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  “Protection,” she reminded him in a sweet whisper in his ear.

  He nodded reaching for his wallet by the bed and pulling out a condom.

  She snatched it from him, tore open the package and quickly put it on. “Now!” she urged spreading her legs wide, and then wrapping them around his waist.

  All he had to do was guide himself in. Yet she took him by surprise by Her body arching her body hard and he found himself driving deep into her. Jacoby grunted hard from her tightness and she gasped in pain and pleasure feeling how thick he was completely inside of her.

  “Would you like to continue on your own?” he managed to tease.

  “Will I have to?” she asked, gripping her muscles even more tightly against him.

  It was his turn to gasp at the control she had. Lord, she was going to kill him. He began to move inside of her slowly. Their rhythm seemed awkward at first since, he wasn’t use to a woman being so responsive, but soon he was driving into her with such skill it was as if...

  He didn’t want to realize it himself, but they were very compatible when it came to sex. Even with the rubber on it was evident she could affect him. He usually had to go a long time before he came when he wore protection, but Jacoby now found himself on the brink of an incredible peak.

  Phoebe was so enraptured by his touch, his movements, his wonderful rod; she paid little attention to her body’s control. She could actually feel him getting ready to come, but she wasn’t ready for it to end. She had come several times already, but she wanted this last one to last for at least one more for her.

  Knowing he was distracted by the europium of moving inside her, she released her legs and with the quickness laid the left down and bumped the right against his hip hard making him lose his balance as she rolled on top of him.

  She didn’t miss a stroke as she began to immediately move him deep inside of her.

  This was not happening, Jacoby told himself closing his eyes. It was a dream come true! He gripped her nipples tight and held on as she rode him to orgasm just the way he like it.

  She threw her head back moaning with pleasure as the vibrations from shaft titillated her insides, making her final orgasm burst forth like a geyser. Even her fingers trembled as she held on his shoulders enjoying the ride. Soon the powerful wave began to subside to tiny shudders as her muscles spasms died down.

  Phoebe collapsed against him enjoying the fullness inside of her. He was breathing just as hard and even though the room was a mild temperature, they were sweating heavily. Carefully, she masked her disorientation by their experience. She had never orgasmed past once with Daniel, who had been a great lover. Daniel was the one who had taught her how to really orgasm with a man, but he also had broken her heart. She didn’t want to get her heart into anymore messes. Sex and love were two different things she forced herself to believe because she couldn’t stand to get her heart involved anymore with any man.

  Slowly, Phoebe moved off of him. He was still sensitive, which was why he threw his head back in pleasure. Gently she took off the condom and put it in the waste can beside the bed after she wrapped it in some Kleenex located on the bedside table.

  Putting his hands behind his head, he half watched her enjoying her special attention, as she went to the bathroom. He could see her with the wall mirror on the bathroom door as she washed herself up thoroughly. She washed out the cloth again, and then came out the bathroom to the bed with the cloth in hand.

  Kneeling between his legs, she washed his groin area with the utmost care. Jacoby laid in amazement as she finished cleaning then returned the cloth back to the bathroom and laid down next to him waiting for his response.

  He had a gleam of pleasure in his eyes. Usually Daniel rolled over and went to sleep after making intense love or watched television while she got him a beer.

  Pushing the covers away from himself, he got up and circled the bed. She visually inhaled him, taking in the broad shoulders, the tightly defined muscled chest, a rippled washboard stomach, powerful arms and legs, and a great butt. He could do commercials for the Bowflex machine with his body, but she had a feeling he was much more than a model. He carried himself too arrogantly so he must be an executive of some type. Truly a wonderful specimen of male.

  Daniel wouldn’t come close to him with his beer belly, hairy flabby chest, and lanky thighs.

  “Are you always this bold?” he asked, sitting on the edge of her side on the bed. He placed one hand on each side of her thighs.

  “Bold?” She raised a dark brow letting the covers drop to her waist. “Do you really think I am?

  He chuckled deeply and sensuously sending warm shivers through her nerves. “I just wanted to know if this was all an act?”

  Damn his mind couldn’t be happy with his body. Yes, this man was a true thinker. Even as she could tell his body was completely sated, looking deep in his eyes clearly told her, his mind was far from it. “If it is, are you getting your money’s worth?”

  “Definitely.” He pulled the tray closer to the bed and plucked a grape from the bowl of fruit with fresh juice around it. She opened her lips to allow him to put it in. It was still cold to her amazement and so sweet to taste.

  He handed her the cream beef soup and watched her eat. “How do you know how to please a man so well with your mouth?”

  “I pleased you?” she asked, smiling as if he had bestowed a million dollars on her.

  “Indeed. Which is why I’m giving you a chance to eat so you may have enough strength to do it again?” At the thought of her just doing it made him rise a little to life.

  “Again?” She licked her lips. “That would mean more money,” she teased, not thinking he would take her seriously.

  “No doubt.” He was dead serious. Jacoby knew he would want her again and had every intentions of compensating her.

