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by Lynn LaFleur

He’d also proven himself to be an amazing lover, the best she’d had in a long time. She could become addicted to him very quickly. She couldn’t allow that to happen.

  Keefe entwined his fingers with hers. “This way.”

  He led her through the garage and a spacious laundry room, into a large kitchen. Marci noted the granite countertops, numerous cabinets and modern appliances that made her ten-year-old appliances look completely old-fashioned.

  “I’ve unpacked some of my dishes,” Keefe said, sliding her coat from her shoulders. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

  “Please.”

  He tilted up her chin and kissed her softly. “I’ll hang up our coats and be right back.”

  It had been a simple kiss, yet made her heart stutter. Her strong response surprised her, and worried her. He’d said one weekend of pleasing each other. That’s all they could have. That’s all she could have with an employee.

  An image of Ben flashed through her mind…tall, blond, handsome. She’d melt when he flashed that cocky smile at her. She saw him leaning over her on his bed, a long blue scarf in his hand…

  “White or red?” Keefe asked behind her.

  Marci jumped, unaware he’d come back in the kitchen. Warmth flooded her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she’d been so lost in her memories that she hadn’t heard him.

  He frowned slightly. “You okay?”

  “Yes. Of course. Just thinking.”

  He ran one finger down her cheek. “No thinking allowed. Not tonight.”

  His touch made the warmth in her cheeks flow down her body and pool between her thighs. She’d come here for pleasure, not to think about a bad love affair.

  That lone fingertip traveled down her neck and into her cleavage. “I think I should pour wine on your breasts and lick it off.”

  The idea was tempting, but Marci didn’t want to take that much time. She wanted to see Keefe naked now. “I think we should forget about the wine and go to your bedroom.”

  Keefe smiled. “I do like the way you think.”

  He took her hand again. Marci followed him to a room at the end of a dark hallway. He flipped a switch on the wall. Lamps by both sides of a king-sized bed came on, illuminating the room with soft light. She noticed the bed, nightstands and lamps were the only furniture in the room. The bed was mussed, evidence that Keefe had thrown the covers over the pillows this morning when he arose.

  “I make the bed when I change the sheets.” He shrugged. “Other than that, it’s usually a mess.”

  “I’m not here to critique your housekeeping skills.”

  He wrapped a lock of her hair around his forefinger. “Is there anything you plan to critique?”

  Marci shook her head. “You didn’t have any problem figuring out what I needed in my office. You don’t need any pointers.”

  Keefe’s eyes turned hot and smoky. “I’m glad you were pleased.”

  “Almost unconscious, not just pleased.”

  He drew her into his arms, close enough that she could feel his hard cock against her mound. “I don’t want you unconscious. I want you to experience everything I do to you.”

  His mouth met hers in a ravishing kiss. Marci willingly parted her lips at the first stroke of his tongue. His hands coasted over her back before he tugged down her zipper.

  “I’m still hungry for you.” He nipped her throat. “The first time will be hard and fast.” A tug on her earlobe made her breath catch. “Then we’ll slow down for the second round.” The tip of his tongue darted into her ear. “How does that sound?”

  Marci had to swallow before she could speak. His words and wicked movement of his mouth had stolen her voice. “It sounds perfect.”

  He pushed her dress over her shoulders as he kissed her again. Needing to touch bare skin, she tugged his shirt from his pants and began to unbutton it. Her fingers shook, she wanted him so much. Marci finally managed to get his shirt open. She jerked it down his arms and let it fall to the floor. By the time her dress was pooled around her ankles, she’d unfastened his belt and was working on his zipper.

  His kiss turned hotter, more demanding. “I want you naked.” She felt her bra tighten and loosen when he unhooked it. “Totally, completely naked.”

  “You too.” She pushed his pants past his hips. “Now.”

