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“And a thong. Woman, you really know how to raise a guy’s
blood pressure. It’s like unwrapping the birthday present you’ve been waiting
for all year long.” She felt him nuzzle between her ass cheeks, prodding with
his tongue as he stroked the sensitive skin all around the minuscule strip of
silk.

Without conscious thought, Giselle bent forward, placing her
elbows on the sofa for support as she closed her eyes to concentrate on every
stroke, every breath Con lavished on her hypersensitive nerve endings. Every
atom of her being was attuned to him, to his fingers, his mouth and teeth, as
he raised the level of his sensuous attack. Soon she was squirming for more.
“Con, please.”

He nipped a mouthful of skin just to the point of pain that
drenched her pussy with moisture. “I think we have to dispense with this very
sexy wrapper so I can get to the cake…and then the icing.”

With that he slipped the thong down to her ankles. In her
sensuous haze, Giselle couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like to
someone walking into the office just then—a naked woman bent forward over the
sofa, breasts swaying freely, unruly hair flowing all around her face, with a
fully clothed, younger man behind her, ripping open a foil packet, and then—

One smooth, hard thrust and she felt Con seat himself to his
balls. Somehow it was more decadent to her, being naked while he was dressed.
As though she was someone else and Giselle was watching them. Then she realized
she was making frantic little noises in the back of her throat, the decibels
escalating as the speed of his thrusts increased.

She tried to spread her legs to allow him more access, but
with her jeans around her ankles she succeeded only in losing her balance. Her
knees buckled. “Oh, damn,” she groaned. “I feel like a mummy.”

“I’ve got you,” he gasped, staggering, yet with a firm grip
on her waist. “You feel so good, I don’t want to pull out.”

He didn’t. She managed to regain her equilibrium, and good
thing, because Con continued to thrust hard and fast and all she could do was
hang on and enjoy the ride until she exploded in a shower of sizzling
fireworks. And still he pumped, each furious thrust making her breasts bounce
and jiggle, making her juices flow more freely, bringing her higher and higher
once more.

This time when she came, all noise and growling and
scratching at the leather she was slung over, he joined her in a hoarse shout
before collapsing on top of her.

A long moment later, when she still hadn’t caught her
breath, she felt his softened cock slip out. “Don’t go anywhere,” he rasped.
“I’ll be right back.”

Soon she felt a warm cloth being stroked between her nearly
closed thighs. She managed a weak laugh. “If you’d have taken my jeans all the
way off earlier, you might be able to get all the dribbles now.”

“Don’t sweat it. There’ll be more dribbles before we’re
done.” His voice sounded muffled. She chanced a look over her shoulder and saw
him bent over trying to unlock the secret to removing her zippered boot then
gently lifting her foot to remove it and her leg from one jeans leg.

“Eureka! Now you can come around here, my lady fair, and…”

He pulled her around to the front of the sofa, her one ankle
dragging the puddle of her jeans and thong, and nudged her down so she plopped
into a soft seat cushion.

“And christen it properly.”

“Con! Won’t it stain?”

He sat very, very close beside her and drew her into an
embrace, one arm draped over her shoulder to stroke her still-hard nipple.
“Whether it does or not, every time I look at this
love
seat, I’ll
remember this. Remember us.”

Now that her sexual haze had passed its peak, she was
reminded again of the public nature of her surroundings, of her nakedness and
his clothed state. Of the fact that anyone could walk in on them. “Con, don’t
you think you should—”

He jumped to his feet like a jack-in-the-box. “You’re right.
It’s way overdue.” With that he shucked his clothes in record time and sat down
beside her, more naked than she was, down to his bare toes.

“Here’s what I think I should do.” He leaned back into the
cushions, drawing her atop him. “I think I should let you take the lead this
time.”

Sprawled over him, Giselle let out a nervous laugh. “Con,
you just—we just—”

“That’s okay, I don’t have any appointments this afternoon, do
you? We can just lie here until something pops up.”

