Hers for the Evening (2 page)

“Men don’t mind screwing a pain in the ass as long as she’s pretty. I don’t see her husband in tow today, do you?” She leaned in close to lick the lobe of his ear. “Bet she was hoping you’d be here all on your lonesome.”

From time to time, they’d added fantasy play to their sex life. They might see a sharp man at the movies, and Seth would tease her. Or a sexy woman at the mall, and Courtney would ask him all the nasty things he thought the lady might be capable of doing.

Seth had a very naughty imagination. So did Courtney. They’d had some very hot sex over it.

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Of course, she’d never told anyone the things they’d fantasized about. Her friends would think she was crazy, inviting infidelity. She didn’t feel that way. To her, it was merely fantasy.

“What’s the sexiest thing she’s ever worn?” Amanda looked sexy in a pair of low-waisted shorts Courtney wouldn’t have the courage to wear. She was selfconscious about her baby belly. She’d loved what pregnancy did for her breasts, but she’d never been able to lose those last few pounds after Chelsea was born. Seth turned his head, glancing past her in the direction Amanda had headed. To the horseshoe pits. Then he plucked his sunglasses back out of his pocket, propped them on his nose, and settled his hand on her hip. “Tight sweater. Headlights.”

“No bra?” With those breasts? Ohmigod.

“I didn’t look long enough to figure it out.”

She snorted. “Right. Afraid of sexual harassment?”

He laughed. “I got the distinct impression she wanted men to look.”

“Slut,” she whispered.

Squeezing her hip, he splayed a thumb along the join of her leg, then slipped away in case anyone was watching. “Not as good a slut as you, baby.”

Courtney raised an eyebrow. “I bet she swallows.”

He guffawed before he could stop himself, and Courtney noticed several eyes turn their way. The crowd was starting to drift closer as the scent of meat and sauce perfumed the air.

“Because you love to swallow, you think every woman does.”

Some of her friends thought it was gross. Courtney never revealed that Seth’s come was ambrosia. She’d never been one to talk about her sex life, but she had a prurient curiosity when it came to some of the things her friends revealed. Like Devon Parker. Divorced, she swore men were too much trouble, and she hired gigolos to take care of her needs; male courtesans, she called them. Courtney found the idea titillating, and she loved Devon’s stories.

“Bet Amanda likes it doggy,” she went on teasing Seth. He loved doggy. Courtney had a fondness for it, too. She got very loud while expressing her fondness.

That position had always been saved for the times the girls had sleepovers at a friend’s house.

“I believe she’s doing Drummond,” Seth said.

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“You’re kidding.” Drummond was vice president of sales. Not bad looking, but kind of slimy, like a used car dealer passing clunkers off on unsuspecting buyers. He wasn’t in attendance today, thank you very much. He liked to cop a feel if he could. Not a breast or a butt cheek, but a shoulder or a forearm, a caress. It wasn’t over the top, just . . . creepy. “You’re trying to sidetrack me.” She moved in on him, put her arms around his shoulders. “How would you do her? Doggy?

Ride ’em cowgirl?”

“Blindfolded, tied up, and gagged. She talks too much.”

She giggled and realized the margaritas were starting to get to her in the hot sun. Thank goodness they were starting to take the meat off the barbecues and setting out the salads and other fixings. “You’re protesting too much.”

He smirked. “It would be much more fun to watch you do Lee.”

“Ooh. Where is he?”

“Don’t turn around, but he’s eyeing your ass right now.”

Lee worked in Accounting. He was young, maybe thirty-five, with blond surfer good looks. She snuggled closer to Seth, spreading her legs slightly over his to encompass him. “What would you want me to do to him?”

“Get down on your knees, wrap your luscious lips around his cock, and deep throat him.”

A thrill zinged straight through her.

“I’d rather watch Amanda”—Courtney elongated the name and dropped her voice to a seductive pitch—“take your massive tool in her mouth while I’m kissing you.” She gasped. “Ooh, what about the two of us sucking you? She holds your cock for me, I hold it for her, two tongues. What do you think, honey?”

