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With her left foot propped up on the file cabinet beside the
desk so her thighs were open and her pussy spread, she continued idling her
clit with her left hand while she typed replies to emails with her right. It
was a lot easier to concentrate now that she knew she would be getting off
soon.

A message about postponing the weekly gathering of her best
girlfriends got her attention. Kristine, the hostess this time around, had a
child emergency come up. Her daughter had gotten into a fight that ended with
her nose broken and so Kristine needed to reschedule for another day. The
message had been sent half an hour ago and already had replies from the other
three attending women. Mia had suggested hosting at her place and having
Kristine catch them next time. That had gotten agreement from the others and
well-wishes for Kristine.

Naomie added her reply to the rest, sending a message first
to Kristine relaying sympathy about the fight and subsequent hospital visit.
The next email went to the other ladies to let them know she would be there
without fail. The change in location gave her an extra forty minutes to play with
since Mia lived only a few miles away rather than across town.

Before she could look over the rest of the messages in her
inbox, Mia responded. Naomie clicked the email, the message loaded and then the
email client informed her there were two more responses.

Mia’s message first.
You better be there. You have no
excuse and you know I’ll come get you.

The next reply came from Fred.
It’s not a party if Naomie
isn’t there. Don’t ever say you can’t make it or we will kidnap you.

Naomie laughed but knew the threat was half-serious. Rushing
in and yanking Naomie away from whatever thing had made her cancel their plans
was a favored pastime of the women. Once they’d taunted Dane as they carried
her away—literally picked her up, suspended between two of them and hauled her
away. Dane had been left to explain the scene to his coworkers since her
friends had taken her from a company picnic.

The last reply came from Arisa.
Of course Naomie will be
there. I’m bringing my famous cheesecake bites, otherwise known as Naomie bait.

Her friends knew her weaknesses well. Arisa’s
cheesecake—whole cake, bites, pops, whatever—were legendary. The woman was a
professional in her own bakery, which had several renowned awards, and she had
won a dessert reality show. The exposure kept her shop busy and the once-a-week
get-togethers were the only times she took a whole day for herself.

Before any other replies or threats could be sent her way,
Naomie replied to the group that she would definitely be there, no need to
panic. Maybe a little late but she would be there.

That message satisfied the masses and Naomie was able to
continue with emptying out her inbox. She’d just replied to the last message
when Jaime knocked on the office door.

Naomie dropped her foot from the file cabinet so she could
swivel the chair around and face him. She kept her thighs spread, giving Jaime
an unimpeded view of the way the seam of her cutoff shorts created a
string-thong-effect, parting and spreading her pussy lips. “All finished?”

“Pretty as a postcard.” He palmed his erection as he stared
at her display. “And as much as I would love to start the second part of our
conversation, I need a shower.”

“How considerate of you.”

“I’m a considerate type of guy.”

She pulled her legs together, stood, and then crossed the
room. Jaime backed up a few steps, clearing a path for her. The salty musk of
his sweat was strong, like an aphrodisiac to her already excited senses. But
she preferred her men covered in the sweat of lovemaking, not yard work. “This
way.”

Since their little interlude would take place in one of the
guest rooms, she led him to the hall bath. “Towels are in the side closet
behind the door.”

“Thanks.” Jaime passed her and entered the room.

Naomie couldn’t help herself. She grabbed a handful of his
ass and squeezed. Jaime startled but didn’t pull away. His muscles flexed
beneath her fingers, offering no give and making her want to squeeze harder. He
grinned over his shoulder at her. She said, “I’ve been wanting to do that all
morning.”

“Just all morning? I’ve been wanting to do you since we
met.”

“Get your shower out of the way and you will.” She released
his ass and stepped back. With a gesture over her shoulder to the room behind
her, she said, “That one. And the condoms are in a small box next to the towels.”

“Got ya.” He gave her one last look before closing the
bathroom door.

Naomie stared as though she could see through it and watch
as Jaime stripped out of his work-soiled clothes and bared that hot, hard body
to the shower water. In a few more minutes, her day would be back on track.
Sort of. Her nap wouldn’t be as long as she wanted but she could still take
one.

