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photos.
Claudia blinked. He d caught her on that. You know I m in a relationship.
But something s missing, Dylan said.
You don t know that.
Dylan took her hand in his. He glanced down, then circled her wrist with his
fingers. I m taking your pulse, Claudia. It s speeding up, can you tell?
There was no doubt about that. She could feel the pulse against his hand now.
When she tried to pull her wrist away, he held it steady. Her nipples hardened as if he
was taking possession of them too but she knew the triple fabric layer of bra, blouse and
minidress kept them hidden from view.
What s missing? he asked. Why are you here?
Why do you care? she asked. I m a relationship girl. I ve had boyfriends since I
was eleven. I m not your type.
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He lifted his eyebrows, then let them fall. The gesture made him look absolutely
naughty. I ve got no objection to being the extra man.
What do you mean?
Maybe you re looking to spice things up in the bedroom? How long have you been
together?
Seven years.
Maybe you have an itch I can scratch.
Heat settled low in her belly at the mere thought of this. Would Dylan s hands on
her body, mouth on her skin, feel any different from Sam s? You want to have an affair
with me?
Dylan shrugged and leaned back in his chair, still holding on to her wrist. Is that
what you want?
I just want the best sex of my life, every time, Claudia said, not sure why she was
telling him this. It used to be a bona fide guarantee with Sam. He, well, we, I suppose
we re in a rut.
What used to be exciting?
When we first got together, I knew he was way more experienced than me. He d
done lots of kinky things. He knew what to do with me and made me crazy. But we re
monogamous. I guess maybe we don t have anything new to bring to each other after so
long.
Have you tried to spice it up? He wriggled his fingers against her wrist. The
gesture was somehow suggestive.
She laughed. You have no idea. We ve both tried and I love that about him, believe
me. But something always goes wrong.
Maybe you like the rut.
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No, Claudia said. I want my orgasm back. Her pussy tingled as she said it.
Saying the word orgasm out loud seemed so naughty, particularly with a strange man
running his fingers sensuously up and down her delicate wrist bones.
He raised his brows again. How long has it been?
Don t misunderstand. I always come. I just miss the kind I used to have. The kind
you have to come down from.
You want to be screaming and hanging from the chandelier? He winked.
Pretty much. I m greedy. She pulled her thighs together, feeling a sticky wet
feeling between her legs. This was going too far. Their conversation was being
translated to her body like foreplay. She reached for a chip and chomped down noisily.
That s cool. Dylan released her and grabbed his longneck beer.
Claudia, feeling like the conversation had gone too far and too long, grabbed her
cell phone and found the pictures of the guesthouse. I really did want to talk about the
job. The guesthouse is cool, though it made me a little nervous.
Why?
It s really still. I almost felt like I was in a horror movie and someone was going to
pounce. But that s probably just because we re shooting a vampire movie and I m easily
spooked right now. Even my boyfriend freaked me out in our apartment.
Was the electricity off in the guesthouse? We re so used to it that we forget it
makes noise.
No. I thought of that. You know, I m not even sure if someone is staying there or
not. I couldn t tell.
Do you still have the key?
Yes. In my purse.
Is it far?
Not once the traffic has died down.
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Dylan took the cell phone from her and scrolled through the pictures. She explained
each one. Finally, he asked, They want to update the kitchen?
The upstairs bathroom too, I think.
That s too bad. It s a lovely period room.
Tiny, though.
He nodded. There s space to enlarge it. I d like to take a look in person though.
Take some measurements.
We could go tonight. Assuming no one is staying there.
He pressed his lips together. Was he holding back a smirk? She didn t mean to be
propositioning him. This was business, no matter what her pulse was doing.
Do you have the phone number there? he asked.
She shook her head. No. I didn t even find a phone.
Might need to do a retrofit then, pipes, wires, Dylan said to himself.
I think the structure is about eighty-five years old, Claudia said.
All right, then. Eat up and we ll head out.
She blinked at his decisive tone. This wasn t her man, she suddenly remembered.
Oh, I can t.
No?
I said I d meet my boyfriend, Claudia confessed. He s coming here at seven.
Dylan glanced at his watch. It s almost that now.
Claudia turned and as if on command, Sam appeared in the archway leading into
the restaurant s bar. She waved to him and after a moment he spotted her and waved
back.
In this public place, he still proved to be a handsome man, tall and dark, his blue
eyes full of deep intensity but his mouth holding an easy grin. Claudia noted the
women s eyes following him as he wove his way through tables to reach them at the
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end of the room. She knew the women would check her out when Sam got to them and
wonder what it was that she had to hold a man like him.
And here she was, what? Throwing it away? Or interjecting some play, some
excitement into her life that she could bring back to their bedroom? Certainly Sam
would have no problem getting her going tonight. She was already wet, ready. Her
nipples were still hard little peaks. She d fuck him in the parking lot if she could but
didn t want to be too obvious about her horniness in front of Dylan, even if it was his
fault.
Even if he already knew she was wet and ready.
Claudia stood up, turning away from Dylan to hug Sam and give him a quick peck
on the lips. When their lips were touching though, she flicked her tongue against his
lips, a signal she hoped he would understand.
She pulled away. He resisted for a moment, then squeezed her shoulders and tilted
his head slightly.
Are you hungry? she asked.
He frowned, confused by her mixed signals.
Dylan pointed to his glass. Want a beer?
Sure. Sam s glance moved away from her. He walked around the table and held
out his hand. Sam.
Dylan. Dylan stood and shook hands, then held his beer and two fingers so the
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