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Chapter 1

“Shit! I can’t believe this!” Kathy Roberts screeched at the broken air conditioner jutting out of the wall. She smacked the archaic machine one more time for good measure before she walked away.

Her last customer at Great Headz Barber looked at her with a smirk.

“Murphy’s Law right?” she said as she put down the buzzer and walked to prop open the front door with a brick. Hot air wafted in and it felt as if she'd opened an oven door. She coughed.

“This heat wave sucks,” the man said. “Too hot to do anything.” 

At one hundred and one degrees Fahrenheit, the sweat trickled down the back of her neck and between her breasts in minutes. The short pieces of hair that came off the buzzer stuck to her making her itch and wish for a cool shower. She sauntered back over to her counter and picked up the buzzer, flipping it on.

“Yeah, just my luck too, that stupid thing crashing. At least you’re my last customer today, and I’m almost done. Just a few minutes more. I have to head over to my sister's for a BBQ tonight, so I decided to close up early today. Too hot anyway.” She passed the comb over the crown of his head, lifting it up for the man’s flat-top. He’d been in many times before and got better looking each time she saw him. The crinkles around his eyes were more pronounced this time, and he now had some silver at his temples. Not much, just a smattering.

She glanced at his neck and shoulders as she trimmed the hair at his nape. The clippers revealed pale skin as hair fell away, leaving a dark tan-line. He probably worked outside. His shoulders were broad under the barber cape, and his fingers and nails were banged.

“So what do you do?” She hated such general questions, but some men never liked to chitchat while they got their hair done.

“I’m a mechanic.”

“Oh? Where?”

“Over on the corner at the Mobil station.”

“I thought with your tan you worked outside.”

“No, I’ve owned the place for thirteen years now. I got the tan at the beach last week.”

“Must be hell this week working in there. All those fumes.”

“Yeah.” He wiped his hands on the black nylon cape. 

“So,” he paused, “How’d you come up with the name for your shop?”

She chuckled. Every man got around to asking her that. It always made for some sparky conversation.

“Well, I was inspired. A double entendre, you know? I figured guys would like the name, and I’m a barber.”

She caught glimpses of his face in the mirror while she spoke to watch his reaction. He was adorable. His hair lay thick and dark brown, his Levi’s hung low enough to make her check him out when he walked in. She watched the corner of his mouth hitch. He wanted to ask her more, she saw the questions flowing in his eyes. Kathy could tell when he made a decision and gathered his courage. His shoulders heaved with a deep breath.

“So which one are you great at?”

Wow. She never thought he’d be so bold.

“Well, I’d like to think both.” She grinned at him in the mirror and his eyes met hers. He moved his head up and she clipped a divot at his neck.

“Ahh—now look what you made me do. I’ll have to fix that. It’ll only take a minute more to blend that in.” She reached over his head to grab the comb and he turned his head and nosed her breast. She gasped, then cleared her throat to hide her shiver.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

Funny, but he didn’t look one bit sorry. He looked quite pleased with a mischievous gleam in his eye. It didn’t help that she wore a thin camisole for a shirt. She met his eyes in the mirror and shook her head at him. She loved the lightning shock that bolted through her body, delicious with longing even though he was a stranger. A gorgeous stranger. She wondered if she could tell him to do it again. A faint smell of soap and sweat drifted to her and she wanted to smell all of him. 

Always the good girl, she played it safe. “You’re bad, now stop before you make me mess up again.” She took a fine comb and with a few passes blended in the hole a bit, but

it still showed if you looked close enough. She caught a peek at herself in the mirror, her nipples plainly showed through the shirt.

She swung the chair around so he faced her, and started to take a bit more off the front to even it all out after the mistake. Leaning over to trim his bangs she saw his pupils dilate as he eyed her breasts. She shivered again, and tried to concentrate on what she was doing. The tension he radiated made her senses bristle.