  She reached for the waistband of his briefs, determined to get to his hard flesh as quickly as possible. Before she could reach her prize, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

  He laid her on the comforter and stretched out next to her. His shaft pressed into her thigh. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

  “Hopefully as much as I want you.” She managed to get her hand inside his briefs and clasped that delicious cock. She smiled when she heard Keefe’s strangled groan. “I’ll take this as a yes.”

  “Not only yes, but hell yes.”

  Marci huffed out a sound of protest when Keefe pulled away from her. His fast, hard kiss silenced her. He’d told her this first time would be fast, but he didn’t want to come on her hand in only seconds. Things needed to slow down.

  He rose to his knees and unfastened her garter belt. Belt, thong and stockings all came off at the same time and landed on the floor. He rose from the bed long enough to remove the rest of his clothing. Naked, he joined her on the bed again, nudging her legs apart so he could lie between them.

  She placed her feet on the bed and let her legs fall open, creating a cradle for his hips. He kissed her mouth and each nipple before he moved away long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand. Marci sat up and took the packet from him. Keefe gritted his teeth to stay in control when her soft hands rolled the protection over his hard cock.

  Marci lay back on the bed and spread her legs. “Now.”

  One thrust and he was buried in her warmth. Her silky, hot channel grabbed his rod as he pulled almost out and thrust back inside her again.

  He shivered when she scratched his back from shoulder blades to waist. “Do that again,” he said in a raspy voice.

  She did, her nails going a bit deeper the second time. Keefe moaned loudly. “Oh, yeah. That’s good.”

  He arched his back when she dug her nails into his buttocks. “Damn!”

  “Too much?”

  “No. It makes me want to fuck you harder.”

  She licked her lips. “Then fuck me harder.”

  Keefe hooked one of Marci’s legs over his elbow so he could pump deeper and faster. Her gaze dropped to where their bodies were joined. She watched his movements for several moments, then looked into his eyes again.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  He did as she asked. With his mouth locked to hers, he turned their bodies so she lay on top of him. Now she could control their lovemaking and take what she needed to come again.

  She sat up, straddling his hips, and propped her hands on his shoulders. Keefe watched her breasts bounce with her movement. He cradled the full globes in his palms. “These are beautiful.” He squeezed them as he brushed his thumbs over the hard nipples. “They fit perfectly in my hands.”

  “Your cock fits perfectly inside me.”

  It certainly did. Keefe didn’t think he’d ever been with a woman whose body complemented his so well.

  He slid his hands around to her buttocks and held on while he thrust up into her pussy. She stared into his eyes as she moved, taking him completely, then lifting her hips and slamming them back down. His balls tightened as his climax drew closer. He couldn’t come yet, not until Marci did.

  Slipping one hand low on her abdomen, he caressed her clit with his thumb.

  “Oh, yes.” Marci sighed, then moaned. “Rub it harder.”

  Keefe obeyed her, moving his thumb back and forth over the sensitive nub. He listened to her breathing quicken, watched her skin glisten with perspiration. She had to be close to orgasm.

  She suddenly stopped moving. Head back, body arched, she released a keening moan. The walls of her pussy contract
ed around his shaft. Three more thrusts and Keefe’s balls tightened even further. Pulling Marci to his chest, he held her as his climax rushed through his body.

  Keefe knew he wouldn’t be able to speak with his heart pounding so hard. Marci didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move. That was good since he didn’t have the strength to raise an arm, much less move his body.

  He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her temple. Her eyelids fluttered, then opened. She tilted her face on his shoulder and smiled.

  “You weren’t kidding about hard and fast.”

  “Are you sorry?” he asked, slowly caressing her back and buttocks.

  “You’ve heard the cliché about an orgasm curling your toes?”

  Keefe nodded.

  “I think my orgasm blew off my toenails.”

  He almost choked, he laughed so hard. Grinning, Marci crossed her hands on his chest and propped her chin on them. “I haven’t had my toenails blown off in a long time.”

  “I’m happy to please.”

  She outlined his lips with her fingertip, then kissed him. “I’m really comfortable, but I suppose you need to get up.”