Seth almost groaned. Right when he started taking Courtney for granted, she’d pull a sexy stunt like this, getting him rock hard in the middle of a company picnic. He’d always loved her dirty mind, her playful attitude toward sex, but he wasn’t as young as he used to be, and work was starting to beat the tar out of him. He’d never wanted to be CEO; he liked getting his hands dirty in the trenches. Courting the board and investors all the time wasn’t for him. He loved R&D, creating products, improving existing lines, developing exciting ideas, but when a new release got off-track, as had happened now, the job sucked him dry. And not in a good way. He’d been neglecting Courtney. She needed attention, but he didn’t have that much to give these days. When Courtney was 12

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in this kind of mood, he wasn’t sure he could keep up with her.

“You,” he emphasized, “are going to have to get two plates, because I can’t stand in line with this.” He glanced down. Her gaze followed.

“Ooh,” she whispered, taking in his bulging shorts. People were heading to the buffet line. He eased away from her, slid down onto the picnic table’s seat, and leaned forward to bracket his Coke with his hands. “A chicken breast, salad, and corn bread, please.”

“Yes, sir.” She saluted, then eyed him. “A breast man today. Amanda will love that.” She was off with a saucy wink and a sweet little wiggle to her ass. At the buffet, Lee fell in behind her, saying something that made her laugh. A twinge of jealousy tweaked Seth’s gut. Her fantasy games excited him, but he didn’t take them as a reality, and would never share her with another man. He wasn’t built that way. Not that he figured she wanted to make them real. Courtney simply got off better with a hot fantasy going between them. Seth remembered when she had to watch every Hugh Jackman movie ever made, then made him talk like Wolverine and do her doggy. Amanda had nothing on his wife. At forty-five, Courtney’s gorgeous shoulder-length auburn hair didn’t show even a hint of gray. With her fair skin, full lush breasts, and soft curves, he got hard thinking about doing her right now. Maybe on the picnic table in front of a crowd . . .

“Aren’t you hungry, Seth?” Amanda slid onto the seat beside him, taking Courtney’s spot.

Christ. Courtney was right. The woman was after him. She always had some little question, something she had to lean over and show him on the computer. She was sexy, he’d give her that, but he’d never cheated, and he never would. His marriage was worth so much more than a fuck, even a good one. Despite all her games, he was sure Courtney didn’t want to give him to another woman.

“Courtney’s getting me a plate.” He leaned closer to the table. His cock was still hard as a diamond drill, and he didn’t want Amanda entertaining any ideas that it had something to do with her. Courtney had gotten him going with the image of two tongues on his cock, not Amanda’s per se. Besides, the woman was needy, not looking so much for a fling as a knight in shining armor to rescue her from her ogre of a husband. Oh yeah, she’d managed to reveal that tidbit almost her first day. For the most part, he was able to avoid her, but sometimes Walter sent her on an errand.

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“It looks like she’s getting Lee a plate instead.” Amanda waved her fingers over her shoulder.

Every time Courtney moved ahead in line, Lee sidled up behind her. She angled herself, her elbow sticking out as she scooped salad onto the two plates she handled deftly.

Amanda fluttered her eyelashes. “Your wife’s kind of a flirt, isn’t she?”

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“EXCUSE ME?” SETH COCKED HIS HEAD, KNITTING HIS BROWS TOGETHER.

“I mean that in a totally nice way.” Amanda gave him one of her wide-eyed looks. “She’s fun.”

Yeah, right. The woman was making trouble where there wasn’t any. “Let’s get something clear,” he said. “I love my wife. I trust my wife.” Courtney would never cheat, either.

A couple, the guy worked in Quality, sat on the opposite end of the table. They both smiled. Seth smiled back, then purposely let the smile die as he switched his gaze to Amanda. “Get my drift?”

Amanda nodded with a phony I’m-so-sorry rise of her brows. “Sure, Seth. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Courtney’s laugh carried on the breeze, Lee from Accounting still on her heels. “Here you go, sweetie.” She set a plate in front of him, then sat on the very edge of the bench, pushing him slightly to make room. “Amanda, where’s your food? Lee could have carried another plate.” She shooed Lee with a wave of her hand. “Go get Amanda something. The poor girl looks like she’s ravenous.”

