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  “I swear,” Kay muttered with a hint of jealousy. “Those two can’t seem to keep their hands off one another.”

  “I know and to make it worse, Ronnie kept on coming around and whispering in my ear. He’d come over to me and tell me what he was going to do to me after everyone left.”

  Lacy wound a strand of her hair around and around her finger, stealing glimpses of Jake as often as she could while she listened to Denise. “What did he say?”

  Denise’s tone dropped to a hushed whisper. “He told me how he was going to bend me over the kitchen table, lift my skirt up and lick me until I exploded.”

  Lacy’s breath hitched in her throat and she didn’t have to look to know her panties had darkened with moisture. The familiar little twitch in her clitoris was starting to turn into a pulsing throb. She had to fight the urge to run to the restroom, shut herself in a stall and rub herself between the legs. There had been times she’d gotten this turned on while watching soft-porn or fantasizing about Jake, but she’d never been able to make herself cum. Lacy would get herself to a point, her heart pumping, her body tingling, and then she’d remember the times things had gone bad in bed with Stephen and the good feeling would fade, the sizzle would fizzle.

  “It was amazing, girlfriends,” Denise continued. “I couldn’t wait for the night to be over. I swear to God, I was calling cabs for people who hadn’t even been drinking, I just wanted everyone to get the hell out so Ronnie could deliver on his promises.”

  Lacy had to know. “Did he deliver?”

  “Boy, did he!” Denise flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and thrust her breasts out as if immensely pleased with herself. “He grabbed me around the waist the moment everyone was gone. When he wants to, the man can kiss. I swear, I thought he was going to eat me alive. His hands were on my tits and I was wet in seconds. He didn’t even bother taking me inside, Ronnie just bent me over the picnic table in the yard under a huge cypress and lifted my skirt up and…you know.”

  Lacy was doing her best to keep from coming unglued. She had her hands on Denise’s desk, her fingers bent, she almost wanted to claw the wood in her excitement. “What? Don’t stop now.”

  “The man delivered,” Denise said with satisfaction. “He kissed and licked me between the legs. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. The air, the smell of the fire, the fury of his tongue. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I shook, I trembled—hell, I almost blacked out.”

  Kay nudged her friend with an elbow. “Did he give you an encore?”

  “Another?” Lacy’s eyes got big. Not fair. She couldn’t have one and other people got multiple.

  “Two more, he pushed me on my back and nailed me. The man was insatiable. Ronnie spread my legs and thrust into me so hard and fast that I screamed.” She laughed. “I was afraid the neighbors would call the police. They didn’t. But the next day at the mailbox, I did get a few very jealous looks from several neighbor women.”

  “Wow,” Lacy exclaimed with not a little bit of jealousy in her voice.

  “You need a man.” Kay informed Lacy as if the idea had never occurred to her before.

  Lacy felt a little ashamed. The story had turned her on so much, she knew her cheeks must be flushed. There was no way these two girls could miss how heavy she was breathing. Nervously, she smoothed her hair with her fingers. “I just can’t get all these curls to behave in this heat,” she murmured, trying to get the focus off her reaction to Denise’s story.

  “I hear ya there,” Kay commiserated with a bit of pity in her voice. “I’m glad I can get all those fancy products through our supplier for the spa. Without them, my hair would be a tangled mess. Not that you need it, you sorta have this Little Miss Muffet thing going on but if you want me to, I’ll order you some anti-frizz spray next time I put in our order.”

  “That’d be great, Kay. Thank you.” Lacy was relieved the subject was changed.

  “Time to go to work, ladies,” Denise said after seeing a co-worker walk by.

  Lacy rose, headed down the hall and started walking toward the doors which led to the patio.

  “Where are you going?” Kay asked as she started toward the spa.

  “I have another big meeting today with Mr. Barnes,” Lacy replied. “I’m going to run back to my place and try to tame my hair before it starts.” That wasn’t all she was going to try and do, but a confession like that would just embarrass her. Kay eyed her suspiciously, but she didn’t say any more.

