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  I felt like I was letting him down, but that was better than running the risk of giving my own interest in Marlena away. That would hurt Mark and I didn’t want that.

  Chapter Three

  I guess I was hoping that by ignoring the situation, things would somehow magically right themselves. By that I meant either Mark would lose interest in Marlena or she and I would discover we were no longer attracted to each other. But since I’d been fixated on her for well over six months, there was no chance of that happening…at least for me.

  But any luck I’d ever had seemed to have ran out when I walked in on Brenda with her two lovers. That was clear when I opened the door the following Saturday afternoon and found Marlena on my doorstep.

  “Hi, Paul.”

  Her voice was husky and inviting and I immediately felt that unwanted stirring of desire. Our eyes met and I knew that nothing had changed for either of us.

  Mark still felt the same way too. I forced myself to look past her down the drive. “Mark just left. If you hurry, you can catch him. He’s going to Tacony Creek Park to play softball.”

  “I know,” she said quietly. “I saw him leave.”

  Oh hell. Don’t do this. “Then why are you here?”

  “It’s you I wanted to see, Paul.”

  “Why?” I deliberately assumed an unfriendly tone.

  She sighed. “You know why, Paul. Can I come in?”

  “No.” I shook my head and took an involuntary step back as she moved forward.

  She stopped and bit her lip. “Paul, please. I just want to talk. Believe me, I won’t bite you.”

  “There’s nothing that you and I need to talk about,” I said.

  She shook her head. “You are incredible. You think ignoring how we feel will change anything?”

  “How we feel? Aren’t you jumping to conclusions? I don’t feel anything for you.”

  She lifted her chin and stared into my eyes. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  She inhaled sharply and then stepped close. “The hell you don’t.” Without any warning, her hand shot out. She cupped it over my cock, which roared to life.

  I jerked back, pushing her hand away. “Are you insane?!”

  “No, but I am determined to get what I want. And I want you. Let me in, Paul.”

  I never meant to let her inside the house, but she had a way of saying my name that made me feel as if I was the only man in her world. I’m not sure how many men could hold up against such a feeling. I just knew I couldn’t.

  Before I knew it, I was backing away from the door. Moments later, she was inside the kitchen, pressed tight against me.

  I shook my head. “We can’t do this.”

  She placed her palms on my chest. “Oh yes we can.”

  “I can’t do it. He trusts me to do the right thing.”

  “He and I have never been any more than friends. We’ve never even kissed. You’re not betraying him, Paul, because there’s no relationship to betray.” She slid her hands up my chest and linked her arms around my neck.

  I was a breath away from being lost in a haze of need.

  She pressed her mouth against mine.

  At the feel of her lips, all desire to resist our mutual attraction vanished.

  I slipped my arms around her and pressed my tongue against her lips.

  They parted.

  Sliding my hands down from her waist, I cupped my palms over her ass and pulled her tongue into my mouth.

  She returned my kiss and pushed closer.

  Her breasts felt full and heavy against me. I tightened my hands on her ass. Then, determined to kiss her until she stopped me, I pressed her back against the kitchen wall.

  Instead of making any effort to stop me, her soft, full lips caressed and stoked my passions. She rocked her hips against me.

  Oh damn. Within moments, I was totally lost in the aroma, feel, and taste of her.

  I kissed her with a hungry need I couldn’t control. When I felt her nipples hardening, I slid one hand between our bodies to rub against her breasts.

  She moaned against my mouth before she stroked her fingers through my hair and slid her lips across my cheek.

  I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse until she reached down to unbutton them. Apparently she had a front fastening bra because moments later, I felt her bare breasts with the hardened nipples.

  Oh damn. Nice.

  Running the tip of her tongue over my neck, she filled my ears with the soft sounds of her arousal.

  Feeling as if I’d burst if I couldn’t quickly slide my cock in her pussy, I groaned and pulled out of her arms.

