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  “That’s fantastic. He’ll be thrilled. I’m glad you two hit it off. Hopefully, it will work well for both of your businesses.”

  “I’m sure it will. Taking me to the flea market on the weekend was a great idea. Oh, I stopped at the grocery store and picked up the ingredients for carbonara for dinner tonight. I also grabbed a bottle of red.”

  The sound of Mark’s stomach rumbling broke through her relaxed haze. “I guess I should know better than to talk about food with you after sex. I know how you need fuel afterwards.” She laughed. It was funny how much she enjoyed the simple things, like teasing him and cooking a meal together.

  She forced her languid body to get out of the swing. With an outstretched hand, she grabbed him and helped Mark to his feet. “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

  They quickly pulled their clothes back on and headed into the house. Once inside, Mark shed his work boots and left them at the back door. “I’m going to clean up, then I’ll help you with dinner.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt and twisted it around his hand. “Any chance you want to join me?”

  With a laugh, she pushed his hand away and backed towards the kitchen. ”Oh, no, you don’t. You’re going to shower alone so we can get dinner tonight instead of breakfast.”

  When Mark padded into the kitchen with bare feet and damp hair after his shower, Rachel’s stomach flipped. There was something so incredibly intimate about cooking dinner with a barefooted man. She had to admit she really liked the feeling.

  Mark slid a knife out of butcher block and nudged her with his hip so he could grab a second cutting board from the drawer. During their time together, they had developed an easy rapport in the kitchen, dividing up the tasks evenly.

  Mark sliced the radishes for the salad and threw them on top of the lettuce Rachel had placed in the bowl.

  With the salad finished, Rachel placed a big plate of carbonara in front of Mark. He inhaled deeply.” This looks and smells fantastic.” He twirled noodles around his fork and took a bite. When he finished chewing, he grinned. “You sure know how to cook, Rach.”

  “Thanks. Glad you like it.”

  They ate their meal in companionable silence. Rachel loved that he was comfortable enough with her to enjoy the silence.

  As Mark finished chewing his last bite, he pushed his plate away from him. Resting his elbows on the table, he watched her.

  “What do you normally do for Memorial Day?” he asked.

  “Normally, Roger and I went to our friends for a barbeque. But most of our friends were Roger’s so I don’t really keep in contact with many of them. What about you?”

  “I normally go to a barbeque as well.”

  “So if you don’t have plans, my buddy is having a Memorial Day barbeque. Any chance you’d be interested in attending?” Mark’s hopeful tone didn’t leave Rachel many options in her response.

  Problem was she didn’t know if she was ready to do the whole meet-the-friends thing.

  His employees seemed great, but a party with his friends was a whole new ballgame. She sighed. If they were going to try dating, then they needed to get out there like a real couple.

  “Sure.”

  He grinned. “Great. It’s a pool party, real casual.”

  “A pool party?” she squeaked. Oh shit.

  Chapter Six

  “Yeah, is there a problem?”

  “No, nothing. So, we’re talking bathing suits?” Sweet mother of God. This is not good. How the hell was she supposed to wear her bathing suit in front of his friends?

  Mark laughed. “Um yeah.” Slow, deliberate steps brought him closer, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. “As much as I’d enjoy skinny dipping with you, my jealous streak wouldn’t like all of my friends seeing you naked. It will be hard enough having them staring at you in a bikini.”

  “A bikini? You do know I’m forty, right?”

  “Duh. Of course I know you’re forty.” Mark rolled his eyes. “What the hell does that have to do with anything? I’ve seen how you look naked. I can only imagine how good you’d look in a bathing suit. Plus, I’ve seen your tan lines. I know you wear one on occasion.”

  “Well yeah, but that’s around people my age, not around little twenty-something chicks.”

  Mark snorted. “I will never understand women. I don’t get the difference.” Leaning down, he pressed his soft lips against the side of her neck. “If it’ll help, you can model your suits for me, and I can help you chose.” He nipped beneath her ear and she moaned in pleasure.

