bit to taste.”
“I can do that. So you approve of my dinner menu for the kids, then?”
“I think they’ll like it fine.”
“I can have yours ready when you get here.” She gave him a slow smile. “You want it sliced and made into a tender little sandwich? Or juicy and hot?”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about the steak?”
“Would I do that?”
“I think you might. And I think…” He forgot what he’d been about to say when her foot slid up his leg and across his thigh to settle against his crotch. “What are you doing, Aurelia Imogene?”
“Nothing.”
But she was definitely doing something. She’d slipped off her sandal and was rubbing the ball of her foot over his zipper. She was getting a rise out of him, too.
Reaching down, he caught her foot and held it still. “Don’t tease.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I would love it if I’d brought more supplies, but I didn’t, so you’re torturing me for nothing.”
“For someone who’s traveled the world, you don’t have much imagination when it comes to sex.”
“You don’t know me well enough to make that claim.”
“That could be true.” Pulling her foot free, she scooted down in her chair. “Maybe I should get to know you better.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then let me demonstrate.” In no time she’d disappeared under the table, and next thing he knew, she was kneeling under it and had a hold on his zipper.
“Aurelia.” He leaned over and peered at her. “Come out of there.”
“I will in a minute.” She pulled his zipper down and reached inside his jeans.
“Hey.” He caught her wrist. “Stop that.”
“But I think you would really like it.” She fondled him with her other hand. “I’m no expert at this, but I can probably give you a great memory to take back to the bunkhouse.”
Sitting up again so he had better balance, he grabbed that wrist, too. “I already have a great memory of you having an orgasm on the dryer.”
Her voice lowered into a soft purr of seduction. “Then how about a great memory of me giving you an orgasm under the kitchen table? This might be your one and only chance, because tomorrow night the house will be full of people again.”
He was trying mightily to resist, but the more she talked, the harder he became.
She leaned down and rubbed her cheek against the cotton of his briefs, which were barely restraining his bad boy. “You say no, but this part of you says yes.”
“You’re crazy.” As the ache for her grew stronger, his resistance weakened.
“Earlier you said I was passionate.”
“Crazy and passionate.”
She nuzzled him through the cotton material. “I want you,” she murmured. “I want to lick and nibble and suck and—”
Groaning softly, he let go of her wrists. He was only human, and she was…ah, she was making love to the tip of his penis. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation. He had a clear mental image of her plump mouth, and as he thought of it closing over that sensitive part of him, he almost came right then.
But now that he’d surrendered, he wanted it to last longer than a few seconds. That wasn’t going to be easy as she dipped one hand inside the opening of his briefs and cupped his family jewels. She might not be an expert at oral sex, but she had good instincts. Soon he had to grip the edge of the table and clench his jaw to keep from moaning out loud at the pleasure she was giving him.
With one hand fondling his twins, one stroking his shaft, and her mouth and tongue very busy playing him like a flute, he knew this ecstasy wouldn’t last long. His orgasm rolled closer, stealing his breath and kicking his heart into high gear. Then she did some swirly thing with her tongue and took him all the way to the back of her throat.
Squeezing his eyes shut and choking back his cry of release, he erupted. Boldly she caressed him, milking him of all he had to give until the
“I can do that. So you approve of my dinner menu for the kids, then?”
“I think they’ll like it fine.”
“I can have yours ready when you get here.” She gave him a slow smile. “You want it sliced and made into a tender little sandwich? Or juicy and hot?”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about the steak?”
“Would I do that?”
“I think you might. And I think…” He forgot what he’d been about to say when her foot slid up his leg and across his thigh to settle against his crotch. “What are you doing, Aurelia Imogene?”
“Nothing.”
But she was definitely doing something. She’d slipped off her sandal and was rubbing the ball of her foot over his zipper. She was getting a rise out of him, too.
Reaching down, he caught her foot and held it still. “Don’t tease.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I would love it if I’d brought more supplies, but I didn’t, so you’re torturing me for nothing.”
“For someone who’s traveled the world, you don’t have much imagination when it comes to sex.”
“You don’t know me well enough to make that claim.”
“That could be true.” Pulling her foot free, she scooted down in her chair. “Maybe I should get to know you better.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then let me demonstrate.” In no time she’d disappeared under the table, and next thing he knew, she was kneeling under it and had a hold on his zipper.
“Aurelia.” He leaned over and peered at her. “Come out of there.”
“I will in a minute.” She pulled his zipper down and reached inside his jeans.
“Hey.” He caught her wrist. “Stop that.”
“But I think you would really like it.” She fondled him with her other hand. “I’m no expert at this, but I can probably give you a great memory to take back to the bunkhouse.”
Sitting up again so he had better balance, he grabbed that wrist, too. “I already have a great memory of you having an orgasm on the dryer.”
Her voice lowered into a soft purr of seduction. “Then how about a great memory of me giving you an orgasm under the kitchen table? This might be your one and only chance, because tomorrow night the house will be full of people again.”
He was trying mightily to resist, but the more she talked, the harder he became.
She leaned down and rubbed her cheek against the cotton of his briefs, which were barely restraining his bad boy. “You say no, but this part of you says yes.”
“You’re crazy.” As the ache for her grew stronger, his resistance weakened.
“Earlier you said I was passionate.”
“Crazy and passionate.”
She nuzzled him through the cotton material. “I want you,” she murmured. “I want to lick and nibble and suck and—”
Groaning softly, he let go of her wrists. He was only human, and she was…ah, she was making love to the tip of his penis. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation. He had a clear mental image of her plump mouth, and as he thought of it closing over that sensitive part of him, he almost came right then.
But now that he’d surrendered, he wanted it to last longer than a few seconds. That wasn’t going to be easy as she dipped one hand inside the opening of his briefs and cupped his family jewels. She might not be an expert at oral sex, but she had good instincts. Soon he had to grip the edge of the table and clench his jaw to keep from moaning out loud at the pleasure she was giving him.
With one hand fondling his twins, one stroking his shaft, and her mouth and tongue very busy playing him like a flute, he knew this ecstasy wouldn’t last long. His orgasm rolled closer, stealing his breath and kicking his heart into high gear. Then she did some swirly thing with her tongue and took him all the way to the back of her throat.
Squeezing his eyes shut and choking back his cry of release, he erupted. Boldly she caressed him, milking him of all he had to give until the
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