  “Actually, I’ve already been up.”

  He grinned when she threatened him with her fist. Keefe held her wrist and kissed her closed fingers. “Yeah, I do need to take care of one little item.”

  “It might take me a minute to move.”

  “I’m in no hurry. I like holding you.”

  Marci rose to her hands and knees, still straddling him. His softening cock slipped from her channel. She moved to his side, curling up with one arm beneath her head, and watched him rise from the bed and walk to the bathroom. She sighed at the view of his back and buttocks. He was a gorgeous man. More important than his incredible looks, he was a nice man. Great sense of humor, considerate, kind…exactly the type of man she could love.

  If only he wasn’t her employee.

  Keefe was so different from Ben. Her former lover had been the typical bad boy. Something about him had called to her, had made her go along with things she’d never imagined she would ever do in a bedroom. She hadn’t recognized herself while she was with Ben.

  She hadn’t liked herself while she was with Ben.

  She might not know Keefe that well yet, but she instinctively knew he would never ask her to do anything sexually that would make her uncomfortable.

  He came back into the bedroom. Although no longer hard, his cock was still very impressive. A fluttering came to life low in her belly. Three powerful orgasms tonight and she still wanted him.

  A cocky smile turned up his lips as he leaned over her, caging her between his arms. “You’re staring.”

  She grinned. “You have something worth staring at.”

  “I’m glad you approve.” He kissed her lips, then the tip of both breasts. “I’m gonna turn up the heat so you don’t get cold.”

  “I can get under the covers.”

  He scowled, but Marci could see the playfulness in his eyes. “That isn’t an option. I’m not through looking at you.” He kissed her lips again. “Be right back.”

  Marci took advantage of his absence to look around the room. She studied the plain headboard and nightstands. They appeared to be of good quality, but weren’t ornate or with any kind of design. They looked like functional furniture a man would buy simply to get by. Which could be the case. Perhaps Keefe had sold his furniture in California so he wouldn’t have to move it and hadn’t bothered to shop yet. She couldn’t imagine not having a dresser or chest of drawers. Two louvered doors obviously led to his closet. Maybe there were drawers in it for his underwear and other clothing items.

  She didn’t know if he’d bought the house or rented it. She assumed he’d bought it. She liked what she’d seen of it so far. Her own house was small and cozy, but she longed for more room. Her long hours at Marshall Media didn’t leave her a lot of time for house-hunting.

  A movement in the doorway caught her attention. Keefe came back in the room, carrying two glasses of white wine. He didn’t seem to be the least bit self-conscious about his nakedness. Marci didn’t mind at all. She had no trouble watching him walk around nude.

  “Thirsty?” he asked.

  “Mmm, yes.”

  She sat up and accepted the glass he offered her. The cold liquid slid down her throat and warmed her tummy. “Very good.”

  “A housewarming gift from my friends.”

  “You have nice friends.”

  “Yes, I do.” He sipped his wine. “They—Linsey and Davin—let me stay with them for almost a month. My house in L.A. sold a lot faster than I expected, and the new owners wanted to move in right away. I could’ve either moved into a hotel in L.A. or moved up here and done the same thing. There wasn’t anything keeping me in California, so I came on up. I knew your VP hadn’t left yet, but figured the extra time would give me the chance to drive around and learn more about Seattle. When I mentioned staying in a hotel to Linsey, she threatened to slap me.”

  Marci chuckled. “She sounds tough.”

  “She likes to think she is. She’s about five-one and weighs maybe a hundred pounds.” He took another sip of wine, then stretched out on the bed on his side and propped up on one elbow. “She helped me house-hunt until we found this one. I started moving in Thursday. That’s why I don’t have much unpacked. And I had no furniture. I sold it with the house. They loaned me this bedroom set and a couch until I can shop.” His whole body shook with an exaggerated shudder. “God, I hate the thought of shopping for furniture. Can I pay you to do it for me? I’m really good at budgeting, so I have money.”