  “I’m not sure that will help.”

  He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and let it go. “But it sure would be fun.” His hot breath sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

  “That it might be,” she said, pushing against his erection. “Alright then, let’s go try on some suits.” Rachel grabbed his hand and pulled him back down the hall.

  Once in her bedroom, Mark sat on the bed while she dragged out her collection of bathing suits, dropping them onto the bed beside him. Everything from her one-piece Speedo to the string bikini she used for sun tanning. Of course, Mark immediately picked up the white string bikini.

  “Mmm, now this I’d like to see on.” He held up the little scrap of fabric between his large hands and beckoned her closer.

  “I can’t swim in that,” she told him.

  “I don’t care. I still want to see you in it.” He pulled her closer and grabbed the edge of her shirt. Pulling it over her head, he kissed her stomach. “Please. Let me see what it looks like.”

  Rachel narrowed her eyes. He so knew he had her, she thought, shaking her head. “Fine.” She took the bathing suit from his hands and walked into the bathroom. Moments later, she came back.

  “Holy shit,” he murmured, his voice deeper and raspier than it normally was. “You can’t wear that around my friends.” Mark paused, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His eyes lit up with fire. “Turn around. Let me see the back.”

  She turned slowly and coyly looked over her shoulder at him. “Well?”

  “F-uck.” He shifted on the bed, yanking his pants away from his growing erection. “That thing should be illegal. You aren’t wearing it to the party, but you are definitely putting that back on later.”

  His reaction to the way she looked in her bathing suit filled her with confidence. A hand cocked on her hip, she grinned. “So it looks alright?”

  Shifting his position on the bed again, he grimaced at the pull of his jeans. “More than alright. Now quick, go change into something else before I decide to act on this.”

  A girlish giggle slipped past her lips as she shut the bathroom door.

  Five bathing suits later, they finally agreed on a coral bikini. Rachel had always liked how the colour enhanced her tan, and the top held her breasts where God had intended them to be, before gravity got a hold of them.

  Hours at the gym had kept her body toned and the cellulite at bay, and she worked her ass off to look like this. Whereas, the girls who would be at the party would have fantastic bodies that required very little work. It was a bitch getting old.

  Mark stood and stripped off his jeans and stood before her in his boxers. “Why don’t you go put that first bikini back on?”

  She smirked at him. “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  Rachel rolled her eyes and picked the suit up again. “Alright. But you better follow up on those heated looks you’ve been shooting my way.”

  “Believe me, I intend to.”

  When she came out of the bathroom, Mark sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing his underwear. She walked up to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Her breast brushed against his mouth. His hot breath caressed her body, and she shivered when he sucked on her nipple through the suit. Her head dropped back and she moaned.

  “Jesus, you are so fucking sexy,” he murmured against her breasts as his hands caressed her ass.

  He pulled her down on top of him and rolled, taking her with
him up the bed. Reaching underneath her head, he pulled out a toy. Some pink contraption that looked kind of fun. When he brought it out so Rachel could see it, she gasped. “My rabbit?”

  Mark turned it around in his hand and examined it. “Is that what it’s called? I guess it does kind of look like a rabbit.” He rubbed the pink dildo against her arm. “So, is this one a good choice?”

  She nodded vigorously. “That’s a great choice.”

  Mark eyed the rabbit speculatively. She had never given such an enthusiastic endorsement to one of her toys before. This was going to be good.

  He moved the edge of her bathing suit top down to expose her nipple and pulled the hard nub into his mouth. He eased his hand between the edges of the bathing suit bottom and slid it between her wet lips. Mark loved leaving her bathing suit on. It reminded him of when he was a kid petting a girl, the anticipation of will-she-or-won’t-she.

