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  He swept a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I feel like I’m not treating you very well. I want to wine you and dine you and sweep you off your feet. It’s what you deserve. It’s what I want. I know this isn’t a fleeting thing.”

  “How do you know? Maybe it’s just lust?”

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  He chuckled. “Yes, I want to make love to you and tell you I love you. But you know I’m not just saying that to get into your pants, right?”

  “No, I’m pretty sure you’re sincere.”

  “I am. Yet, if I try to tell you I’m serious, I’m afraid you’ll say we’re moving too fast.”

  She chuckled. “Probably.”

  “But we’re not. We’ve known each other since my partner introduced us over a year ago. His girlfriend is your best friend, so we’ve run into each other or been at the same functions plenty of times. You and I have always hit it off as friends. How long am I supposed to wait to have a passionate, love affair with you?”

  She didn’t answer and Tyler struggled to push down his aggravation.

  “So maybe I could take you to Acapulco, if you don’t want to go to Monterey. No one will recognize you there.” Tyler glided a finger up her neck. It tickled and Lexie chuckled scrunching her head and shoulder together. “No. What if we fight? I’d be stuck with you until my plane ticket said I could go home.”

  “We won’t fight.”

  “How do you know? I can be a typical Cancer. I might get my feelings hurt, then pout. If you don’t think you did anything wrong, I’ll get mad. If that doesn’t get through, I’ll cry. Then you’ll get sick of my moods and—”

  “I’ll kiss your tears away.” He kissed her face to illustrate the point. When their lips parted he asked, “You’re a Cancer, huh? Your birthday must be in the next five days.”

  “How did you know that?”

  “You’d be surprised by some of the things I know. I’m a Leo and the sun sign changes from Cancer to Leo in five days. You say you want to know things about me but how can you learn if we don’t spend a good amount of quality time together?”

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  you, so when you’re thirty-nine, I’ll be fifty-one—why me? What the hell are you thinking?”

  Tyler took her glass from her hand and set it down. He kissed her again and again.

  “You tell me. What am I thinking?”

  “Haven’t a clue,” Lexie said, smirking.

  “Try,” he whispered. Holding her gaze, he took her hand in his and with the other one he ran the tips of his fingers lightly over her palm. She shivered. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes. “Good Lord. You distract me when you do that.”

  “Then concentrate. What am I thinking?”

  Her eyes remained closed but a smile crept over her face. “I don’t think that’s legal in our state.”

  “It is between consenting adults,” he whispered.

  “Mmm. However, I’m not consenting yet and I don’t want to start anything that might be hard to stop.”

  “When’s your birthday? At least let me do something special for you then.”

  “I have to wait for my birthday to have kinky sex with you?”

  He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. Okay. There are two ways to handle this. We can continue to sneak around, fooling no one but ourselves…”

  “Or?”

  “Or the other choice is to flaunt our relationship openly and dare anyone to voice an opinion about it. Let me take you out, show you a great time, treat you right.”

  Lexie opened her eyes and asked, “Isn’t there something other than those two choices?”

  “Sure, we could elope.”

  His words struck her in the chest like an unexpected fastball. She couldn’t have been more shocked. Once she recovered, she burst out laughing and nearly choked trying to stop.

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  “Don’t laugh at me.”

  “Sorry. I thought I was laughing with you. You were trying to be funny, right? This is, after all, our first real date.”

  “So?”

  “Look, I love your outrageous self-confidence, even if it’s absurd sometimes. But regardless, I’m ignoring what you just said. I know you’re a fun person and I like spending time with you but I don’t think we have to be all that serious yet.”

  “Okay. How much fun can we have?” He ran his fingers up her arm to her neck and over her lips. The electricity raised goose bumps to the surface. As he leaned toward her mouth, she pulled back and stammered, “I—I need a little fun, some laughs and I need to give my heart a rest.”

  “I can give you all the fun and laughs you can stand but I’m going to try to make your heart warm up to me.”

  Her heart was already plenty warm and pounding.

  “In all honesty,” he whispered, “I’m hoping it will lead us to commitment and I don’t care if you know that.”

  She had to chuckle. “I appreciate the honest approach.”

  He ran his fingers over her hair around to the back of her head and pulled the sticks out of her bun. With his hands in her falling hair, he drew her mouth to his, kissing her with both passion and tenderness. He shifted his body without letting go of her lips. Lexie experienced the odd sensation of losing control, falling, as he lowered her to the couch.

  His kisses moved to her ear and neck. He pulled at the ribbon holding the top of her peasant blouse closed. Earlier she had thought about leaving the ribbon untied and letting the top fall open anyway, though she wondered if it might send the wrong message. Now she wondered if it might be the right message and maybe she was just being stubborn.

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  “I love this,” she moaned as he moved his warm hands into her cleavage, over her breasts, teasing her erect nipples.

  “Mmm. So do I,” he whispered.

  “Wait, though,” she pleaded.

