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  “Well, it’s not like I don’t want to see one. I guess I just never have and you caught me off guard. I’m sure there are millions of people in the world who use them and are the better for it. Sexually enlightement is a good thing.” The curtain of her coppery hair fell forward, covering her face and hiding her reddened cheeks.

  “Wanna talk about something else, until you have some time to digest this?”

  “No…I think it’s great that you’re solving the world’s sexual problems one purple vibrator at a time. They do come in purple don’t they?” She began to laugh in earnest. Her shoulders shook and the soft swell of the tops of her breasts heaved. She leaned forward gasping for breath and laid her hand on his arm. When her small hand curved over his bicep, he fought to clear the image of that very hand on his cock. Heat shot to his shaft like lightning.

  “I’m sorry…I just couldn’t help it. I…” her eyes were tearing, “I…” she fisted her hand over her mouth and snickered. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you, Alex, you’re very interesting.”

  “I’ve never met anyone quite like you either, Cara, and I promise someday I’ll show you all of the colors they come in.” Her warm smile sent his cock to twitching again. They didn’t get any sexier than Cara. Apparently, the rest of the male population thought so too. He frowned at the jerk sitting at the bar who was watching her breasts jiggle with laughter.

  Assholes aplenty.

  As the waiter took her order, Alex watched his beady eyes follow the curve of Cara’s leg right up to the top of her head. She paid no attention to him, almost as if she didn’t notice his very obvious stare.

  Cara cocked her head and smiled at him. “Can I have the lettuce and tomato on the side of my burger please?”

  The waiter wrote furiously on his little pad, “You can have whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy, will make me happy.”

  “Know what would make me happy, stud?” Alex interjected.

  The waiter gave him a perplexed look. “What’s that, sir?”

  Alex thrust the menu at him. “If you’d take my order too.”

  He blanched, “Yes, sir.” He wrote down what Alex wanted quickly, giving one last, longing look at Cara, and went to fill their orders.

  * * * * *

  Glancing at her watch, she realized this would all be over soon. They’d chatted so easily most of the night, about her family and his work, that the time had flown by and their meal was over. Which meant the date from heaven was too. Or the date she was having in her mind. She was still having trouble believing this cool, confident woman was Cara Anthony, sitting here with Alex Mackenzie.

  Well, it was almost over. She was not leaving this date un-boinked. She had a mission and she fully intended to complete it. She hadn’t exactly figured out how that would happen, but she’d better think fast cause he was standing up and offering to walk her home.

  Hmm, coy. Did she even know how to be coy? Was it better to tell him not to walk her home, so maybe he might insist? Or should she make her move and damn the consequences? What would a Glamazon do in a case like this? And where were the fab triplets when you needed them most? Did the fab triplets only exist in her mind?

  “Thanks, Alex. I’d like it if you walked me home. I don’t live far, just a couple of blocks.” A couple of blocks to plan her move and make some whoopee. Her nipples tightened with anticipation. By, God she would do this. And when tomorrow came she’d smile, get off the train of unbridled passion and be glad she took the ride.

  She marveled at how light her step was as they strolled up her front walk. Her feet didn’t hurt one tiny bit. The rest of her felt pretty good too.

  Cara backed up against the building, and fisted her hands behind her waist. The girls stood proud in her new bra, thrusting forward and with any luck, working him into a frenzied state of desire.

  Alex reached out and cupped her neck drawing her flush to him. His hard body pressed provocatively against hers. She could feel his muscled flesh through her thin dress and it sent waves of heat smack between her thighs. She willed her breath to slow as her mind raced for something to say. God willing, it would be something profound. Or even just inviting would be good. How did one invite a man to their apartment to do the wild thing?

  “Dinner was great, Alex. Thanks.” Yes, indeed that’ll get ya laid, Cara.

  “You’re welcome,” his reply sounded husky and thick. His lips hovered but inches from hers. “Wanna do it again?”

  I wanna “do it” now. “Sure.”

  His thumb caressed the soft flesh of her earlobe, “Tomorrow?”