  We stood staring at each other, both of our breathing fast and erratic.

  With her blouse unbuttoned, her lovely breasts were on display. They were round and full like two large grapefruits with sexy, dark nipples. Staring at them, I felt a surge of need so strong, that there was no use trying to deny it.

  I reached my hand down to rub against my cock stretched out along my thigh. “Strip for me, baby.”

  After a brief hesitation, she removed her blouse and her bra. She kicked off her strapless sandals. Her skirt followed, leaving her standing naked except for the dark pink thong that revealed her pussy. Unshaved. Just the way I liked it.

  “You’re overdressed,” I told her, still rubbing my palm against my cock.

  She slowly removed her thong.

  “Damn. You’re a pretty woman with a beautiful body. Let’s see the backend.”

  She turned.

  Her ass was beautiful—dark, round, and big enough to shake as we fucked.

  She glanced at me over her shoulder before she turned back to face me.

  I inhaled slowly and allowed my gaze to feast on her body as she stood, nude and so gloriously unashamed before me. The sight of her smooth, dark, luscious flesh with the big, firm breasts and fragrant pussy exposed to my gaze, made me ache.

  “See enough?” she asked in a low, sexy voice.

  Seeing her naked and so clearly as hungry to feel my dick sliding into her pussy as I was, made all thought but fucking her unimportant. Dismissing all thoughts of Mark, I nodded.

  “Then why aren’t you naked with your cock buried inside my pussy already?”

  Oh fuck! What man could resist such an invitation?

  I undressed in record time, revealing my erect cock.

  She licked her lips. “Now that’s what I need inside me—a man‘s cock.” She reached out and closed her fingers around my cock.

  I nearly came on the spot.

  She slid her other hand under my balls and gently pumped me. “This is what I need…what I have to have. Let’s go to bed where you can show me how well you can use this beauty.”

  When I didn’t answer or move, she glanced around the kitchen. “Unless you want to have me here.”

  I stared at her.

  “You can have me against the wall, on the island, or on the floor. I really don’t care where you take me. Just take me. Please.”

  Oh damn, but she made me hot.

  “Not here,” I said. “Let’s go to bed.”

  “Which way?” she asked.

  “Through the door and down the hall to the staircase. My room is at the head of the stairs.”

  Keeping her fingers wrapped around my cock, she led me to my bedroom.

  Once there, she pushed me down onto the side of the bed.

  I rolled onto my back with my legs apart.

  Standing over me, she trailed her fingernails down from my neck and abs to my cock. “You have a perfect body. I can’t wait to feel it crushing me against the mattress.”

  I patted the bed. “You’re wasting time.”

  Smiling, she got on the bed and settled herself on me.

  I glanced down. My dick was mere inches from her slit.

  I ran my palms over her breasts. “You know there are laws against torture,” I told her.

  Closing her fingers around my shaft, she rubbed it along the length
of her pussy. “Someone sounds impatient.”

  “Someone is on the verge of taking what he needs,” I warned.

  Her smile widened. “I adore a big, handsome, muscled man prepared to take what he wants.”

  “Needs,” I corrected her, inching my hips forward until the head of my dick brushed her slit.

  “I need you too,” she whispered, driving her hips forward.

  “Oh, shit!” I groaned and closed my eyes as the most incredible sensations shot through me as my cock slowly plowed into the tight warmth of her pussy. I’d never felt anything half as good that first slow slide inside her. My excitement warred with an unexpected feeling of belonging. Being inside her was like finding my way home after a long, dangerous journey.

  For the first time in my life, I felt as if I were inside a woman who had been born to excite and totally enchant me while fulfilling my deepest fantasies. My desire to fuck her senseless vanished. This was too good to rush through. I wanted to savor each second of this.

  Sliding my hands up from her hips to her back, I pressed forward.

  She responded by stretching out on top of me.

  I curled my fingers in her hair and brought her mouth down to mine.