Finally Kathy clicked the buzzer off and reached over to put it down—and felt his moist hot mouth fasten around her nipple. Zings of tension made her thighs clench. The silk of the cami and the lace of her demi-bra weren’t much of a barrier. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stifled a moan.

She pulled back, out of reach of his mouth. Even though the air was hot, it chilled the wetness of her shirt and made her nipple peak harder.

“I think you’d better leave.” Her voice sounded raspy to her own ears.

“I don’t think you want me to. I think you liked that.” He leaned forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. “Your eyes tell me you did.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Go. Now.”

“What if I want to stay?”

“Get the hell out.” She stepped back and put her hands on her hips.

“I’ll leave if you let me kiss you for one minute.”

“You are not amusing. If you're still here when I count to five I’m going to call the cops.” 

“I thought you wanted me?”

“One…two…” Please let him kiss me again…

She didn’t want to follow through with her threat; but knew it was what she was supposed to do. She liked the tension, the frantic need amplified by her nervousness. Wanting to yell, but wanting his kisses more. Dancing on that fine line thrilled.

He didn’t listen. He pulled her between his legs, her chest even with his eyes, and nestled his face in between her breasts. She put her hands on his shoulders and shoved. His hands held fast to her hips, unyielding, and the muscles in his forearms flexed. He tongued the sweaty crevice between her breasts and ran his open calloused hands up her ribs, catching her under the arms.

It’d been so long since she had felt that rush. The anticipation.

“I’ve watched you look at me. I can see it in your face when you think I’m not looking.” He leaned forward, raising himself in the chair, and ran his tongue up the side of her neck to the crook of her ear.

She moaned and hung her head back.

With a soft, knowing chuckle, he stood up and caught his hands behind her head. The nylon cape rustled between them and a car went by. He let go. She stood there weak-kneed, eyes closed, wanting to savor the feeling.

Sounds of ripping Velcro echoed over the radio, then the brick scraped and the lock clicked. The blinds clattered as they came down.

Nuts. She was nuts.

But she had been watching him. Stealing covert glances under her eyelashes. How did he know it’d been so long since she felt yearning? It snuck up on her, the loss of her desire. The business, the kids, never-ending housework. Her mind never slowed down enough to just enjoy things anymore and the stress of everyday living took its chunk of flesh in the price of her libido. At one point she couldn’t dredge up a memory of the last time she even felt like having sex. 

She opened her eyes to watch him saunter back to her. She loved what she saw.

He had a rough walk. A walk filled with self-confidence. He should feel good, the way he looked. His arms were big and wiry under his tee shirt and his jeans slung low on his hips. He looked at her with a question, as if he expected her to bolt out the back, and she should.

She should. But she didn’t want to.

The urge to flee was almost as strong as the anticipation of staying. Both emotions made her skin thrum.

“I’ve never done this before.” Her voice came out a whisper.

“Then it’s a first for both of us.”

“You’re too cute to not have women fall at you.”

“I never take them up on it. I like to make the first move.”

“Oh.” She looked up at him and he kissed the tip of her nose.

His fingers caressed her back and flipped the hook of her bra. Hard, rough hands engulfed her waist and running up, lifted her arms and swept her shirt over her head. Even though the air was hot, it shivered her skin, puckering her nipples again. He leaned down and swept one into his mouth with his tongue, flicking the other with his finger. Shocks ran down her legs and wired in straight to her center. She moaned and pulled at his pants button.

“Not yet.”

“Please?” She hated sounding needy.

“No.”

He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, bunching the jean fabric of her skirt around her waist. The perfume of her arousal caressed her nose. She heard him inhale and the thread of tension vanished. 

His tongue and lips ran over her breast to the underside and he pushed her into the chair. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, pulled aside the crotch of her panties, and buried his nose in her exposed wiry curls. His hands slid under her backside and pulled her up to his face. She rested her head on the back of the chair as his tongue swept every crevice of her lips and dipped into her. A gentle gush quivered within her. Fingers spread her open to him and he nibbled on her clit, then drove his tongue inside. She felt like a ripe juicy peach being devoured and savored.

