It’s said that timing is everything, but does that hold true in the bedroom, too?

Tom and Lisa are compatible in every way—or so Tom thinks. They love each other, have a great apartment and share so many mutual interests. Most people would think the couple has it all. And they do—almost. The truth is that Lisa hasn’t been feeling nearly as sexually satisfied as Tom thinks ...
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It’s said that timing is everything, but does that hold true in the bedroom, too?

Tom and Lisa are compatible in every way—or so Tom thinks. They love each other, have a great apartment and share so many mutual interests. Most people would think the couple has it all. And they do—almost. The truth is that Lisa hasn’t been feeling nearly as sexually satisfied as Tom thinks she has. He just doesn’t rock her world—in that way.

When a handsome co-worker invites Lisa to his posh beach house for the weekend, she dutifully fills him in on Tom and her unavailable status. But John is gracious enough to extend the offer to include Tom in the weekend getaway, and Lisa accepts his invitation. After all, why shouldn’t they have some fun?

Maybe a weekend of sun, sand and sex is just what the couple needs to get their urges in sync. At least, that’s what Lisa and Tom are hoping. And John? What’s making him grin is still a mystery, but one he’s willing to share—for a price.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781595783714
  • Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
  • Publication date: 8/6/2007
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 81
  • Sales rank: 1,402,848
  • File size: 297 KB

Meet the Author

Rusty Wicks is a woman who likes to live on the edge. The edge of the beach, that is. She lives in a small cottage on a secluded stretch of sand in Maine, a place that she shares with her three cats, Moe, Larry and Curly, and two poodles, Rock and Roll. When she's not busy writing she can be found water skiing, sailing or beach combing. For Rusty, life is more about the journey than the destination.
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Chapter One

It would have been simple to fake orgasm. After all, she'd done it so many times in the past, with such convincing results, that doing it yet again, moaning and panting, squealing and shivering on cue as if she was the reincarnation of Pavlov's dog, would have been almost second nature to her. But in that instant, in that tiny flickering point in time, she knew she couldn't do it. Not again. Maybe not ever.

I deserve satisfaction, too--don't I? And not with my own hand or the thankfully-nearly-silent flick-a-switch-always-ready vibrator I've got hidden in the bathroom, either. No, I deserve to feel a full-fledged, no-faking-it climax--with a man!

"Are you ready?" Tom groaned, his body tensed for release as he held himself above her. Supported by his elbows, his football-player's body was still hard and muscular. After college he'd kept up the weekly practices and weekend games, as well as daily workouts at the gym. His love of sports had kept him in excellent physical shape. It was too bad his lovemaking skills weren't as well-developed as his biceps or his tackling prowess. "Really, Lisa, I'm almost there. Are you ready, honey?"

Do I look ready to you? I'm lying here thinking about tomorrow morning's meeting. Shit, I'm anything but ready. But maybe I'm not doing my part, either. Maybe I should concentrate a bit more, really try and get myself "ready."

Shifting beneath him so that her clitoris came in contact with the base of his hard-on with every thrust, she matched the rhythm of his hips perfectly. Almost all of the lubrication she'd produced earlier, when they were kissing and touching, had dried up and the slapping offlesh on flesh was uncomfortable.

"Oh, yeah. That's it, baby. That's it," Tom's eyes closed and his head tilted back as he matched her movements.

"No, it's not it," she said. Pushing against his chest, she waited until his eyes opened and he looked down at her. His eyes were wide, his hips had stopped moving and his expression was one of pure shock. "It's not doing it for me tonight. I'm sorry, but I'm just not into this."

"You're not ... are you kidding me?"

"Why would I kid you?"

"But I'm ready to explode. Can't you feel how excited I am?"

Nodding, she said, "I can feel how excited you are. Can't you feel how excited I'm not?" She hated to hurt his feelings but sometimes the kindest cuts were the deepest.

It's been a year. Let's see what this relationship is made of once and for all. Will we get past this? Figure out a way to make both of us happy in bed? Or will this be the end of what has been, otherwise, a pretty good thing?

Tom looked like a man who'd just learned all his favorite things were illusions. His erection stayed firm, and deeply situated inside her pussy, but his face fell. For a moment it seemed he might simply get up and leave.

A part of her wished he would do just that. The other, bigger part of her prayed he wouldn't.

"What? What should I do? I don't want you to not enjoy this," he said, pulling his cock from her body. When he rested himself against her hip she felt the pulse in it and felt instantly sorry she'd denied him the pleasure of coming. Had it been selfish to want to feel some of what he was destined to feel if they kept having sex? As his prick throbbed hotly between them she thought it might have been very selfish. "Tell me, Lisa. Please tell me what I can do to make this good for you."

