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  It got harder against his thigh. She stood transfixed as he grasped it a second time and pumped it. Farrin wet her lips with her tongue and wondered what he’d taste like, how he’d smell. Would he’d warn her before coming down her throat?

  She spun on her heel and leaned across the kitchen sink, pretending to open the window. The position left her resting over the counter, her butt high in the air. She wanted him to move behind her and fondle her a bit before tearing down her pants and pushing his cock inside her. That was when she started sucking on the dildo, letting her own finger penetrate her wet pussy. After a while, he’d drop behind her and lick her from pussy to anus, just before he sunk his cock deep in her ass.

  She welcomed the sting she knew would turn to need and pushed the dildo in her pussy. Farrin used one hand to push and pull the toy within her walls while sucking on her index finger. Rolling on her side, she slipped her finger in her own anus.

  She came immediately, her eyes closed, the image of Van straddling her, making her come. That was how she’d fallen asleep last night and woke this morning, the murky image still on her mind.

  In the shower, she’d used a soft wash cloth to relieve her sexual tension, figuring her mind would clear. It didn’t help. Suddenly, she was hot for Van Hildrith. He was a total stranger who she’d watch fuck her boss, Lyle. That was another image she couldn’t get out of her mind.

  She pictured herself as the teacher with Van and Lyle as her naughty boys, needing her hand to their asses to teach them a lesson. As their nurse, she would tend to the two men as only a concerned nurse could. That was when the third image crossed her mind. They’d start out with each man adoring her body, fucking her until she’d come. Then she’d let Lyle fuck her, and Van would fuck Lyle at the same time. With each push into Lyle’s butt, he’d push deeper inside her. In a strange way, she’d still be getting fucked by Van. Never in her life had she thought this way. Moving to Florida had triggered something long buried inside her.

  It was a muddle inside her, but she had to pull it together for work’s sake.

  She was anxious. Not about the design, but about being close to Van Hildrith. She knew he could make or break her career. If she didn’t impress him, she might as well move to another city or state. After yesterday’s performance, her mind was working overtime in a different direction. Sex. After watching the two men fuck, she couldn’t get Van’s cock out of her mind. He was long and thick. Each time he withdrew from Lyle, she’d licked her lips. This was not the time for fantasy. It was time to impress the man who would make or break her new career.

  He entered quietly, surveying the newly furnished home around him. He nodded a hello, and she gave him a smile, letting him wander to see her work. Usually, she would walk the staged rooms with the owner or builder and explain her ideas. Tonight, she let him wander. Just when her nerves started to frazzle, he returned to the kitchen where she waited, leaning against a counter.

  “Well, did I pass your inspection?” She was usually blunt, usually when she shouldn’t be. Her ex always told her she had no finesse. She preferred to bypass the bullshit and get the work done.

  “Actually, yes. I am impressed. Your vision with the living room was dead on, and the crystal does shimmer in that dead corner.” He gave her an appraising look, top to bottom. She wanted to fidget to tuck in her shirt and smooth back her hair but held still.

  “Anything you’d like changed?” Her voice cracked when she spoke, and she felt a heat chase up her neck and cheeks.

  “Only the light bulbs in the second bath upstairs. Two blew out when I hit the switch.”

  “No problem, I have spares in my truck.” She hesitated but asked, “Do you think it’s an electrical short or just bad bulbs? They were all replaced this morning.”

  “Let’s hope it’s a bad batch of bulbs, but I’ll send the electrician back first thing tomorrow morning to test the circuit. If it needs to be fixed, he can get it done before the open house.”

  “All right, that sounds like a plan.” Silence, dead silence ran between them. She openly stared at him. He was a handsome man. In his mid forties, in good shape, with just a hint of grey at his temples. His green eyes watched her just as closely. ‘Trouble’ was the one word that kept running through her mind.’ ‘Cock’ was the second.

