slicking her channel.
As if someone turned up the heat in the room, Mona’s body burned and she couldn’t shuck her shirt fast enough.
“Now you’re getting into it.” In her bra and thong panties, Bunny spun and dipped, her hands sliding down her body.
Mona did the same, her hands stopping at the triangle of silk covering her sex. “Damn, Bunny. If I keep this up, I’m going to come before he gets here.”
“Nothing like being in the mood.” She danced her way slowly across the room and flung open the closet door. “The mood to pick something sexy to wear.” She plucked out a black, strapless dress that was so short, it barely covered Mona’s ass.
“No, it’s not right for Temptation.” Mona shook her head. “What would the old matrons say if I wore that to PJ’s?”
“Might get them all hot and bothered and maybe their husbands would get lucky for the first time in a month.” She stared at the dress and finally hung it back in the closet. “But it’s not the dress.”
Mona closed her eyes, the music sliding over her like satin, caressing her naked skin and making her want to break out her vibrator. “You really need to turn off the song. It’s getting too hot in here.”
“Ah ha! This is the dress.” Bunny yanked out a hanger with a pale yellow chiffon dress with an under-slip of sheer silk in the same color. It left little to the imagination and if someone really stared hard enough, they would see everything beneath it.
“I might as well go naked,” Mona said. “I didn’t realize just how see-through that dress was when I bought it on a crazy trip to Dallas. Hell, I bought it to wear to church on Sunday.”
“Oh my, the preacher would have gotten his boxers in a knot over that. He’d have had the entire congregation repentin’ for staring at the harlot.” Bunny giggled at her own words. “This is the one. Not only is it simple, and at first glance, chaste, it’s sexy as hell and see-through enough you’ll have him so hard he could drive nails with his willie.”
Laughing, Mona took the dress hesitantly, the feel of Grant’s hardened cock still fresh on her mind from their short picnic lunch in the salon. Her blood thickened and her core heated to molten hot.
Bunny danced by her. “Remember, you want to show him what he’s missed for the past three years.”
“Yeah, but not all of me in public.” Still, the dress felt great and sexy against the skin. Why not? “Okay.”
“That’s my Mona.” Bunny hugged her, the lace of her bra scraping across Mona’s skin. “Now hurry, or you’ll keep the boy waiting.”
“It wouldn’t hurt him,” Mona muttered. “He kept me waiting for three years.”
“Oh, sweetie, I wouldn’t say that to him.”
“I know. Sounds pretty damned pathetic.” But that’s what she’d been doing. After Dalton and Grant, she’d sworn off men. Had she sworn off all men, or just Grant? None of them measured up to her expectations. So why did she subconsciously still think Grant was so fine? He’d dumped her!
Grant wasn’t finished getting ready before Sam left the trailer, taking his truck into town. His partner hadn’t said two words to him about where he was going or what he was doing. All Grant knew was that he’d be at the Ugly Stick later that evening, hoping for a chance to see Mona.
Grant’s lips curved upward. Thank goodness he’d gotten her to commit to dinner with him. At least he was one move ahead of his partner. Where Sam was starting from nothing, Grant had a history with Mona. Although not necessarily a good history with her. Other than when he’d called it off, they’d been very happy together and they never seemed able to get enough of each other.
Then again, Dalton had been part of that picture. He’d led off the ménage. Would Mona be satisfied with only one cowboy when she’d been accustomed to two?
Doubt assailed Grant as he drove into Temptation. Closing in on six o’clock he eased down Main
As if someone turned up the heat in the room, Mona’s body burned and she couldn’t shuck her shirt fast enough.
“Now you’re getting into it.” In her bra and thong panties, Bunny spun and dipped, her hands sliding down her body.
Mona did the same, her hands stopping at the triangle of silk covering her sex. “Damn, Bunny. If I keep this up, I’m going to come before he gets here.”
“Nothing like being in the mood.” She danced her way slowly across the room and flung open the closet door. “The mood to pick something sexy to wear.” She plucked out a black, strapless dress that was so short, it barely covered Mona’s ass.
“No, it’s not right for Temptation.” Mona shook her head. “What would the old matrons say if I wore that to PJ’s?”
“Might get them all hot and bothered and maybe their husbands would get lucky for the first time in a month.” She stared at the dress and finally hung it back in the closet. “But it’s not the dress.”
Mona closed her eyes, the music sliding over her like satin, caressing her naked skin and making her want to break out her vibrator. “You really need to turn off the song. It’s getting too hot in here.”
“Ah ha! This is the dress.” Bunny yanked out a hanger with a pale yellow chiffon dress with an under-slip of sheer silk in the same color. It left little to the imagination and if someone really stared hard enough, they would see everything beneath it.
“I might as well go naked,” Mona said. “I didn’t realize just how see-through that dress was when I bought it on a crazy trip to Dallas. Hell, I bought it to wear to church on Sunday.”
“Oh my, the preacher would have gotten his boxers in a knot over that. He’d have had the entire congregation repentin’ for staring at the harlot.” Bunny giggled at her own words. “This is the one. Not only is it simple, and at first glance, chaste, it’s sexy as hell and see-through enough you’ll have him so hard he could drive nails with his willie.”
Laughing, Mona took the dress hesitantly, the feel of Grant’s hardened cock still fresh on her mind from their short picnic lunch in the salon. Her blood thickened and her core heated to molten hot.
Bunny danced by her. “Remember, you want to show him what he’s missed for the past three years.”
“Yeah, but not all of me in public.” Still, the dress felt great and sexy against the skin. Why not? “Okay.”
“That’s my Mona.” Bunny hugged her, the lace of her bra scraping across Mona’s skin. “Now hurry, or you’ll keep the boy waiting.”
“It wouldn’t hurt him,” Mona muttered. “He kept me waiting for three years.”
“Oh, sweetie, I wouldn’t say that to him.”
“I know. Sounds pretty damned pathetic.” But that’s what she’d been doing. After Dalton and Grant, she’d sworn off men. Had she sworn off all men, or just Grant? None of them measured up to her expectations. So why did she subconsciously still think Grant was so fine? He’d dumped her!
Grant wasn’t finished getting ready before Sam left the trailer, taking his truck into town. His partner hadn’t said two words to him about where he was going or what he was doing. All Grant knew was that he’d be at the Ugly Stick later that evening, hoping for a chance to see Mona.
Grant’s lips curved upward. Thank goodness he’d gotten her to commit to dinner with him. At least he was one move ahead of his partner. Where Sam was starting from nothing, Grant had a history with Mona. Although not necessarily a good history with her. Other than when he’d called it off, they’d been very happy together and they never seemed able to get enough of each other.
Then again, Dalton had been part of that picture. He’d led off the ménage. Would Mona be satisfied with only one cowboy when she’d been accustomed to two?
Doubt assailed Grant as he drove into Temptation. Closing in on six o’clock he eased down Main
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