Fragments of thought flittered through her mind, images of fantasies, but none held in the power of reality. She missed being overcome with desire to the point of thoughtlessness, when her body became a tangle of frantic nerves. He twirled his tongue around her clit and thrust his tongue inside her again.

Her shoulders arched forward and her head fell back as she took a shuttered breath. His hands slid up her waist to cup her breasts and she couldn’t hold back her moan. His hot hands on her chilled skin, his wet mouth on her throbbing clit. Her orgasm overwhelmed her and he lapped at her with broad strokes until her body quieted.

Suddenly he picked her up and carried her to the shower stall in the back of the store.

With urgent hands, he pulled the button of her skirt and shoved it and her panties down over her hips as she stepped out of her sandals. Then he pushed the knob of the shower and adjusted the water. The cool beads joined with the slick sweat on her neck and back, reviving her lassitude. She watched as he shucked off his jeans and jockeys, admiration flooded her and she felt another clench. She wanted him inside her.

Another wave of anticipation crashed over her.

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“You better get ready.” He’d been waiting for this all day. They had planned it lying in bed last night. He'd almost had to go into the back of the garage to jack off today just thinking about their date. Thank God he spent half the day under a car.

She shuddered under his gaze.

“I want you in my mouth.” She dragged a perfect glossy polished fingernail over his nipple.

His cock bounced like it was telling her yes. But he shook his head. “I’m gonna make you come a few more times before you can touch me.” The taste of her lingered in his mouth and he licked his lips. He reached for the bottle of body wash.

Viscous liquid soap filled his palm and he worked it into a froth, lathering up and down her body. His fingers slithered down and cupped her, twining in springy wet curls, swirling around her swollen clit.

It had taken many trips to a counselor together before they made love again, and he never believed it would ever be this hot. Sex now blew newlywed sex out of the atmosphere.

He looked at her now and a rush of possessiveness overtook him, and he slammed her up against the shower wall, covering her with his body. Lifting her off her feet, bracing her with his arms, he pushed his cock into her sheath, claiming her. Hot water pounded his back as he pumped her up and down, their bodies slipping, him full and slick inside her. He couldn’t leave her with one doubt as to whose she was. Every stroke to remind her. She’d never think about leaving him again. He put his arms under her legs and crushed her thighs to her chest. Her feet knocked staccato on his back, her back pressed against the tile. 

“Dean.” Her voice came out in gasps. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Un-gh.”

He growled. The first spasms of her orgasm clenched his cock and elation poured over him. He made her feel like that. He did that to her.

Her head fell back on the tile wall and he kissed the hollow of her neck.

He gave her one more thrust and lay his head on her chest. He didn’t know what to say. That he loved her? That he wanted her forever? That he loved being inside her more than anything? That was his problem. He never knew what to say. He kissed the underside of her ear and traced his tongue around its curves.

“Do you want to stop?” Well, that didn’t come out right.

“No, don’t stop. You didn’t come yet.”

“You’ve got another in you. Three’s your lucky number.”

“Mmmm.”

He let her legs down slowly, one at a time, and slid himself out. Bed. They owned a king sized bed and he wanted her on it. Showers and barber chairs were fun for thrills but he wanted her spread out.

The water now seemed chilled so he turned the knob to hot. He lathered up more soap filling the steamed shower with its bright citrus smell. He gave her a once over, nibbling her ears and lips as he washed her.

Her soft stomach flared into rounded hips. Her body became lush after the kids. Her ass fit nicely into his opened palms and he traced his fingers to where her rear met the inside of her thigh. She jolted toward him, their stomachs touching. He threaded his fingers around and into her lips, washing all her valleys and thumbing her clit. She moaned into his chest. He needed to keep her hot until they got home. 

Water sluiced down his face and he shook his head under the stream. His balls were heavy and his cock throbbed. The idea of zipping up his jeans made him wince. He turned the water off and grabbed the towel off the rack. It was thick, soft and he wrapped it around her as he rubbed her dry.

