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starched shirt.
The plush ripeness of her mouth. Yeah. That cocktail-soaked New Year’s kiss tugging on his lips while he unzipped her spangly dress and dragged it down her race car body. Her round ass filling his hands.
He imagined himself gripping her now. He squeezed his eyes shut and the image of her breasts bouncing against his cheek while they fucked flooded his mind. Good God. She’d been so tight.
Memory fragments kept skittering through his mind until he found release under the streaming water.
That would do it. Calm him down until he could have the real thing. Well, not the real , real thing. He’d sent her off in her BMW.
Graham wondered if she was as frustrated as he was. Had been. He’d be fine once Sierra got there.
He dressed in a slouched, worn pair of jeans and an old, college T-shirt, and tried to relax in his game room, outfitted with a front projection TV and surround sound. He paged through his DVR while downing a beer, waiting for the sound of the bell.
Settling for another woman was shitty, but he and Sierra had a deal. No strings. Just satisfaction—or close enough to it for tonight.
Soon enough, the door chimed, and Graham let his consolation for the evening into his house.
They exchanged quick hellos as Sierra kicked off her heeled sandals and headed across the foyer and up the stairs to his bedroom. Graham’s legs moved on autopilot behind her.
He didn’t bother to close the door. She was already peeling her tights down her slim, tanned legs. He watched as she lifted off her shirt.
“You better catch up. It’s already late.”
Her dark purple lipstick stretched into a smile as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Creamy, pale breasts bounced free with surgically perfected roundness. Graham slipped out of his clothes and reached for her, closing his eyes.
Chapter Nine
O n Friday morning , Melissa and Alexa hunkered in the latter’s office over Greek yogurt and fruit with plans to discuss the spa launch.
However, Alexa’s partner wasn’t interested in business. She narrowed one eye like a sniper and aimed her spoon at Alexa.
“How was your date?”
Alexa balked. It was barely worth discussing. “Sam? Miserable.”
“Tell me.” Melissa lowered the spoon and swirled her breakfast.
“It was bizarre. I wasn’t thrilled to go out with him, but I figured it would be fun. I fought through his pooh-pooh personality, and then he snapped my head off for ordering dinner!”
“For the record, Kyle barely knows the guy. He got invited to the birthday party by another co-worker. We disavow him.”
“Good. He’s a weirdo.”
“Too bad. There goes your shot at having a Valentine.”
“He wouldn’t have been my Valentine anyway. We barely know each other. I can’t think of anything more awkward than participating in the most romantic day of the year with someone you barely know.”
“You seriously don’t want someone to smooch on national holidays?”
“I’ve pretty much had the national holidays covered of late.”
Alexa strove to keep the single-lady defensiveness out of her tone. She had more fun in the last few months than some women got all year—married or not—she’d guess.
“Hooking up on New Year’s doesn’t count.” Melissa banged her spoon in syllabic rhythm on the edge of her yogurt cup.
“Yes, but I hooked up on Thanksgiving and on New Year’s. Come on. High five.”
Alexa raised her hand up and reached over the desk, waiting. Melissa half-heartedly smacked her hand. “But what about someone to snuggle with on Christmas morning? Kyle made me waffles and bacon. We sat around in our pajamas and watched stupid Hallmark movies. I loved it.”
“There you go. Too many Hallmark movies. I had a good time Thanksgiving week, and as embarrassing as it is to run into Graham at work, the night was a good one.”
“Then why run out of his hotel room?”
Alexa sat back.
Seeing Graham again did remind her of how hot the sex had been—how
The plush ripeness of her mouth. Yeah. That cocktail-soaked New Year’s kiss tugging on his lips while he unzipped her spangly dress and dragged it down her race car body. Her round ass filling his hands.
He imagined himself gripping her now. He squeezed his eyes shut and the image of her breasts bouncing against his cheek while they fucked flooded his mind. Good God. She’d been so tight.
Memory fragments kept skittering through his mind until he found release under the streaming water.
That would do it. Calm him down until he could have the real thing. Well, not the real , real thing. He’d sent her off in her BMW.
Graham wondered if she was as frustrated as he was. Had been. He’d be fine once Sierra got there.
He dressed in a slouched, worn pair of jeans and an old, college T-shirt, and tried to relax in his game room, outfitted with a front projection TV and surround sound. He paged through his DVR while downing a beer, waiting for the sound of the bell.
Settling for another woman was shitty, but he and Sierra had a deal. No strings. Just satisfaction—or close enough to it for tonight.
Soon enough, the door chimed, and Graham let his consolation for the evening into his house.
They exchanged quick hellos as Sierra kicked off her heeled sandals and headed across the foyer and up the stairs to his bedroom. Graham’s legs moved on autopilot behind her.
He didn’t bother to close the door. She was already peeling her tights down her slim, tanned legs. He watched as she lifted off her shirt.
“You better catch up. It’s already late.”
Her dark purple lipstick stretched into a smile as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Creamy, pale breasts bounced free with surgically perfected roundness. Graham slipped out of his clothes and reached for her, closing his eyes.
Chapter Nine
O n Friday morning , Melissa and Alexa hunkered in the latter’s office over Greek yogurt and fruit with plans to discuss the spa launch.
However, Alexa’s partner wasn’t interested in business. She narrowed one eye like a sniper and aimed her spoon at Alexa.
“How was your date?”
Alexa balked. It was barely worth discussing. “Sam? Miserable.”
“Tell me.” Melissa lowered the spoon and swirled her breakfast.
“It was bizarre. I wasn’t thrilled to go out with him, but I figured it would be fun. I fought through his pooh-pooh personality, and then he snapped my head off for ordering dinner!”
“For the record, Kyle barely knows the guy. He got invited to the birthday party by another co-worker. We disavow him.”
“Good. He’s a weirdo.”
“Too bad. There goes your shot at having a Valentine.”
“He wouldn’t have been my Valentine anyway. We barely know each other. I can’t think of anything more awkward than participating in the most romantic day of the year with someone you barely know.”
“You seriously don’t want someone to smooch on national holidays?”
“I’ve pretty much had the national holidays covered of late.”
Alexa strove to keep the single-lady defensiveness out of her tone. She had more fun in the last few months than some women got all year—married or not—she’d guess.
“Hooking up on New Year’s doesn’t count.” Melissa banged her spoon in syllabic rhythm on the edge of her yogurt cup.
“Yes, but I hooked up on Thanksgiving and on New Year’s. Come on. High five.”
Alexa raised her hand up and reached over the desk, waiting. Melissa half-heartedly smacked her hand. “But what about someone to snuggle with on Christmas morning? Kyle made me waffles and bacon. We sat around in our pajamas and watched stupid Hallmark movies. I loved it.”
“There you go. Too many Hallmark movies. I had a good time Thanksgiving week, and as embarrassing as it is to run into Graham at work, the night was a good one.”
“Then why run out of his hotel room?”
Alexa sat back.
Seeing Graham again did remind her of how hot the sex had been—how
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