  He inserted his finger, coated in her juice, inside her. Hot, slick moisture engulfed him. She was so ready, and they had barely gotten started. With his thumb, he flicked her clit. Rachel arched off the bed. He needed to stop what he was doing if he wanted to enjoy playing with this toy.

  Mark slid her bottoms off, exposing her glistening flesh to his eyes. The urge to taste her was so strong. He loved how her flavour lingered in his mouth and opted for sucking her juices off of his fingers. Her eyes flared with desire while she watched him. Mark flashed her a grin then turned his attention back to the rabbit. He flipped the switch and the thing roared to life.

  He laughed. “Holy shit. This thing sounds like a freaking chainsaw. No one will wonder what you’re doing in here, that’s for sure.”

  Rachel smiled. “It’s powerful.”

  The rabbit shook in his hand, drawing Mark’s attention down to the toy. The pink ears and nose vibrated to its own rhythm. The shaft gyrated and swirled. He touched the band of beads with his finger tip. “Nice. I’m going to enjoy this.”

  Rachel shifted on the bed. Her breath hitched, her hard nipples begged for his touch. Anticipation marked every part of her body. She was clearly excited by the idea of Mark using the rabbit on her.

  “You need to lube it up,” she told him.

  Quickly switching the toy off, he grabbed the lube and slathered some on.

  He slipped the shaft inside her, tickling her clit with the ears and switched it on. Rachel immediately arched her back. She spread her legs wider, closing her eyes with a moan. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples moments before an orgasm swept through her body.

  Wow! The toy made quick work of things. Mark looked at the toy, an idea brewing. He spun the rabbit around so the ears slid between her ass cheeks instead. Rachel whimpered, her hips gyrated, pushing the toy farther inside.

  “Holy hell. That feels amazing,” she moaned out in pleasure.

  Mark had never been so turned on as he was watching Rachel enjoying her toy. He tried to think of something else so he wouldn’t come in his underwear. Deep breaths, that’s what he needed in order to get control of himself. Moments later, Rachel squirmed on the bed as a second, more intense orgasm tore through her body. She screamed her release and the delicious musky scent of her arousal filled the room. Everything about this woman turned him inside out.

  When her breathing came back to normal, she opened her eyes. “Wow.” She looked up at him, wide eyes filled with appreciation and something he couldn’t quite read. She sat up on the bed, pushed him back so he was lying down and pulled his boxers off.

  “Your turn,” Rachel told him as she turned and reached into the drawer.

  He jack-knifed up on the bed. “What the hell are you grabbing?”

  A smirk on her face, she turned back around. “Oh, I see. It’s alright to use the toys on me but not you?”

  He shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a traditionalist.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, sure you are. I think you’re just chicken.”

  Rachel pulled out her little bullet and held it up. “Just let me try something. If you don’t like it, I promise to turn it off.” Her nerves were palpable as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “Trust me.”

  What the hell did she have planned? He couldn’t imagine what she wanted to do that had her looking so unsure, but he trusted her, didn’t he? Mark looked at her for a long time before finally lying back down on the bed. “Alright, but just so you know, I’m a virgin, so go easy,” he joked.

  Her pupils dilated with lust, she licked her lip. “I’ll be gentle,” Rachel told him as crawled over him. Straddling his legs, she leant down and gripped his penis in one hand. She brought the tip of her tongue to the head of his cock.

  The first swipe of her tongue almost undid him. Mark was so close after getting her off. Her other hand dipped between his legs, tickling his balls. The dull sound of the bullet starting up caused him to tense.

  “Relax,” she whispered as she licked his shaft from root to tip.

  The sensation of the bullet at the base of his balls nearly made him come off the bed. “Fuck,” he grunted.

  “Good?” she asked.

  “Mmm you could say that.”

  A smile curved up the corners of her lips, and she began nibbling the sensitive tip of his dick at the same time she pressed the bullet against the smooth skin behind his sac.

  He grabbed her hair and pushed her back. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop right now.”