Kneeling, he concentrated on drying the lower half of her body, appreciating how her legs tapered down into trim ankles and bright coral toenails. He gently lifted her right

foot, drew a toe into his mouth and sucked. She'd told him once that she thought a blowjob felt the way it did when he sucked on her toes. He'd laughed at her. He couldn’t help it. He’d sucked her clit to show her what it might feel like.

He now popped her toe out of his mouth and stood up to dry himself. She turned and he smacked her ass as she bent to get her panties.

“No way José.” He shook his head.

“What?”

“No panties.”

“Why?”

“I want to play with you on the way home. I want you crazy.”

“You are crazy.” She bent to pick up the panties.

“No.” He slapped her ass again, then reached over, snatched the panties out of her hand and threw them in the toilet.

“You!”

“Open your legs.”

“You freakin’ threw my panties in the toilet!”

He drew his hand up her thigh and slid three fingers into her with ease. The knobby part of her pussy was engorged and he pulled his fingers towards himself and drew small circles inside her. 

“Ahhh!”

“That’s your G-spot. I’ve been reading those books you have.”

Satisfaction filled him as she clutched the sink for support. He felt pride in making her want him without restraint. It showed him how far they’d come. He would have done anything at all to save their relationship. All it took was a few times at the counselors and reading her erotica stash. It scared him sometimes though, wondering if he’d done

enough. Working on machines came easy. Nuts, bolts, pistons. All of that made sense to him. Working on his marriage and learning about his wife gave him heart palpitations.

“Please…please…inside me.”

He withdrew his dripping fingers and slipped them into his mouth. The taste of her in his mouth made him harder than anything he’d ever known. After licking his fingers clean, he drew his hand down her waist and found her pearled clit, tapping it gently as he guided himself into her waiting sheath. Once again her juices saturated his fingers and he brought them to his mouth again.

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Dean had teased her the whole way home, stroking her until she couldn’t take anymore, and then soothing the ache away. He never made her too frantic, but did just enough to keep her primed. She wanted to get inside the house and work him into the same frenzy. She knew at this point he could barely contain himself. 

She looked at him across the hood of the truck. They were a miracle. Six months ago their marriage looked like it was over, but the anger that festered in her told her it wasn’t. She loved him, she just couldn’t live with him. It seemed to have gone from a small argument to her flipping through the yellow pages for lawyers.

But he'd taken the initiative after she went to the counselor and built the bridge to her heart. He went out of his way to relearn her, complimenting her, and eventually getting her into bed, where he reignited her fire. Of course it sounded easy, but they’d worked hard at it.

She smiled at him. “I’ll race you to the bed!” She took off at a dash.

“First one there gets tied!” He yelled back.

“I want to tie you!” She threw open the door and raced down the hall. His heavy footfalls came slow behind her.

“You weren’t even racing!” she said as she stood at the bedroom door.

“You tied me last night. Today is your day.”

“Oh.” She dug her toe into the carpet. “I…I don’t know if I’m ready yet.” She peeked up to see the smile on his face falter.

Disappointing him made her feel like she couldn’t be trusted to make the effort after all of his diligence in repairing their marriage. Could she trust him? How could she not?

His hands hung at his sides; the silence became thick. Three small steps closed the distance between them and she placed her palm on his chest. “I trust you,” she whispered.

“I don’t trust myself.”

“Why do you have to trust yourself?” His breath blew hot over her ear, sending prickles down her arms. 

“I don’t trust myself to relax. I don’t trust myself to just enjoy you loving me. I think too much.”

Muscled arms enfolded her. “You are more enticing now then you ever were. Your body is sensual, but it’s you inside that turns me on the most. How about letting me try? You can tell me if it gets to be too much.”

“Yes.” She could barely say the word. Giving herself over to him sounded easy, until she did it. She got better at it each time, trusting him more in little bits. The muscles in her stomach trembled and ached.

