Although I pretended to read my book, the reality was that I read and reread the same page several times. Sitting so close to me, I couldn’t help but be aware of his presence. My nipples tightened just thinking of him smiling and paying attention to me. My heart beat faster and my pussy moistened, each time I wondered what it would feel like to be held in those strong-looking arms with taunt muscles that sculpted his black tee shirt sleeves.

How would it feel to have a kissing session with him, right there on the bench? Never much for public displays of affection, it surprised me that I wouldn’t mind making out with him for the world to see. I felt my face heat up. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind doing much more with him on that bench.

There was only one problem – We never acknowledged each other. Instead, he’d sit there and stare out into the traffic. His eyes were unfocused, his jaw set. What inner vision held him? What problem was he unraveling? Or was he working out the details of some brilliant plan? I imagined that he was a successful construction company owner, and his thoughts were full of spectacular construction plans. The day before, two women passing by, slowed down to give him the once over and tried to catch his eye. He didn’t seem to notice them. Minutes later, a well-dressed man passed by us and tried to do the same. Again, no reaction from my handsome friend.

I decided to stop pretending to read and a crazy thought came over me as I closed my book: Say something to him.

I snuck a peek at him. He stared straight into the distance, as if he wore blinders. Not a muscle did he move. Do it, girl! Say something! Anything! I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. Before I could get any words out, the unexpected happened.

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“Well… I’m feeling a little… dirty. I want to… go home and… take a shower.” She licked her lips, and her eyes twinkled.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his lips spread in a wide grin across his face. “All of a sudden, I feel like going home and taking a shower, too.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Her words were nearly lost in her little gasps for air when he squeezed her hand.

“Sounds like a plan,” he agreed. “But first, there’s something I want to do?” The smile stayed on his face.

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How could she?

After a year of living with Ana, he’d thought he knew all about the woman he’d planned on marrying. He’d thought she was not only beautiful, but sweet and innocent.

That’s what he’d thought until he’d walked into their apartment.

Earlier, she’d told him that she wasn’t feeling well and planned on staying home from work. On his lunch break, he ran out and bought some chicken soup and a dozen red roses, planning to surprise her.

When he let himself into the apartment, he heard her moaning. Fearing she was in pain, he quickened his steps to the bedroom to comfort her. As he stepped closer to the room, he realized that her moans weren’t from pain but pleasure, instead. She always moaned that way just before she was about to come. Perhaps she was pleasuring herself.

“Oh, yes, baby. Hit it right there,” she rasped. “Oh, yes. That’s the way I like it. Hard and deep. Don’t. Stop.”

With the soup in one hand, and red roses in the other, he froze at the bedroom door at the sight that greeted him – a lean, sculptured, dark body in between her pale slim, thighs.

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