  Phoebe couldn’t believe he took her seriously and she really didn’t want to talk about money right now. Agreeing to this she hadn’t realized he would actually be such a good lover, but he was. Handing him the bowl almost empty, she licked her lips and decided to answer his earlier question. “Daniel, my ex-husband kind of taught me. I read books and sort of studied lovemaking to make him stay. He would stay for a while and then another woman would come along. When my father died and I got the money, he married me only to get his hands on it, but as naive as I was I thought he loved me. Now he’s gone with my money, forever, and left me with the babies.”

  “Babies?”

  “Just two.”

  “That was the reason for the phone call?”

  She nodded. “My mother would have gotten worried to death.”

  “I understand. So Daniel’s never went down on you?”

  She rolled her eyes to let him know she was getting tired of him trying to talk with her about the subject. “Of course not. He said men only did that because they felt guilty about women doing it to them and enjoying it. He didn’t feel guilty for anything.”

  He looked quite offended. “It’s not guilt at all. It brings me pleasure just as it does you when you do it to me.”

  “We won’t discuss this,” she said firmly. “I’ve told you no. We are taking precautions. Plus that’s only something people in love do. Daniel just probably never loved me, I guess.” She shrugged offhandedly as if this didn’t bother her and then chortling to herself, she said out loud, “Stupidly it took me two babies and a divorce to see this.”

  Why he wanted to know all about her was beyond even him? Jacoby pushed this thought away reminding himself this was a one-night stand and he would probably never see her again after tonight. Yet, deep inside he wanted to.

  Taking a juicy piece of cantaloupe he slid it into her mouth making the juices run down her chin. He pushed away her hands that tried to stop it; instead he used the tip of his tongue to capture the sweet drip along her chin and following the path back to her mouth.

  She chuckled. “I never thought eating fruit could be so erotic.”

  “You
should see what I can do with watermelon and whip cream.”

  She laughed now, but was immediately stopped as his mouth tackled a sensitive spot in her neck.

  Soon they were pushing the covers away and he was feeling every inch of her with his hands. Twice he tried to move his face between her legs and she diverted him with either a kiss to his own nipples and a bold fondle to his groin.

  It drove him insane to know she had the upper hand at all times, yet still he made love as if there were no tomorrow.

  Chapter 6

  Several hours later, Jacoby suddenly stirred and realized she was missing from the bed. Looking around the room he saw she was nowhere to be found. Cursing under his breath he looked at the time and saw it was about four in the morning.

  “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” she asked coming out the bathroom fully dress.

  “You’re leaving?” he asked surprised, sitting up and turning up the lamp that had been dimmed previously.

  She even had on her coat and her hair looked untouched. “It’s late. I need to be home.”

  Jacoby was gripped with a sense of urgency not to let her leave, but he couldn’t force her to stay. “What if I wanted to see you again?”

  “When you came back in town?” she asked. “Maybe.”

  He reached for his wallet noting it was in the exact same place he had tossed it in when he had gotten the second condom out. This ruled out any possibility that she was not a thief.

  Phoebe watched as he took out his business card and three thousand dollars, and then handed the bills to her. Never in her life had she ever seen this amount of money in her life and as desperately as she needed all of it, she had to be honest and reasonable about this. She counted out fourteen hundred and placed the rest back on the table on the table. “Our deal was for fourteen hundred.”

  “But we went twice,” he disputed with a wicked wink.

  Fighting the urge to smile at just the thought of that delightful experience, she said as seriously as possible. “I’m already feeling awkward taking this money and I really was teasing when I asked for more money, Mr. Knight. Plus you gave over the amount if I was really expecting that money.”

  “Can’t I tip?”

  She sighed tiredly. “Can I be unbusinesslike for a second?” Her left eye twitched in slight exasperation.

  He nodded eager to hear what she had to say.

  “You’ve given me a most pleasurable night. I’ve never been made love to so completely in my life and I thought no man would be able to surpass Daniel, but you have shown me it isn’t only the man to make lovemaking fulfilling it is also me and that I don’t have to worry about lovemaking but other things in order to keep a man, when I thought all this time that was why Daniel left me.” She placed four hundred dollars on the table. “I don’t want any extra from you because I feel I would be ripping you off. I just want to go with what you originally offered.”

  “But-”

  She put a hand up to stop him from speaking. “I won’t argue about this Mr. Knight.” Checking her watch she gasped. “I really must go. If I stay another minute I will be in a world of trouble.”

  “Your number. Can I have it?”

  She hesitated a bit giving him a very cautious look, and then went to the desk to write down ten digits on the hotel stationary. Coming back to the bed she handed it to him, but when he took it he also took her wrist and pulled her down in the bed in one swept. Her lips were captured in the fall by his own in mad passionate kiss that left her completely breathless and the hardness pressing at her side clearly indicated if needed he could definitely go for another round. The wicked look in his eyes clearly told her if she was interested he could take her up on any offer.

  Blushing like a schoolgirl liking the effect she had on him, she reluctantly pushed away standing up. “Good night, Mr. Knight.”

  “Don’t you mean good morning?”

  “All the more reason to get out of here.” She hurried out the door.

