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“I think this is the start of something good.”

Bliss lifted her sweaty head from the pillow and shot Jaz a quizzical look. “No, no. You client. Me ad agency slave. This was a fling. Nothing more to it than that.”

He laughed and rubbed her belly. She couldn’t help arching a little under his caress. “You sure, Bliss?”

He rolled her over, facing him, and took her in his arms. Bliss was eating this up, even though she knew it wasn’t going to last. “God, that name fits you,” he said. He smoothed her hair back away from her face and blew a cooling breath onto her damp temples. “That’s just what sex with you feels like. So when am I going to see you again? I know I agreed to just this once, but I changed my mind. You changed my mind.”

She shrugged as best she could that close to his chest. “In New York, I guess. I tend to hole up in the office. The air conditioning in my sublet is geriatric.”

He kissed her in the middle of her forehead. “Forget the office. Come out to my beach house. You can catch the train from where you are and have sand between your toes in less than an hour. I have a house on Pine Island, in Breezy Bay. Great place. No cars allowed in the summer months, just bicycles and little red wagons to drag your groceries home.”

“Pine Island? My boss has a house there. But I think she said it was near the Summer Club.”

Jaz pulled back a little to look down at her. “Small world. That’s about half a mile from my house. What’s her name again?”

“Viola Lentone.”

“Right. Dora told me. I don’t think I know her.”

“But her married name was different—actually, she’s had more than one married name. She’s been divorced three or four times. I think she got the beach house from husband number two.”

“Describe her.”

Bliss’s reply was somewhat muffled by his chest, because Jaz was holding her close again. He was a very affectionate guy but sometimes he made it difficult to talk. “Tall. Elegant. Shoulder-length silver hair with dramatic black eyebrows. And she always wears huge silver hoop earrings.”

“Hmm. Sounds familiar,” Jaz said slowly. “Well, maybe I do know her. I’m pretty sure I ran into someone like that at a couple of deck parties last year. There’s only about fifty houses in the Summer Club and Breezy Bay combined. Eventually you meet everybody.”

Bliss’s heart sank. That was one really good reason to end this fling right now, right here. She wanted to keep her job. Banging a major client wasn’t the way to do it, no matter how much fun sex with him was. She wasn’t going to take a chance on running into Vi if she took Jaz up on his offer.

“Anyway, you should come out. No law against having fun, is there?”

Bliss struggled out of his arms and sat up, fluffing her hair. “Maybe.” She turned to look at Jaz in all his brawny glory. His green eyes were sleepy-sexy and he reached out a hand to hold hers. “I guess I would if I was sure Vi wasn’t going to be there.”

She thought again of her cramped sublet and the long summer ahead, and wondered why she didn’t just say yes. She wasn’t that afraid of Vi’s temper.

Okay, she was.

And this guy is too good to be true, she told herself. Once he sees my crummy apartment and how hard I have to scratch just to get by, he’ll bow out.

“Bliss, she won’t fire you. The HT account is worth millions to your agency.”

“That’s precisely my point.” Bliss rolled away, dragging the tangled top sheet with her, and draping herself in it as she stood up. “Besides, you haven’t actually said in so many words that Lentone Fitch & Garibaldi actually has the account.”

“You know I want to go with you guys,” he said indignantly. “Rolling around in bed with you has nothing to do with my decision. I made up my mind long before I got your clothes off. So did Alf. He buttonholed me while you were taking the factory tour. He likes you a lot.”

Bliss nodded, not sure if she should tell him that maybe the outgoing CEO liked her a little too much.

“You picked up the details of our operation in record time and I thought your marketing ideas were amazing—” He broke off and scowled at her. “Goddamn it, do we have to talk shop?”

“Yes.” She found two corners of the sheet and tied it in a knot over her breasts.

He braced himself on his elbows and stayed on the bed, looking at her longingly. “Do you seriously think we’re going to be satisfied with having sex just once?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Good. Now we’re getting somewhere. Because that was probably the best sex I ever had.”