  Tyler looked up tentatively. “Why? I was tempting you, not forcing you.”

  Lexie just wanted to buy a few minutes of time while she slowed the pace. “I—I need to eat. I’m starving.”

  When she saw the look of disappointment briefly flit over his face, she added, “I want to have the energy to enjoy all this fun you and I are going to have.”

  Tyler grinned and pulled her upright by her hands.

  Lexie left her blouse untied as she took their glasses of wine to the table. When she noticed how his eyes wandered over her, she had to admit that he made her feel feminine and ultra-desirable.

  She placed Tyler’s plate in front of him. He caught her hand and said, “Now give me your plate too.”

  Lexie leaned back and looked at him with a curious expression. She must have known he had something up his sleeve but she did as he asked. With both plates in front of him and still holding Lexie’s hand he slid his chair back and patted his lap.

  “You want me to sit on your lap and eat?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  She hesitated, giving him that same strange look. “You’re a puzzle, Tyler Black.”

  Yet she eased herself down onto his lap.

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  was delighted when she mirrored his devious look in understanding and slid her mouth around the warm, spicy roll.

  “Mmm.” She slid her lips back, without biting down and then licked the melted cheese that had oozed from the burrito’s folded end.

  Tyler may have thought of the game but she had raised the stakes right away. That wasn’t all she had raised. She must have been able to feel his h
ard-on. His cock practically reached up and nudged her and she was sitting right on it. Tyler’s other hand slipped between her legs. He was glad she was wearing a skirt, even if it was a long one.

  He began gathering the material in a bunch on her leg as his fingers walked the thin material up to where he wanted it—all the way up.

  Fortunately, her non-cooperation had ended and she parted her legs. She placed her mouth around the burrito again and this time as Tyler slipped his hand under the skirt, into her panties and pressed right on her clit she bit down partway and moaned. 51

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  Tyler was stroking her favorite, highly sensitized erogenous zone. As she leaned back, she was afraid she might choke and ruin the mood. She pulled the battered burrito out of her mouth and tossed it, not even aiming at the table. It hit the floor. Tyler may have taken it as a hint and pushed the dishes aside.

  Without stopping his massage, he managed to move the lit candles out of the way. Everything else went flying with a sweep of his hand. A moment later, he stopped long enough to lift her off his lap and lay her onto the table. He pulled her panties off, sat in his chair and leaned in to feast on the same electrified area. She rested her quivering legs on either side of his neck and moaned while he teased her tender clit with his tongue. Her mind blanked. She could only concentrate on the jolts of pleasure that promised ecstasy. She held on to the edges of the table as he sent her climbing higher and higher. He was relentless and, God, she wanted him.

  “Please—please…” was all she could gasp. As if he could sense her powerful buildup, he licked her trembling clit and caressed her body without mercy until she came and came hard.

  She thrashed and arched off the table. If he hadn’t been holding onto her, she might have rolled off the table and crashed onto the floor. He finally pulled away and showed his white, dimpled smile, glistening with her succulence while she lay limp and panting.

  He began unbuttoning his shirt. “This is like eating take-out burritos with the wrappers on.”

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  blouse over her head. Once off, she flung it sideways not watching or caring where it landed.

  Tyler finished removing his shirt and she watched him pull off his belt and drop his jeans while her chest heaved. He pulled at her skirt and she whispered breathlessly, “I’ll do it. Saves time. Can’t wait.”

  He grinned and removed his underwear in one fast swoop. Damn, he was gorgeous in the nude. His thick cock had jumped up and waved at her as soon as he had freed it. She tugged the zipper of her skirt with such force that she heard a few stitches pop. Oh well. Sometimes in the name of spontaneity, sacrifices had to be made. She whipped the skirt over her hips and kicked it off. Let it fall where it may. Tyler climbed onto the table and advanced over her. He stopped to suck her breasts.

  She began to moan and pushed at him. “No. It’s your turn,” she said. She grabbed his solid body and pulled him forward, forcing him to crawl on his knees until his cock was level with her mouth. She laved his hard erection until it was slick, then took it in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and down the shaft in an everdeepening spiral until he tensed all over and moaned. Then she began raising and lowering her head so she could slide her lips up and down the long shaft with a quickening rhythm. She intended to be just as merciless as he was. His moans intensified as she took him in deep—as deep as she could and then she sucked harder.

  “Dear God, woman!” His face attested to the fact that he was deeply enjoying the pleasure-filled torment. “Wait,” he gasped. “I can’t take much more of that.” When she opened her mouth he backed down the table on his knees and paused to suck her breasts again.

  She cupped his head with her hand and let him kiss, nip and suck her breasts thoroughly until her womb clenched. She arched and moaned, feeling like she might come again, simply from his relentless attention to her breasts. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

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  At last, he slid down to the end of the table and stepped off. He grasped her pelvis and with one swift motion he pulled her hips to the table’s edge. She wrapped her legs around his body and he positioned his reddened tip right in front of her. Testing her wet and waiting core with his fingers, he stared intensely into her eyes without blinking.

