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Besides, why is it so difficult to believe that Rob actually finds you fascinating? I mean, he isn’t Michael.”
“I know,” I said, giving in the slightest bit before I remembered the magazine still lying on my floor. “I know he’s not Michael, but those pictures are still in the back of my mind.”
“Well, what do you expect? For him to sit on his ass at home every weekend, just waiting for the love of his life to knock on his door? So , he dates a lot! So what? That’s not a crime, and it certainly doesn’t mean that he’s incapable of having a serious relationship. I mean, look at me! I date a lot. Do you think I’m incapable of having real feelings for someone?”
“That’s not fair , and you know it,” I said, even though I knew I was just being petulant now. Claire had been with more men than I would know what to do with, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable of feeling .
Her point about Rob had crossed my mind when I read the article, but I had dismissed it quickly to keep from giving in at the time. I didn’t want a man who just sat on his ass, after all, but I also didn’t want to make excuses for him and his womanizing business. But maybe Claire was on to something here…
“Speaking of Michael,” I said.
“Oh, let’s not speak of Michael, honey,” Claire interrupted. “He’s old, bad news, baby.”
I sighed. She was right.
“Good. So, back to Rob.”
“What about Joe?” I asked, interrupting.
Claire laughed. “What about Joe?”
I laughed, too, as I told her about the text message. “So , now, he wants to do coffee and, honestly, I think I’m going to do it. Considering the fact that he’s like the anti-Rob, he could be exactly what I need.”
Claire snorted this time. “Well, I guess trying couldn’t hurt. I just don’t know if Joe is really going to butter your biscuit. He seems a little… bland.”
“I don’t know—maybe I need someone less intense. Maybe bland would be good for me,” I said, knowing that it probably wasn’t, even as I said the words.
“Maybe, maybe,” Claire said, allowing me to think that at least for a moment. “I don’t know, hon. Just don’t write Rob off yet, all right? Sleep on it. See how you feel over the next few days. If you’re still thinking about him—call him.”
“I’ll think about it,” I said, “but no promises.”
“That’s my girl!” Claire said. I knew she would have given me a huge, congratulatory hug if she were here. “It sure is about time somebody buttered your biscuit. I bet it’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had.”
I laughed, trying not to think about how right she probably was. “Good night , Claire.”
5
The cool hardness of the car pressed up against my bare skin. Rob’s mouth found my taut nipple, savoring it hungrily as he glided inside me, his hips moving in sync with my thrusts. I ran my hands up his strong chest and his tight muscles, feeling the straining tension under his skin as he pulled me in toward him by the back of my neck, gently. His warm mouth opened against mine, the long and sensual kiss making me moan as my wetness allowed him to speed up, pleasure spreading through my body.
“Just like that, Stephanie,” Rob whispered. “Just like that. Fucking you feels so good. There’s only you.”
The cool breeze teased our bodies as he hoisted me onto the hood of the car, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. His hands curled around my buttocks , as my soaked breasts bounced , his lithe body grounding into mine. He laid me across the hood and pulled out, making me ache for him and gasp when he reentered seconds later—bigger and stiffer than before, my body charged with arousal as I begged, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
He towered over me, his ripped body engulfing mine. “You belong to me.” The pulses of pleasure shooting through my body became waves as I felt him throb. My breathing intensified, and I raised my hips to him, opening
“I know,” I said, giving in the slightest bit before I remembered the magazine still lying on my floor. “I know he’s not Michael, but those pictures are still in the back of my mind.”
“Well, what do you expect? For him to sit on his ass at home every weekend, just waiting for the love of his life to knock on his door? So , he dates a lot! So what? That’s not a crime, and it certainly doesn’t mean that he’s incapable of having a serious relationship. I mean, look at me! I date a lot. Do you think I’m incapable of having real feelings for someone?”
“That’s not fair , and you know it,” I said, even though I knew I was just being petulant now. Claire had been with more men than I would know what to do with, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable of feeling .
Her point about Rob had crossed my mind when I read the article, but I had dismissed it quickly to keep from giving in at the time. I didn’t want a man who just sat on his ass, after all, but I also didn’t want to make excuses for him and his womanizing business. But maybe Claire was on to something here…
“Speaking of Michael,” I said.
“Oh, let’s not speak of Michael, honey,” Claire interrupted. “He’s old, bad news, baby.”
I sighed. She was right.
“Good. So, back to Rob.”
“What about Joe?” I asked, interrupting.
Claire laughed. “What about Joe?”
I laughed, too, as I told her about the text message. “So , now, he wants to do coffee and, honestly, I think I’m going to do it. Considering the fact that he’s like the anti-Rob, he could be exactly what I need.”
Claire snorted this time. “Well, I guess trying couldn’t hurt. I just don’t know if Joe is really going to butter your biscuit. He seems a little… bland.”
“I don’t know—maybe I need someone less intense. Maybe bland would be good for me,” I said, knowing that it probably wasn’t, even as I said the words.
“Maybe, maybe,” Claire said, allowing me to think that at least for a moment. “I don’t know, hon. Just don’t write Rob off yet, all right? Sleep on it. See how you feel over the next few days. If you’re still thinking about him—call him.”
“I’ll think about it,” I said, “but no promises.”
“That’s my girl!” Claire said. I knew she would have given me a huge, congratulatory hug if she were here. “It sure is about time somebody buttered your biscuit. I bet it’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had.”
I laughed, trying not to think about how right she probably was. “Good night , Claire.”
5
The cool hardness of the car pressed up against my bare skin. Rob’s mouth found my taut nipple, savoring it hungrily as he glided inside me, his hips moving in sync with my thrusts. I ran my hands up his strong chest and his tight muscles, feeling the straining tension under his skin as he pulled me in toward him by the back of my neck, gently. His warm mouth opened against mine, the long and sensual kiss making me moan as my wetness allowed him to speed up, pleasure spreading through my body.
“Just like that, Stephanie,” Rob whispered. “Just like that. Fucking you feels so good. There’s only you.”
The cool breeze teased our bodies as he hoisted me onto the hood of the car, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. His hands curled around my buttocks , as my soaked breasts bounced , his lithe body grounding into mine. He laid me across the hood and pulled out, making me ache for him and gasp when he reentered seconds later—bigger and stiffer than before, my body charged with arousal as I begged, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
He towered over me, his ripped body engulfing mine. “You belong to me.” The pulses of pleasure shooting through my body became waves as I felt him throb. My breathing intensified, and I raised my hips to him, opening
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