Bliss held up a hand. “This is not a negotiation. We will now resume our normal business relationship.”

He stared at her doubtfully. “You have got to be kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Jaz swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, walking over to her. “Don’t make me spout a lot of bad dialogue, Bliss. I don’t want this to end. I really like you. Come out to my beach house and play. I really, really like you. I could even fall in—”

“Don’t go there.” Her steely look stopped him in his tracks.

“Okay, okay. I give up.”

She watched him warily, hanging on to her security sheet. No way would a man like Jaz Claybourn, hard-driving CEO and bedroom bounty hunter, give up that easily. Bliss took a deep breath, waiting to hear what he would say next. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he looked as confused as she felt.

He went into the bathroom, washed up, and came out with a low-slung towel tied around his hips. “Seen my pants? I gotta get going.”

She wasn’t going to ask where.

Bliss pointed to where he had dropped them on the floor and swept past him into the bathroom, slamming the door on the trailing sheet. She swore and undid the knot, letting the sheet fall off and standing on it. She pulled out the water knob and adjusted the temperature, then yanked up on the knob that switched the flow to the showerhead. She stepped under the pounding spray, but not before she heard him check in with Dora on his cell phone and laugh in an intimate way.

Mm-hm. Suspicions confirmed. Dora saw him nearly every day and there had to be something going on. But Bliss couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t totally, officially taken.

She soaped up, rinsed off, and got out, wrapping herself in a big towel. Jaz opened the door without knocking and stuck his head in, grinning like a wolf. “Okay. Dora’s going to chuck Alf under the chin tomorrow morning and make excuses for me. He worships her, says a blonde gives the place class.”

She waited for him to contradict that. Say something postcoital and flattering. Brunettes are much sexier. He didn’t.

“He’ll believe whatever she tells him,” Jaz went on, oblivious to Bliss’s irritation. “I’m taking a four-day weekend starting tomorrow, which is Thursday, and you’re coming out to Pine Island as soon as you can.”

“No.”

He didn’t even pretend to hear her. “You get to fly back to New York first, of course. Tell Vi you nailed me to the wall.”

“I would phrase it differently, but go on.”

“You have the account. She’s sure to give you Friday off. The ferry runs every hour from Havertown on Fridays. Very convenient. Like I said, you can take the train from Manhattan. Transfer at Glenwick for the Havertown train, and take a taxi to the ferry dock. Easy as pie.”

“I hate you.”

He rested his head on his muscular arm and looked down at her. “I don’t think so. You’re just nervous.”

“You make me nervous.” Looking at him naked from the waist up was dissolving her brains again. And her resolve. He seemed to be on the verge of a smile. A very contagious smile. Bliss felt the corner of her mouth twitch.

“We’re going to have a great time, Bliss.” He put a finger under her chin and tipped her face to his for a long, lovely kiss.

On the general principle of making him wait for it some more, two weeks went by before Bliss headed out to Pine Island. Two weeks of tossing and turning in an empty bed. Two weeks of fantasizing about Jaz. Two weeks of not caring if she did lose her job—because she could get unemployment and another job, but that wasn’t going to happen because Vi was jubilant about getting the HT account. She bought a half page in AdWeek to gloat publicly and promoted Bliss on the spot, even throwing in a tiny raise.

But Bliss still hadn’t found the courage to tell Vi that she was seeing the CEO of Hot Treats. She’d worn sunglasses and a big scarf on the ferry out, just in case. Halfway across the immense bay, Pine Island came into view, stretching east and west for more than forty miles. Bliss had realized how big the island was and relaxed a little.

Jaz had arrived on the island only a couple of hours before, she found out when she called him from the ferry on her cell. He met her at the dock, looking built in ragged shorts and a faded T-shirt.

His house was nestled among low, wind-sculpted pines and she felt safe enough from discovery there. She’d mostly forgotten about Vi when he’d suggested going to the beach, taking what seemed to be a roundabout way to get there.

“Want to see where your boss lives?” Jaz pointed to the house.