Damn if Lee didn’t hand Amanda his plate. “I’ll get another one,” he said, then jogged off to the now-immense line.

Courtney leaned forward so she could talk to Amanda. “Hon, why don’t you sit over there? I can’t see you around Seth.” She pointed to the spot across from her.

He had to hand it to his wife. The other woman had no choice but to move around to the other side. Seth could breathe again. Her perfume overwhelming, Amanda reminded him of a clinging vine. Or a Venus Flytrap. Courtney had a more luscious scent, like wisteria on a moonlit night. She put a hand on his thigh and started heading north to the bottom of his shorts. His cock jumped.

“Are you enjoying your job working for Walter?” Courtney smiled ever so politely as she pushed her fingers between his legs and through his shorts, caressed his balls with her pinkie.

Thank goodness there weren’t any kids at the table. She made him ache. His face heated. When was the last time he’d come? Weeks. He was full, hard, 15

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throbbing. He wanted to unzip and shove her hand inside.

“Walter’s great,” Amanda was saying. “But without Seth—”

“He’s ever so helpful.” Courtney smiled at him. “He’s exactly the same way at home. Always going that extra mile exactly where it counts.” She brushed the backs of her fingers along his zipper. He felt that stroke to the tip of his cock and back down again.

Oh man, she had to pay for this.

“So, honey,” Courtney said, “that’s a big, fat, magnificent”—Seth held his breath, she wouldn’t—“ring on Amanda’s finger, don’t you think?” Courtney pointed to Amanda’s engagement ring with her fork. “Gorgeous. Diamonds are soooo hard.” She gave his cock a squeeze and withdrew. Oh yeah, when he got her home, she was gonna pay.

“I’LL HOLD YOUR COCK AND GUIDE YOU INSIDE HER,” COURTNEY

whispered in Seth’s ear.

Holy Christ, Courtney was going to make him come right here and now in front of everyone at the picnic table. She had teased him the entire meal and through dessert, brought him close to the point of total insanity. Every time Lee occupied Amanda’s attention, Courtney whispered in Seth’s ear about all the dirty things she wanted to watch him do with Amanda. Amanda didn’t interest him in the least. But his wife? He wanted her now. He wanted that naughty mind of hers devising new pleasures to blow his mind.

“Are you all right, sweetie?”

He realized he’d groaned out loud. “My head’s aching.” Hah! Let her do something with the double entendre in that.

She put a palm to his forehead. “Oh, you’re hot.”

He sure as hell was.

“It could be sunstroke,” Amanda offered, all sympathy. Little did she know, stroke was the operative word. His cock, his wife’s hand.

“Maybe I should get you home and into bed.” Her words solicitous, a naughty smile itched to get out.

Amanda’s brow furrowed with concern. “You’ll miss the fireworks.”

Oh no, he wouldn’t. Seth was damn sure of that. Courtney gathered their plates, cups, and soda cans. “Come on, sweetie. If you get to bed now, you might feel better by the time the fireworks start, and 16

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we can watch them from the summit.”

They lived in the Santa Cruz Mountains off Summit Road, and with a short drive, they could watch the fireworks down in Scotts Valley. However, since the girls were off doing their own thing, he had every intention of setting off the fireworks in his own bed.

Now all he had to do was figure out how to stand up without everyone getting an eyeful of his erection. Thank God his shorts were loose. Christ, he had to laugh. He hadn’t been this hard and worked up in ages. It felt fucking good after the stress of the last few months.

They did the polite good-byes to as few people as possible, and yes, he managed to control his body.

“Want me to drive, honey?” Courtney asked so very solicitously as they reached the SUV.

“I’m perfectly capable of driving.” He’d get them home faster than she would.

“And you’re drunk.”

“I am not drunk.” She snorted. “Not even tipsy. I downed a whole bottle of water with the barbecue.”

Damn. She could be totally wild when she was tipsy. The drive seemed to take forever. With every turn along the winding road back home, Courtney swayed close to him. Bracing herself on the console, she leaned over to stroke his cock.