The guest bedroom door pressed against her back before she
realized she’d started moving toward it. Her body was moving on lust-induced
autopilot thanks to her eagerness—a word that understated the emotion raging
through her. She wanted Jaime so bad she was ready to interrupt his shower so
she could hop on him.

While the idea had appeal, Naomie refrained. One bathroom
accident and a hospital trip for both her and Dane had led to the no-shower-sex
rule. It was that scare—Dane had had a gushing head wound and a concussion
while Naomie had dislocated her shoulder—that had led to the parting kiss rule.
Naomie had genuinely thought Dane was dying and had kissed him over and over as
a way to say goodbye.

Of course he hadn’t been in any real danger they’d found out
later, but Dane had said, if anything really did happen, he wanted his last
memory of Naomie to be of her kiss. She’d felt the same and had spoken the rule
as part of her vows to him.

After eleven years of marriage, they still kissed before
leaving each other. No parting was considered too insignificant to forego the
rule. Naomie and Dane’s physical relationship still burned just that hot.

Thus she was reduced to dragging the gardener to bed as if
they were actors in some cheesy porno. The only thing even more cliché would
have been ordering a sausage pizza so she could fuck the delivery guy. Though
that scenario was on her to-do list. She just hadn’t met a delivery guy old
enough or who was her type.

But the gardener definitely fit the bill. She fumbled the
bedroom door open and backed inside while staring at the bathroom. Jaime would
exit any second. She yanked her top over her head, tossing it to side, and then
shoved her shorts and thong down her legs. She pulled one foot free and flicked
the clothes away with the other.

Continuing to walk backward, she moved to the bed. Sitting
or standing? How should she greet him?

Sitting. Naked, open and ready. No conversation or niceties
needed or requested.

Naomie sat on the edge of the bed, the very edge. If not for
her feet bracing her, she would slip off. She spread her thighs wide. Her pussy
made a wet kissing noise as her lower lips parted. The minute between taking
off her shorts and deciding to sit had given her enough time to soak herself
and make the sound possible. Now she wished she had stayed standing so Jaime
could have heard it.

She decided it wasn’t too late but the water shut off and
she froze. Anticipation made her body vibrate, fine shivers jiggling her
breasts so her nipple ring tinkled as the dangling ruby bobbed. She opened her
legs wider.

Jaime exited—naked except for the towel he used to dry his
hair and a single wrapped condom captured between his pressed lips. He stopped
his motions when he saw her. “Damn.” The condom fell to the floor.

Her pussy winked at him and her clit throbbed thanks to his
appreciative stare.

“You are so fucking hot.”

She leveled her gaze at his erection. What he lacked in
thickness he made up for in length. It was pointing at her, guiding its owner
where it wanted to go. Naomie passed her fingers over her slit. “And you look
pretty damn good yourself.”

Jaime snatched up the condom and crossed the distance between
them in three strides. He dropped to his knees and buried his face against her
pussy, rubbing his nose quickly over her clit. “So fucking hot.”

He grabbed her hips and yanked, toppling her onto the bed
and holding her against his mouth. Naomie wanted to laugh at his impatience.
She wanted to. The sound got lost in the pleased gasp that followed him
dragging his tongue over the length of her slit. He tickled the tip of his
tongue over her channel opening before moving to her clit and sucking at it.

Naomie cried out as she smoothed her fingers over and
through his damp hair, praising him, urging him, ecstatic to have a real man
stimulating her rather than a toy. Besides toys didn’t move like Jaime. They
couldn’t simulate his hot lips pressing against her hood as he drew on her
clit. Neither did toys have fingers that gripped her ass, holding her so she
couldn’t squirm free.

Jaime alternated between licking up and down and shaking his
head side to side as he sucked. Naomie pushed her pussy higher while drawing
her knees up so they rested on either side of Jaime’s chest. Jaime used the
change to go faster, rocking her as he moved his tongue up and down her pussy.