“No fair. You didn’t tell me it was on this path.”

Jaz shrugged. “It’s the shortest way to the beach.”

Bliss almost expected to see flashes of lightning around stone battlements and flocks of malevolent bats hovering above the Beach House of Doom. But the structure was plain enough: gray-sided trapezoids thrusting skyward, pierced by angular windows, one of which displayed, in an ironic way, a faded prom dress in aqua chiffon with a matching satin sash.

Maybe the dress had once belonged to Violet, who now hung it in her beach house window as a warning to former classmates who had failed to recognize her genius. Maybe there was a bucket of blood suspended above it for those who failed to recognize Violet’s genius now. Bliss walked a little faster, dragging Jaz by the hand.

“What’s the hurry?” He stopped to get a better grip on their beach chairs and leaned them against Violet’s split-rail fence. “Don’t you want to stop in and say hello?”

“No.”

“Why not?”” Jaz looked up at the house and listened. “Someone’s there. Hey, Vi!”

Bliss just gaped at the sight of her boss sliding open a glass door and stepping outside. There was a tall, cool drink in her hand. Bliss prayed that it contained gin. A lot of gin.

“Bliss! What are you doing here?” Vi poked a finger into her glass and retrieved a maraschino cherry by the stem, popping it between her lips and munching it thoughtfully. “Care for a Shirley Temple?”

“Uh—no thanks.” Bliss very much doubted that her boss was drinking a non-alcoholic beverage. “I came out with Jaz.”

“Hello, Jaz!” Vi said, a little too brightly. She squinted at him. “You look familiar.” She turned her head in Bliss’s direction. “Enlighten me.”

“I’m Jaz Claybourn,” he answered before Bliss could reply. “I’m your new client—the CEO of Hot Treats. Pleasure to meet you. But I think we’ve met before, at the Buchanans’ deck party last summer.”

“Of course. Now I remember. You were thinking of taking the helm of the company back then. And I saw your picture in the HT press kit. Bliss, you naughty girl, I believe that’s a conflict of interest.” She downed her drink and licked her lips. “Gin and cherries. Disgusting but tasty. Want one?”

“We’re good, Vi. Thanks. We were just heading home.” Bliss patted the beach towel slung over her arm, trying to send a telepathic message that home was where the towel racks were. She didn’t think her boss would notice that they had been heading in the opposite direction, to the beach. She really didn’t want Vi to join them.

Her boss was well past decoding messages, however. Viemitted a ladylike burp. “Jaz, didn’t your father build a lot of the Summer Club houses back in the day? And didn’t you help him?”

“Yes, I did,” Jaz said, with a low laugh.

Bliss looked at him with astonishment. He looked as strong as a house carpenter with those broad shoulders and mighty arms, but it had never occurred to her that he could actually accomplish something as down-to-earth and practical as building a house. She tended to think of white-collar executive types as having been born that way: able to decipher complex spreadsheets and forecast the vagaries of the stock market, but not actually able to do anything.

Hmm. She was impressed.

“Rocco knew your father,” Vi mused. “Your late father, I mean.”

“I sure did,” a deep voice intoned. “Will Claybourn was my best buddy.” A very tall man who had to be well over sixty stepped through the open glass door to stand next to Vi. He had a lion’s mane of silver hair streaked with black and soulful dark eyes. Bliss noticed the splotches of paint on his faded denim shirt and jeans, and took him for a house painter. “Hello, Jaz.”

Vi set down her drink and took him by the arm. “Bliss, I don’t think you’ve ever met Rocco Camp. My soul mate.”

The older man picked up Vi’s hand and kissed her fingertips one by one. “Cara mia.”

Bliss’s eyes widened and her toes curled in her flip-flops. In her seven years at Lentone Fitch & Garibaldi, she had never heard Viola mention having a lover, let alone a lover who was a house painter. Vi had said only that she would never marry again, and Bliss assumed that it was a sensitive subject. But Rocco Camp was a stud for his age, a towering, well-built guy with a devil-may-care smile.

