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  She savored his patience and finesse—not bad for a young guy, she thought. Finally his fingers touched her spot. She gasped as she opened her legs. Her arousal zone swelled at his touch. She arched her body as he teased her, moving toward his hand and begging for more. She wanted his fingers inside her, but held back from saying so.

  Finally, in one swift motion, he grabbed her legs, hoisted her with ease, pressed her against the shower wall, and entered her hard. She was enthralled by his strength and lovemaking talents. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, with one hand entwined in his thick, dark hair, and the other on his back, clinging to his flesh with her fingernails. He slammed in and out then he slowed to prolong the ecstasy. As he did, she moaned and bit at his ear, his neck, his shoulder, enticing him to continue.

  She loved the way he felt inside of her, so full and satisfying. With her eyes closed, he could have been Deacon for a moment. Todd resumed his aggressive pace again, bringing her back to reality, pounding into her with amazing force as her nails dug deeper into his back. Her eyes met his, and they came together, melting into each other as the mist consumed them.

  Her head fell on his shoulder as he turned off the water, still embracing her. He opened the door and eased her down to stand before him. He grabbed her robe, draped it around her shoulders, and helped himself to a robe as they walked lazily to her bedroom. He pulled back the cream satin comforter and laid her down. He then slid in next to her and held her close as they both nodded off.

  London awoke in Todd’s embrace, surprised to find that they both had drifted off to sleep. He stirred, pressing his body to hers, and she could feel his maleness throbbing against her behind, hungry for more. He kissed her ear then sat up, resting on his elbow, and rubbed her body with his artistic fingers, circling her nipples till they were all hard and pointed. Then he placed his warm lips on them and sucked them while his hand moved down toward her wetness. He touched her there, rubbing her button with his thumb while his other fingers went in her slow and deep.

  “You’re ready for me again, aren’t you?” he asked. She moaned, kissing him with her warm, soft lips, their tongues playing tag with each other. Part of her wanted him so badly, yet she stopped. She slipped out of bed and walked over to the fireplace. She lit it to warm the chill in the air. The weather had taken a cool dip at the end of the day. She proceeded to light some candles and kept studying him as she moved across the room.

  They lay together in front of the fire and talked. He confirmed that he was younger than her, and then told her how he preferred mature women. He’d had enough of the fluttery girls. He wanted someone more stable. “You know, as soon as I saw you I wanted you, but was afraid that you would not want me.” He looked over at her and liked her hair, still damp, cascading across the satin pillow, her face glimmering in the candlelight. She was incredible to him and he began to wish he wasn’t attending a school so far away and that he didn’t have to tell her that he’d soon be gone.

  Chapter 3

  JULY FOURTH HOT BUFFET

  London took Todd’s news—that distance would keep them from continuing—in stride. Pleasure without pressure, she reminded herself. He had been there when she needed. She’d move on to the next one or the next thing. She longed for Deacon and logged on to the internet, hoping to connect with him, but had to settle for interesting conversations with other online friends since Deacon was too busy to chat. The others would tantalize her with sexy, suggestive remarks, but they only made her crave Deacon even more. She longed for his touch and especially his warm kisses.

  She heard a video call chime in over her laptop, just as she was daydreaming about him. Deacon! She quickly checked her own image on the screen, fluffing her hair and pursing her lips before clicking to answer his call. She melted at the sight of him, lounging in his black leather chair, smiling back at her. Behind him, she could see glossy teakwood office furniture and a breathtaking view of the cityscape through the wall-to-wall windows of his corner office in Europe. He wore a white silk shirt and black tie. She wanted to reach right through the computer and grab him in a delicious embrace.

  “Hey, my baby, want to play?” he asked, eyes glistening.