  Lacy ran as fast as her legs would take her. She’d run cross country in high school and still liked to go for runs whenever possible. It helped calm her down. When she reached her condo, she clumsily dropped the whole set of keys. Damn! Being the events coordinator for the resort meant she had a ring full of keys and Lacy fumbled at her back door to find the right one. When she finally located it, she swept through it in a rush. Her bed stared at her from across the room and she moved toward it quickly, shrugging off her modest suit coat in the process.

  A familiar struggle within Lacy’s body made itself known with a vengeance. Her mind and her body were on separate pages. “I can do this,” she scolded herself and sat down on the edge of her bed. Her whole body ached, from her nipples to the sensitive place between her legs. Sadly, she knew it would pass if she just busied her mind with something else. Today, seeing Jake looking so sexy and hearing Denise’s risqué tale had awakened a desperate hunger within her and Lacy thought today could be the big day. Oh heck, she could be a little late for work if it meant finally experiencing her first orgasm. To Lacy, it would be a validation. Being able to experience pleasure would mean she was normal. With that knowledge, she would be more confident, she could go after what and who she wanted. In other words, this was important. This was huge.

  With a mix of hope and trepidation, Lacy closed her eyes and kicked off the shoes she’d donned for work. Oh, how she wished she was the kind of girl who wore high stiletto heels, maybe the bold footwear would help her feel more confident with her sexuality and more beautiful all around.

  Seeking inspiration, Lacy got up from the bed and went to the window, longing to catch a glimpse of Jake. If today was going to be the day it finally happened for her, he’d be her inspiration even if he never knew it. Quickly, Lacy scanned the grounds she could see from her window. There was a construction crew gathered around a big backhoe, but Jake wasn’t with them. “Damn!” she fussed and threw herself onto the bed.

  Lacy was as wet as she’d ever been, her nipples crying out to be touched. With trembling fingers, she opened her blouse and unclasped the hook in the front of her bra. She’d suffered through many unsuccessful attempts at masturbating in the past, but her brain had always foiled her. This time she’d try the element of surprise and get right down to it.

  Trying to hold on to the explicit details Denise had recounted and the hot image of Jake, Lacy began to play with her breasts, rubbing the puffy pink nipples between her fingers. Stephen had been a selfish lover, only interested in his own release. He’d never spent enough time on her body for her to get aroused, much less cum. As usual the bad memories came. These were what always kept her from having an orgasm. According to Stephen, Lacy’s breasts were too small. Maybe they were. But they were sensitive. The nearest she’d ever come to an orgasm had been when she played with her own nipples, milking the tender buds and imagining the man of her dreams was sucking on them, kneading them in his hands, enjoying what her body could offer him.

  Visions of Jake invaded her mind. She pictured him walking across the green without a shirt, his body flexing as he moved. Oh, how she’d love to run her fingers over his abs, lean up and kiss him. Jake had the look of a man who’d enjoy sex, who’d take what he needed from a woman and demand she find equal pleasure. That was what she needed, a lover who’d command her body, draw out the response with touch, tongue and cock—the response she so yearned to give. Lacy lay back flat on the bed and began to rub and pull on her nipples with one hand while the other
moved to her leg. She lifted her hips, letting one finger trail up her thigh until it reached her wet panties. Her clit was pulsing, as big and hard as a little pink cherry and she strummed it through her panties a few times before thrusting her hand down the front of her underwear.

  Gasping with anticipation, Lacy found her sex was slick with arousal. Now if she could only loosen up. Past failures made her tense, but she wanted this so badly. Pushing one finger inside of herself, she coated it with cream and spread it up over her clit. Brushing it firmly, she dragged the pad of her middle finger across it with pressure. It felt good.