The older couple moved to the impromptu bar set up on the deck, and Rocco replenished Vi’s drink, adding six maraschino cherries and feeding her the seventh. Vi giggled. They whispered sweet nothings to each other, evidently forgetting that Jaz and Bliss were still there.

“He’s an artist,” Jaz whispered out of the side of his mouth. “His paintings sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars. But he’s as eccentric as hell and it’s only getting worse. He and my dad used to ride around Pine Island on bicycles, serenading women at night and raising hell, before my dad met my mom.”

“Oh.” Bliss watched Rocco kiss the fingertips of Vi’s other hand.

“Rocco never married. But I think he slept with every woman on Pine Island once upon a time. I didn’t know he hooked up with Vi. She was flying solo last year.”

Bliss heard her boss sigh with pleasure and decided to get going. She called out a good-bye and caught Jaz by the hand, giving him a second or two to pick up their beach chairs.

Vi hadn’t seemed surprised or angry at all to see the two of them. Of course, the older woman prided herself on working long hours, so Vi might be feeling a tad guilty herself about being out here. But Bliss kept her voice low even when they were well out of earshot. “I hope we didn’t come out on the same ferry. That’s why I had on my disguise.”

Jaz chuckled. “I almost didn’t recognize you at first.”

“Jaz, I looked but I didn’t see her. There were a lot of people, though.”

Jaz shook his head. “Rocco has his own boat. He probably picked her up at the Havertown dock. Can’t miss it that tub—it’s painted purple.”

“Oh. I guess that’s it. But I would have noticed a purple boat.”

“People do. I told you, he’s eccentric. It’s just a big old motorboat, but he’d hire bare-breasted galley slaves to row it if he could.”

Bliss nodded, bemused to find out that her boss considered someone like that her soul mate. Maybe Vi wouldn’t disapprove of Bliss seeing Jaz once they were all back in the city. But maybe she would. There might be hell to pay on Monday morning. Vi was not exactly predictable.

Bliss walked hand in hand with Jaz, her nervousness eased by the warm pressure of his hand. She was still eager to get to the beach, and not just to avoid Vi. She had gotten only a glimpse of it from his deck after he’d given her a fast tour of his house. It was built in a clean-lined open plan with distinctive woodwork—she realized now that he must have directed the custom-building process. Then she’d changed into her bikini and he’d changed into his trunks, and off they went.

She could hear the waves crashing softly as they came to the high stairs built over the top of the first dunes, well back from the water. The dunes were topped with spiky beach grass that waved in the shore breeze and pink-flowered vines that twined through it.

Bliss took the stairs two at a time. The ocean stretched to an infinite horizon, shimmering in the pale aqua light of early evening. The crests of the waves were bright white, curling neatly under as each rolled in, collapsed upon itself, and spread outward into ankle-deep foam.

She ran down the steps on the other side, heedless with joy, straight to the water. She kicked up the foam as she galloped into it, chasing its receding edge and jumping in again, getting wet all over.

Jaz laughed and she turned to see him drop the folded chairs and run too.

“No lifeguard! Is it okay to go in?” she called.

“I’ll save you!” he called back. He bounded through the wet sand and into the water, scooping her up in his arms. He licked the salt water off her neck. “So how do you like Pine Island?”

“So far, so good,” she murmured. Bliss twined her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss that kept on going, even when he had to let her down, sliding her over the front of his body until her feet sank in the compressed sand and swirling water.

Her bikini bottom caught on the stainless steel button on his baggy trunks. “Hang on. We’re hooked.” Jaz looked around to make sure no kids were watching, or adults, for that matter. Then he pulled on her bikini bottom and cast a lascivious glance into it, admiring the dripping curls. “Can’t wait to taste you again, Miss Bliss. Want to go back to the house and fool around?”

“Sex fiend.”

“Damn right.” But he unhooked her.

“Later, okay? We have all night.”

He nodded and slapped her wet ass, giving her a big grin. “I like the way you think. Want to swim out?”