  No, now. “Okay.”

  His other hand brushed the outside curve of her breast, “Same time?”

  Same bat channel. “Seven?”

  His hips circled hers, “Yup.”

  Yup. “George’s?”

  His tongue swept over her bottom lip, “My place.”

  His place? “Deal.”

  “I’m going to kiss you.”

  Like when? “Okay.”

  His breath fanned her face, “You sure?”

  Was she sure? Hellloooo. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

  All at once, they were a mesh of teeth and tongues as his lips crashed down on hers and her body melted into his. Her arms went around his neck and she buried her fingers in his thick hair. She sighed into his mouth, throwing a thigh up around his hip for good measure.

  Could one orgasm simply from being kissed?

  She heard the low groan he made echo in the dark of night, as he devoured her lips and she devoured his right back. His tongue was hot and silky, sliding over her teeth touching every recess of her mouth. Hands ran wildly over every inch of her exposed flesh, heating her skin. She pressed further into him, reveling in the rigid line of his jean-clad cock.

  Tearing his lips from hers, he skimmed the flesh of her neck as he moved lower to linger at the top of her dress. Electricity seared her from the inside out when he hiked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her clit scraped the fabric of his jeans through her thin panties with delicious friction, as his hands dipped into the front of her dress. Multi-colored lights flashed behind her closed eyes when his fingers scraped her nipple. It tightened almost painfully, as a rush of moisture settled in her pussy. She clung to his neck clutching his shirt, when he exposed her breast and pressed his lips to it. His moan was low in his throat when he took her nipple between his lips and swirled his tongue over it.

  Her chest heaved and her heart slammed against her ribs. She felt herself urge her flesh to his lips, filling his mouth, as if she could climb inside him. The cool siding against her back scraped at her dress, reminding her they were still outside.

  In public.

  Hell’s bells.

  She pulled his face to hers, running her tongue over his bottom lip, “Maybe you might want to come in?” He chuckled, burying his face in her neck.

  “You mean before I have you here, in front of God and man?”

  She hid her face in the curve of his neck, “Something like that. My apartment’s right around the corner,” she pointed over his shoulder to the left.

  He nipped her finger. “Lead the way. Unless you’re having second thoughts. In that case, I could just go home and watch my potential children swirl at my feet in the shower.”

  Not a second thought on this horizon, honey.

  He let her slide down the length of his body, kissing the tip of her nose. Her legs shook as she took him by the hand answering his question, as she led him to her door. She dug for her key under the mat and slid it into the doorknob.

  Then she froze. Where were the fab three? Oh, God she couldn’t bring him inside with the beauty queens lying around. He’d forget all about her once he got a good look at them. He’d think she was nuts.

  “Alex…we,” his lips grazed hers again. Her nerve endings squeaked. Well the hell with it. Her body was saying yes, telling her brain to shut the hell up. She’d have him right in front of the Barbies and not give a rat�
��s ass.

  The BEAST, purred at her feet as she tugged Alex inside pulling him toward her bedroom. God, please don’t let the flawless girls be in here.

  Nothing. It was as if they’d never been there. The cool exterior of her bedroom soothed her flushed cheeks. Her bed was neatly made with the thick, white comforter and the flowered pillows. The bedside lamp was on, and just beneath the glow, she saw a small package laying on the nightstand. A small square package that hadn’t been there when she’d left.

  A condom. Presumptuous broads, weren’t they?

  Thank God.

  Alex wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled the nape of her neck. Cara let her head fall back on his shoulder as he cupped her breasts thumbing her nipples. Her hands encircled his wrists, groaning with the pleasure his fingers were bringing. Her nipples ached, burning for relief. She was bold and wanton when she turned to face him. This rush of sexual power was turning out to be all right by her.

  An incredible sense of freedom and the heady charge of being all woman hit her like a sledgehammer between her eyes. It was only one night. He’d forget he’d asked her out again after tonight and they could move on to saying polite hellos in the cafeteria.

  So go for it…what are you waiting for? Take control here. Live for the moment and all that Dr. Phil crap.

