that I recall. Danny's
just...Danny's. You know?" He leant closer to her, his head
less than an inch from hers. "Your hair smells like roses. Does
the rest of you smell just as good?"
"Excuse me?' Lisa took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
What was going on here?
With his free hand, he brushed her hair aside and licked
the nape of her neck. "Tastes good, too."
She knew she should push him away. Express outrage.
Throw her drink in his face. But the touch of his tongue to her
skin sent shivers skittering down her spine. She looked
around, wondering if Danny's Pub had suddenly turned into
Interlude , but everything seemed the same. Loud, noisy,
crowded, open booths, jammed tables.
Except...
Suddenly, she had the same uninhibited feeling she'd had
with Mark, in the bar that it seemed didn't really exist. Was it
her hormones going crazy or was this place really...
No! Stop it! You're so horny you're letting your brain run
away.
Still...
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And Jake continued nibbling at her neck, his breath warm
against her skin.
"I'll stop if you tell me to," he murmured.
Instead, she shifted in her seat and leaned further back,
bending her head to give him better access. Heat sizzled
through her body, and her hardened nipples pressed painfully
against the restraining fabric of her bra. She couldn't find any
words, let alone the ones to tell him to leave her alone.
"So you don't want me to stop." He tossed back the rest of
his drink. "You can also tell me if you don't want to take me
home with you. But I think you do."
Take him home with me? What kind of slut am I turning
into? No, I'm not taking him anywhere. In fact, I'm getting
out of here right now. This is some kind of madness. Maybe
I'm dreaming the whole thing.
So then, whose voice was it that said, "Yes, I do."
Jake threw some money on the bar. Lisa looked up and
knew she had to be mistaken. That couldn't be a knowing,
barely perceptible nod Jake and the bartender exchanged,
could it?
She slid off the barstool, grabbing her briefcase and jacket.
She walked just ahead of him to the door and called over her
shoulder, "My car's in the garage next door."
The smoky sound of his laugh reached her even through
the din of the crowd and sent another round of shivers
skating through her.
Only because he reminds me of Mark.
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On the drive to her house, Jake fiddled with the radio until
he found something soft and bluesy he liked then he eased
one hand over to her thigh.
"If you distract me, I won't be able to drive," she warned
him.
"Oh, I think you can multitask," he told her. "You seem
like a very smart lady to me."
One hand slid beneath her skirt and she wished she didn't
have on pantyhose. His fingers caressed her inner thigh, soft
as a feather, dancing on her skin in time to the music. His
pinkie finger wiggled to her crotch, probing through the thin
material of her pantyhose.
"Nice and wet," he murmured. "I knew you would be. You
have no idea the things we're going to do together."
Lisa didn't know how she managed to get to her house
without killing them, what with Jake probing her pussy and
telling her what he wanted to do with her body. They were
barely inside before he pressed her against the wall and took
her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue probing, demanding,
locking with hers. His fingers threaded through her hair,
holding her head in place as he licked her lips and nibbled on
them, slanting his mouth this way and that to give himself a
better angle.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting.
"I want you naked," he said in a guttural voice. "Now."
She managed to get her jacket off before he brushed her
fingers aside and took over himself. Buttons popped as he
ripped open her blouse, deft fingers unclipped her bra. No
sooner were her breasts free than he pulled one nipple into
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his mouth,
just...Danny's. You know?" He leant closer to her, his head
less than an inch from hers. "Your hair smells like roses. Does
the rest of you smell just as good?"
"Excuse me?' Lisa took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
What was going on here?
With his free hand, he brushed her hair aside and licked
the nape of her neck. "Tastes good, too."
She knew she should push him away. Express outrage.
Throw her drink in his face. But the touch of his tongue to her
skin sent shivers skittering down her spine. She looked
around, wondering if Danny's Pub had suddenly turned into
Interlude , but everything seemed the same. Loud, noisy,
crowded, open booths, jammed tables.
Except...
Suddenly, she had the same uninhibited feeling she'd had
with Mark, in the bar that it seemed didn't really exist. Was it
her hormones going crazy or was this place really...
No! Stop it! You're so horny you're letting your brain run
away.
Still...
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Intermission
by Desiree Holt
And Jake continued nibbling at her neck, his breath warm
against her skin.
"I'll stop if you tell me to," he murmured.
Instead, she shifted in her seat and leaned further back,
bending her head to give him better access. Heat sizzled
through her body, and her hardened nipples pressed painfully
against the restraining fabric of her bra. She couldn't find any
words, let alone the ones to tell him to leave her alone.
"So you don't want me to stop." He tossed back the rest of
his drink. "You can also tell me if you don't want to take me
home with you. But I think you do."
Take him home with me? What kind of slut am I turning
into? No, I'm not taking him anywhere. In fact, I'm getting
out of here right now. This is some kind of madness. Maybe
I'm dreaming the whole thing.
So then, whose voice was it that said, "Yes, I do."
Jake threw some money on the bar. Lisa looked up and
knew she had to be mistaken. That couldn't be a knowing,
barely perceptible nod Jake and the bartender exchanged,
could it?
She slid off the barstool, grabbing her briefcase and jacket.
She walked just ahead of him to the door and called over her
shoulder, "My car's in the garage next door."
The smoky sound of his laugh reached her even through
the din of the crowd and sent another round of shivers
skating through her.
Only because he reminds me of Mark.
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Intermission
by Desiree Holt
On the drive to her house, Jake fiddled with the radio until
he found something soft and bluesy he liked then he eased
one hand over to her thigh.
"If you distract me, I won't be able to drive," she warned
him.
"Oh, I think you can multitask," he told her. "You seem
like a very smart lady to me."
One hand slid beneath her skirt and she wished she didn't
have on pantyhose. His fingers caressed her inner thigh, soft
as a feather, dancing on her skin in time to the music. His
pinkie finger wiggled to her crotch, probing through the thin
material of her pantyhose.
"Nice and wet," he murmured. "I knew you would be. You
have no idea the things we're going to do together."
Lisa didn't know how she managed to get to her house
without killing them, what with Jake probing her pussy and
telling her what he wanted to do with her body. They were
barely inside before he pressed her against the wall and took
her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue probing, demanding,
locking with hers. His fingers threaded through her hair,
holding her head in place as he licked her lips and nibbled on
them, slanting his mouth this way and that to give himself a
better angle.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting.
"I want you naked," he said in a guttural voice. "Now."
She managed to get her jacket off before he brushed her
fingers aside and took over himself. Buttons popped as he
ripped open her blouse, deft fingers unclipped her bra. No
sooner were her breasts free than he pulled one nipple into
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by Desiree Holt
his mouth,
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