“You go first.”

That was all it took to persuade him. He waded out to deeper water and waited for the right wave. With a powerful spring, he dived into the curl just before the wave broke over his head and came up on the other side, laughing and spitting out water. He rode the wave in, sleek and strong as a seal, and paddled over to her. “Want to try it?”

“I’m not that confident in the ocean,” she confessed.

“The water’s pretty calm. I’ll teach you.”

Bliss shook her head. “Not ready. Besides, I like watching you.”

Jaz rolled on his back and floated. “I try to put on a good show.” The water, changing color with the setting sun, gilded his skin and tightened his nipples. Bliss didn’t think she’d ever seen a man look so happy or so much in his element.

A small wave moved diagonally across the current and broke, sluicing foam across his body and face. Jaz spouted water through pursed lips, then rolled over and dived again, disappearing under the surf.

Bliss didn’t see him come up but she wasn’t worried. He was obviously an expert swimmer. But she shrieked when he got her by the knees and toppled her in, laughing and spluttering. Then he rose to his full height, dripping and magnificent, his soaked trunks clinging to his cock and balls, which were hanging in there despite the cold water. He squeezed the water out of his hair with both big hands before he reached down again and hauled her up.

“Told you I’d save you.” Step by step, he waded with her in his arms back to shore, scattering the sandpipers at the water’s edge.

“Yeah, from yourself.” Bliss kissed his gritty cheek—he must have been swimming along the bottom—and let him carry her to the dry sand. He bundled her in the huge, brightly patterned towel, and wrapped a corner of it around her hair, mopping up the rivulets that flowed down her back. He took another corner and cleaned her ears.

“I’m not six years old, you know. I can clean my own ears.”

Jaz dropped the corner of the towel and tweaked her nose. “Glad to hear it, princess.” A shiver ran over his skin and he brushed away the water and sand on his chest.

“What about you?” she asked. “There’s only one towel.”

Jaz shrugged. “I’ll live.”

Bliss rolled her eyes. “Tough guy.” She unwrapped the towel and dried him off with vigorous strokes.

“Woo hoo! Feels good. Thanks, Bliss.”

“You’re welcome.” She wrapped the towel around herself again, catching a smile from a couple about their age walking by.

Holy freaking cow, she thought. We’re a couple too. How and when that had happened, she wasn’t sure.

“Uh, what’s next?” she said.

Jaz grabbed the folded beach chairs. “Wind’s coming off the ocean. Too cold to sit out here. Let’s go back to the house and shower. I could use a nap, how about you?”

“I didn’t know you ever napped.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Um, you’re so on top of everything. So hard-driving.”

He guffawed. “Don’t feed me lines like that, please. How corporate do you think I am, Bliss?”

She didn’t know how to answer that question, so she didn’t.

He nodded toward the ocean. “Napping is one of the great Pine Island pastimes. It’s the sound of the waves—everyone sleeps better out here. Plus you don’t have to be anywhere or do anything, you can just kick back and chill however you want to.”

“I could use a little of that,” Bliss admitted.

“So let’s get started. I just want to curl around your clean, smooth body in my big bed and whisper everything I want to do to you in your ear while you fall asleep. You’ll be all hot and bothered when we both wake up.”

Did that ever sound like a plan. “Okay,” she said, impressed by his self-control.

“Then, after a breathtaking interlude of wild, crazy sex, we could check out a few parties, fill up on the cheese and crackers. I told a few friends they could use the house this week, but they didn’t replace what they ate. The larder is bare, babe.”

“And I thought you were rich,” she teased.

He thought that over while he got a better grip on the beach chairs. “Okay, if you add up my salary, stock options, and some interesting perks, I am. But I don’t have the clout to get the store by the ferry dock to change their hours and I forgot to stop in on my way to get you.”

“I get you that excited, huh?”

“As a matter of fact, yeah.” He gave her a hungry look.

“Yum. They’re closed for the night and they don’t open again until early morning. Mooch we must.”

