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  “Fair enough. Anything else?”

  “No. As long as you’re comfortable with it, I’m comfortable with it. I mean, we’ve already set the ground rules for anything we’ll do to each other, so I think we’re good to go.”

  “Interesting choice of words, Deb.”

  “Huh?”

  Amanda ran a hand down her body. Quickly, but she’d done enough to peak her nipples through her shirt, and her hand was resting in her lap. Debra couldn’t see beneath the table from this angle, but she wouldn’t be surprised to see Amanda’s hand cupping her sex.

  “I’m good to go right now. The thought of wrapping my mouth around your husband’s cock… I’ve heard rumors that he’s hung like a horse. Are they true?’

  Oh yeah it was true. Debra smiled. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  “Damn, woman, you’re teasing me with your husband? You sure things are okay between the two of you?”

  It was a valid question; some people used this sort of thing to rekindle their marriage. She and Jack needed no rekindling. That flame was hotter than molten lava.

  “I wouldn’t be doing this unless everything was wonderful between us. It’s just a special present for him.”

  “And for you.”

  “Well, yes, of course. A happy, turned-on, getting-off Jack makes me happy.”

  “And gets you off as well.”

  Debra shrugged. “What can I say? This is a win-win for all of us.”

  Chapter 4

  “Did you have a good time with Amanda?” Jack carried the stack of gifts Debra had bought into the house. Good thing she’d paid for gift wrapping; Monster Man was right on top of the pile. If Jack only knew…

  She couldn’t wait until he did.

  “Of course. You know how much I enjoy being with her.” And how much he was going to enjoy being with her. “How about David? Were things… weird?”

  Jack set the stack down on the dining room table then unzipped his hoodie, his typical weekend attire, a big change from his weekday suits. “Weird? No. Definitely not weird. More along the lines of something we had to avoid talking about because both of us got so turned on we could’ve fucked the restaurant table, and the maitre d’ probably wouldn’t appreciate that.”

  “Turned on, huh?” She flung a sexy glance over her shoulder as she kicked off her shoes. She’d been turned on since he’d woken her that morning, and it was time for her sodden panties to come off.

  Hopefully she wouldn’t have to put on another pair to replace them. She wanted Jack to replace them—preferably with his lips and his tongue because she loved when he ate her out.

  “Turned on like you wouldn’t believe, Deb.” His eyes darkened the way they always did when he wanted her.

  “So show me.” She headed back toward their bedroom.

  Jack didn’t let her get that far.

  He tossed his jacket onto a chair, then grabbed her around the waist and scooped her up in his big, strong arms.

  “Jack! What are you doing?”

  He grinned that sexy sideways grin that was guaranteed to make her wet.

  Yep, those panties were definitely coming off.

  “Ah, Deb, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that night in Aspen?”

  She shivered at that memory. The hot tub and snow and naked skin. Champagne and strawberries. It’d been a feast for the senses.

  “But it’s still light out. The neighbors could see us.” Their hot tub was built into the floor of the huge, second-floor wraparound deck between their bedroom and the living room. They’d landscaped it for summer months, but in the winter, anyone with a telescope could see through the bare branches.

  “If someone wants to watch us that badly, I say, let them. You know what that idea does to me.”

  Yes, she did. Jack had always gotten off on the thrill as much as the physical contact. Well, prior to her he had, he claimed. Ever since her, her physical contact had been more than enough thrill for him. Still, adding thrills was fun.

  “Do you think anyone will watch?” Their deck overlooked the canyon, but so did other houses, many of them on the curving canyon rim. Someone would have to be awfully dedicated to get out their telescope and scan the decks, but Deb was sure they weren’t the only couple to enjoy making love al fresco.

  “We can pretend they are, if you want. Will that make it hotter for you?”

  “You’re more than hot enough for me. I was just thinking about you.”

  He kissed her then, long, drawn out, and passionate. A completely different kiss from an I-want-to-get-in-your-pants kiss. Oh, he’d given her plenty of those and she was on board with them because there were times when she did just want to get into his pants. But in the end, it was all about the love they had for each other.

  Like this kiss. He caressed her lips, tasted them, his tongue stroking hers, rubbing it. He wanted to soothe her, make her feel wanted. Loved. And she did. Jack was so good at loving her. He’d made her a better lover for him.

  She wanted to tell him what she had planned, give him the sense of anticipation she was feeling for Amanda’s arrival. Then again, she didn’t want to tell him because she wanted it to be a surprise. A gift he couldn’t refuse. Didn’t want to refuse. He hadn’t given her much choice—not that she’d needed it because when David had touched her, she’d been so into the moment that the only way she could’ve stopped would’ve been if Jack had asked her to.

  “I love you,” he said, nuzzling her temple. “The day you came into my life was the best day ever.”

  She’d often said the same thing. “I love you, too.”

  She tugged his head to hers, claiming his lips, wanting to show him by her kiss everything she was feeling for him. She always wanted to show him, but kissing wasn’t enough sometimes. Sometimes even making love wasn’t enough. There were times when she wanted to crawl inside his skin, inside his heart, and stay there always, cocooned in his love and the warmth of his embrace. She needed Jack like she needed air to breathe. He was her everything.