  Cara leaned into him carefully watching his eyes. They flashed heat and a hint of something almost dangerous as he dragged her body to him. His muscled chest pressed tightly to her breasts, the hardened tips rubbed against the rough fabric of his T-shirt. Her head fell back, as his lips grazed a heated path of moisture over her neck. She responded by wrapping her thighs around his waist. Reaching upward with her hips, she thrust at the hard bulge in his pants. Her desire soaked panties clung to the swollen outline of her pussy. Scooping her up, her dress rode up over her thighs as he carried her to the bed, setting her carefully on the edge.

  “I want you, Alexander Mackenzie,” she whispered into his neck, “so are you going to do me or what?”

  Whoa. Was that her? Damn straight it was. If this shoe thing was all she had, then she was going to get the schtupping of a lifetime.

  She trailed a nail along the length of his hard thigh. Her nipples beaded into tight points as he grabbed her hand and ran it over the thick bulge pressing against his zipper. She heard his groan as he shifted his hips toward her hand.

  “Do you want to be done?” He whispered in her ear licking the outer rim. Cara’s heart began to thud rapidly as he pressed her closer. She rubbed her breasts against his wide chest.

  Oh hell, yes. Do me she mentally screamed! Let’s get it on!

  She felt the flush of heat as he wrapped those big hands around her waist. Her hips met his as he ground his hard cock against her. Cara tried to keep calm thoughts. No screaming “take me now, studmuffin,” she chastised. It just wasn’t very lady like. Remember, mysterious and aloof.

  “Depends on what you’re doing, I guess,” she smiled as her lips hovered over his. A subtle swipe of her tongue over his lower lip brought a shudder from him. Wow, this whole taking control thing was A-okay.

  Wanton hussy.

  Yeah, and what of it? There was nothing wrong with going out and getting what you wanted. She felt his hand cup her breast, warm and confident. Heat shot to her cunt. Nope there was nothing wrong with it at all.

  “Oh, you wouldn’t believe what I can do…” he let the sentence trail off as he took her lips. Cara’s knees trembled when his tongue swept along hers, Silky and hot.

  “Make me a believer,” she said between kisses.

  Well, aren’t we self-assured?

  She felt the cool comforter on her ass as he stepped between her thighs, pressing her flat on the bed. He traced a pattern over the silk of her dress. Cara’s chest rose and fell rapidly when his thumb ran over her tightly beaded nipple. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she slid herself toward him. Her dress scrunched upward revealing her red panties. Alex’s hands swiftly shoved her dress up to reveal her new lace push up bra. Beneath hooded lashes, she watched him take in the scanty material, heard his groan of pleasure. He flicked the clasp open with one finger and leaned over her pressing his lips to hers. As his tongue ran over her mouth, he gently rolled a nipple between his fingers.

  Cara’s body exploded with sensation, every nerve ending centered on his fingers lazily rubbing her tight nipple. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as her hand reached down to cup his cock.

  Holy cock! It was thick and rigid, straining against his jeans.

  She inhaled his groan as she pressed the heel of her hand over his thick length. He trailed kisses along her jaw, feather light as his tongue lashed out to sweep along the column of her neck moving toward her breast. He hovered over her nipple, his hot breath fanning it as he laid his open mouth over the swollen nub.

  Cara gripped his cock when his tongue lapped at her with a swift stroke. The waves of heat he aroused coursed through her like white lightning, as moisture pooled between her legs.

  His large hands gathered the two creamy swells, licking each nipple, then suckling them into tight points. Cara arched upward seeking the moist cavern of his lips as she left his cock to clutch wildly at his hair. She ran her nails over his scalp, letting her legs fall to the floor. Her clit scraped the rough fabric of his jeans, chafing the swollen nub.

  With one last swipe of his tongue, he left her breasts while his hands slid her skirt upward, massaging her thighs. His lips alternately kissed and licked their way over her belly. Oh good gravy, he was going to…Cara held her breath and willed her body to lay still. She tightened her hands into fists at her sides.