“Got it,” she laughed. She heard a rumble from his stomach and patted him there. “But we might have to move a few things in that schedule. When do the parties begin?”

“There’s one in progress at the Ark. That’s the big group house near mine. A rental. Kind of a zoo, but a lot of nice people. Great food and lots of liquor. We can hose off and chow down right now.”

The decks on the Ark were crowded with guests attired in beach black tie, which basically meant whatever was dry, Bliss figured. Tattered shorts for both sexes, skimpy tees or bikini tops for the women, and loose tanks on the men that showed off great biceps and a lot of chest. Jaz had changed into one that made her want to run her hands over his delectable muscles and get started on the wild, crazy sex.

He introduced her to a few people but the music was too loud to really get the names and no one seemed to care. A long wooden table was laden with an array of takeout from Zabar’s, a selection of jug wines, and chilled vodka, which a guy in hospital scrubs was funneling into an enormous watermelon.

“That’s Stan. He’s a heart surgeon. We’re in good hands.”

“Good to know.”

Stan finished his task and patted the watermelon’s striped side. “Let that sit for about twenty minutes, people.”

A young woman brought out a tray of Jell-O shots, to applause. “These are good to go.” Hands reached out and the shots disappeared. She went back inside for more as Stan came over to Jaz, insisting on being introduced to Bliss. “Can I get you guys drinks? Your choice of cheap wine or discount vodka.”

“Class act,” Jaz said dryly.

“Hey, throw a party on Pine Island and the whole world shows up. Not like anyone can tell Grey Goose from Schmuckov’s after the first drink. So what’ll you have?”

Jaz eyed the table. “Vodka. Throw in some fruit juice to make it a little healthier.”

Stan nodded. “Coming up. Same for you, Bliss?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

He took only a minute to mix two tall ones, and handed them over. “Fair warning. These are mostly alcohol.”

“Isn’t that the idea?” Jaz said, laughing.

“Yup. Not like anybody has to drive home.” He slapped Jaz on the back. “Vodka does the trick. Gotta hand it to the Russians for figuring out a way to get high using fermented potato peels.”

Jaz and Bliss circulated for a while, and he pointed out some people he knew. “She’s in advertising. He works for NBC. You could network.”

Bliss leaned against him happily. “I’m not here to network. I’m here to have fun.”

“You came to the right place.”

She caught a whiff of pungent pot smoke in the air, but she couldn’t see who was smoking and she didn’t care. A club mix throbbed through the loudspeakers, and they danced to the sensual beat, drinks in hand, cheered on by guests who quickly joined them. Pressed together and swaying in each other’s arms, Jaz and Bliss made their way to the deck staircase, letting the crowd close ranks behind them.

“Ready to go?” he whispered, his arm slung around her shoulder. A little drunk, he reached down and touched one of her nipples with his fingertips.

The sensation shot right through her. “Ready,” she whispered back.

Stan came running over with a bulging plastic bag leaking red juice. “Wait! Take food home! I bought a crate of strawberries at the greenmarket and you gotta take some. Careful. They’re on the bottom and they’re dripping.” He thrust the bag at Jaz. “There’s salami and cheese and foccacia in the Tupper-ware container too.”

“Thanks, Mommy,” Jaz said.

“I want the container back, dude.”

“Sure thing.” Jaz unwound his arm from her shoulders and took the bag from Stan. “See you on the beach, pal.”

They were no longer starving by the time they finished the food in the container. Bliss found a colander and rinsed the ripe strawberries, tumbling them into a glass bowl she filled with ice.

Sitting outside on his deck, they were waiting for the moon to come up and making do with a citronella candle that smelled nice. Bliss put a huge strawberry between her lips and bit into it.

“Mm,” Jaz said. “That looks juicy. You look juicy.”

“These are really good,” she said innocently, sucking it. “And they’re huge.”

“Have another one. But just hold it in your mouth for a second.”

She did…then took it out. “Why did you want me to hold it like that?”

“Because,” he said softly, his face shadowed, “that’s what you’re going to look like with my cock in your mouth.”