  She gave him that come-hither look as she sauntered over to the bed, carrying the laptop with her. She stood back and untied her black satin robe, letting it flow to the floor, revealing her new black-and-white lace teddy. She stroked the tops of her black thigh-high stockings and snapped her garter belt as she spun around, giving him a tantalizing show. He gasped in approval. She slithered onto the bed, turning the laptop so he could follow her, and she reached into the nightstand to select a toy. She smiled as she got her vibrator out.

  “I am so ready for you.”

  The satin sheets caressed her skin and she swayed, gently rubbing herself with her toy. Deacon penetrated her with his eyes and his commands, all of which she complied with.

  “Oh, baby, I’m so hard for you,” he said as he eased back farther in his chair. She could see his rising manhood in his hand.

  “I’m rubbing myself as I think of your wetness and how tight you are. I so long to be inside of you again, to feel your wetness on me, with your silky walls hugging me . . .” His voice faded into a groan.

  “Yes, I feel you . . . oh my God, Deacon, you feel so good, so hard . . . fuck me hard! I need you so!” She closed her eyes and listened to his moaning. She felt her body tighten up to grip him, riding her toy hard as the vibrator rubbed her clit. Her body wanted his as badly as her mind relived their past interludes. He made them come alive again and she opened her eyes to watch his motion intensifying, his hand moving faster up and down his shaft, moving in time with her toy as it moved in and out, vibrating and making her so hot.

  She was amazed at how in tune she still was with his body. His voice urged her on, “Come for me, baby, now . . . now!” Her body trembled as she felt her climax start. Her legs began to shake as she heard his breathing speed up, and soon she exploded as her juices flowed out of her. Deacon yelled, “Oh my God . . . fuck!” as he leaned forward in his chair and finally came.

  London sighed and smiled shyly at him as he reclined again, exhausted, zipping up his pants. Even far away, they were still fine-tuned, and she relished the moment. Suddenly, Deacon sat up abruptly, reaching for the mouse.

  “Talk with you later, hon! I’ve got to run. Bye for now.” And he was gone in a click from the screen.

  The summer was full of surprises as London prepared for the July 4th celebrations. It was a nice night for fireworks, she thought, as she dressed to go to her favorite spot to watch the vibrant booms and bangs.

  She and Todd had stayed in touch since their recent excursion, but he had gone up north with buddies and she was feeling lonely. She was thrilled at the thought of being at her favorite place in Tarrytown, the Fisherman’s Cove, with its spectacular view of the Hudson River. If nothing else happened, just to be on the grounds of her special spot excited her, and always had since she was a child.

  She dressed in a short navy blue skirt, high wedges, and a white, low-cut V-neck T-shirt with a red burst of fireworks on the front. She also took a navy blue sweater, tied around her shoulders, for nighttime. She got in her Beemer and off she went, headed for the shoreline celebration.

  The Fisherman’s Cove restaurant was open for dinner; it was where folks could have a sit-down meal and stay inside for the fireworks, or go outside to the amphitheater and listen to the wonderful music. Once inside, she received a warm welcome from her favorite hostess, who gave her a big hug and a smile. London loved the whole ambience of the night.

  The dinner tables were all decorated red, white, and blue, with cloth napkins sticking out of crystal goblets like a flame. The centerpieces had small American flags surrounded by imitation sparklers and glittery red, white, and blue shattered plastic pieces in the form of sprays. It was all so festive and the place was packed.

  After being seated at the table, among other people, she felt lone
ly, more so as she noticed that most patrons had partners. An attractive waiter startled her as she was lost in thought. He was delivering her plate of succulent prime rib, fresh asparagus, and mashed potatoes. The meal looked and smelled excellent, but London only picked and nibbled at it as she was craving other culinary delights.

  She pushed away from the table and joined the other guests at the four large picture windows overlooking the river and waited for the fireworks show to begin. She occupied herself by people-watching and noticed one gentleman who seemed to be alone too.

  He was tall, dark, and good-looking. She moved closer to him when the chair next to him became available. He smiled a consenting glance at her.

  “My name’s Antonio.”

  “Hi, I’m London.”