His fingertips danced across her breasts, tickling her nipples into hardness. A thrill passed through her body, making tiny ripples of heat touch her moist folds.

"Lick me. I want to feel your mouth on me."

"Ah, gladly." Turning his body so that his penis was near her face, he gently pushed her thighs further apart and put his mouth on her sex. Using his fingers, he pulled her swollen labia wide and buried his tongue in her, pressing himself first into her vagina then lapping her slickening skin with long, slow strokes.

Relaxing against the headboard, she wrapped her fingers around his penis. Rock-hard and standing straight out from his body, Tom's cock looked ready to explode. Long and thin, with a fat red tip, it shook in her hand and she slowed her caresses. The last thing she wanted was for him to climax, not now when she was finally feeling the first sweet sensations of her own pleasure starting to fill her body.

That's it, darling. Just keep that up, that licking. I love having your mouth on me; I love the way it makes me feel. Oh, yes ... that's right ... my clit, take my clit between your lips.

He sucked on her clitoris--hard--and she gasped, arching her back and pressing herself closer to his touch. Just when she thought she felt the first flashes of release he took his mouth from her pussy.

"How's that, babe? Better? You seem a little more into it now," he said, moving into position between her thighs. Sliding his cock into her, he grinned. "That's good, too. I feel it, Lisa. I feel the throbbing, I feel the--yes. That's it. Come with me, baby. Come with me now. Can you feel it? Ahh..."

The first spasms of his cock had already begun. Lisa felt the hot flood within her, felt every spurt from him as he groaned and buried his cock as deeply in her as was possible.

He tried. He really tried. It's not his fault I'm not coming with him. I'll do this now and we'll talk later--when we've got our clothes on. After I've used the magic wand.

"Oh, yes--I feel it, Tom. I feel it. Oh, yes..." As Lisa arched her back and pretended to climax, she once again began to consider the next morning's business meeting.

The firm had a new partner, a tall, blond who looked more like a ski champion than an investment broker. His name was John and he'd been making Lisa's panties moist since the first time she'd laid eyes on him. He was, she knew, the one she'd be thinking of in a few minutes when she went into the bathroom and pressed the button on the hidden vibrator.

* * * *

"So you can easily see that the Rancher Trust Group is poised for expansion, in every sense of the word. Its holdings are large and diversified, its long-term goals are in line with its short-term practices and I feel it's just a matter of time before this company takes off." John Maxwell put the brass pointer down on the table beneath the large screen and smiled, his white-as-snow teeth looking even brighter against his newly-tanned face. There was no hiding the fact he'd spent the last two weeks at his Florida condo. He looked fit and dark, his blond hair highlighted by the sun. "Any questions?"

Lisa shifted in her seat, recrossing her legs beneath the conference table. She pressed her thighs together, sending a thrill from her crotch to other parts of her body. With studied nonchalance, she looked around the table at the faces of the others gathered there. It didn't appear anyone had taken notice of her pebbled nipples pressing against her silk blouse.

The only other woman in the room was Gladys, the company secretary. As old as anyone's grandmother, the woman had been with the firm since its inception, and the other partners liked to joke if Gladys was still at her desk it must mean that they were on the right track. Even Gladys, with her papery white skin and age-spotted hands, looked as if she'd been bitten by the love bug. Openly admiring the man at the head of the table, her steno pad forgotten beside her cooled cup of tea, she smiled, pink-cheeked and glowing, at John.

"Well, then, if there are no questions, I'll turn the floor over to Jim. I'm sure he's got lots to tell us about--what company are you evaluating today, Jim? I'm sorry but I seem to have forgotten the name of your company," John said, shaking his head and smiling. His golden curls moved ever-so-slightly, just enough to make them interesting but not so much that he looked disheveled. Lisa doubted John ever looked disheveled. It just wasn't something she could imagine for him.

"Paxwell Printers," Jim supplied, standing and walking toward the front of the room.

"That's right, Paxwell. Sorry about that."

"No harm done," Jim said, waving the apology off. Even men were taken with the new partner--Lisa was certain John could charm the stripes off a zebra if he wanted to. "No big deal, really."

"Well, thanks for being such a stand-up guy, Jim," John said, nodding. "I'll give Jim the floor now but let me remind all of you if, after we've concluded this meeting, you find you've got a question about Rancher Trust or any part of my presentation, feel free to visit me in my office. I'd be glad to answer any questions, address any concerns."

Watching him return to his seat, Lisa felt an ache between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed. She swallowed, considering his words rather than the man who now controlled the pointer.

