what happened when she indulged and went down that rowdy road. She had spent the better part of her post-college years rectifying the aftermath and becoming a responsible and mature member of society after Bo. And after Peter, she had done nothing but try to rebuild her crushed self-esteem, burying herself in work and her cause.
Was she willing to throw all those years and hard work out the window for a steamy but ill-advised dalliance?
“Are you thinking about Chance?” Russ asked.
He didn’t sound angry or jealous, just curious, which made her answer his question with one of her own. “And if I am?”
“Then it might be my duty to take your mind off of him.” He bent his head, and Donna planted a palm in his chest to stop his forward motion and push him back a step.
“What’s your take on this?”
“A ménage?”
When he said it out loud, it just put everything into kinky perspective and highlighted that one member of their potential little a trois was glaringly absent.
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about sharing you when I haven’t even had you to myself yet.”
He stepped closer, pinning her against the kitchen counter with his big body in such an aggressive manner that made it obvious to her just how turned on he was.
“But I’m willing to rectify that if you are.” He firmly cupped her face with both hands, bent his head to cover her mouth with his, and Donna didn’t stop him this time, just held her breath as his lips made contact with hers, lighting fires of confusion and pleasure in her chest and already sizzling core.
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Giving in further, she stood on tiptoe, curved one leg up around Russ’s hip, aligned her slit with the bulge behind his zipper, and pressed herself snug against his hard heat. Shame or self-reproach were nowhere in the equation, Chance’s kiss an evocative and inspiring memory when Russ thrust his tongue into her mouth and slid his hands back to cup her skull and draw her closer as if he was trying to eradicate that very memory.
There was no comparison, no competition, as far as Donna was concerned. Each man held an erotic appeal for her, each bringing to the table his own interpretation of rugged sensuality that complemented and ignited things in Donna she hadn’t even known she’d been missing the last two years—namely her femininity and carnal self.
Russ moved one hand down from her head to her jeans, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping them. He slid his hand inside her pants, down and around to grasp a bare cheek, and hissed through his teeth as if he was in pain.
“Damn.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just wasn’t expecting a thong.” He pulled back to smile at her. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Donna shrugged. She thought she was certainly surprising herself tonight. “What, an old lady can’t wear a thong?” she teased.
“You’re only as old as you feel, and you feel like heaven to me.”
He emphasized his words and skimmed his fingers over her ass, firmly squeezing each cheek before moving his hand to the front of her underwear and cupping her heated crotch.
She could have sworn she heard a sizzle from the contact, and when he slid his hand into her thong, brushing his fingers over the moist curls covering her pussy, Donna gasped and caught him around the biceps to keep herself from falling her legs felt so weak. One would think she’d never had a man’s hand in her underwear before!
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But God, it had been so long since she’d been fondled, so long since she’d felt this way—desired and wanted.
Russ bent his head again to kiss her and slid a finger inside her slow and easy as he stroked his tongue against hers.
Donna moaned low in her throat when he made gentle circles against her inner walls and thrust deeper. She bore down and clutched at his finger with her vaginal muscles when he stimulated long-unused nerves before curving his finger
Was she willing to throw all those years and hard work out the window for a steamy but ill-advised dalliance?
“Are you thinking about Chance?” Russ asked.
He didn’t sound angry or jealous, just curious, which made her answer his question with one of her own. “And if I am?”
“Then it might be my duty to take your mind off of him.” He bent his head, and Donna planted a palm in his chest to stop his forward motion and push him back a step.
“What’s your take on this?”
“A ménage?”
When he said it out loud, it just put everything into kinky perspective and highlighted that one member of their potential little a trois was glaringly absent.
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about sharing you when I haven’t even had you to myself yet.”
He stepped closer, pinning her against the kitchen counter with his big body in such an aggressive manner that made it obvious to her just how turned on he was.
“But I’m willing to rectify that if you are.” He firmly cupped her face with both hands, bent his head to cover her mouth with his, and Donna didn’t stop him this time, just held her breath as his lips made contact with hers, lighting fires of confusion and pleasure in her chest and already sizzling core.
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Gracie C. McKeever
Giving in further, she stood on tiptoe, curved one leg up around Russ’s hip, aligned her slit with the bulge behind his zipper, and pressed herself snug against his hard heat. Shame or self-reproach were nowhere in the equation, Chance’s kiss an evocative and inspiring memory when Russ thrust his tongue into her mouth and slid his hands back to cup her skull and draw her closer as if he was trying to eradicate that very memory.
There was no comparison, no competition, as far as Donna was concerned. Each man held an erotic appeal for her, each bringing to the table his own interpretation of rugged sensuality that complemented and ignited things in Donna she hadn’t even known she’d been missing the last two years—namely her femininity and carnal self.
Russ moved one hand down from her head to her jeans, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping them. He slid his hand inside her pants, down and around to grasp a bare cheek, and hissed through his teeth as if he was in pain.
“Damn.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just wasn’t expecting a thong.” He pulled back to smile at her. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Donna shrugged. She thought she was certainly surprising herself tonight. “What, an old lady can’t wear a thong?” she teased.
“You’re only as old as you feel, and you feel like heaven to me.”
He emphasized his words and skimmed his fingers over her ass, firmly squeezing each cheek before moving his hand to the front of her underwear and cupping her heated crotch.
She could have sworn she heard a sizzle from the contact, and when he slid his hand into her thong, brushing his fingers over the moist curls covering her pussy, Donna gasped and caught him around the biceps to keep herself from falling her legs felt so weak. One would think she’d never had a man’s hand in her underwear before!
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But God, it had been so long since she’d been fondled, so long since she’d felt this way—desired and wanted.
Russ bent his head again to kiss her and slid a finger inside her slow and easy as he stroked his tongue against hers.
Donna moaned low in her throat when he made gentle circles against her inner walls and thrust deeper. She bore down and clutched at his finger with her vaginal muscles when he stimulated long-unused nerves before curving his finger
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