She lifted herself onto her elbows to look into his
lake-blue eyes. The emotion in them damn near floored her. It was more than
lust. In those eyes she saw tenderness, eagerness, a hint of vulnerability…and
something more. Something she didn’t want to put a name to for fear it would
dissipate like smoke.

It made her wonder if maybe this was more than a fling. On
both their parts. If what they shared could ripen…and last.

“If you keep looking at me like that,” he said, the
huskiness in his voice like breath on sandpaper, “I won’t be responsible for my
actions.”

“Looking at you like what?” Downplaying the vulnerability
she felt at her thoughts, she injected a playful note into her voice.

“Like you want to eat me up. Like you want to fold me up and
put me in your private hiding place for safekeeping.” He lifted his head,
captured her mouth in a tender kiss. “Like you want to play with what just
popped up between us.”

Giselle blinked. His erection was already hardening between
their bodies. “Con! What are you, a super stud?”

“Nuh-uh. It’s you making me this way.” He kissed the tip of
her nose. “Can you reach over to that end table? I put something in there that
would come in mighty handy right now.”

Oh yeah, a condom. With great delicacy she slithered forward
over his torso, letting her breasts glide across his face as she reached up and
tugged open the drawer. Then chuckled. “Con, a half-dozen?”

“What can I say? The local pharmacy had a sale. Besides,
we’ll go through them in no time, if I have anything to say about it.”

Unbelievably turned-on by the thought of using them all, she
wiggled back to sit astride his thighs. “Let me do this.”

Ripping open the first packet, she positioned the condom at
his tip then slowly rolled it down his warm, hot length. Her fingers continued
downward to cup his balls. His low moan gratified her, encouraging her to tease
him more, squeezing and molding them in her palms.

Soon his hips lifted, thrusting his cock upward.

“Come here and sit on this, why don’t you?”

He wrapped his hands around her waist and tried to position
her over his cock. “I want your imprint on this leather. I want your scent
embedded in it. Embedded in me, on me, around me. I want you. All of you. In
every way.”

“Oh, Con,” she sighed, allowing him to lift and place her.
“Let me ride you.”

And she did, bucking and rocking, hungrily taking and
taking. Her breasts bounced and swayed, her hipbones ground against his, her
thighs squeezed him. She had the fleeting impression that he tried to stay
still to allow her free rein, but soon he joined her, meeting her thrust for
thrust, moan for moan, heat for exquisite heat. She threw her head back and
reveled in the sensation of flying, floating, soaring to the sun and distant
galaxies, and him free-falling with her. She gave him everything she had and he
gave her the same, emptied himself into her until she collapsed atop him,
breath coming in short pants and brain aware of nothing except his
sweat-slicked body molded to hers, his heart beating frantically against her
ear.

Finally an electronic beep penetrated the edges of her
consciousness. “Con?”

“Damn.” He threw one arm down on the pile of his clothes and
groped around until he grasped his wristwatch. “My alarm.”

He lifted it and squinted. “Damn! Time flies when you’re
having fun. I’m sorry, Giselle, but I promised Dad some face time this
evening.”

She scrambled off him, hopping on one foot when she realized
her jeans and thong still clung to one ankle. She pulled the garments up then
rummaged in the pile for her bra and blouse.

“We have this ritual. The first time the Phillies play the
Mets every season, we watch it with pizza and beer. I can’t let him down. My
mom was a rabid Mets fan, betting against our beloved Phillies, and this is one
of the ways we remember her.” Fixing his own clothes, he added, “I’m just glad
it didn’t come until after the fifteenth.”

Now totally put back together, Giselle came up to him,
stroked his cheek with a fingertip. “I understand. That’s very sweet.”

When they were both dressed, he carried the file bins out to
her truck and she opened the passenger seat for him to stow them.

“There. I’ll see you soon, okay? I just have to lock the
front door and I’ll be on my way to Dad’s. I’ll call you tomorrow when I figure
out the best software for you.”

“Thanks, Con. For…everything.” She touched him on his
biceps, unwilling to embarrass him with a public display of affection until
they talked about what had happened between them, or at least her perception of
it. For any casual passerby who knew him, it would look as if she’d been
thanking him for his professional accounting services.