Just when she thought she would come from his tongue alone,
he pulled away. She whimpered with the need to feel him, to have the orgasm she
knew was close.

He grinned at her. “You taste as amazing as you look.”
Turning his attention back to her body, he kissed her clit and then patted it.
“So good.”

When he slipped two fingers into her channel, Naomie started
panting loud. Jaime lowered his head and resumed teasing her with his tongue.
Each time he licked, he twisted his wrist, churning her inside and making her
vocalize more. She pulled her lower body up in reverse crunches that had
Jaime’s head bobbing. He followed her movements easily, never losing contact
with her or breaking his stride.

“I’m gonna come,” Naomie said between labored breaths.
“Right there. Oh God, yes. There. There.”

Jaime gave a rumbling laugh as he continued, focusing all
his attention on bringing her to orgasm. And he didn’t have far to go. Naomie
dropped her legs, pressed her head against the bed and gripped the comforter as
her release hit. She let out a short, satisfied scream and then clenched her
teeth. The sensation didn’t end because Jaime hadn’t stopped.

Her whole body shook from her climax and still Jaime
continued, not letting up on his speed or intensity. Naomie wasn’t sure if she
wanted him to stop or keep going. This was the type of indecision she loved.
Too much pleasure was never a bad thing.

He glanced up at her, a sly glint in his eyes, as he gave
her one last lick and backed away. He kept his fingers moving, beckoning
against her sweet spot so she started panting again. “Very nice.”

She nodded with a wide smile and nibbled at her bottom lip,
eager to see what he would do next.

“Back up.” He shoved his fingers a little deeper to
emphasize his command.

Naomie sat up enough so she could pull herself along the bed
toward the headboard. Jaime followed, not breaking their contact. When she
stopped, he kept going until his mouth was on her left nipple with his tongue
flicking at the ring. She cupped the back of his head to keep him there while
rolling her hips. His erection was right there. If he moved his fingers he would
be inside her. But she’d decided to let him have his fun.

Jaime played his tongue over and around her nipple ring. He
sucked at it, holding it between his teeth as he tugged and then letting go so
he could suck it some more. “Love this thing.”

“And I love the way you love it.” She arched into his mouth
with a contented sigh.

He laid a kiss on her right nipple, passing over it quickly
before returning to her left. After a quick tug, he said, “Shame you don’t have
both pierced.”

“A woman only needs one engagement ring.”

Jaime paused and looked from the ring to her eyes and back.
“That’s your engagement ring?”

“Yup.”

“Was your nipple pierced when he got you this?”

“Nope. I did it for him.”

“That is fucking hot.” He ducked his head and teased her
nipple more.

Naomie loved foreplay like the next woman and she’d said she
would let Jaime go at his pace, but his fingers were no longer enough. She
wanted the hard, long dick poking her stomach. Planting her hands and feet, she
pressed up so she rubbed her lower lips against him.

Jaime gripped her ass with his free hand, pulling her closer
and urging her to move more. The position was a bit awkward with his hand in
the way. He must have thought the same thing because he removed his fingers so
he could bring her onto his lap. Her pussy lips enveloped his shaft and he
shifted so his length caressed her intimate flesh.

Closer but still not what she wanted. If she could get her
hips up a bit higher, their combined motions would usher his dick inside her.
The path was all slicked and ready for him.

He said around her nipple, “Lean back.”

Naomie bent her elbows and let gravity guide her down. The
nipple ring jingled as it left Jaime’s mouth. After unwrapping and slipping on
the condom, he repositioned so he was between her thighs crosswise with one of
her legs trapped beneath him. While holding her pussy lips open and gripping
her raised knee, he lowered his dick.

As she’d thought, he met no resistance. Their placement
allowed him to bury his arousal to the base in one stroke. They both breathed
out satisfied breaths in unison but didn’t savor the connection long before
Jaime started moving. Testing at first—a few thrusts to figure out how the
position would go.

Rocking worked best. Jaime hugged her thigh to his chest,
looping her ankle over his shoulder, and moved in a scooping motion. Naomie was
screaming her pleasure within a few seconds.