  More images of Jake invaded her brain—how he’d hold her, undress her, kiss her body until she was vibrating. God, how she wanted him. He was a good man, a kind man. If only…Lacy bit her bottom lip as an unfamiliar feeling started to overtake her. The pulse started in her clit and fanned out all over her lower body. Her pussy quaked, tightening around a cock that unfortunately wasn’t there. Earlier she’d seen Jake standing on the first tee, the taut, hard muscles of his shoulders working as he spoke with his hands. God, Lacy would’ve given anything for him to be here right now, filling the emptiness between her thighs. She knew without a doubt that he could give her what she craved, be the catalyst which finally opened the gate to the land of wondrous orgasms.

  With her eyes tightly shut, Lacy bucked her hips, imagining Jake pumping deep inside her vagina, sliding into her soft folds over and over again, showing her what real male power felt like. Was this finally it? Her legs began to shake, she milked her nipples hard, the breath in her chest coming faster and faster. “Oh, God!” Lacy cried out to the empty room.

  This was it! This was it! Almost. Almost.

  And then…disaster.

  The familiar tone of her cell phone ringing snatched out a cruel hand and pulled her back just as she was about to go careening off the cliff of ecstasy. Damn! “No, no, no, no,” Lacy cried with one palm over her face and the other smacking the bed beside her. With a huff of frustration, she reached into the pocket of her coat and took the phone out.

  “Jenny, you bitch!” she yelled at the name on the screen. Then, “Hello,” Lacy said in a pleasant but labored tone when she answered the call.

  “Lacy, where are you?” her assistant Jenny asked over the phone. “The old man you’re meeting with showed up early and he’s looking for you. I told him you just stepped out, but that you’d be back soon.”

  Almost about to cry, Lacy held the phone to her ear with her shoulder, clasping the hook in the front of her bra closed and doing her blouse back up. Glancing at the time on the clock, she sighed. “He’s a half hour early. Give him a cup of coffee and tell him I’m on my way.”

  “Where are you? You sound like you’re out of breath.”

  If you only knew. She thought. “I had to come back to my condo to get something. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  The run back across the parking lot was a quick one, and it had to be because Denise had been right about the weather. Lacy was halfway across the parking lot when the clouds opened up and began dumping water. She squealed and covered her head with her tiny clutch. At least now she wouldn’t have to worry about the frizz problem. Could things get any worse? Why couldn’t something good happen to her, at least once, like Jake asking her out on a date and giving her a mind-blowing climax. Yea, that sounded like a plan.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Lacy raced as fast as she could, her eyes cast down on the pavement, watching every step she took. No doubt there were crowds gathered around their windows watching the storm and the last thing she needed was to take a spill in front of a couple dozen people. She rounded the corner and finally made it to the safety of the front doors. Bringing her purse down from over her head, Lacy shook off the rain water and looked at herself in the reflection of the big windows. “Not too bad,” she said, doing her best to lift her own spirits. Her hair had gotten a little bit wet, but she didn’t look like the drowned rat she’d been expecting to resemble.

  “Might want to do up your jacket,” a strong male voice said beside her.

  Lacy froze. This was beginning to be a habit. Yes, when she turned, Jake was right there, leaning against the beige brick wall with his arms folded across his thick chest. “What did you say?” She finally managed to ask.

  “Before you go in, you might want to button your coat or you’re going to give everybody a thrill,” Jake said, gesturing with his hand at her open blouse.

  Not understanding, Lacy looked down and found her white blouse clinging to her chest, her light green bra very visible through the fabric. Good gravy! “Dang, I’m so sorry.” Lacy squeaked, clasping her small purse in front of her chest. She’d wanted him to see her bra one day, but this wasn’t how she’d envisioned it going down.

  Jake chuckled. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not.”

  “What’s so funny?” Lacy inquired, embarrassed. After all the things she’d been daydreaming about them doing together, finding herself in a situation like this with Jake was almost more than she could bear.

  “You’re gonna need a bigger purse than that,” he said with a wry smile. The teasing and ribbing he’d taken from those three dating service women came to mind. It was clear, if you gave those three an inch, they’d take a mile. And if they’d mentioned Lacy Allen once, her name had come up a dozen times. But they were right, she was cute as a bug.

