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  My eyes widen as I giggle at his observation. “I guess I didn’t realize…”

  He leans across the table and lowers his voice, squeezing my hand. “You didn’t realize you like to yell fuck when you’re coming apart.”

  I suck my upper lip between my teeth. “No. I didn’t realize.”

  His blue eyes dance in amusement. “Then I’m quite proud of myself.”

  “You are?”

  “Yes, I had you so distracted you didn’t know what you were saying.”

  My cheeks warm as blood rushes to the surface.

  “By the way, you were confessing your undying love for me too.”

  This time my lips purse. “I think you’re exaggerating.”

  “Maybe a little.”

  We let go of one another’s hands as we lift our glasses.

  “To you,” Malcolm proposes his toast. “To us, and to avoiding nice women and men with erection issues.”

  I nearly spit out my wine as I take a sip.

  The evening is everything I’ve wanted...times a thousand. It’s almost eleven when Malcolm pays the bill.

  “My place?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “I want to, but my friend is watching Ja—” I stop before I say Jase’s name. “My son. If I get back any later, she'll never stop asking questions.”

  Malcolm reaches for my hand and our fingers intertwine. “Let me walk you to your car.”

  The night air holds a slight chill as we walk across the nearly empty parking lot. As we approach my car, his grip of my hand tightens and he leans his lips to my ear. “Did I mention how stunning you are tonight?”

  Instinctively I turn and brush my lips over his. “You're very handsome, too.”

  “That dress is lovely, but…” His words trail into the night.

  I’m now at my car, leaning against it and looking up to him. With only the tall lights of the parking lot, his features are shadowed. His protruding brow is more pronounced and his shoulders seem wider. He is handsome, incredibly so.

  My insides tighten, telling me to go with him, wanting what he can give.

  “But?” I ask.

  “For the last five days, I've imagined you the way you were, on your knees, fully exposed…” He leans closer. Even in his jeans his erection is prominent. “…and I want to see you that way again.”

  “Malcolm…”

  His lips capture mine. His fingers twist my low ponytail until my head moves backward. All at once his kisses pepper my neck, my exposed skin, sending heat to my chilled flesh.

  “When…?” he asks.

  I can’t think about anything except his lips, the way they kiss and suck. His teeth, the way they nip and bite. His beard, the way it tickles and prickles.

  “When can I see you again…like that?”

  “I’ll try.” It’s all I can promise, but as I do, my hand drops to the front of his jeans. Rubbing it with all my force, I feel his erection grow beneath my touch.

  “Fuck.” Again, his growl is a whispered rumble.

  Or is it a promise?

  “Mandy, you deserve much better, but can I have a little more of your time?”

  I look around the parking lot. It’s true that it’s nearly empty, but I can’t fathom what he has in mind. “What do you want?”

  “Oh, beautiful, I want you.”

  Five minutes later, Malcolm is in my passenger seat and we are parked at the far back of a neighborhood park. There are no lights and the trees surround the parking area.

  My entire body is on alert.

  This is dangerous.

  This is stupid.

  This is something—and then it hits me...

  This is something Mandy Wells would do.

  Malcolm reaches for the button on his jeans, but before he undoes it, I lean over. “Let me.”

  Commando is how he is: nothing beneath his jeans but his giant erection. I lean forward and suck the pre-cum from the tip.

  “Beautiful Mandy, there isn’t a lot of room in here. Shimmy out of those panties and come sit on my dick.”

  I giggle as I reach under my dress for my underwear. “If that’s a pickup line, you seriously need to work on it.”

  With my panties gone, I climb from my seat to his. My hands fall to his shoulders as my knees straddle his lap.

  He reaches to the front of my dress and undoes the row of buttons. Like last time, he pushes my bra down until my beaded nipples are peering over the cups.

  I groan as he shifts and his fingers find my hole. All at once, the walls of my pussy clench around them.

  “You’re always so wet.”

  I shake my head. “No, not always. Only when I’m with you.”