That was a cue to segue to the bedroom if she ever heard one. After two shots apiece of the very good vodka he kept stashed in the freezer part of his fridge, they shared a fiery kiss…and then they went to the bedroom and got naked fast. Kneeling on the bed, Bliss got a grip on his thick shaft and pulled Jaz toward her. She parted her lips to take the throbbing head, licking it with dainty touches of her tongue.

He moaned. The tensing of his belly muscles told her that he wanted to shove his aching cock in her mouth and make her suck hard, pushing her head against his groin…but he held back.

Bliss rolled her tongue lasciviously around the head of his cock and just below it in front, lapping tenderly. She wasn’t quite naked, but her white cotton panties didn’t cover a whole lot of her either. The thong she’d been wearing the first time really turned him on and she wanted that to happen again.

She touched his taut sack with her fingertips, stroking him and squeezing very lightly. One nut up and one nut down. He was close to coming. Bliss gave his cum hole one last lick and sat back on her haunches, holding him just above his waist and looking up at him.

Aroused and massively stiff, Jaz swayed a little. His eyes glowed darkly, on fire with lust. “I can’t decide how I want you,” he said.

“On all fours,” she replied.

“You read my mind. Guess you know I want to pull those panties down for you too. But don’t take them off. Tease me.”

She moved backward on the bed, spreading her legs open. “These are the cheerleader kind. Snow white and soft.”

“Rah rah.”

Bliss tucked a fold of the white cotton into her labia, rubbing one finger over the clit he couldn’t see. He got down on the bed and got to work on her nipples, sucking them with tender skill in turn, then taking a break to watch her stimulate herself with her panties on.

“Is that what you do when you’re by yourself?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “I like to fantasize…and I like to masturbate.”

He growled and bit her neck. “What women do when men aren’t around totally turns me on.”

“You’d be amazed,” she said wryly. She reached down and clasped his cock. “But the real thing is best.”

Jaz pushed her down and got over her on all fours, spreading her legs apart and kissing her roughly, his tongue deep in her mouth while he bumped the head of his cock against the front of her white panties.

“I can feel how wet you are,” he whispered. “I think it’s time to get those panties down. Turn over.”

He scrambled up and let her get on her hands and knees, staying in back of her, breathing hard.

Bliss tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him. “Want me to pull them down?”

“Yeah. Little by little. Like you’re all alone in your apartment, thinking about your boyfriend and putting on a show for him when he isn’t even there. Getting yourself hot.”

“I’m thinking about you. I know how much you like this, Jaz.” Bliss rested her blushing face on the cool sheets and reached behind her, hands on her ass cheeks. She touched the panty elastic and rolled ’em down, revealing herself halfway.

“Perfect,” he breathed. “Your ass is so round and sexy. C’mon. Show it off.”

She used her thumbs to position the rolled panties at the crease below her buttocks, knowing that he was drinking in the sight of her bare behind. Submissively, she clasped her hand over the back of her neck.

“I don’t want to touch myself,” she murmured. “Not yet.”

Jaz came closer and rested a big, warm hand on each cheek. “You into spanking?” he asked.

Bliss smiled into her tumbled hair. “Sure,” she said. “A sexy one. Sometimes I really need it.”

“Need one now?” He stroked her butt, moving his hands in big circles over her smooth flesh. She could feel a well of moisture rising from deep inside her pussy, soaking the rolled-up panties that held her thighs together.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Jaz sucked in a breath and smacked her behind several times, making her cry out with pleasure. He was just forceful enough, hard enough to give her intense stimulation but not hard enough to leave a mark.

“Want more?” he asked. His voice was low and ragged. His cock was swinging and it bumped against her thigh, leaving an exciting hot streak of pre-cum.

“Yes. Yes, please.” He gave her what she asked for: bare-bottom discipline that brought her very close to release. A sensual spanking did it for her every time.

He soothed and stroked her ass, parting her cheeks to look at her anus, she knew. Bliss heard him open a bed table drawer, looking for the lube. She raised her hips higher, giving him a do-it wiggle, and burrowed into a pillow.