  Marci couldn’t believe she was talking so freely to Keefe while she sat naked on his bed. What surprised her even more was how comfortable she felt doing it. He didn’t stare at her breasts or pussy. He looked directly into her eyes while he spoke to her.

  How refreshing.

  She drained her wineglass and set it on the nightstand. “Do you want more wine?” Keefe asked.

  Marci shook her head. “I want more, but not wine.” She ran one finger down the center of his chest to his navel. “I believe you mentioned a round two.”

  His eyes changed from curious to hot in less than two seconds. “I believe I did too, but I’m not eighteen. I need a few minutes to recuperate.”

  “I see no reason why I can’t play around while you recuperate.” She took his glass and set it next to hers. “Do you?”

  He grinned, slow and sexy. “No, ma’am.”

  Chapter Seven

  She kissed him, ever so gently, barely brushing his lips with hers. She gave him sweet kisses over and over, softly caressing his chest while they kissed.

  He cradled her jaw in his palm, tilted his head and parted his lips. She accepted his silent invitation and darted her tongue into his mouth. She withdrew, then ventured inside again. His tongue joined in the play, stroking across her tongue, her lips.

  Marci worked her way down his throat and over his collarbone, dropping kisses along the way. She moved over his chest. Each small nipple received a nip with her teeth. She smiled to herself when she heard him draw in a sharp breath.

  “Marci.” His voice sounded choked. That encouraged her to continue. She wanted to make him so hot, he wouldn’t be able to think.

  A quick glance down his body showed her his cock was already hardening again. Apparently he didn’t need as much recuperating time as he’d thought.

  She dragged her tongue down his stomach, circled his navel. His hand tunneled into her hair and clasped the back of her head. “What are you doing?”

  “What do you think I’m doing?” She slid one hand beneath his balls and squeezed.

  Keefe arched his hips off the bed. Marci wrapped her hand around his shaft and started a slow, milking motion. It grew fully erect in only seconds.

  “I found something to play with.” She swiped her tongue across the crown. “Something big.”

  “You’re wicked, do you know that?”

>   “It’s fun to be wicked.” She licked the crown again, then opened her mouth and took it inside.

  His hand tightened on her head. “Jesus, Marci.”

  He tasted like man and sex. She could smell herself on his skin. She inhaled deeply, drawing their combined scent into her lungs, as she took him farther into her mouth. The combination of the two of them smelled so hot.

  Marci ran her tongue around the rim of his cock, up and down the bulging vein, took him in her mouth again. Keefe began to pump his hips. She lifted her head and frowned at him.

  “No moving.”

  The expression on his face made her think of a child who’d been told there would be no dessert after dinner. “What?”

  “Lie still and let me play.”

  Keefe closed his eyes and swallowed. “You’re cruel as well as wicked.”

  “Careful what you call me. I do have teeth.”

  To prove her words, she scraped them over his sensitive tip. He hissed and grabbed her head with both hands.

  “Fuck!”

  “Not yet. I’m not through playing.”

  He barked out a laugh that held frustration instead of humor. “You realize you’re about five seconds away from me throwing you to your back and fucking you until you can’t walk.”

  “I don’t think so.” She scraped her teeth over the tip again. “I think you like me playing.”

  “Playing is one thing. Driving me crazy is another.”

  Marci pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Once she had regained control, she took the head of his rod back in her mouth. An inch at a time, she slid her lips down his hard flesh until she reached the base.

  “God,” he whispered.

  Up to the head, back down to the base, up to the head again. She swirled her tongue all over his cock, darted the tip into the slit. Keefe’s breathing grew heavy and choppy. Marci quickened her movements, sliding her mouth up and down as she caressed his balls.

  His body jerked, his warm essence filled her mouth. Marci continued to slowly move up and down his shaft until it softened and he lay still again.

  She moved to his side, resting on one elbow. She rarely let a man come in her mouth. With Keefe, it felt right and natural.

 

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