  Humiliated, Lacy was absolutely humiliated. She didn’t have that much contact with Jake, surely not as much as she’d like to have. And here she was, standing in front of him, giving him his very own private wet T-shirt contest. What to do? She wanted to look at him, see his expression. Did he like what he saw? Maybe she should try to get the attention off of herself. Yea, that would be smart. “Too wet to work?” she asked timidly. Hell, she could relate. After fantasizing about the gorgeous man in front of her, her panties were still soaked and she hadn’t even gotten to enjoy what could have been a satisfying finish.

  Jake stepped out to the edge of the overhang. “I’ll tell you one thing, I’m from here, grew up in Sabine Parish. And there’s one thing about this place, it can be hot as hell but a storm can come up in a heartbeat.” He stuck his hand out and cupped it, instantly his palm filled with water. “I left as soon as I got out of high school, went to Arizona where it hardly ever rains. But here, rain can come out of nowhere and before you know it, you’re all wet.”

  You’ve gotten me wet more times than you could ever guess. Lacy thought to herself as she pulled the translucent material of her blouse from her overheated skin. “It’s been wreaking havoc with my hair,” she said, enjoying the few moments she was getting to spend with him.

  “You haven’t been here that long, have you? You get used to the humidity.” His voice was warm, husky and gave Lacy chill bumps.

  As Jake began to walk back to her, she held the clutch up in front of her chest. He’d done a better job of getting to shelter before the storm had come, but his shirt was still spattered with drops of rain and sweat and clung to his broad shoulders, showing every ridge and ripple of the muscles. “No, not long,” Lacy answered as he approached. “I moved from Omaha, Nebraska, so this climate was a shock to me. Why did you decide to come back? Didn’t you like Arizona?” Mr. Barnes, her appointment, was inside waiting for her, impatiently she had no doubt. Sure she was late, but Lacy couldn’t make her legs move to carry her away. She’d much rather be with Jake than avoid the wrath of Percy Barnes.

  Jake lifted a hand to his head and took off his cap. It had the Willow Cove logo on it and a thin faded white sweat line from the hard work he’d been doing lately. “Why did I decide to come back? Money, mostly,” he said, laughing and running a hand through his tightly cropped hair. “They offered me a deal I couldn’t pass up. Plus, I needed to mend some family fences.” Lacy felt her blood pressure escalate as she noted the few strands of silver mixed in with all of that dark sable brown. It looked soft to the touch. And she wanted to touch. He went on with his explanatio
n. “But I don’t plan on staying forever. As soon as I finish this job, I’m out of here. I need to get out of Louisiana.”

  “You’re leaving?” The news hit her like a ton of bricks.

  He smiled gently, seemingly deep in thought. “Not anytime soon, I don’t have an offer yet and I wouldn’t walk off this job until it’s finished. That’s just not my style.”

  Sadness cascaded over her like the rain had earlier. “I hate that,” she confessed. “You seem very nice.”

  “Hey.” Jake stepped a bit closer to her. “I’m not gone yet. And I’d appreciate you not telling anyone what I said. I’d hate to be fired for making future plans.”

  “Oh, I’d never say anything. You can count on me.”

  “What were you doing out in this bad weather?” he asked, as if reluctant to end their conversation.

  “I had to run back to my place for something. Living onsite can be handy.” Lacy lived at Willow Cove. Accommodations had been part of the incentive package to come work as the events coordinator for the resort. Sure there was a downside, since she never really got away from work because she lived only a few steps away. But it also meant she was never alone, and that was important. Much of Lacy’s life had been spent without the company of peers, just her family and she wanted to spread her wings and fly a bit. But now she’d learned Jake didn’t plan on hanging around very long—just her luck. If Lacy was going to have any shot at Jake at all, she was going to have to put some plans in motion. And fast.

  “Where do they have you set up?” Jake asked.

  She was so deep in thought, his question startled her. “One of the condos.” She pointed past the clubhouse toward the golf course. Lacy’s mouth was literally watering, this was the longest she’d ever spent in Jake’s presence and his gray eyes were making her even more nervous. Surely he had to know the effect he had on women.