A warm, calloused palm found the small of her back and propelled her into their dim bedroom. The scent of her sandalwood candle, though unlit, still carried in the warm air enveloping the room. This space was a safe haven she created to relax them. She

redecorated when they renewed their marriage vows. A new space for them to make new memories.

His hands slipped down, cupping her rear as he pushed her towards the bed. They stopped at the edge, and from behind her, he popped the button open on her skirt and smoothed the denim down over her thighs until it dropped to the floor. She stepped out of the circle of fabric as he ran his hands slid over her legs and hips, palming her stomach, then cupping her breasts. His hands felt like liquid heat on her skin, making her shiver as they skimmed her body.

Releasing her breasts, he slid his hands back down, grasped the hem of her shirt, and lifted it over her head. Then he pushed her forward, lowering her gently facedown to the bed where the beaded coverlet scraped her nipples, making them pebble.

He lowered himself over her, pressing her into the mattress, spreading her legs as he did so.

Her heart pounded in her chest at feeling him covering her. She arched her hips forward and pushed against him, her wet slit grinding into the rough denim containing his bulging erection. 

“You’re soaking my jeans.”

She could hear the smile in his voice, but her pussy clenched at the image.

He lifted himself slightly and she heard the rasp of his zipper. Then the head of his warm hard cock slipped into her, teasing, a mere two inches, just enough to make her mind spin with want.

She moved to push herself back on him, but his hand grabbed her hips hard, almost bruising them. “No. My turn.”

“I want you inside me.”

“I am inside you.”

“More.”

Suddenly he slammed fully into her, making her breath leave in a great whoosh. But before she could savor the feeling, he'd pulled all the way back out, leaving her vacant.

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes.” Sweat gathered on her forehead, itching as it trickled onto her face. Is this what she wanted all those times when she needed more?

He pressed her hips into the coverlet, causing the beads to grind into her skin. “Move to the center of the bed, but stay on your stomach. I'm going to tie you now.”

Her muscles tightened at the order. She could come right now, just at the image of what he wanted her to do. This scene was one of her favorites from the books, but she had always been too afraid.

Envisioning those straps holding her down…in fantasy she wanted it. It had power when it became real. They were married, but she’d never given her whole self. That’s what the straps meant to her. To give herself over to him completely. 

He released her hips and she complied, arranging herself spread-eagle in the middle of the bed. As she did so, he pulled four Velcro straps from under the bed at the corners.

He made it seem almost nonchalant how he opened them, strapping them around her ankles and wrists. Surprisingly, their snugness comforted. They made her feel safe.

She heard him open and close a drawer, then felt his fingers slather cool cream onto her slit. It smelled of mint and tingled as he worked it all around her clit, her lips and her tight pucker. Tingling became a slow burn. She took a mouthful of blanket and bit down. She wanted to feel his cock reach so deep.

When he'd slathered her sufficiently, he covered her eyes with a soft blindfold and walked to the other side of the room.

A switch snapped and a dull hum filled the room. Her heart filled her mouth. She wanted to tell him to stop, that she couldn’t take anymore, but it would be a lie. Beneath the denial lay such a strong need that it consumed her. She wanted it all.

She trickled onto the comforter. “Dean?” Her voice sounded like she smoked a pack a day.

“What do you want Kath?”

“I want you.”

“What exactly do you want?”

The hum came closer.

“I want you in me, I want you all over.”

“All you ever need to do is ask.” The bed beside her thighs depressed.

Cold hard silicone rooted at her. It swirled and vibrated. It slithered between her lips, spreading her wide. Its bulbous head stretched her and packed her full. As she relaxed into it, he pushed it another inch, his fingers touching her rim. Rocking her in a smooth rhythm, he pulled out then pushed back in again. Slowly, inch-by-inch, building her up. 

She gasped when the pad of his thumb swirled around her pucker, pressing in, slipping past the tight ring. She scrunched her rear up into the air wanting more. Her breath drew ragged against the pillows. Thoughts tumbled in her mind of her fantasies, then rambled to how he knew exactly what she wanted.

