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Thursday, June 20, 2013
After five years of living abroad, Rachel has returned to Chicago. As a welcome-home present, one of her best friends throws a ‘70s-style key party. A night of mingling and anonymous sex with one of Petra’s hunky friends seems perfect.
Petra knows about the crush Rachel had on Ben in college, and she rigs the game so Rachel ends up with the very fine young doctor. But Petra doesn’t know the whole story. Rachel never told her friend about the scorching-hot make-out session that is now Rachel’s go-to sexual fantasy.
And neither of them could know Ben is more than looking forward to showing Rachel every carnal moment she missed when she left without finishing what they’d started that night.
The door closed with a click behind them
and suddenly she was in his arms, her hands pressed over the fine silk of his
vest and her body touching his from chest to knee. He held her tight to him,
one arm around her waist and the other buried in her hair, angling her head so
he could take her mouth in a long, deep kiss.
Her knees buckled when his tongue dove
into her mouth. Pure, electric charges crackled and snapped through every one
of her nerve endings as he groaned deeply and pulled her even closer. Her hands
slid slowly over his chest and shoulders until they were buried in his thick
“Christ, Rachel,” he whispered, pressing
his forehead to hers. “Seeing you naked the other night took my breath away,
but you in a suit is… pornographic.”
She shivered despite the temperature
rising in her body. “Ben.”
“I know.” He lifted his head. His eyes
were dark, pupils dilated wide. “It’s completely inappropriate to drag you off
and molest you when I should be sitting in on the next interview, but I
couldn’t help myself.”
“Yes, inappropriate is a good word,” she
agreed, finding it thrilling when he pulled back slightly to look her over top
to toe again anyway.
She loved the way he made her feel
delicate when he held her in his arms.
And she loved the way he was looking at
her at that moment.
When Jayne Kingston was growing up she
spent many hours daydreaming about a time when she could flee the too-small
town in Ohio where she grew up and run laughing for the sunny West Coast. Of
course she stuck around and raised her family in that small town instead, and
doesn’t regret it for a moment. Now she spends her days dreaming about the
delicious fun two people can have while falling in love.