He walked up the steps to the front porch while she went
around to the driver’s side and unlocked the door. As she was sliding into the
seat, she saw a young, lithe blonde in tight jogging shorts and skimpy top
scoot up the steps behind him.

“Con,” the model-thin woman said, embracing him from behind.
“I saw the lights on in your office and drove around the block to find a parking
space. I’ve been waiting for you to call me, sweetie. It’s been too long since
we got together. Wanna have some fun sometime soon?”

Giselle saw Con swing his arm behind him to give the young
beauty a half hug while his other hand was still on the key.
OMG
,
Giselle thought. She had to get away before she burst into tears. She’d just
had an epiphany about him and an obvious lover from the past—or maybe the
present—was inveigling him into a liaison. Oh lord, the jogger was much closer
to his age, more his style. They looked so good together, both tall and
athletic, her fair skin and blonde hair the epitome of California surfer-girl
looks.

Dammit, she would not jump to conclusions. She wouldn’t run
scenarios in her head about the two of them rubbing together, sweating and
screaming. She would be adult about it and wait for him to provide an
explanation.

But she didn’t sleep well that night.

Chapter Six

Con was in a terrific mood. One of his strengths as an
accountant was to cogitate on a problem until he found an answer. While the
Phillies were losing last night, his subconscious mind had worked overtime and
he woke up this morning knowing just what Giselle needed to remedy the
deficiency in her accounting procedures. He hoped she wouldn’t mind that he’d
taken the initiative to push her into something new.

He pulled into the driveway of Stonehedge Landscapes at six
in the evening, happy to see all the trucks in their bays and the laborers
stowing tools and equipment. Hopefully Giselle would soon be free to talk to
him.

When he didn’t see her in the staging area, he walked down
to the office. Giselle sat at her desk computer and the burly guy, the foreman,
was at the one set on a smaller desk against the wall. Her face brightened when
she saw him, then she seemed to rein herself in.

“What do you want?” the foreman growled, swiveling in his
chair to glare at him.

“I have some business to discuss with the president of
Stonehedge Landscapes. I’ll wait.” He gave her a warm smile. “Good afternoon,
ma’am. You’re looking especially lovely today.”

The foreman snorted. “Beware of salesmen carrying attaché
cases and speaking with forked tongues.”

“Larry! Con is a friend.”

Larry stood then looked down at Con from his couple inches
advantage. “Yeah, I guess he’s a con man, all right.”

Not intimidated, Con glared back at him. “Is he your guard
dog, Giselle?”

“That’s enough, you two.” She rose from her desk chair and
came to stand between them. “Please, Larry. Settle down. What kind of business,
Mr. Trowbridge?”

“Remember I asked you about interfacing your business
management software with your design software?”

“Oh. Yes, I remember.”

He could have sworn her face registered disappointment
before her professional façade was back. What had she been expecting, that he’d
ask her to marry him with that grizzly bear in the room?

“If you’ll permit me…” Con swung his attaché case to an
empty corner of her desk and opened it. “I downloaded that connecting software
we discussed on a one-week trial. I also browsed through the online version of
the software programs you told me you used, so I’ve familiarized myself with
them. If you have a half hour or so to spare, I can show you how it works, and
if you agree, I have all the bells and whistles to connect my laptop to your
computer and start it running.”

“What kind of snake oil is he selling, ’Zelle? Does he think
he can just waltz in here and run your business?”

Con straightened his spine, squared his shoulders and puffed
out his chest. He’d never be as strong as this galoot, but he could stand his
ground, dammit. “Mrs. Sheridan requested my professional assistance as a CPA
and I am providing it. I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that you had the final say in
how she runs her business.”

Giselle turned to the foreman. “Larry, please. If you can’t
be civil, I’ll have to ask you to call it a day and finish inputting your specs
tomorrow. We’re all hot and tired and cranky. Why don’t you log out and go
home?”

“How much is it going to cost, I want to know? Fancy
software can run thousands of dollars.”

“Larry.” She sounded exasperated. “This is just a trial.
Once I see how it works, I’ll decide whether I need it and whether I can afford
it.”