With one fingertip, he smeared cool lube around the hot hole, pressing it and sensing her readiness, and stroking her back and hips with the other hand.

“Guess you like to get finger-fucked in the ass too.”

She nodded into the pillow, pushing back against his probing finger. Thick as it was, it slipped in easily, thoroughly lubed, and Bliss moaned. He began to thrust it in and out of her asshole very gently, but going deep, making sure she knew who was boss this time around.

The anal sensation made her hungry for pussy penetration, but she didn’t want to rush it. Ass play done right was delicious, and Jaz did it better than any man she’d ever been with.

He didn’t seem to want to talk, just kept doing it. He folded back the rest of his fingers into a big fist that bumped her ass and made the thrusts slower, almost forcing her to push back and get her ass well fucked.

“Good girl,” he said. “You like to take it in the ass…I like to give it.” But Jaz pulled his finger out. “Stay there.”

Bliss obeyed. He left and she heard running water; then he came back with a washcloth, scrubbing gently between her cheeks, and wrapping the wet cloth around his fingertip for a little bonus stimulation, laughing when she wriggled. “C’mon. On all fours. I want to see what your face looks like after that.”

She rose and twisted around to look at him, her hair hopelessly tousled and her mouth a little swollen from being pressed into the pillow. She stuck out her tongue at him and he grabbed her hair, lightning fast, but it didn’t hurt. “You’re a brat. But you’re a beautiful brat.”

He let her go. Bliss arched her back and stretched like a cat. She was ready to get her pussy pounded and threw him a hopeful look. Jaz shook his head. “Not yet. Stand up.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, his legs far apart. The size of his erection and the muscularity of his thighs made it impossible to close them and his balls were too big for that. He grabbed Bliss by the hips and positioned her in front of him.

The white panties were bunched below her pussy, wet and succulent. He put two fingers between her labia and brought a taste of her juice to his mouth, then bent his head to lick her clit as lightly as she’d licked the head of his cock.

Bliss closed her eyes and tipped her hips forward, letting her hair swing over her back, enjoying the silky feel of it and the even silkier feel of his long tongue.

She wanted to get her panties lower and stand so he could really eat her out, and she slipped her hands under the elastic, hesitating for only a second.

“Get ’em down to your knees,” he ordered. “And get your legs wide apart. Keep those panties stretched, like they’re about to rip.”

He could read her mind, Bliss thought with satisfaction. She edged the panties down, stepping to keep them taut between her legs. He grabbed her ass with both hands and buried his face in her pussy, going for maximum oral action with upward thrusts of his amazing tongue.

Bliss got her hands into his black hair, holding on tight and crying out. The deep tonguing and wanton licking were putting her over the moon.

And speaking of that, the moon had risen, and the bedroom was bathed in its blue light. Jaz pulled back and looked at her, standing in front of him while he sat, running his hands all over her body and resting his head worshipfully against the crescent of her lower belly, smelling the fragrance of her skin and her sex. He got the panties the rest of the way off.

“Lie down, Bliss,” he murmured. “Right in the middle of my big bed. I never wanted a woman the way I want you. Never.”

He slid on the condom he had at the ready and they tumbled back into the sheets, rolling around wantonly. “Didn’t you want me on all fours?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Oh, yeah. I did. You make me lose my mind.”

She rolled off him and let him go, getting on her hands and knees, then resting her head on the sheets so she could use her hands to spread for him. He made a sound that was half growl and half groan, and she felt the sheathed tip of his cock pop between her swollen pussy lips.

Jaz grabbed her hips and pulled her back, making her use her hands to balance. His cock filled her to the max, pumping into her snug, juicy pussy. His heavy balls swung free in this position and touched her clit with every powerful stroke. Unh. Unh. Unh. He slammed into her, and she loved it, craved it, screamed his name…

The ultimate pleasure was not far away, and both of them felt it at the same time, crying out with animal joy.