Running Wilde (The Winnie Wilde Series Book 1) by Sue Ann Jaffarian, Meg Chambers

main spray was running down Ben’s back. Following his lead, Winnie quickly washed his hair and gave him a soapy massage, but near the end she lowered herself, kneeling on the wet tile. She played with his genitals, massaging them. He moaned, his arms spread out, one hand flat against the side of the shower, the other clutching the top of the shower door. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed.
    She rubbed between his strong ropey thighs, and traced the muscles with her tongue. When her mouth closed over his erection and began sucking, he called out something unintelligible. Winnie was pleased. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her.
    Winnie reached for the condoms Ben had left on the shower bench and unwrapped one while Ben slipped to the floor, his back against the wall, his legs out in front of him. Quickly Winnie slipped the condom on and straddled him, impaling herself hard and fast. For a few seconds, they stayed still, locked together with the water hitting them from several sides, then they began rocking, finding a common rhythm, until they climaxed almost at the same time.

 
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    “A dildo does not make you run,” Kathy pointed out over dinner on Friday night.
    “No, it doesn’t,” Winnie agreed, “but it also doesn’t make me feel like the top of my head is about to come off.” She paused, then added, “In a good way. In a very good way.”
    “So you’re enjoying your physical therapy?” Kathy did air quotes when saying the last two words.
    Winnie laughed. “Yes, very much. Although I doubt it’s doing the state drought situation any good.”
    “And is any work getting done on the house?”
    A waiter delivered two beet salads to their table and Winnie waited until he left before answering. “Quite a bit, actually.” Winnie poked a fork at her salad. “We don’t spend the entire day in bed, you know. We seem to have settled into a nice but exciting routine. In the morning we run, then make love, then work on the house. Except yesterday when Nadia came in to clean. We skipped the run, and when Ben showed up, he went right to work. Although I did notice that Nadia enjoyed having the eye candy around. The part of the house where Ben was working was especially clean.”
    “And the screwing?” Kathy asked, her green eyes glowing with curiosity. “Did you skip that too or sneak off to the garage while Nadia was busy scrubbing that den of iniquity better known as your shower?”
    Winnie blushed. “We had a quickie after Nadia went home.” She stabbed a beet. “Actually, the quickie turned into an overnight.” She stuck the beet into her mouth and chewed. “Yum. This is the best beet salad I’ve ever had.”
    Kathy took a bite of hers and agreed, but before she could say anything more the waiter brought two plates of appetizers their table. One plate contained delicate quarters of deviled eggs. The other held miniature grilled cheese sandwiches, no bigger than a bite. “Compliments of the chef,” the waiter said as he placed them on the table.
    Winnie popped a tiny sandwich into her mouth. “Mmmm. I’m going to have to run an extra few miles after this meal.”
    Kathy had just sampled a deviled egg. “Will you be running those miles vertically or horizontally?”
    Winnie was tempted to throw a baby sandwich at Kathy but changed her mind since it was a very nice restaurant and she didn’t want to waste the delicious food. That, and the chef was heading their way.
    “Hi,” said the tall slender woman in a white chef’s coat. She had short unnaturally black hair and very white skin. Settled on her long nose were round glasses with purple frames. Her face was narrow and her mouth highlighted by laugh lines. She smiled at both of them, but her gaze latched onto Kathy. “I’m so glad you decided to try my restaurant, Kathy.”
    “After your passionate pitch about the place, how could I not?” Kathy matched the chef’s smile and eye latch. “Zoe,