a glass from the water cooler. He thought about going into the kitchen to greet her, but he didn’t want to seem too eager.
“Did you have a nice time?” he asked the second she stepped into the living room.
“I did.” Surprise was evident in her voice. “Marienne is really nice. And she’s a lot cooler than I expected.”
Daniel knew both of those things. “Cooler how?”
“She’s got this very relaxed, easy-going way about her. She could use a bit more self-confidence though.”
Uh-oh. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“I had to talk her into buying this blouse that was perfect for her. She seemed to think it wouldn’t look good.”
“And what did you say?” Something nice, something encouraging…
“I told her it was a great color for her and that it would make her boobs look awesome.”
“Oh my God.” He groaned then laughed. “You really said that?”
“It was true,” Justine said. “It was the perfect color for her, she’s so freaking pale it really brightened up her complexion, and she’s got great boobs.”
Daniel was not about to argue. Plus he was distracted, as he couldn’t help but picture Marienne’s breasts.
“She bought the shirt?” he asked.
“Yes, of course.” Justine smiled, straddling his lap. “I can be very persuasive.” She took the book out of his hands and placed it on the end table next to his beer. She swiveled against him, and leaned in for a kiss.
He ran his hands up her spine. “I’m glad you had a good day.”
“Me too.” Her eyes darkened. “I also told Marienne that you’re a fantastic fuck.”
“What?” He was gobsmacked.
“You think only guys talk about that stuff?”
“You’re unbelievable.” He was unsure whether he should be flattered or embarrassed, and felt a bit of both. He wondered what Marienne’s reaction had been to hearing that statement, but he knew he couldn’t ask Justine, and he felt fairly certain Marienne wouldn’t mention it either.
“I’ll show you unbelievable.” Justine pulled him off the chair and onto the living room rug.
Things progressed quickly. She was clearly in the mood. Daniel had no trouble matching her enthusiasm. His hands worked across her body as he undressed her. She wasted no time undoing his pants.
Her fingers wrapped around him. “God I love your cock.”
He climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply, his tongue mimicking the gyration of her hips. She came first, groaning into his ear, her mouth hot and wet against his neck.
He followed within moments.
“Oh man,” she said, panting. “I should tell you you’re a great fuck more often.”
Chapter Eight
Daniel scanned the theater as he strode toward the stage. Lumber was being carried in through the side door, and the smell of sawdust filled the air. The usual cluster of sewing ladies was sitting in a circle, stitching petticoats and parasols. He felt a twinge of disappointment as he realized Marienne was nowhere in sight, then he saw her, crouched down at the rear of the stage.
She looked tiny, kneeling and hunched over. She was wearing a faded black t-shirt and torn jeans that were already splattered with multiple colors of paint. A bandana held back her hair. He smiled as he heard her muttering a barrage of curse words at the paint can she was struggling to open.
“When I first saw you I thought maybe it was dress like a pirate day, now I see it’s swear like a sailor day as well.”
She made a face. “Go ahead, make fun. You try to open this can.”
Whoever had put the lid on hadn’t wiped the rim and now the can was cemented shut. She handed him the spackle knife and hammer. He tried to chip away the dried paint to break the seal.
“Shit,” he said as the sharp edge of the knife skipped out of the ridge and scraped across the top of the can. “Bugger.” It happened again.
Marienne laughed. “Now who’s cursing like a sailor?”
“I wasn’t making fun of your abilities. It was more a commentary on your
“Did you have a nice time?” he asked the second she stepped into the living room.
“I did.” Surprise was evident in her voice. “Marienne is really nice. And she’s a lot cooler than I expected.”
Daniel knew both of those things. “Cooler how?”
“She’s got this very relaxed, easy-going way about her. She could use a bit more self-confidence though.”
Uh-oh. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“I had to talk her into buying this blouse that was perfect for her. She seemed to think it wouldn’t look good.”
“And what did you say?” Something nice, something encouraging…
“I told her it was a great color for her and that it would make her boobs look awesome.”
“Oh my God.” He groaned then laughed. “You really said that?”
“It was true,” Justine said. “It was the perfect color for her, she’s so freaking pale it really brightened up her complexion, and she’s got great boobs.”
Daniel was not about to argue. Plus he was distracted, as he couldn’t help but picture Marienne’s breasts.
“She bought the shirt?” he asked.
“Yes, of course.” Justine smiled, straddling his lap. “I can be very persuasive.” She took the book out of his hands and placed it on the end table next to his beer. She swiveled against him, and leaned in for a kiss.
He ran his hands up her spine. “I’m glad you had a good day.”
“Me too.” Her eyes darkened. “I also told Marienne that you’re a fantastic fuck.”
“What?” He was gobsmacked.
“You think only guys talk about that stuff?”
“You’re unbelievable.” He was unsure whether he should be flattered or embarrassed, and felt a bit of both. He wondered what Marienne’s reaction had been to hearing that statement, but he knew he couldn’t ask Justine, and he felt fairly certain Marienne wouldn’t mention it either.
“I’ll show you unbelievable.” Justine pulled him off the chair and onto the living room rug.
Things progressed quickly. She was clearly in the mood. Daniel had no trouble matching her enthusiasm. His hands worked across her body as he undressed her. She wasted no time undoing his pants.
Her fingers wrapped around him. “God I love your cock.”
He climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply, his tongue mimicking the gyration of her hips. She came first, groaning into his ear, her mouth hot and wet against his neck.
He followed within moments.
“Oh man,” she said, panting. “I should tell you you’re a great fuck more often.”
Chapter Eight
Daniel scanned the theater as he strode toward the stage. Lumber was being carried in through the side door, and the smell of sawdust filled the air. The usual cluster of sewing ladies was sitting in a circle, stitching petticoats and parasols. He felt a twinge of disappointment as he realized Marienne was nowhere in sight, then he saw her, crouched down at the rear of the stage.
She looked tiny, kneeling and hunched over. She was wearing a faded black t-shirt and torn jeans that were already splattered with multiple colors of paint. A bandana held back her hair. He smiled as he heard her muttering a barrage of curse words at the paint can she was struggling to open.
“When I first saw you I thought maybe it was dress like a pirate day, now I see it’s swear like a sailor day as well.”
She made a face. “Go ahead, make fun. You try to open this can.”
Whoever had put the lid on hadn’t wiped the rim and now the can was cemented shut. She handed him the spackle knife and hammer. He tried to chip away the dried paint to break the seal.
“Shit,” he said as the sharp edge of the knife skipped out of the ridge and scraped across the top of the can. “Bugger.” It happened again.
Marienne laughed. “Now who’s cursing like a sailor?”
“I wasn’t making fun of your abilities. It was more a commentary on your
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