Faith glanced out the front windshield as they passed businesses and restaurants. "Jake hung out for an hour talking. When he left, Selby and I had sex again and then fell asleep. It was that weekend that opened us up to sex as an adventure. We've shared fantasies and talked about role-playing different scenarios. It's become a game to us. Sex, that is.""Pretty intense." Edwin glanced over at her. "But you said 'and more.'""You just want all the fun facts, don't you?" Faith shifted in the seat to a more comfortable position. "We've met up with others. Single men. Couples. Never around here, of course. Our trip this weekend was the most recent and had an interesting twist." Faith told him about meeting Paul at the winery and how he had just followed them back to the condo. She told him everything, even how Paul had used her as a sex toy and then made her ride Selby while the man's sperm dripped from her."No one had used me in such a fashion." She turned back around in her seat as the
Faith lounged back in her deck chair, bare feet propped on the middle railing as she watched the seagulls glide in the air just skimming the waves. She held a mug of orange spice tea in one hand while the other rested on the arm of the chair, her thoughts lost on her trysts with Edwin over the past two days. As she sat staring at the cresting waves, she realized she wanted more. The playfulness with Edwin was just that, playful. While it was hot, it wasn't really intense. Paul had been intense. Edwin had given her choices. Paul had taken her, used her, and tossed her back to Selby. It was that part that turned her on the most.She shook her head. How twisted was she? Yet, she still wanted more. She wondered if Edwin could take her like that. He was nervous, she knew. They both risked their jobs if someone discovered them, and who knew what the ramifications would be in her family? Yet, Faith wanted him, wanted him to use her harder.Still, what if he did? How far was she willing to all
Selby scooted out of his chair, dropping to his knees on the wood planks of the deck flooring. Evening had grown to the grayness of dusk, and heavy shadows draped their deck. He knee-walked over to where she sat and ducked under her leg, dropping to all fours. He kissed under her knee as he passed, his tongue licking her flesh, cooled by the March evening air. He kissed her inner thigh, making a trail toward her exposed slit. He stayed on all fours."Admit it. You wanted him to have that picture of you." He licked around her labia, his tongue gliding up the outer edge of one side and back down the other.Faith took a deep breath as the pleasure of his warm tongue against her chilled flesh sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She placed her right hand on his blond hair as she slid her left hand behind her head. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I did."He pulled his mouth away from her dripping folds. She could feel the heat of his breath as he spoke. "Tell me why." His tongue started a
Selby parked in front of his bookstore and locked up his car. His mind was still foggy with images of his past that kept him tossing throughout the night. He was eager for a cup of coffee and a smile from a certain fiery redhead. However, as he turned to make his way across the street, he stopped dead, his heart a cold weight in his chest.Against the beige concrete wall outside of Joe's Bakery stood Tracey deep in conversation with a man Selby never saw before. He was tall, probably over six feet, with short black hair and an oblong face. He was clean-shaven and wore circular glasses. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't scrawny, either. Fit is what went through Selby's mind.And he was more than a friend.The man had his hands on Tracey's upper arms as he spoke. He wasn't arguing, but he was passionate about whatever they were discussing. Tracey stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her face turned away from the man. Everything about her posture told Selby she was trying hard not
The cowbell sounded as the front door to Selby's Downtown Books opened, letting in the chill March breeze. Selby didn't have to look up to know who had entered. It was lunchtime. It could only be one person."I hope BLTs are okay. Do you have drinks in that broken down fridge of yours in the back?""Diet?" He started for the back, leaving the stack of books he was putting away on the floor."Do you have any grape left? I feel like being different.""Coming right up. Never could understand how you could drink that diet shit, anyway." Of course, his thoughts went a different direction. Was that what he was to her? Something different? He grabbed two grape sodas from the fridge, and when he returned to the front, Tracey took his chair and left him the stool. He paused at first, confused at the change in seating arrangements, but said nothing. She sat folded in on herself. Whatever had happened that morning still affected her. It seemed they both had things on their minds. Selby reached
The day slowed down to a newborn's crawl, and Edwin sent Nessa home for the remainder of it. Faith took it upon herself to make sure Morgan's office was dusted and cleaned, ready for his arrival. Both, he and Neal Rutherford, had offices at each branch of Rutherford Construction for their own personal use when in that town. Mostly, they kept those offices locked and empty, so Faith aired it out and open the drapes for light. Nessa kept the plants watered usually but was not very good at cleaning.Edwin gave Grady more jobs in the field to keep him away from the office. Faith only chuckled and shook her head. She would never understand why he kept a man no one really liked. However, Edwin was smart enough to keep Grady away when the big bosses were in town."If I had known you'd be the one taking care of my office, I would have visited sooner." Turning, Faith saw the six-foot Morgan Brewer standing in the doorway to his office, water bottle in one hand, briefcase in the other. His short
Faith felt his hand slide up her thigh toward the dampness hidden behind her jeans. She parted her legs, not realizing she had until she felt the pressure of his hand against her sensitive womanhood. She pushed her passion onto his hand. "Yes.""Tell me Faith. What are you here for?" He began to kiss down her neck again, sucking harder. Tendrils of excitement shot through her. His hand making her pussy ache for him."Your cock. I'm here to suck your cock. Please, I want to taste you." She couldn't believe she said it out loud. Yet, she knew he wanted to hear it."You're a little high up for that, aren't you?" His teeth sunk into her throat, and it would surprise her if he wasn't leaving marks on her.Faith, with reluctance at pulling away from his mouth, slid off the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. She slid her hands up the front of his legs, over the bulge of his pants until she reached the button. With her eyes glued to his crotch, she opened his pants, reaching in and
Selby glanced at the clock on the wall behind his counter. Closing time. By now the offices of Rutherford Construction were locked down, and Faith was about to give Edwin the experience of her mouth. Selby could picture it and felt the mixture of excitement and jealousy knot in his stomach at the same time his cock twitched in his pants.He snatched up his briefcase and locked the store. Pausing at the door to his Accord, he glanced at Joe's Bakery. Another girl stood behind the counter by now as Tracey always went home around three, which made sense since she was usually there at five doing the morning baking and prep. A sigh lifted and lowered his chest. He wasn't sure just how he felt about Tracey, yet. That wasn't true. He knew how he felt, but he worried that Faith felt the same toward Edwin.Selby opened the car door, sliding behind the wheel as he plopped his briefcase onto the passenger seat. Soon, he was backed out and heading east on New Haven toward the Melbourne Causeway a