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“That’s all right. We can have another glass later. Here’s to us.” Monica clinked glasses with him and then half downed hers. “What’s in your red box?” she asked suddenly.
“Would you believe tools?”
She laughed merrily. “By the way, where’s your … whatever you drove?”
“Stuck in the snow where I slid off your drive at the curve I didn’t expect, but don’t worry. The sun’s out now and it should melt enough for me to get out when it’s time to go.”
She finished her glass of champagne, and grabbing up the bottle, refilled hers and topped off his. “Well, let’s take these with us and get started. The bathroom is down this hall.”
He followed with his sister Sheila’s favourite bubble bath, hoping he could replace it and Nina’s champagne, and at this rate probably Sheila’s wine as well, in time for his trip. What the hell? He’d call and order two duplicate baskets.
Watching Monica’s trim butt swing down the hall in front of him, Rick forgot about baskets and began to wonder what she was wearing under those jeans. As she turned into the bedroom with him on her heels, Rick was burning hot for the first time in many months. His penis was so hard it pressed uncomfortably against his pants and he longed to free it. His breath came so fast he was practically panting. He longed to fuck her in every position possible.
Encouraged, he walked faster. He was ready.
Rick followed Monica into the bedroom where a queen-sized bed lay straight ahead. He was Nick now. He had to be Nick and not himself or he couldn’t do this—it was dishonest and unfair—but he wanted to so badly he couldn’t not do it. A couple of good strokes with his hand on his cock and he’d come all over the place. He was that ready. But he sure didn’t want to waste this hard-on like that. Sinking it deep into Monica’s sweet pussy was what he wanted. Needed. Sweat popped out on his forehead and his heart thumped erratically. He had to calm down and seduce her the way she wanted.
How would a Fantasy Man go about taking her clothes off? Or would he let her undress herself? He couldn’t just rip them off the way he longed to do.
Stopping abruptly, Monica turned and smacked into him. “You’re going to have to tell me what to do,” she said, green eyes wide.
She had the longest, thickest lashes he’d ever seen. “Kiss me.” He tipped her chin and she wrapped her arms around him. He closed his mouth over hers and slid his tongue inside. Probing the recesses of the warm softness, he imagined he was inside of her most intimate cavern. She clung to him and he was very glad for a case of mistaken identity. He’d do his best to make her fantasies come true.
“I think you’ll need to undress for a bath,” he said, his breath coming hard. And that wasn’t all that was hard. His penis was so swollen and taut it throbbed. Even his balls ached. Thank God he was still all man.
“I suppose so.” She undid her jeans and let them slide down. Stepping out of them, she kicked them aside. Her legs were long and beautiful. She reached for the waistband of her white cotton bikinis and hesitated. “I feel funny getting naked when you have all your clothes on.”
Did that brochure she had say it was okay to go all the way? He hoped it did because he was no longer sure he could stop and she’d think it was odd if he did, wouldn’t she? After all he was now the Fantasy Man. There was no going back. He peeled off his shirt, shoes and socks and then reached for her bikinis. “Let me.”
He slid them slowly down her legs, bending his knees and enjoying every inch of the view along the way. The delicate inward coil of her navel. The tight flesh that curved over her gently rounded stomach. The curly bush that covered her mound. As she raised each foot to free it, he kissed her legs all the way to her pussy. She gasped with pleasure and straightening, Nick fondled her clit. Gently at first then faster.
She gasped and hung onto him as if she were too weak to stand. But he couldn’t stop ye
t. “Raise your arms,” he said and he eased the sweatshirt over her head. She unfastened her own bra before he could and tossed it aside. He had to hold onto his sanity. This was supposed to be the Appeteaser and his appetite was so teased he was ready for the Main Course.
“Are you going to take a bubble bath with me?” she asked, raising her face to his.
“I don’t know if I’m supposed to,” he said, moving his mouth over hers and down her neck, “and I don’t know if I can.”
“It’s an old-fashioned tub and it will be a tight squeeze but we can both fit in one way or another.” Monica lowered her lashes and smiled. She’d certainly gotten over her nervousness quickly. “Even if I have to sit on your lap.”
“Don’t even think about it,” he said, his penis pulsing as he thought hard about her sitting there facing him with his cock inside her. “You’d miss out on the other courses—except intercourse—if you did that.”
Chuckling at Nick’s remark, Monica followed him into the bathroom just in time to hear him coughing and cursing.
“What the hell is this?” he demanded. “I nearly got strangled.”
“It seems you found my sexy underwear.” He’d walked into her makeshift clothesline and was batting at her lacy yellow bra and panties, a blue polka-dot bra wrapped around his neck.
“You could kill a guy with this booby trap.”
“Booby trap?” Monica dissolved into gales of laughter. “Get it? Boobs. Boobies.”
Nick didn’t seem to think it was as funny as she did but maybe it was because he’d knocked the clothesline down and was draped in undies.
“Dammit, Monica. Get me loose.”
“Is that any way for a Fantasy Man to act?” she chided gently, giggling all the while she was plucking her bras and panties off him. “There, you’re free now. Stop grumbling.”