  Jacoby cursed under his breath several times before burying his face in his pillow. Why did he have this sinking feeling he would never see her again? Why did he feel he should have done more to make contact with her? Dinner? They could have had dinner or lunch, hell he should have insisted she stay for breakfast. It didn’t matter to him that he would have to pay for her time. He would have stayed in town for another day if it meant-

  What the hell is wrong with you? Jacoby asked himself suddenly. Did he really think she wanted even anything to do with him? It had taken too much of his energy to get her to agree to spending a little time with him. She was too much work and on top of this, she didn’t want anything more to do with him. The pile of money on the table clearly told him that.

  Furthermore, he knew absolutely nothing about this woman. Everything she had done could have been just for show. She just knew his likes and had acted upon his wildest dreams, which he had told her in advanced.

  As much as he tried to convince himself that he did not want another thing to do with her, Jacoby couldn’t. Whether it was a show or not, he found himself hooked to her and wanting more.

  Chapter 7

  Just as Phoebe knew, her mother was sitting in the chair by the door curled up in a deep sleep. Phoebe figured Patricia had tried to stay up as long as possible and if awake when Phoebe came home, would have rushed upstairs and pretended not to know what time Phoebe came in because Patricia still had on her shoes and her bed robe was closed securely about her.

  Quietly closing the door, Phoebe snuck past her mother and went upstairs to her room. As soon as she took off her coat, she went into the twin’s room to check on them. They were sound asleep. Her daughter was snuggled up close to her son, who snored quite loudly for a two year old.

  Just as she was going back in her room, her mother called her name from the bottom of the stairs. “Is that you?”

  “Yes, Momma,” she said quietly.

  Patricia came up the stairs and gave her a worried yet relieved hug. “Are you okay? Is everything okay at work?”

  “Yes, Momma.” She yawned and stretched in an attempt to get out the hug.

  Patricia looked her over and frowned worriedly. “Are you sure you are okay, Phoebe?”

  Phoebe huffed rolling her eyes heavenwards. “Yes, Momma. I’m fine.” She went in her room with Patricia following her. “Why do you keep asking me that?”

  “Because you have your shirt on backwards.”

  Phoebe looked down to see her tag sticking out the front of her shirt and blushed profusely. Covering her eyes with her hands in embarrassment, she plopped on her bed. “Oh Momma, I can’t believe what I did. I didn’t want you to know. I’m so ashamed of myself.”

  “Why? Just because you had sex? What’s to be ashamed of?” Patricia looked as if Phoebe had won a million dollars.

  “If you only knew what I did tonight, Mother, you wouldn’t be so happy.”

  “I only care that you look like a light bulb. I never seen you glow like this before in my life.”

  An unladylike snort came from Phoebe as she fell back on the bed and closed her eyes. “You really don’t understand, do you?”

  “I know that even if you didn’t come in here with your shirt on backwards, I still could have known some handsome man ravished you.” Patricia knelt down and began to take off Phoebe’s shoes. “He was handsome, wasn’t he?”

  “Too handsome, Mother.”

  “Did you have fun?”

  “Yes, too much fun. I almost didn’t want to leave.”

  “You could have stayed you know. I would have understood.” Patricia sat beside Phoebe on the bed. Sitting up, Phoebe leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder comforting in the feel of having her mother there. She really needed a friend right now and Patricia was definitely being that for her.

  Yet Phoebe was terrified that if her mother knew she had taken the money for sex, things would change. She wanted very much to be honest with her mother, and she wanted very much to just get that
money out her pocket and place it in her mother’s hands, but she didn’t want to see the shameful look in Patricia’s eyes when the truth was known. So Phoebe bit down on her lip hard and waited for Patricia to finish interrogating her about the night hoping it would be over soon.

  “So give me all the juicy details,” Patricia said. “Who is he? Where did you meet him?”

  “Well we didn’t get into all that he did, but I suspect he does some business thing by the way he dresses and carries himself.” Another yawn escaped her, this one on purpose, longer than all the others

  “Alright, you can go to sleep. You don’t have to tell me twice.” Patricia got up not at all upset. “I’ll question you tomorrow about everything.” Kissing her daughter on the forehead, she left out the room.

  Phoebe didn’t even bother taking off her clothes. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.

  ****

  “You look like shit,” Simon said as he poked his head in her office.

  “You do too and I bet you got some rest last night,” Phoebe snapped.

  He crinkled his nose and brought himself all the way in the office. “That is not my bright and cherry Phoebe. Did you leave your spirit at home?”

  “I lost that spirit last night on my exhaustive trip home from Lansing. I really can’t wait for this weekend.”

  “It’s only Wednesday.”

  “And I feel like a train wreck,” she snipped.

  “You look like a train wreck,” he agreed.

  She couldn’t help but laugh knowing the bags under her eyes must be huge. “Don’t you have work to do?”

  “Oh now you want to act like the boss, huh?” he teased then pulled out some papers from behind his back. “Madeline faxed these over then called me and let me know to expect the computer engineer to come back today to install some new software. The computers haven’t had one glitch since he fixed them yesterday, and now he said he just needed to install a program he wrote to make sure what happened before doesn’t happen again. Won’t that be great?”