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He puffed, as he dropped his shorts onto the floor. Then he pounced on me. He kissed me fiercely as his fingers tickled and stroked between my legs. When I was squirming and panting beneath him, he turned me over. I lifted my hips eagerly for him. He pushed my shoulders down. “Yes, this is what I need to do to you,” he said, darkly. I shivered, throbbing. A weird dread had my chest tightening. Josh flashed into my mind. I watched Javier behind me, dark, sweat glistening on his sculpted muscles, and nothing at all like Josh.
Javier put two fingers in me and I shuddered and ground back against him. He took them out and spanked me. It was firm but not hard, then his fingers again, and then more spanking.
“Please,” I begged.
He put on a condom and thrust into me. I came immediately, muffling my moans in a pillow. He grunted and kept going until I came again. After a couple of harder thrusts, he slowed to a stop, shuddering.
Afterwards he was very sweet, rubbing my arms and back as we lay cuddled together on my bed. He was turning out to be the best lover I’d ever had.
“I think, my Bella,” he said, almost dreamily, “that I should marry you.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ipropped myself up on my elbow. Javier was sweaty, grinning, and totally glorious. I kissed him then said, “No, we are not getting married. You are leaving very soon for Mexico to shoot a movie.”
“Come with me,” he said, cupping my cheek. “How can I be happy without you?”
“You’ll find a way.”
He buried his face in my chest. “You are a cold woman, I think.”
I sighed. He wasn’t the first man to accuse me of that and no doubt he wouldn’t be the last. “Do you smell that? Antonio has something amazing happening out there.”
“You want your breakfast more than me?”
Actually, I really did. “Your stomach agrees with me—it’s growling. You poor half-starved man. I’m going to take such good care of you, all day long,” I said kissing down his neck and chest.
He pushed my head down further then grumbled when I stopped and grabbed a flavored rubber. My blow jobs are vigorous, and after three years as a trophy wife, I knewsome tricks. Lubed and sheathed, I worked him over. I straddled his chest, bending over so my bits were right in his face. He took the sixty-nine hint, kissing and fingering me until I came while my mouth and hands worked him hard. My mouth pumped up and down his cock, while my hands squeezed his base and balls until he shot off into the rubber.
“Okay,” I said as I rolled off him. “Now we do need to hurry a bit.”
The rest of the morning sped by. I worked on straightening up after the party and had a dining-room table delivered, along with chairs.
Javier paced around the pool, on the phone with various people about his upcoming film. It sounded like a few people were frustrated with him for haring off to Oregon to visit me. When was he leaving? Soon was what he kept telling them. I probably had him for two more days at most.
Amber arrived at noon, sad-eyed and tired, but dressed in a very pretty yellow dress with her hair in gorgeous waves. Javier was still on the phone, so I brought her into my room while I got ready. She stared out the window toward Javier for a minute then sank down on my little couch.
“Good Lord, Sally,” she said. “That man is sex on a stick.”
I grinned. True enough and I’d had to open the windows, light a candle, and change my sheets before I could bring another soul into my bedroom. I tried to tamp down my bubbling giddiness and the chipper spring in my step. “He lives with some kind of ménage in LA and he’s an actor. He won’t have much time for me.”
She snorted. “How did you grow up with practically the same people as me and end up with this completely open and free sexuality while I’m so uptight I have to schedule sex after dating for a month?”
“Huh. I never thought about it that way. My mama usedto scold me for being a ‘damn hippie’ but that just made me laugh.”
“Your parents are so sweet.”
“Did you call home last night?”
She sighed. “Yeah, I did. Mom was a little sad I’d ‘lost the doctor.’ But it’s all done now.”
“More like he lost you. Don’t worry, someone else is going to come along that makes your toes curl, and you’re going to be glad you didn’t waste your time with that dishrag.”
She smoothed her skirt over her thighs. “Do you think I could do the hook-up thing? It sounds fun, in theory.”
I adjusted a light summer shawl around my shoulders, trying to figure out what Amber needed to hear. New Sally wore things like crocheted shawls, I’d decided. My dress was a navy-blue floral midi with a tulip skirt, gathered waist, spaghetti straps, and a deep V neckline. It was a bit garden-wedding-party, except the material was a light cotton-linen blend. I’d found my fedora hat and decided to wear it again. I ditched the shawl. It was too hot, and I’d lose it anyway.
“I’m going to say that’s not you—so maybe now you’ll go out and prove me wrong. We will be hitting the bars together. You’ll hop into bed with someone when you’re feeling it.”