  “Well, if we’re done here, I’m heading home.” She went to the front entrance where she’d dropped her purse and computer. “Are you staying?” she asked, her hand reaching for the light switches.

  “No, go ahead and shut down the house.” She waited until he passed her and shut off the remaining indoor lights. Van waiting outside the front door made her anxious, and she had trouble getting the key in the lock. It didn’t help that she could see Van holding back a smirk on his lips at her embarrassment.

  “See ya,” she managed and all but bolted to her truck. She noted Van waited until she started her engine and was ready to leave before he drove away.

  Strange, very strange, she thought to herself. Now there’s a man who could make me melt inside. Hell, she was hot and bothered now, just spending a few minutes with him. At home, she showered and tried to watch television, but nothing held her interest. With a sigh of disgust, she reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her dependable vibrator. It seemed she was doomed to a second night of self satisfaction.

  Farrin turned the television to a music station, one with a sultry, Latin beat, and began sucking the plastic phallus. Her left hand dropped to her pussy and rubbed it in small circles. With her eyes closed, she imagined it was Van Hildrith’s cock she sucked. She imagined he’d be long and thick, pulsing between her lips. When the toy was slick, she slipped it between her pussy lips, pushing in and pulling out in rhythm to the music. She had a small orgasm but wasn’t satisfied. With a groan, she pulled the toy from inside her and tossed it beside her on the bed. “Damn,” she said aloud, “there’s no replacing the real thing.” With a sigh, she punched at her pillows and snuggled down, letting her mind wander to what he might actually be like as a lover.

  Farrin knew it could be detrimental to her career if she made a play for Van, and right now, she needed to become established.

  Chapter Five

  The open house for the realtors had been a success. Arriving late in the afternoon, Van and Lyle sipped cold beers at the kitchen counter.

  “Hi, how did it go?” she asked in general, helping herself to a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “Great from my perspective,” Van told her.

  “You are the queen of design,” Lyle teased her.

  “Thank you, kind sir. Now really, what was the general consensus?”

  “The staging did its job. I don’t think it will take long to sell. Although most of the realtors felt setting up the downstairs as a pool room would show better.” Van leaned back against the sink counter and watched her and Lyle openly. After several tense seconds, Lyle started to laugh.

  “You were right, Farrin. We should have put in a pool table instead of the ping pong table.”

  “But it was so much easier to move.” She didn’t hold back the laugh filtering through her lips.

  “My error. I’ll have the crew bring one tomorrow morning. Can you be here to oversee the installation?”

  “Of course, but not until after eight.”

  “Not a problem. By the time they load the truck and get it here, eight will be fine.” Lyle gave the kitchen one last glance and stood tall. “I’m out of here. Nina is waiting for me.”

  “And we wouldn’t want to keep Nina waiting,” Van teased Lyle.

  “Hey, think what you want. At least I’ll get laid tonight.” He gave them both a self-satisfied smile and headed toward the front door. “See ya,” he hollered back, almost as an afterthought.

  “I’m done here, too. Come on, I’ll walk you out. I’ll lock up the back doors. Will you check the sliders out to the patio?”

  “Sure,” she managed, suddenly nervous about being alone with Van. She head
ed down to the lower level, shut down lights, and checked the sliding doors.

  He could be trouble, she told herself again. But it had been a long time since she’d gotten into trouble. Upstairs, Van waited for her to return, locking up the house when they were both outside. He walked beside her to her vehicle.

  “You did a good job, Farrin. I’m impressed.”

  “Thank you, Van. I appreciate the compliment.”

  “Then here’s another.” She waited while he scanned her from head to toe and added, “I don’t do commitments, but if you’re interested, I wouldn’t mind spending…quality time with you if you’re in the mood.”

  Farrin was dumbfounded and speechless at first. “Well, why not just put it out there and see my reaction.”

  “I’m too old to play games. I’m interested. If you are, we can explore the attraction. As long as you accept you’ll never be permanent.”