“I want to see you. I want to see your face as I make you come.”

It seemed as if he took forever to take the vibrator out, letting its circular motions spiral out of her.

His arm reached over to undo the restraints at her wrists and she felt the heaviness of his erection thump her thigh. She loved him. Every lickable, suckable inch of hardness. The second wrist came undone and she slithered under him, tantalizing his cock with her

wet cleft, stroking him between her juiced lips. She wanted him to lose it, to come all over her back in big spurts.

He pulled away and chuckled, the tear of the Velcro signaling her release. It didn’t make her as free as she thought. In a way, she wanted to have them back on.

“Can you put them back on?”

“Not tonight. I want you to love them, not fear them. I want them to tantalize you.”

Kathy turned over onto her back and looked at him, the cover sticking to her damp skin. She still thought he was the best looking guy she’d ever seen, and he loved her so much. He’d proven that with actions. “Dean, thank you.”

“What else do you want?”

“No, I mean thank you for fighting for us. For loving me that much.” She watched his features soften from stark desire to burning passion.

“You never said that before.” 

“I meant to. I’m sorry. I never told you how I felt.”

He lay down alongside her, their skin sticking together. He ran his fingers down her side and her body trembled and goosebumped.

“I want the weight of you on top of me.” She curled into him and dragged the tip of her tongue around the soft swirl of his ear. Her arms wrapped around him and she held him to her. He rolled his body on top of her and kissed her like he meant it. Like all of the words he'd never spoken to her before were in those kisses. Pieces of fights came back to her, flashing like hallucinations, all the horrible things she’d said. She was so sorry. She twined her arms around his neck and kissed him back with renewed passion.

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Kathy’s apology gave him pause. He’d always wondered if she was happy they'd gotten things on track. He’d been a lackluster husband and the possibility of her leaving sobered him. Not to mention the thought of not seeing his kids every day. He always seemed to be able to talk about his feelings easier after they were done playing. Like an orgasm undid the lock on his mouth, letting out all the words in his heart.

He kissed her eyes and around to her ear. Easing himself over her, he drew her legs around his sides and slid inside her again.

For as intense and naughty as their most recent play had been, he now took things much more slowly. Those words had changed the feeling. He wanted her to know he cherished her.

He stroked her body back to a high thrum, slowly and deliberately. Her breathing came in short gasps. Her thighs quaked with tremors while her cunt gripped him tighter with each stroke. 

She filled his ear with her moan. Those noises she made sounded like the most erotic music. They pushed him over the edge. It came from his toes to the tip of his hair. His whole body clenched and tightened and gushed in one bodily orgasm.

Kathy ran her fingers through his hair. “I like it best of all like that.”

“No bells and whistles?”

“Craziness is fun, but looking at you while you’re inside me, watching you and feeling you on top of me— That is the best.”

“That’s nice to know.”

She yawned suddenly. “Oh! I could fall sleep.”

“Nope. You get in the shower first.”

“Oh, a nap. I want a nap.”

“We have to pick the kids up.”

She snorted and he smiled into her hair. “You’ll have to get off me first.”

He lifted his body so she could shimmy out from beneath him, then collapsed back onto the bed. He heard her turn the AC on and pad to the shower.

Sleep called him as he listened to the water in the bathroom, the steady rushing sound lulling him. But with a groan, he brushed it off and hoisted himself off the bed. Once standing, thirst became a more pressing issue, so he made his way down to the fridge, where he poured two glasses of Coke with ice. By the time he got back, she stood in the closet picking out a summer dress.

“Here you go.” He handed her a frosty glass.

She accepted the drink with her free hand and smiled. “Thanks, I need some caffeine and sugar to get me going.” 

“I live to serve,” he said, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be right out.” With that, he disappeared into the bathroom

“I’ll call to tell them we’re on our way.”

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She watched him walk into the shower, at his body, all hers. She didn’t regret staying. He loved her and that made it worth it.

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