to circle his hips. Slowly he pressed inside. When he thrust and retreated she caught the rhythm. Heat built.
Perspiration from his face dripped onto her body. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the air along with moans and groans. The aroma of pine, vanilla and wintergreen mingled with the scents of sex.
Her inner muscles tightened around him. She pressed her feet against his rear. The burn ignited and she flew like a rocket headed for outer space. Jules shouted her name. He murmured words she couldn’t believe he’d said.
He rolled to his side and snugged her close. “I love you.”
Her eyes flew open. “I love you.”
He lightly kissed her. “We need to shower and get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Tires for your van and a ring for your finger. I want the world to know you’re mine.”
She winked. “And you’re mine forever.”
“No ring.”
“We’ll see.”
Their mouths met in a kiss filled with a million promises.
* * *
Two days after Christmas Jules stood beside the cupcake tower in the dining room of Tony’s house. The morning wedding has seen a gathering of friends. They had gathered here for the reception.
Jules lifted a cupcake and took a bite. His taste buds went into overdrive. His fabulous fiancée had nailed the flavor. Coffee and chocolate merged into the perfect mocha.
Across the room he caught a flash of a crimson dress. Grace held an animated conversation with Allie and Greg. Probably about food. Greg’s restaurant had provided the lavish lunch.
As though Grace sensed his stare she turned and walked toward him. His heart thundered. Would the sight of her ever fail to stir an erection?
She halted and pointed to the half-eaten cupcake in his hand. “Looks like you approve.”
“It’s the perfect mocha without a cup.”
“How many have you eaten?”
He pulled her into his arms. “Five.”
A flash went off. Jules turned and saw Meg and Steve near the tiered display. Steve chuckled. “Caught you.”
Meg laughed. “If Jules told you he’s eaten five he can’t count. I figure at least seven. He has to keep up with this one.” She elbowed her husband.
Jules shook his head. “Tattletale.”
From across the room he heard Jamie squeal. Davy sat on the carpet and built a block tower the toddler knocked down. Christa crouched beside the pair and Mark sprawled on the floor near them. Jules felt happy for his friend who had found his lost love and his son.
With camera in one hand and a cupcake in the other Steve paused to take more pictures of the people gathered in the large living room.
Where were Matt and Cassie? The entire troop of friends were traveling to Pittsburgh in June for their wedding. He spotted them at the buffet table with Stella and Peter Blakefield. The older couple had married last summer.
“Up, up.” Jamie shouted.
Jules turned to see Tony and Lauren dressed in their traveling clothes. Tony scooped the toddler from the floor and carried him to Grace. Jules joined her.
“He’s yours for a week,” Tony said. “Think you can handle him?”
Jules grinned. “As long as we have help.”
Lauren kissed his cheek. “Don’t feed him too many cupcakes. When you take him to the bakery. You do have a list of sitters for when you need a break.”
Grace nodded. “We do.”
In a flurry of hugs and kissed Tony and Lauren left. The others followed to the door and pelted them with birdseed. Two by two the other couples left taking small boxes of cupcakes Grace had boxed. She took the top layer and packed them for freezing and placed the container in the large freezer.
Jules packed away the remains of the buffet. “We’ll eat good for a day or three.” He carried Jamie to the kitchen. The toddler yawned. “Tired, pal.” He turned to Grace. “He’s ready for a nap. Do we need a bottle?”
“Only at bedtime,” Grace said. “Carry him upstairs. I’ll be there in a few minutes for diaper duty.”
He slid an arm around her shoulders. “Do
Perspiration from his face dripped onto her body. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the air along with moans and groans. The aroma of pine, vanilla and wintergreen mingled with the scents of sex.
Her inner muscles tightened around him. She pressed her feet against his rear. The burn ignited and she flew like a rocket headed for outer space. Jules shouted her name. He murmured words she couldn’t believe he’d said.
He rolled to his side and snugged her close. “I love you.”
Her eyes flew open. “I love you.”
He lightly kissed her. “We need to shower and get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Tires for your van and a ring for your finger. I want the world to know you’re mine.”
She winked. “And you’re mine forever.”
“No ring.”
“We’ll see.”
Their mouths met in a kiss filled with a million promises.
* * *
Two days after Christmas Jules stood beside the cupcake tower in the dining room of Tony’s house. The morning wedding has seen a gathering of friends. They had gathered here for the reception.
Jules lifted a cupcake and took a bite. His taste buds went into overdrive. His fabulous fiancée had nailed the flavor. Coffee and chocolate merged into the perfect mocha.
Across the room he caught a flash of a crimson dress. Grace held an animated conversation with Allie and Greg. Probably about food. Greg’s restaurant had provided the lavish lunch.
As though Grace sensed his stare she turned and walked toward him. His heart thundered. Would the sight of her ever fail to stir an erection?
She halted and pointed to the half-eaten cupcake in his hand. “Looks like you approve.”
“It’s the perfect mocha without a cup.”
“How many have you eaten?”
He pulled her into his arms. “Five.”
A flash went off. Jules turned and saw Meg and Steve near the tiered display. Steve chuckled. “Caught you.”
Meg laughed. “If Jules told you he’s eaten five he can’t count. I figure at least seven. He has to keep up with this one.” She elbowed her husband.
Jules shook his head. “Tattletale.”
From across the room he heard Jamie squeal. Davy sat on the carpet and built a block tower the toddler knocked down. Christa crouched beside the pair and Mark sprawled on the floor near them. Jules felt happy for his friend who had found his lost love and his son.
With camera in one hand and a cupcake in the other Steve paused to take more pictures of the people gathered in the large living room.
Where were Matt and Cassie? The entire troop of friends were traveling to Pittsburgh in June for their wedding. He spotted them at the buffet table with Stella and Peter Blakefield. The older couple had married last summer.
“Up, up.” Jamie shouted.
Jules turned to see Tony and Lauren dressed in their traveling clothes. Tony scooped the toddler from the floor and carried him to Grace. Jules joined her.
“He’s yours for a week,” Tony said. “Think you can handle him?”
Jules grinned. “As long as we have help.”
Lauren kissed his cheek. “Don’t feed him too many cupcakes. When you take him to the bakery. You do have a list of sitters for when you need a break.”
Grace nodded. “We do.”
In a flurry of hugs and kissed Tony and Lauren left. The others followed to the door and pelted them with birdseed. Two by two the other couples left taking small boxes of cupcakes Grace had boxed. She took the top layer and packed them for freezing and placed the container in the large freezer.
Jules packed away the remains of the buffet. “We’ll eat good for a day or three.” He carried Jamie to the kitchen. The toddler yawned. “Tired, pal.” He turned to Grace. “He’s ready for a nap. Do we need a bottle?”
“Only at bedtime,” Grace said. “Carry him upstairs. I’ll be there in a few minutes for diaper duty.”
He slid an arm around her shoulders. “Do
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