  “And what affect would being in a sexual relationship with you have on my work future?” She let her leather purse slide to the ground beside her, dropping to sit on the back bumper of her truck. “I admit you’re a handsome guy, a bit too self assured and arrogant, but I suppose you’ve earned that. And I’ll admit you make me think about things I haven’t in a long time, but career wise…?”

  “Work and play are two different areas. I don’t mix them. We can enjoy a physical relationship for as long as it lasts, as long as you know it won’t be permanent. As for work, I can keep them separate in my mind.”

  “As long as I remember you hold all the cards, so to speak.” He nodded in agreement. “Does that mean in bed and out or just with work?” She didn’t hold back her smile.

  “I’ve always been the alpha male, and I like the position. I won’t relinquish it. Can you accept that?”

  “I suppose I’ll have to think about that.”

  “You do that, and let me know.” Van stared at her a moment longer and leaned down, brushing his lips lightly across hers. Farrin stood and leaned up on her toes to reach him, her arm snaking around his neck. She kissed him full out, taking his mouth on a sensory ride of licks and tastes. She felt Van’s arm skim around her waist, tugging her closer to his body, holding her against his erection.

  “I was right. You are long and thick.” She pulled back to watch his face in the dimming light.

  “At least we both know you were thinking about me.”

  He let go of his grip and steadied her until she was stable on her feet.

  “You’ll let me know if you’re interested.”

  “Wait, I have one question. You know all about my history and Lyle told me about his two divorces before he hit thirty during our first phone call. I don’t know anything about you.”

  He shifted his weight from one hip to the other. “You mean Lyle hasn’t given you all the facts?”

  “No, and I didn’t ask him. I’m asking you.”

  “My story is similar to Lyle’s. Divorced by the time I hit thirty. The marriage was great for the first two years, and my ex-wife lasted two years more, waiting for my father to die. She realized I could sell the farmland finally, and she’d get her cut. I didn’t have the cash to buy her out at the time, so I had no choice but to sell it. That’s when I moved down to Miami and started the construction company. After that, I decided marriage wasn’t for me. I am very up front with any woman I date or bed, Farrin. I won’t marry again. One hard lesson was enough.”

  “You already know my history. I divorced when my stepsister got pregnant by my husband.” She drew a breath and added, “Now I feel like I got a reprieve. What hurt the most was my mother taking their side, telling me if I’d been a better wife and not so career minded, I might have kept my husband happy and he wouldn’t have gone elsewhere.”

  “What a bitch,” he said openly.

  “Just another reason to move away and start over. Besides, not running into them constantly, I don’t consider their opinions and feelings any longer. I take care of myself now. I won’t make the mistake of leaning on a man to make me happy. I find I’m much more rational these days.”

  “Emotions don’t help make rational decisions on any level.”

  Farrin had no verbal answer for him, rather shook her head in acknowledgement. As the night before, he waited until she started her truck before he drove away.

  “Well, can two people fuck without emotions?” she asked herself aloud on the drive home. “He might be worth the try.”

  * * * *

  The next morning, she found herself dressing in a tank top and tan chinos with sandals. Usually, she would slip a shirt over the tank so her nipples wouldn’t show through, today she skipped it.

  By nine thirty, the moving men were gone, the pool table installed. She was lining up the balls on the table and set out two cues in an X across the other end of the table when she looked up and saw Van watching her.

  “I don’t think it overpowers the space, do you?”

  “No, it gives the area a more finished look.”

  “Good, then we’re done here. Unless you have any other ideas?” She held his gaze with a straight face while watching him. His smile came lazily to his lips.

  “I can think of one thing,” he started and moved to the side of the table. Taking one of the cues, he stood it in the corner. The second, he used to line up a break shot. It was a direct hit, and all the balls scattered on the green felt surface. Several hit the pockets and disappeared. “Do you play?” He continued to play until he missed a bank shot.