  Oh, crap, she’d never… His tongue found its way to the crease in her thigh with a long heated stroke, while he tugged her panties down, smoothing them over her legs to keep her bound at her ankles. Her clit began to throb in rhythm with her heart. Her thighs clenched in a death grip around his waist as his breath whispered over her sensitive clit. Oh hell’s bells, she felt her hips inch toward his mouth, jutting forward encouraging him. He parted the soaked flesh with callused fingers as she began to protest, kissing the smooth lips of her cunt.

  “I don’t think, ah…” His tongue slipped through the swollen flesh with a single deft stroke. Her hips bucked, pinpricks of electricity rippling through her pussy as she arched her back, letting his hands slide under her ass. He massaged the flesh as he stroked her, keeping a perfect rhythm of hands and tongue.

  Bracing herself on the heels of her hands, she kicked her panties off and found herself wrapping her ankles around his neck. The red shoes gleamed in the bedside lamp’s glow, an almost painful reminder of how she’d gotten here. Letting her eyes slide closed she ignored the niggle of doubt and concentrated on the exquisite slide of his lips over her flesh. His soft hair brushed her inner thighs and heightened her senses. Alexander Mackenzie was between her thighs…and it was glorious. His tongue laved her outer lips, slick with the cream of her body, occasionally dipping his lips over her now aching clit.

  Her breath came in quick gasps as he moved to suckle her. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive nub with a swift series of caresses. Silky hot, his tongue slid through her flesh, he drew a finger lightly over the outer lips of her pussy as he licked her. Cara felt the first wave of orgasm assault her as the muscles in her thighs tightened and clenched. At least she thought it was an orgasm. She’d never experienced something so sharp and intense, and… “Oh,” she cried out, stuffing a fist in her mouth to stifle the scream threatening to rip from her throat.

  Instinctively, he urged her body forward, shoving her over the edge when he pressed her flush to his face and buried his tongue deep in her folds of aching pussy. She convulsed as a wave of heat erupted, and she came with her fist firmly planted in her mouth and her legs clenched tightly around his neck.

  He smoothed his hands over her exposed skin, easing the descent she made back to reality. When he ran a hand over her calf and grazed her shoe, s
he tensed.

  “We never took your shoes off,” he said on a chuckle.

  Cara quickly unwound her legs from around his neck, “No, I guess we didn’t get that far, did we?” Her voice sounded foreign to her ears, low and husky. She was mortified. He’d slapped her down on the bed, driven her insane and she’d let him.

  Alex slid her forward and pulled her upward, placing her arms on his broad shoulders. Her fingers curled into his hair, reveling in the soft, thick texture. Alex kissed the top of her head, tilting her chin up so she was forced to look at him.

  “Are you okay? I’m sorry, there’s just something about you…I can’t quite explain it.” She heard the concern in his voice. Was he kidding? She was better than okay, she was euphoric, blissful, elated, and embarrassed and…and well, a whole lot of unidentifiable emotions. And yes, there was something about her. It was called a pair of mac-daddy shoes that had just given her the sexual experience of a lifetime.

  Her smile was tentative. “I’m fine.” Classy response, Cara, very polite.

  He kissed her again, slowly, exploring the recesses of her mouth with his tongue and stealing her breath away. She tasted herself on his tongue and her nipples tightened at the intimacy.

  Again, the torrent of warmth began at the tips of her toes and fired a path straight to her pussy. Her hands dug into his muscled back as she clung to him. She wanted to scream, “Screw me! Do me now!”

  He trailed kisses to her ear and whispered, “Unzip my jeans. Now.” His husky command drove her to distraction.

  She’d waited plenty long enough, she didn’t know how long these shoes were going to be making their magic. Let’s ride this baby home. Her hands fumbled with the zipper, shaking as she reached inside and found his rigid cock. Cara tugged his jeans over his hips as he lifted her dress over her head and slipped her bra off her shoulders.

  His cock sprang free, thick and long. Cara reached out to glide her fingers over the hot silk of rigid flesh.