  He lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance, purposely holding me away until he guides my hips and brings me down, sheathing his rod as my cum allows him to slide into place.

  “Oh!” My mouth stays in an 'O' even after the word trails away.

  So deep. In this position his cock is a thick rod, a post, staking his claim, buried inside me as I writhe and he stretches and fills me. Though I have a sense of control, it’s his hands guiding my hips, moving them in time with his.

  The friction is staggering as I ride him up and down.

  His mouth sucks my nipples, biting and marking them.

  The night’s chill disappears as perspiration coats our skin and the windows fog.

  “You’re so tight. So fucking good.” Malcolm’s praise is only stilled when his lips are on my skin. His beard abrades my sensitive skin as he sucks and nips my nipples. Despite the heat inside the car, my nipples are rock hard as he continues to move me, allowing me to ride him. All at once, he reaches for my clit. The newfound friction is cosmic as flashes of light explode behind my eyes.

  Harder and harder one hand grips my hips while the other teases my clit. His hold is so tight I wonder if I’ll have fingerprints, and then all at once we both cum, our bodies detonating together. We’re like fireworks connected to the same fuse, and the explosion is a grand finale.

  My head falls to his shoulder as I catch my breath.

  “That was fucking great,” he says.

  I nod against his neck as a smile tugs at my lips. “It was.”

  “So?” Sally says, leaning her ass against my desk.

  “What?” I ask, my attempt at an innocent stare lost on my closest friend.

  “It’s been three weeks. How many times have you seen each other?”

  I shrug. “A few.”

  Sally pushes on my shoulder. “A few. Damn, the nun has left the building.”

  “I-I...” I shift my mouse, bringing my computer screen back to life. “I think I need to break it off.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s Jase. I feel guilty. I’ve never left him this often before.”

  “Most of the time it’s after he goes to bed. He doesn’t even know that it’s me, or your parents with him. He’s never awoken, not once when I’ve been there.”

  “I know, but it’s not fair to you or Mom and Dad.”

  “Then invite the guy to your place.”

  My lips come together. “No.”

  “How long do you have to date this guy until we all get to meet him?”

  “We’re not dating. We’re just meeting.”

  “Hmm,” she says suspiciously.

  “What?”

  “Well, at least you don’t have to worry about Pep. According to Brian he’s met someone, someone who—” Her eyebrows wiggle. “—has confirmed that he can get it up.”

  I scrunch my nose. “This is too much information.”

  “I don’t mean the woman has told Brian that. It’s just that Pep is always busy with work or this chick. I’d say you missed out—ex-athlete and all—but looking at your satiated smile, I’d bet you don’t care.”

  “I don’t. I’m glad to hear Brian’s friend is functional. So is Malcolm.”

  Sally takes a staggered step away from my desk as her mouth falls open. “You’ve ne
ver told me his name before. Are you serious? Is it Malcolm?”

  My heart thuds between my spine and ribs. “What? Why is that significant?”

  “What’s his last name?”

  “Peppernick. Malcolm Peppernick.”

  “Fuck!” Sally’s hand flies to her lips. “It’s you. It’s him. You're her! Oh my God, wait until I tell Brian.”

  “What? I'm who?”

  “Malcolm Peppernick is Pep.”

  I shake my head. “No. He’s not some cocky ex-jock. He…” I realize we haven’t shared our pasts with each other. “I-I…He's never said anything about hockey.”

  “Amanda!” Cruella Deville’s voice travels from a few cubicles away.

  I reach for Sally’s hand. “Don’t tell Brian.”

  “Why?”

  I’m not sure why. I’m just not ready. “Please.” It’s the last thing I say before she dashes away in hopes of saving Dalmatian puppies.

  Malcolm reaches for my hand as we enter the restaurant. “What’s going on?”

  I take a deep breath and push down my concerns and worries. Jase is having some problems in school and I wish I could talk about it. Instead, I concentrate on the surprise Sally and I have planned for Malcolm and Brian.