  “Not very well.” Farrin walked to the corner and took the second cue. She went back and scanned the table top, choosing her shot. It missed the pocket and knocked one of his striped balls closer to the corner. “Well, at least I lined up a shot for you.”

  “In more ways than you’d think.” He winked at her and took two more shots, the second missing it’s mark.

  Walking around the table, she eyed her next shot and leaned over the table side, stretching to make the hit. As she drew back her arm, Van stepped behind her. His hand on the stick stalled her. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a questioning look.

  Farrin allowed Van to snug up behind her in an attempt to show her a better shot. Hell, who cared about pushing balls into pockets? With his crotch blatantly rubbing against her ass, she had no concentration. His arm came around and moved the cue slightly. His other came around her waist, pulling her tighter against his erection. Even through their clothing, she could feel his hard cock. She didn’t resist the urge to wiggle against him.

  “The table is an interesting height,” Van mused.

  “Somehow, I think you knew that before today.”

  “So did you, but you still laid yourself over the edge. Was that an invitation?”

  Farrin let the stick drop to the table top and slowly turned in his arms. Van’s lips were warm and soft, but his kiss was demonstrative. The longer they kissed, the more she found herself writhing against him. Breathless, she pulled from the kiss.

  “Just between us, nobody else will know? Not even Lyle?”

  “I prefer to keep business and pleasure separate. And I don’t tell Lyle everything.”

  “You are a man of few words,” she teased, snaking her hand between their bodies to stroke his cock. “Just because I want you doesn’t mean it’s right. I’m trying to build a future here.” With a resigned sigh, she turned away, using the table to brace her weight.

  “Just because you want to work doesn’t mean you can’t play.” His arms came around her a second time. His left hand captured her breast and squeezed lightly. His right dropped down and rubbed her cloth-covered clit.

  Farrin closed her eyes and let him continue, wanting the warmth and sparks his touch created. Soon her hips were rotating against his erection. With each hitch of her butt against him, she could feel him pushing forward.

  “This has nothing to do with business, just lust.”

  “Good, I like lust,” he whispered against her ear, his breath moving loose tendrils of hai
r against her neck. The shiver that ran through her radiated to him. “You’re hot, Farrin. I can feel the heat pouring from your crotch.”

  “Yes,” she managed and used her hands to cover his. She put more pressure on his left, showing him the level of pressure she wanted on her breast. Covering his right, she held him in place, jutting her hips against them, until she found the exact spot that brought her to climax. Breathless, she lightened her touch on him and let her head drop back against his shoulder. “Damn.”

  He continued to lightly stroke her pussy and rubbed her hard nipple between his fingers. “Feel better?” he asked. She spun in his arms, ready to fight, and saw the smile on his lips. At that very moment, Farrin gave herself over to Van and the feelings he created within her. She wanted this, there was no reason to deny it.

  Chapter Six

  “Do you have a condom?” she asked, pumping her hand against him. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and retrieved one from the leather pouch, tossing it on the table top. He held the condom up for her inspection.

  Farrin knew this was probably a mistake, but after watching him with Lyle in the office, she was horny and intrigued. Her fingers shook as she lowered his zipper, her hand finding warm skin instead of underwear. A rush of heat ran from her nipples to her pussy, and she dropped to her knees before him. His cock was long and thick, hot and pulsing in her hand. Her lips licked at his tip and then encompassed him to the crown.

  Who was she kidding, being demure was long gone. She wasn’t a shy virgin. She wanted to suck him, and she wanted him to fuck her. Farrin sucked his cock deeper and deeper on each pass, fondling his testicles. Soon both her hands were stroking and learning about him. When she had him fully engulfed, Farrin let out a sigh. For the first time, she was enamored with a cock.

  In the past, it was what she had to do to get her husband to fuck her. Today, she wanted to be on her knees swallowing Van. And that was when it struck her. She liked to suck his cock, as long as it wasn’t expected. When it was her decision, she enjoyed the process.