  Her purely carnal look darkened her eyes, with hunger and desire. “I want you to come.”

  She pushed the bullet back against him and licked the sensitive flesh at the base of his head. His balls pulled up tightly. Rachel slid her lips over his cock and sucked him deeply. Her hot, wet mouth sent him over the edge. She kept sucking, swallowing all he had to offer.

  When he was finished, she pulled back and licked her lips, wiping the edge of her mouth with her finger. “Yummy.”

  Mark grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her towards him, plundering her mouth with his tongue. He could taste himself in her mouth. It fucking turned him on. There was just something so damn hot about a woman who enjoyed sucking dick. And when that woman was Rachel, it was so much better. Mind-blowing didn’t even begin to describe what he felt.

  Chapter Seven

  Rachel slipped on her coral bikini and pulled a lightweight summer dress over the top. “It’s going to be great. You look good. Relax,” she told her reflection in the mirror.

  Meeting Mark’s friends was a huge step in their relationship. Meeting friends took them from casual sex partners to a couple. Rachel smoothed on her lip gloss. What if they don’t like me?

  “Arg.” She needed to get over it. They were just regular people.

  Mark’s arrival forced her to stop her conversation with herself. She slipped into her flip-flops and answered the door. The air whooshed out of her lungs at the sexy picture Mark made before her. His button-up shirt hung open over his board shorts, revealing his abs and treasure trail. Yummy.

  She trailed a finger down his chest, over his stomach, and smiled when his muscles quivered under her touch as she continued down his body, stopping at the edge of his shorts. “You sure we have to go to this party? I’ll bet I could make you enjoy staying right here.”

  Mark groaned. “I’m sure you could. But I promised Tony we’d come, so he’s expecting us.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Alright. Your loss.”

  He grabbed her hips and pulled her against his body. The ridge of his erection pressed against her stomach. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

  “You’d better.” Rachel grabbed her beach bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Let’s go then.”

  Mark spent the twenty-minute drive filling Rachel in on all the people who would be at the party. When he pulled up to his friend’s house, Rachel stepped out of the car, leaned against the door and took a deep breath to gather her courage. After quickly rounding the hood of the car, Mark wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
r />   “Relax. They won’t bite. I promise.” He leant down and kissed the side of her neck. “But if you ask nice, I might later.”

  Rachel turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her body against him. “You just keep making all these promises about later.” She nipped his bottom lip between her teeth. “You sure you can follow through?”

  He ground his erection against her. “Does that feel like I can’t follow through?”

  “Mmm no, it feels fantastic. I want to run my tongue over the head and flick that delicious slit on the top.”

  Mark pulled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes slumberous and aroused. He looked her in the eyes then grabbed her hand and pulled her around the side of the house and into the garage, locking the door behind them.

  Excitement surged through her. With a smile, Rachel dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled the front of his shorts down, releasing his throbbing erection. “Mmm,” she murmured before sticking her tongue out and licking the bead of arousal at the tip.

  “Jesus, Rach,” he muttered, tangling his hands roughly into her hair. The painful pull on her scalp told her just how aroused he was at the prospect of a blowjob.

  She deep throated his erection, as she tickled the sensitive flesh behind his sac. With her fingernail, she gently traced over his balls the way she knew he liked. She sucked her cheeks in and opened her throat to pull him deeply into her mouth. It only took a couple of sucks before his hands fisted in her hair as he bit back the noise of his orgasm ripping through his body. Not letting up, she continued to suck his cock deeply into her mouth until she’d milked every last drop out of him. Before Mark, she hadn’t liked to swallow, but with him, she loved everything about it.

  Standing, she wiped the edge of her mouth and smiled at Mark. She felt powerful. In control. Something she very much needed to feel going into this party. “Thank you,” she said.

  “I should be the one thanking you. That was amazing. Completely unexpected. What was that about?” Curiosity warred with the complete satisfaction on his face as he looked at her.