  “I told you. We’re meeting some friends of mine.”

  “But you seem...distracted.”

  As I scan the bar, of course Brian and Sally are absent. “Shit. I swear, they’re always late.”

  “I hate that,” Malcolm mutters.

  My lips tip upwards. “Me too.”

  “Before I went back to school," Malcolm says, divulging a little bit of his past that he doesn't know I know, "I had a job that required being on time. You’d be surprised how many people had trouble with that.”

  We ease into a booth. “I think it’s rude.”

  Malcolm winks. “Being on time has been fortuitous in my recent past.”

  “Oh, is that so?”

  “Yes, you see, I was supposed to meet a nice woman, and instead I met—”

  “Are you saying I’m not nice?”

  “No, beautiful, I’m saying you’re the whole fucking package. Now tell me what’s bothering you.”

  How can he, after only a month, read me and my feelings so well? “I can’t.”

  “It’s about your son?”

  My chest hurts. I don’t want to keep the two most important men in my life separated, but I can’t disappoint Jase. I won’t introduce him to someone who at any moment could walk away, especially now. “Yes.”

  “How old is he?”

  “Five,” I say with an exaggerated breath.

  “Really? Is he in kindergarten?”

  Malcolm’s excitement surprises me. “Yes, but it hasn’t been an easy transition. I was hoping it would go smoother. I’m afraid I’m to blame.”

  “Why? How are you to blame?”

  “My attention has been diverted.”

  “What’s happening, specifically? I know we've agreed not to talk about our jobs, but I work with—”

  “No fucking way!” Brian’s voice supersedes our conversation.

  I break out in a laugh as Sally and Brian approach the table and Malcolm’s mouth falls open.

  “Brian? What the hell are you—” Malcolm stands and turns toward Sally. “—this is your girlfriend?” He extends his hand. “Hello, I’m Pep.” He looks my way. “It's an old nickname. Malcolm Peppernick.”

  He moves to my side of the booth. “Brian and I played hockey…” His words trail as my smile grows. “You know?” He scans the other faces. Only Brian is as confused as Malcolm appears to be.

  “We just figured it out the other day,” Sally explains.

  Malcolm points to himself. “I’m the poor sap with erection issues?”

  We all burst out laughing.

  “No, that doesn’t seem to be a problem.” I speak my response softly, hoping that only Malcolm hears, but with the fresh outbreak of laughter, I know that isn’t the case. And then it hits me. I turn toward Brian. “Hey, that means I’m nice as in uglier than shit?” My eyes open wide and lips purse to the side waiting for his response.

  “No! I didn’t say that,” he speaks fast. “I said nice. I meant nice. Come on, Amanda. You are nice.”

  “Amanda?” Malcolm says. “Of course. I didn’t fucking put it together.”

  “What?” Sally asks.

  “Mandy is short for Amanda.”

  Sally’s eyes open wide. I haven’t gone by Mandy since Jackson. The only reason I used that name at Malcolm's and my first meeting was because of what my mother had said. “Yes, it is,” she confirms.

  “Well, fuck,” Brian says with a grin. “Let’s drink on this new development.”

  Malcolm nods. “Sure, man, the drinks are on you. You’re going to owe me drinks for a long time for telling women I have issues.”

  Brian shrugs. “I didn’t say you did. I said I was concerned.”

  The entire table rings with laughter as the waitress takes our order.

  I can’t take my eyes off of Mandy. She’s gorgeous and so fucking fuckable. The way her brown waves spill over my pillow and her bruised lips lift to a sexy-as-hell smile makes me perpetually hard. Having her ride my dick in the front seat of her car was exhilarating, but that’s not the kind of woman she is.

  She’s a thousand-count Egyptian sheets, brass bed, and soft piped-in music kind of woman. She’s wine and caviar.

  Maybe wine and pizza.

  That's OK. I prefer her that way.

  Mandy is spontaneous, sexy, and responsive as hell. She's also responsible and caring. She’s all of those things wrapped in a beautiful package.