  When the fireworks started she moved up closer to the window, and he followed. He stood close. She gave him an approving half smile. He touched her hand. A few minutes later as a burst of light exploded in the sky, he held her hand tighter. She didn’t resist. So he pulled her closer. His hand was soft and warm. She felt good and was assured she’d made a good choice. They oohed and aahed at the fireworks and sent each other signals with their eyes and body language. He put his arm around her waist and she felt that familiar tingling in her tummy.

  The sky lit up with bursts of color and lots of noise. She loved July 4th and the excitement that came with it. Antonio whispered in her ear.

  “This is fun. Would you like to continue and go to a special spot near here that I love?”

  She nodded. He escorted her outside to a nearby gazebo, where they sat together. He only held her hands at first. Then he moved closer, touching her face with his fingers, stroking along her jawline and over her lower lip. She opened her mouth and nibbled on his fingers. He smiled and kissed the palm of her hand, tonguing the inside of her fingers.

  He pulled her to her feet and held her close as he swept her hair back and kissed her neck, her earlobes, and then her lips. They embraced as the radiant night sky burst with colors that seemed to mimic the emotions filling her heart. He turned and pulled her backward toward him. She could feel the intensity of his excitement and she grinned. He held her hand, rubbed her arms, and kissed the back of her neck while gently tugging at her long, beautiful locks.

  The short stubble of his beard tingled against her neck and awakened her senses even more. She wanted to have him right now. He turned to her and they embraced more passionately. He rubbed her back and as he went lower, his hands cupped her butt, lifting her up a little. When he touched her breasts, she grabbed his arm and whispered.

  “Let’s go someplace more private. Please take me. I want you so.”

  His breath quickened as he took her hand and pulled her into the bushes. He lifted up her skirt and gasped in surprise when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. He touched her sex with his fingers, sliding them deep inside her as she moaned softly in his ear. He reached in his pocket for his protection, pulling out the package. He opened it with his teeth, placed it on, and then pulled her up in the air. Her legs surrounded him as he slid deep into her. They both moaned with pleasure. Her wetness helped him slide deeper and deeper as she gasped. She grabbed onto his shoulders, lifting herself and crashing down into him as she rode him wildly. Their climaxes were rapidly approaching and she wanted to scream, but she had to restrain herself as there were far too many people nearby. Instead, she clenched him tightly with every muscle and muffled her moans into his neck as they exploded together. She laid her head down on his shoulder, trembling as he held her close, kissing her tenderly on the neck, face, and ears.

  “I don’t want to put you down,” he whispered in her ear.

  She looked at him and smiled as the fireworks kept on booming, the lights from the sky flashing. Finally, she lowered herself down and reached into her pocket for a small silky cloth that she used to wipe herself dry. She offered it to him and he wiped himself as well.

  They returned to the gazebo, cuddling like teenagers and giggling in awe together at the fireworks. When the show was over, she followed him to his place. She lounged on an oversized couch with him, enjoying a glass of wine. He turned on some music and led her to the hot tub in his modern bachelor pad. She enticed him with a slow striptease. His pleasure rod grew rock hard and he grabbed at her. She stepped into the water, laughing, and melted into its steamy warmth.

  He explored her nude body with his firm hands and kissed her. He pulled her up on the seat and went down to kiss and explore her further. She lay back, enjoying his mouth on her, the roughness of his short beard scratching her thighs, his tongue tracing her sex as he sucked all her hot spots with tender kisses. He put his finger inside her and she squealed with delight, then he pulled her to him and entered her, taking her even higher and filling her with rampant desire one more time.

  Antonio soon realized that London was insatiable. He’d met his match and together they went deeper in exploration of sex . . . and many more times than he had thought possible on any given night.