  “Make love to me.”

  “Oh, babe, I intend to.”

  He nudged open the sliding door in the living room—yes, he’d been planning this. That door was usually locked.

  The cold air hit her toes and Debra shivered.

  Jack pulled her tighter against him, his t-shirt doing nothing to shield her from the definition of his amazing chest and abs. “I’ll get you warm again.”

  “You’ll get me hot, you mean.”

  That crooked grin was back. “Yeah, that, too.”

  Six steps later, he was beside the bubbling hot tub.

  “You turned it on.”

  He arched an eyebrow, another sexy look designed by the gods to turn her to mush. “Seemed only fair since I was.”

  “Ha ha.” She tugged on the hair that was brushing his collar. He needed to get it cut. Oh, not that she thought so. She loved running her fingers through his thick hair that started to curl when it got this long, but his firm’s partners weren’t so sensually driven. Jack’s office fit the uptight- -lawyerly stereotype to a T. She couldn’t complain, though, because Jack looked scrumptious all done up in his lawyer suits. He looked even better out of them, and she so enjoyed going from one extreme to the other.

  If the people in his office only knew how extreme Jack could get.

  He set her down on the lip of the tub, holding her against him so she had to balance on her tip toes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, loving that he was eight inches taller than her.

  There was a lot to be said for eight inches.

  “God, you feel so good against me.” He ran his hands down her back to cup her butt.

  “You got that right, mister. I could stay right here forever.”

  “I’ve got a better place for you to be.” He lifted her and set her feet down on the seat in the tub. Hot water frothed around her legs.

  “My clothes—”

  “I’ll buy you new ones. I want to see you wet.” He kicked off
his shoes and stepped in beside her, plastering his jeans to that fine set of abs.

  “I’m already wet, Jack, and it has nothing to do with this hot tub.”

  He growled when he stepped down with her to the bottom of the tub. “Come here, you.” He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, sealing his mouth to hers, his tongue thrusting inside in a move so blatantly erotic she had to clamp her thighs together to relieve the ache.

  Then he slid his hand under her skirt and between her thighs and the ache ratcheted up.

  “Open for me, baby,” he muttered against her lips.

  She was a slave to her passion. And Jack’s. She opened wide and sighed when his fingers slid beneath her panties, unerringly finding her clit as Jack always did. The man had talented fingers.

  “God, sweetheart, you’re creaming for me already.”

  She nodded, unable to say a word. He’d found that perfect spot that made her legs quiver and she had to focus so she wouldn’t come right then. Jack was the only guy who’d ever been able to render her speechless.

  “Like that, do you?” He nipped her nose.

  She bit her lip and nodded. She could only nod.

  “What about this?”

  He replaced his finger with his thumb, the pressure harder, a bit more surface area, and he ran his fingers along her slit. “Want me to finger fuck you?”

  She nodded again. Really, that’s all she was capable of.

  He nipped her bottom lip. “Hang on tight, babe.”

  And that was all she could do, too, because Jack’s touch threatened to shatter her into a million pieces and she needed his arms around her to keep her whole. She needed Jack to keep her whole.

  Her knees fell back after he removed her panties, then he slid first one then a second finger into her passage. She needed him to fill her physically like he did emotionally. Her skirt slid up her legs and she could open herself more, rolling back on his thighs so her pussy was right there where he could see her. He liked to watch her come. Loved to watch her contract around him.

  “Aw, Deb, you’re so freaking sexy.” He worked his fingers faster. “I’m going to fuck you so hard after you come. I’m going to ram my dick inside this tight little pussy and wring every drop of cream out of you.”

  Her folds swelled, engorged with arousal, and her head fell back, the bubbles frothing along her neck.

  “That’s it, babe. Let yourself get lost in the sensations.”

  She was lost. And floating, both metaphorically and physically. Jack’s thumb covered her clit, the calloused pad so erotic against her sensitive flesh as the water rocked her.

  She pulled her knees back farther, her stomach hollowing out with the utter sensation of what he was doing to her, and the bubbles flowed in over her belly, sloshing up to her breasts, plastering her shirt against them, her nipples peaking at first the warmth of the water then the cold air as the water receded. It was as if David were here with them again playing so expertly with her breasts like he’d done that last time.

  Oh, God, David… Amanda…

  Deb’s juices flowed out of her, coating Jack’s fingers, making his entry so much smoother.

  She didn’t want smooth. She wanted her pussy worked, to be taken so that she knew she’d been taken. Jack could pound her to perfection, his pelvis thrusting against her, hitting her G-spot every single time—

  Like his finger was now doing.

  Oh, God, it was starting. Coiling in the back of her uterus, swirling outward, her breath catching as the pressure and the intensity increased, and she groaned.

  “That’s it, Deb, go with it. Come all over my hand. Let me feel you grab me and hold on.”

  She did. Oh, God, did she. His words and the sight of him inside her were just so erotic… Deb floated there, spread wide open, knowing he was looking at her, knowing he was enjoying it, and that one spot that he touched…

  The sensation built, expanded, rolled back in on itself and grew some more, and Deb had to close her eyes as color exploded behind her eyelids and her blood roared through her veins, her heart pounding as Jack worked his fingers faster… harder… his thumb never letting up its relentless stroking, taking her right up to that precipice. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride the wave he created.