  As her eyes close, I crawl over her luscious body, covering it with mine. She doesn’t need blankets; I’ll be her blanket. My cock twitches as it grows and rubs against her cunt.

  “Malcolm, umm, didn’t we just do that?”

  “Didn’t I just fuck you until you screamed every cuss word I’ve ever heard?”

  Her cheeks rise. “I bet you’ve heard others.”

  “Nope. And I spent six years in a locker room. That is very impressive, Ms. Wells.”

  “I think you’re exaggerating…”

  Her words trail away as the tip of my hard cock teases her folds and her legs spread wide. She is right. We did just do this, but damn with her beside me, I’m hard again.

  I know there’s been some things happening with her son, but as of yet, she hasn’t trusted me with that side of her life. I understand. I’ll take what I can get. Right now Mandy's in my bed and I want to be inside her, buried to the balls in her wet, warm heaven. I want to make her forget whatever else in this world is bothering her.

  “Happy anniversary,” I whisper as I sink deep inside her.

  She stutters as her lips form that adorable 'O'. “Wh-what anniversary?”

  “We met three months ago today.”

  I bask in her smile as her back arches and she moves with my rhythm.

  During those three months we’ve stolen moments to be together whenever we could. I’ve never known a woman like Mandy—Amanda—before. I’m enthralled by her mere presence and entranced by her zeal for life.

  Her fingernails bite into my skin as I pump harder. The way her pussy hugs my dick is addicting. I tell myself we’ll only go out to dinner or only have drinks. Mandy agrees and then…

  We find ourselves connected, me inside of her—her surrounding me, her gorgeous tits in my face, and her cum covering my fingers, tongue, and cock.

  The world shakes as her entire body stiffens. I open my eyes.

  I love to watch her cum. I love the way for a moment everything else in the world disappears and she enjoys the pleasure inside her.

  I kiss her nose. “You’re amazing.”

  Mandy shakes her head. “I think that’s you.”

  Though I don’t want to, I ease out of her. “I wish you’d stay all night.”

  “My son is spending the night with my parents, but I ne
ed to be there in the morning.”

  I reach for her hand. “What happened to his dad?”

  The happiness of a moment ago is gone. I haven't pushed, but it's been three months and I want to know.

  "Malcolm..."

  "Beautiful, I'm not going anywhere."

  Her lips disappear, one by one under her teeth as she contemplates telling me her story. I pull her close, her cheek to my chest and wait. With the soft sheet over our bodies, we lay in silence for what seems like an eternity.

  “He was killed by an IED.”

  I hold her tighter, feeling her pain—her loss. I'd imagined all sorts of scenarios. None of them had included her being a widow. Then again, it made sense. I couldn’t imagine any man willingly leaving this beautiful woman, not her and not a kid. As her shoulders shudder, I kiss the top of her head. “I’m sorry. Thank you for telling me.”

  After another long pause, she speaks again. “You’re the first...the only...other than him. I know we started this sex thing fast, but I hadn’t...not in four years.”

  I run my hand over her hair, smoothing the waves and wanting her to know how much I care for her. Hell, more than care. Over the past three months, I’ve fallen in love with her. “I never thought you slept around.”

  She lifts her tear-stained cheeks. “Really? We did it in the front seat of my car on our second meeting.”

  My grin broadens. “We did and in my apartment on our first meeting. I'll never forget either time. You were fantastic. I love it when you ride my cock.”

  “You do?”

  The way she asks brings my cock back to life one more time. “I do. I love the way your tits bounce in my face and the way your knees squeeze my hips.”

  Mandy shakes her head as she pushes herself up. “You know I’m tired, right?”

  “I know you love to ride my cock as much as I love having you do it.”

  “Fuck,” she mumbles as she moves to straddle my hips.

  “No, beautiful. You’re supposed to save the cussing for when you cum.”

  “Because you’re confident enough to think you can make me do that for a third time tonight?”