  The fling with Antonio didn’t last long though. His career took him out to the West Coast. London was beginning to wonder if she had become like a stepping-stone for men leaving town, since her last three lovers had each done just that. Antonio was gone, Todd was away at school, and Deacon was still overseas and out of touch. What’s a woman to do but fill in the gap with a new experience? She continued to video chat with Deacon occasionally, but the calls and emails became few and far between. Moments with him had become brief and always ended too abruptly. He seemed to have lost interest across the miles and she felt completely abandoned. Not one to stay in the dumps for too long, she thought a sport might be a healthy distraction and decided upon golf.

  She skimmed through the newspaper and noticed several ads for golf schools. Why not, she thought. So she went to her closet, pondered what to wear to learn golf, and came up with a sassy white skirt, a short-sleeved light blue top, and a cable-knit sweater with light blue trim. She grabbed her handbag and went off to the Walnut Brook Country Club, her school of choice.

  She loved driving her Beemer with the top down, especially on a beautiful summer day like today. She felt the excitement and loved the feel of controlling the road, hugging the curves, and downshifting. Her mood was lifting. If she decided to join the country club, this would be a trip she would enjoy daily. In the distance she could see the club, which was a historical mansion that had been restored. Its towering peaks showed through the treetops. The club was renowned as one of the most desired golf courses and training schools in New York State. She found a parking space reserved for guests and left her car.

  She walked into the impressive cathedral foyer and approached the female desk clerk. “Hi. My name is London Shelby and I’d like to inquire about golf lessons.”

  The girl beckoned someone. She called him Steve. London looked through the window out to the deck and saw a handsome man put down his coffee and rise from the table. As she watched him come through the doors, she found herself already admiring his confidence and ease. Before he even spoke, his demeanor commanded her respect.

  “Yes, Kelly?” the man grinned as he ran his eyes up and down London’s body.

  “Steve, this is London Shelby, and she’s interested in learning the game of golf.”

  London’s heart just about stopped. As fate would have it, he was handsome with dark hair, a golden tan, and deep-set eyes, all her preferred features. She glanced at his left hand . . . No ring, but that doesn’t mean anything anymore, she thought. No tan lines on that finger either.

  “Ms. Shelby, have you ever played golf before?” Steve asked.

  “No. Is that a good thing?”

  “Yes.” He grinned. “Because then we have no bad habits to break.” He winked as he threw her a dazzling smile.

  He led her to the driving range. He handed her a club and showed her the grip. She tried interlacing her fingers as he showed her; his body touched hers. She suddenly felt uncomfortable as she
stood there, her hands around the shaft of the club and facing toward the distant green marker. He showed her a stance and a practice swing and then came close behind her again. He put his arms around her, holding on to her arms, and showed her the swing, again and again. He moved away as he put a ball on the ground and asked her to watch him, which she did. Then he came back behind her, putting his arms around her again and putting the balls on the ground. She swung.

  “Not bad,” he said.

  He gave her another ball as he came back behind her again, but this time he was closer. She could feel his breath on her neck and a stirring deep inside her that she tried to ignore. He held her close as they swung together.

  “The swing is very important, plus you have to keep your eye on the ball.”

  Her mind was not on the ball, but rather imagined the shaft of this instructor who was having such a positive effect on her. He smelled so good, and the heat from his body being pressed against hers was a definite turn-on. His cheek was so close to hers that she almost dropped the club. He held her tightly, feeling her body move with his, his arms holding on to her.

  After numerous attempts at swinging the club, she was relieved to finally stop and take a break. He offered to take her for a ride around the grounds. She enjoyed the tour and the cool breeze as they rode on the golf cart. He inquired about her “intentions concerning golf,” but he seemed to be implying something else.

  “I’m not quite sure, but right now, I think I will just enjoy learning the game. I might consider joining a league later. I would, however, be interested in looking at a set of clubs . . . and more lessons.” She grinned.

  He smiled at her as they strolled into the clubhouse. He signed her up for private lessons and fitted her for some clubs. She bought a golf bag, shoes, and a couple of cool outfits. She had spent more than a thousand dollars in just a few minutes.