself growing hotter and harder as the seconds ticked by. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she sat straight up in bed.
“David!” she shouted. “Turn off the TV and get in here. I need you to take care of some business!”
The last part was said with a comically suggestive waggle of her eyebrows and Mark just barely managed to shut the camera off before giving in to the gut-deep laughter that was begging for release. “Oh. My. God,” he said between laughs. “Did you have to use David’s name?”
“You’re darn right I did,”
“Hey, I remember those shoes,” he said, cursing himself for his stupidity the moment the words were out of his mouth.
She laughed. “Yeah, I figured I was spending enough of David’s money without going shoe shopping, too. And these babies certainly had the desired effect the first time around.”
Inwardly he groaned, remembering that first night. He hadn’t thought she could possibly look any hotter than she had when he’d met her in Vegas. He’d been wrong.
“You look amazing,” he said. There. That was innocent enough. He was just giving the lady her due. She didn’t need to know how very close he was to ripping those amazing clothes off her body and throwing her on the bed.
She grinned happily and did a pirouette.
“I know. I really should buy things like this more often. It does wonderful things for a girl’s self-confidence.”
Then she swished over to the bed, crossing her legs seductively after she dropped onto its surface.
“In answer to your earlier unasked question—yes, I did bring the yogurt container. And now I am prepared to do nasty things with this spoon,” she said, holding out her intended weapon.
Mark watched helplessly as she brought it to her lips and licked it seductively, then plunged it deep into her mouth. Throwing her head back, she pulled it slowly out, then traced it down her neck to linger at the top of her breasts.
Mark groaned involuntarily, every muscle in his body aching with the need to kiss her everywhere the spoon had touched—and in many places it hadn’t.
Her head popped up and she grinned.
“Guess I’m doing that right, huh?”
“I’d say. You may have missed your calling as a porn star.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Nah. Too many scary dudes. But maybe I could moonlight as a pinup girl. At, like, an ice cream parlor or something. Ice cream really does make me hot.”
He laughed. It was good to know that the Becky he knew was still in there somewhere.
“All right, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said. “First we’ve got to make you a video star.”
She nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”
“So, in one script you have yourself taking a bite while in bed, then having a screaming orgasm. Want to start there?”
She blushed. “Um...let’s start with something tamer, shall we? I think I need to work up to that.”
“Okay,” he said, flipping through script pages. “Well, that thing you were just doing there was pretty close to what you’ve got here. But at the end you’ve got to call to your husband and tell him to—and I quote—‘Get in here and take care of business.’”
“Right,” she said, a worried look on her face. “That seemed like a much better idea when someone else was doing it, but what the hell? I said I wanted this to seem sexy and real and kind of funny, right? I can do funny sexy stuff. I’m almost sure of it.”
“Based on what I just saw, I have absolute faith in you,” he said. “Let’s give it a try. Ready?”
“Just a minute,” she said, and paused to plump her hair and her breasts. “How’s my lipstick?”
“It’s...fine,” he said, although it took everything he had to tear his eyes from her chest.
“Good. Let’s do it.”
He nodded and began the countdown. “Three, two, one...action!”
At his signal she began her routine with the spoon again. But this time she added in strategic little whimpers and moans.
Mark felt himself growing hotter and harder as the seconds ticked by. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she sat straight up in bed.
“David!” she shouted. “Turn off the TV and get in here. I need you to take care of some business!”
The last part was said with a comically suggestive waggle of her eyebrows and Mark just barely managed to shut the camera off before giving in to the gut-deep laughter that was begging for release. “Oh. My. God,” he said between laughs. “Did you have to use David’s name?”
“You’re darn right I did,”
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