  As I devoured her lips, I slid my hands down to cup her ass. I caressed and slapped it several times before I felt the need to lie on top of her. Then I rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs with my cock buried deep inside her.

  She clutched me close.

  Lying on top of her with her breasts crushed under my chest, I kissed her and made leisurely love to her, stroking my cock in and out of her slowly so we could both enjoy each long, deep stroke. Damn her pussy was delicious.

  Apparently she felt the same about my cock because she wrapped her arms and legs around me and met me thrust for thrust, sweet, deep kiss for kiss. Every time I felt her lips against mine, and her pussy massaging and welcoming my cock back inside, I lost another piece of my heart.

  I experienced an explosion of lust and love I’d never expected to feel. It was so intense, I wanted to make our first time together last forever…or at least until I was sure she had come. But I had never felt so overwhelmed by sex before. I had no experience to draw on. I couldn’t hold on. Despite my efforts to hold off my climax, I lost control. Shuddering with pleasure, I slid my hands under her body to grab her ass and flooded her with my seed. My release was so explosive that, I came longer than I ever had before.

  When I finally stopped coming, I collapsed on top of her, shivering and embarrassed. To make matters worse, my cock deflated and I was too emotionally drained to get it up again. “Damn! I’m sorry!” I whispered against her ear.

  She pressed a hot kiss against my mouth. “Don’t be, Paul.”

  “You didn’t come,” I whispered against her ear, so please don’t try and pretend you did.”

  “No, I didn’t,” she admitted. “But sometimes I don’t. Even then, if I’m with someone I really care about, the act of just making love is reward enough for me.”

  “Yeah, right.” I rolled off her and lay on my back.

  She leaned over me, trailing her fingers over my chest. “I’m serious, Paul. Coming is an incredible high, but it’s not everything…not when I’m with someone I care about.” She slid her body on top of mine and smiled down at me.

  Damn, but she was more woman than I’d ever met. I fucked her without protection, came before she did, left her unsatisfied, and she managed to make me feel as if I’d done her a favor. How the hell could a man do anything but fall a little more in love with such a woman?

  “You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Marlena.”

  She grinned and climbed off me. “Yes, I am.”

  “But I am sorry about blowing my wad too soon.”

  “Don’t be. It means you owe me. How do you feel about hot, raunchy fucks?”

  I shuddered with lust and turned onto my side. “They make me come and come.”

  “Good. Then you can owe me one,” she whispered, and curled her beautiful, naked body against my back, spoon fashion. She tossed an arm around my body, resting her palm on my chest.

  Moments later, her even breathing told me she was asleep.

  I was tired too, but sleeping was out of the question. For one thing, I was afraid of Mark walking in and finding us together. For another, I was too ashamed. Of all the single women in the city, I’d bedded the one that Mark wanted.

  Suddenly, I felt like a dirty, slimy piece of filth. Trying not to wake her, I lifted her arm from across my body and moved towards the edge of the bed. But she scooted across the bed after me and curled her body against my back again, murmuring my name softly in her sleep.

  I waited several minutes before I eased out of the bed and went into the bathroom.

  After a quick shower, I went back to the bedroom, dressed, and then sat on the side of the bed watching her sleep. She had rolled onto her stomach. I was hard pressed not to strip naked, part her lovely nether cheeks, and ease my cock into her ass.

  I nearly wet my pants when I thought I heard the front door. I remembered that both our clothes were scattered all over the kitchen floor. Fuck! My clothes there wouldn’t be a big deal but having Mark find hers there would be disastrous.

  I ran from the room and rushed down the steps. I could not allow Mark to find her discarded clothes before I could explain what had happened. Nor could I allow him to come upstairs and find a naked Marlena asleep in my bed with my cum trickling down one of her dark, lovely thighs.

  But it was just my guilty conscience kicking in. We were alone in the house. To ensure Mark couldn’t surprise us, I put the chains on both the front and back doors. Then I went back upstairs to wake Marlena.

