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Happy Hour
She shook her head. “Under the mattress,” she whispered, amazed she was revealing her secret hiding
spot. There was no way she would leave her toys anywhere Maddie could stumble upon them easily.
He grinned and lifted the mattress. She fought back her blush when his eyebrows rose slightly.
“Damn, Grace. You don’t mess around, do you?”
She rolled her eyes and tried to act nonchalant. “There’s nothing that shocking under there.”
He reached down and pulled out her favorite vibrator, as well as the large dildo she’d impulsively
treated herself to after Cheryl dragged her to a sex-toy party. Unfortunately, she’d never had the nerve or desire to use it. Sex alone wasn’t so satisfying that she attempted it often, plus she was always worried about Maddie hearing her.
Jamie also picked up the fur-lined handcuffs—still in their package—that she’d won as a door prize at
the same party. There were some scented massage oils that Cheryl had given her for Christmas a couple of years ago after nagging her about her lack of dating. Jamie threw all of it on top of the bed and it wasn’t until he lowered the mattress again that she realized his smile was gone, replaced by a frown.
“None of this has been used,” he said.
“That’s not true. The vibrator—”
“Dammit, Grace. You’re a grown woman with needs just like anyone else. Why would you deny
yourself even that little bit of happiness?”
She shrugged and chuckled. “I’m a forty-year-old woman, Jamie. Sure, I like sex, but—”
He quirked one eyebrow and she corrected herself.
“I love sex with you. By myself, not so much. I’m not a young, horny guy, driven by my hormones.
Most nights, I’m too damn tired to bother. And I know you won’t like this, but after a while, it is possible to not even miss it.”
He put his hand over his heart in a gesture that implied she’d stabbed him. “I would always miss sex,
Grace. I can see we have a lot of time to make up for.” He reached for her overnight bag, adding the toys in with her clothes.
Her anticipation regarding the coming night rose another level and she was surprised to realize she
was looking forward to being alone with Jamie in bed. While the threesome experience was wonderful,
mind-blowing, it had shown her she was, at heart, a one-man woman.
“Ready?” he asked. She nodded and they left her house together.
Jamie stretched and tried to remember when he’d had a nicer Saturday. After picking up some
clothing at Grace’s house, they’d hit the grocery store for salad fixin’s to go with the chicken he’d
barbequed and a couple of movies. Just before dinner, he’d pulled her pants down, bent her over his kitchen table, and teased her with her vibrator until she came. Throughout the entire meal, he’d been stiff as a pike
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remembering the sounds of her cries as she climaxed. She had a voracious sexual appetite and he loved
trying to sate her hunger.
After they’d cleaned up the dishes, she made him sit through Bridget Jones’ Diary , which wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be and he made fun of her obvious infatuation with Colin Firth. His movie
pick, The Hangover , had just ended and Grace, who was lounging against his chest on the couch, was still giggling.
“The sad part about that movie is I can see you, Trey and Lucas doing all of that.”
“Trey insists that the first guy to succumb to the death he refers to as marriage is getting a Vegas
bachelor party.”
Grace grinned. “The harder they fight, the harder they fall. I can’t wait to watch Trey get knocked on
his ass by the woman who claims his heart.”
She started to rise, but Jamie pulled her closer, not ready to give up the comfort and warmth of their
positions. They’d wasted the entire day in utter laziness, watching movies, having the private picnic in his back garden, and Jamie wished he could do the whole thing
Happy Hour
She shook her head. “Under the mattress,” she whispered, amazed she was revealing her secret hiding
spot. There was no way she would leave her toys anywhere Maddie could stumble upon them easily.
He grinned and lifted the mattress. She fought back her blush when his eyebrows rose slightly.
“Damn, Grace. You don’t mess around, do you?”
She rolled her eyes and tried to act nonchalant. “There’s nothing that shocking under there.”
He reached down and pulled out her favorite vibrator, as well as the large dildo she’d impulsively
treated herself to after Cheryl dragged her to a sex-toy party. Unfortunately, she’d never had the nerve or desire to use it. Sex alone wasn’t so satisfying that she attempted it often, plus she was always worried about Maddie hearing her.
Jamie also picked up the fur-lined handcuffs—still in their package—that she’d won as a door prize at
the same party. There were some scented massage oils that Cheryl had given her for Christmas a couple of years ago after nagging her about her lack of dating. Jamie threw all of it on top of the bed and it wasn’t until he lowered the mattress again that she realized his smile was gone, replaced by a frown.
“None of this has been used,” he said.
“That’s not true. The vibrator—”
“Dammit, Grace. You’re a grown woman with needs just like anyone else. Why would you deny
yourself even that little bit of happiness?”
She shrugged and chuckled. “I’m a forty-year-old woman, Jamie. Sure, I like sex, but—”
He quirked one eyebrow and she corrected herself.
“I love sex with you. By myself, not so much. I’m not a young, horny guy, driven by my hormones.
Most nights, I’m too damn tired to bother. And I know you won’t like this, but after a while, it is possible to not even miss it.”
He put his hand over his heart in a gesture that implied she’d stabbed him. “I would always miss sex,
Grace. I can see we have a lot of time to make up for.” He reached for her overnight bag, adding the toys in with her clothes.
Her anticipation regarding the coming night rose another level and she was surprised to realize she
was looking forward to being alone with Jamie in bed. While the threesome experience was wonderful,
mind-blowing, it had shown her she was, at heart, a one-man woman.
“Ready?” he asked. She nodded and they left her house together.
Jamie stretched and tried to remember when he’d had a nicer Saturday. After picking up some
clothing at Grace’s house, they’d hit the grocery store for salad fixin’s to go with the chicken he’d
barbequed and a couple of movies. Just before dinner, he’d pulled her pants down, bent her over his kitchen table, and teased her with her vibrator until she came. Throughout the entire meal, he’d been stiff as a pike
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remembering the sounds of her cries as she climaxed. She had a voracious sexual appetite and he loved
trying to sate her hunger.
After they’d cleaned up the dishes, she made him sit through Bridget Jones’ Diary , which wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be and he made fun of her obvious infatuation with Colin Firth. His movie
pick, The Hangover , had just ended and Grace, who was lounging against his chest on the couch, was still giggling.
“The sad part about that movie is I can see you, Trey and Lucas doing all of that.”
“Trey insists that the first guy to succumb to the death he refers to as marriage is getting a Vegas
bachelor party.”
Grace grinned. “The harder they fight, the harder they fall. I can’t wait to watch Trey get knocked on
his ass by the woman who claims his heart.”
She started to rise, but Jamie pulled her closer, not ready to give up the comfort and warmth of their
positions. They’d wasted the entire day in utter laziness, watching movies, having the private picnic in his back garden, and Jamie wished he could do the whole thing
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