  She pulled him toward her with her heels and he inserted his stiff cock inside her. She arched and moaned as he penetrated deeply. Once he had established his rhythm, his thumb found her clitoris again and she trembled. Her moaning and breathing deepened. Tyler’s face reflected his own mounting pleasure. Her throat made an involuntary gurgling sound as she lost control. She crashed over the edge and shattered into a thousand pieces of bliss. Panting, she tried to recover from her orgasm while he continued to drive in and out of her. Her build-up followed and soon she heard her voice yelling, “Oh God, Oh, God!” This time they went over the edge together, spasming, shaking, grunting and crying out in unison.

  When they had recovered from the experience, Lexie gingerly climbed off the table, grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom, running.

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  When she returned fully dressed, she said, “Tyler, I don’t know what got into me.”

  “I did.” He tried to tease her in hopes that she’d relax about their lovemaking, their relationship, their everything.

  “I can’t do this.”

  “What?”

  “I said, you have to go.”

  “Didn’t I satisfy you?”

  “Yes, you know did. But you also forgot something.”

  “What?”

  “A condom.”

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  “Holy crap! I’m sorry, Lexie. I…I got carried away. It wasn’t on purpose, I swear.”

  “No, I didn’t think it was. But I realized it right before you slammed inside me and let it happen anyway. It’s a safe time in my cycle but I used that to rationalize continuing without one. Your effect on me scares me.”

  “I don’t have any diseases, sweetheart. I get tested regularly and I donate blood. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

  “It’s not that…”

  “Then what? Are you worried about getting hurt? Because I meant it when I said I was in it for the long haul.”

  “I know. That’s what scares me.”

  “Oh.” He didn’t know what to say to that. He’d never been in this situation before. At least, not from this side of it. The girls who pushed him to get serious when he wasn’t ready were nice and all but…

  “Am I missing something here? I mean, it seems like you’re into me. Or am I giving myself too much credit?”

  “No, it’s not you…”

  “Oh, no. Don’t finish that sentence.”

  “But it really is my problem.” Her face fell. “Crap.”

  “What now?”

  “Nothing. I need… Oh, fuck. I don’t know what I need anymore.”

  “Okay. I guess until you figure it out, I’ll have to settle for booty calls.”

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  Lexie had asked for a few days with no contact to clear her head. Tyler tried to tell himself it was for the best—that her blowing hot and cold was driving him a little crazy. So here he was in Monterey, alone, on his day off. Maybe talking to the seals would help him figure it out.

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  He bought an ice-cream cone on the pier and strolled past the souvenir shops and restaurants. The coffee shop had set up a few tables outside. Suddenly, he caught sight of someone he thought he recognized—but it couldn’t be. Lexie?

  She was sitting with someone. He could only see her companion from the back but unless his sunglasses were screwing with his vision, it was a guy. As he stood there, frozen, she looked up. Her eyes w
idened.

  Suddenly, everything made sense. She was seeing someone else. That’s why she was acting so screwy. No wonder she didn’t want to go to Monterey. He was here. Tyler turned to go.

  The click of high heels followed him. “Tyler, wait!”

  He thought about continuing on as if he hadn’t heard her but stopped. It was better to confront the facts head-on now, rather than letting it drag out. He whirled to face her. A lump in his throat prevented him from speaking. He just glared and she halted.

  “It’s not what you think.”

  “Oh?” Where were the snappy comebacks when he needed one? At least his voice didn’t crack.

  She strolled up to him and reached for his hand. “Come with me. I want to introduce you to my brother.”

  “Your…” He couldn’t finish his thought. He didn’t know whether to feel foolish or overjoyed.

  “Bro-ther,” she pronounced slowly.

  The guy sitting at her table turned around. The resemblance was unmistakable. Okay, now he felt foolish but he smiled just the same. “Sure.”

  They walked hand in hand back to her table. Tyler ditched the ice-cream cone in a trash barrel as they passed.

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  Tyler grasped it and introduced himself. “Hi. I’m Tyler Black.”

  “And I’m Al Sorensen. Lexie’s brother. She was just telling me about you.”

  Really? “All good I hope.”

  “Yup.”

  Lexie smiled at her brother. “Al is for Albert. I call him Albie. We’re twins.”

  Tyler’s eyes widened in surprise and he gazed at Lexie. “I didn’t know you were a twin.”

  Her brother answered. “Yeah, that’s why I don’t want kids. Can you imagine chasing around two rugrats at the same time?”

  He chuckled. “Your mother must have been up to the challenge. At least it looks like you two turned out okay.”

  “Well, I did. I can’t vouch for my little sister.”

  She bumped her brother with her hip. “Hey, be nice in front of my boyfriend—and I’m only four minutes younger.”

  Boyfriend. It was the first time she’d referred to him that way. It sounded strange…but nice.