  And then it crashed over her, a tumbling spiral of heat and wetness, like the water around her, carrying her off to where nothing existed but Jack’s hand and his cock pressed against her ass.

  Oh, she hadn’t realized—

  She pulsed around him, clenching his fingers, her butt pressing down onto his cock, and she felt him swell. Felt Jack stroke himself against her cheeks. He wanted in there and she was so going to let him.

  Another orgasm crashed over her at that thought. Debra moaned through it, panting, going with the flow of his fingers inside her until the shudders finally receded.

  “You, my darling sexy incredible wife, are magnificent.”

  He leaned down to kiss her, withdrawing his fingers ever so slowly, then gliding them up over the landing strip she’d had a heart shaved into just for him, tickling her belly and dabbling with her belly button, her stomach always so sensitive after orgasm. As he well knew.

  She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged his head back after just a mere brush of his lips—couldn’t give him everything he wanted when he wanted it. Where was the fun in that? “Get your clothes off, Jack. I want to touch you.”

  She didn’t even mind that he dunked her when he stood up because he ripped his t-shirt right down the middle.

  She loved when he did that. It’s why she’d gotten him a dozen for Christmas.

  His jeans were a little tougher to get off. She had to help him.

  Really. She did.

  And if her fingers just so happened to brush his treasure trail, well, the jeans were on him tightly. Plastered to him.

  Honest.

  Kneeling on the hot tub seat, she worked her hands inside his jeans, running her palms along his obliques. She loved those incredibly cut lines that ran in a diagonal down his stomach.

  “You going to take the pants off or just keep rubbing me, babe?” He smiled his lopsided smile .

  She rubbed one more time then worked his jeans down until they got hung up on the curve of his ass.

  Jack had a great ass.

  “Deb. Honey. You’re killing me.:”

  “Relax, Jack. You worked your magic on me. Let me work mine on you.”

  “Oh lord, I’ve created a monster.”

  She smacked his ass when she pulled the jeans down over it.

  “Do that again, sweetheart.”

  She licked her lips. “Liked it, huh?”

  “So much, babe.”

  She tugged the front of his jeans down until his cock sprang free. Oh, yes, he’d definitely liked what she’d done to him.

  She cupped his sac. Squeezed just a bit. “You like this, too?”

  His eyes closed as he inhaled and when he opened them again, they were that chocolate brown color that turned her insides to mush. “Tease.”

  “Yup.” She squeezed again. “And you love it.”

  He reached down, pulled her hand from his balls and wrapped it around his shaft, stroking himself with her hand. “Yeah, I do. Now how much longer are you going to make me wait?”

  She slid her other hand over the curve of his ass to between his cheeks, then probed his tight flesh. “As long as it takes, Jack.”

  He turned sideways, offering her easier access, still stroking himself with her hand. “It won’t take long, babe.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.” She took her hand away. “Did you bring any toys out here?”

  “What do you think?”

  “I think you’re always prepared, Jack. You should have been an eagle scout.”

  “Too busy scouting other things.”

  Women. Jack had been a player back in the day. Women flocked to him. Still did, but the difference now was that he nev
er looked twice. Ever.

  That was going to make her gift even that much hotter.

  She looked around. Ah, there. The picnic basket. He always packed such… tasteful things in that picnic basket.

  Never letting go of his cock, she opened the basket with her free hand. Scarves, plugs, a couple of dildos—including the double penetration one. Hmm, they hadn’t used that in a while.

  Maybe she should have bought one of those for her and Amanda.

  Her pussy swelled once more. She was going to have to do something with Amanda just to satisfy her own curiosity, for Pete’s sake.

  And for Jack’s.

  She rooted around. “Look what I found.” She held up the silicone cock ring, the only one that expanded enough to not do serious damage when Jack got fully hard. As he was doing right now in her hand. “Want this?”

  His breath was shaky. She loved when it got shaky.

  “Whatever you want to do to me, babe.”

  She rubbed the smooth toy over the head of his dick. “It’s more what I want you to do to me, Jackie boy.”

  He always smiled when she called him that. She was the only person who could call him that and make him smile. Anyone else, he growled.

  Though… he was doing that now, too, but for a totally different reason.

  “What do you want me to do to you?”

  She answered with a smile while she slipped the ring over the rim of his dick. Sometimes they could work this around his balls, but he was too aroused for that now. No matter; this way worked just as well for him and allowed his satiny sac to flap against her ass.

  She reached back inside the basket.

  There was the lube.

  Jack’s eyes widened when she took it out. “Oh baby.”

  She released her hold on him. She worked the lube between her palms, warming it. Then she slathered it over his cock.

  Jack’s head fell back on a long, harsh groan, his cock jerking and thickening before her eyes. That ring was doing its job. So his dick could do its.

  “You want to fuck me, Jack?”

  He shuddered and some pre-cum dripped from his slit. “I can’t wait, babe.”