  She smiled sleepily up at me and I felt my heart thumping painfully. She was so sexy and beautiful!

  “Paul.” She stretched out her arms. “Take off your clothes and come let me feast my eyes, lips, and pussy on that big, hard beautiful body of yours, darling.”

  Oh, shit she made it difficult to think of anything but sex! “No,” I said, my voice brusque.

  She rolled onto her back and parted her long, lovely legs. The bunched up sheet covered her breasts but left her lower body bare. “Why not? Didn’t I please you earlier?” She compressed her stomach.

  I nodded, staring at her pussy, watching my cum oozing from it. Oh, fuck that looked so sexy. But I could not afford to lose my head and get back into bed with her. And I sure as hell couldn’t cum inside her again. “You know you did.”

  She licked her lips. “Your cum is sliding out of me. My pussy is empty. Come fill it up again.”

  Such sexy talk turned me on, but with the edge off my sexual hunger, I had a clearer head. I should have hurried her out of my home but I couldn’t summon the will to do that.

  Instead I joined her in bed. But when she rubbed her nude body against me, I shook my head. “I want to talk.”

  “Talk? You have a naked, horny woman in your bed and you want to talk?”

  “Yes. I want to talk.”

  She kissed my cheek and cuddled against me. “I like that in a man,” she said. “I want to know everything about you, Paul.”

  I told her about my failed marriage and determination not to marry again.

  She sighed when I fell silent. “I’m sorry marriage was such a miserable experience for you but surely you know it doesn’t have to be that way, Paul. You must know people who are very happily married and committed to each other.”

  “They’re outnumbered by the couples I know who are miserable together as well as the ones who are delighted to be divorced.”

  “So if you happen to fall in love what are you going to tell the woman? That you’ve been screwed once and she has to pay for it?”

  Put like that she made my desire to remain single—even if I fell in love sound downright unreasonable. But I wasn’t buying into her game. As far as I was concerned with marriage, it was one and done for me.

  “Let’
s talk about you now.”

  “What do you want to know?” she asked.

  “Everything.” I listened in silence as she admitted she wanted to get married and have a family. “Have you ever been in love?”

  “No. I was too focused on getting through high school and college without getting pregnant that I never really allowed myself to have more than a few heavy crushes. I’ve never been in love but I want to be.”

  Whoever she fell in love with would be one lucky bastard. I sighed, realizing how time was slipping away from us. “It’s getting late. You’d better get showered and dressed before Mark gets back.”

  As she sat up, the sheet I’d drawn over her slid down to her waist, leaving her beautiful breasts bare. She made no effort to cover herself and I couldn’t look away from her.

  “Mark will have to know about us sooner or later. I think sooner is better. Don’t you, darling?”

  The idea of telling Mark I’d slept with the woman he adored sent me into a panic. “No! And I am not your darling!”

  She stared up at me. “What?”

  I shrugged. “What don’t you understand? Sleeping with you was a mistake.”

  I had to avert my gaze because I couldn’t bear to see the wounded look in her dark eyes. Knowing I’d hurt her just made me angrier. I yanked at the sheet until it covered her pussy and breasts. “Now will you please get your ass up already?”

  “What?!”

  I met her gaze again and steeled myself against the pain I suspected I was inflicting on her. Right then all I cared about was getting her out of my bed before Mark showed up. If someone had to be hurt, better her than Mark.

  “What just happened between us didn’t mean anything to you. Did it, Paul? You just wanted a woman to have sex with. Now that you’ve had your fun, I get kicked out on my ass?”

  It hadn’t been like that, but I could see how she might feel that way. If I’d had the time, I would have tried to explain that I hadn’t just wanted sex, but I couldn’t risk Mark finding us together in my bedroom.

  When I didn’t answer, she wrapped the sheet around herself and pushed me.