I don't know, John. I've got a lot of concerns but I think you might be surprised by what they are. Believe me, they've nothing to do with your presentation. Nothing.

* * * *

"Did you have a good day, babe?" Across the dinner table, Tom cut into his grilled pork chop with a vengeance. Watching his pleasure at the meal she'd cooked made her smile, and she reached for the bowl of sautéed vegetables. Placing a spoonful on her plate first, she held the bowl out to him as she answered.

"I did. It was interesting, with the presentation about the new firms we're considering taking on board," she said.

Tom placed a large portion of the pepper-onion medley on his plate before he reached for a thick slice of the French loaf she'd picked up on the way home.

"Did you eat lunch today?"

Smiling, he shook his head. "Nope. No time. You're not the only one having important business meetings. I think I've got the condo deal over at Crystal Grove tied up--almost. The architects, planners and money people are all in agreement. Now I've just got to make sure the zoning commission will give the project the okay and we're good to go. So no, I didn't eat lunch. I was busy wrangling a seventy five million dollar building project." The look of satisfaction on his handsome face made her heart swell.

Lisa had never been anything but happy with her life with Tom, except in that one small area. But aside from the fact she rarely climaxed with him--all right, she never came with him--she was satisfied with the way their relationship was going. He was considerate, intelligent, and handsome. With a great job, car, and a wonderful family, Tom was exactly the kind of guy she'd always dreamed of finding.

Moving in together last year had been a good idea for both of them. He'd left his bachelor pad behind and she'd left her roommate Sue and Sue's shedding housecat free rein in the rental, with enough notice that she'd been able to find a replacement roommate without any problems.

All in all, theirs was an ideal situation. That is, if Lisa didn't mind being sexually frustrated most of the time. And in truth, she hadn't much minded; it hadn't seemed like such a big deal--until recently. Lately it had begun to feel like a very big deal. She just wasn't sure what she was going to do about it.

Tom's voice brought her mind back to the table. When he'd told her about the new building project she'd begun to wonder where John was living. Had he bought a house when he'd moved to the area? Or was he renting an apartment somewhere, still unsure whether or not he'd stay with the firm?

"Earth to Lisa? Come in, Lisa," Tom joked, pressing his knee against hers beneath the table. "Are you still with me?"

"Oh, sorry. I guess I was day dreaming. What was it that you were saying, sweetheart?" Pushing the last of her vegetables into a heap in the center of her plate, she touched her lips with her paper napkin before she crumpled it up and tossed it on top of the food. "What did I miss?"

Waggling his eyebrows suggestively, Tom chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth before he spoke. When he did, his voice was low and suggestive, with the merest hint of teasing in it. "Well, I thought since we both had such big, important days we might consider leaving the dinner dishes in the sink. They'll wait till morning. We can rinse and stack and I'll put them in the dishwasher while you're showering in the morning. How does that sound?"

"Heavenly. A man offers to take care of the dinner dishes? That sounds like foreplay to me, Tom. Is that what this is? Foreplay?"

Grinning, he said, "You know me well, babe. You've got me figured and there's no way for me to pretend that wasn't my intention. How does it sound to you? Dishes as foreplay?"

You're thinking about last night. I can tell by the look in your eyes you want to get back in the saddle, so to speak. I'm tired but I can't deny you the chance to make things better between us than they were last night.

I'll be open to having an orgasm with you, sweetheart. Who knows? Maybe if we both try, it'll happen.

At least you don't know it hasn't been going on for me. You're already unnerved by what happened last night. What would you do if you found out I have never come with you inside me?

Shit. That'd deflate you for sure--maybe permanently. There's no need for you to know, I don't plan on telling you that one little fact.

"Dishes as foreplay sounds great. Mind if I take a shower first?" Standing, she picked up her plate and the empty vegetable dish. Tom stood, grabbing his plate, the bread basket and the platter the pork chops had been on.

"Not at all. Especially not if you don't mind my joining you in the shower," he said, following her into the well-appointed kitchen. They placed everything in the big ceramic sink, ran water over it all and left things as they were. "You look like someone who could use to have her back washed. I'd be happy to take care of that for you, babe. What do you think?"

I think a change of venue might be great. A new place, some different moves, a bit of the unexpected. I like it. I'm already getting wet thinking about it.

"I think," she said, putting her hand on his crotch and giving him a fast squeeze, "that we're spending too much time talking about it. Let's go."

Without a backward glance, Lisa walked out of the kitchen. As she headed for the bathroom, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall in a puddle on the floor. Stepping out of it, she continued toward the tiled room with her white blouse tails flapping against the cheeks of her ass, her red lace thong making her feel unbearably sexy.

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