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gorgeous,” he replied, licking the sauce off my nose before kissing me.
    Within moments, his playfulness became serious, and our lips met with a newly ignited passion. It wouldn’t be long before we’d leave the world behind. His kisses were intoxicating and left me craving more. His lips left mine to nibble at my earlobe before slowly searing a path down my neck and shoulders. They found their way back up and recaptured mine.
    I wanted to feel his hard body against mine. Obviously, he felt the same way because he swept everything off the table and pushed me down on top of it. As he rained kisses on my mouth, face, and neck, he opened my blouse and eased the lacy cup of my bra aside so he could kiss my unencumbered breasts. Electricity began to arc through me, awakening every neuron in my body. His other hand reached under my skirt, and his fingers slipped into my panties. The passion rising in me was becoming so hot, I thought I might dissolve with all the pleasure. With restless hands, I opened his pants and freed his hardened member. We’d both long decided to dispense with protection as we were both clean and I was on the pill. Richard removed his fingers and practically ripped off my panties. A moment later, he was inside me and pumping. I arched my back and rose to meet him, grabbing on to the ends of the table.
    It only took a few moments of frenzied thrusting for the both of us to come in an explosion of fiery sensation. Richard collapsed on top of me, and I held him against my breasts while our vitals slowed to normal. We both sounded like broken engines, sputtering and gasping for breath. I couldn’t believe I’d actually made love on a wooden kitchen table and hadn’t gotten a splinter. The thought of doing that with Geoffrey nearly made me giggle. His idea of making love was by appointment on a comfortable bed with a thick mattress.
    Richard stepped out of his slacks and scooped me up into his arms. He nuzzled my neck as he carried me into the bedroom. He smelled of pizza sauce—good enough to eat. I fell back down on the bed and pulled him down with me. Then, I straddled him. All’s fair when it comes to love, I thought, as I lowered myself down onto his already reawakened love stick.
     
    ***
     
    The following morning, a loud knocking woke us from a deep, well-earned sleep.
    “Who the hell is that? It’s Sunday morning, for God’s sake,” Richard murmured into the back of my head.
    “You’d better go answer before your neighbors call the cops.”
    He grumbled something under his breath as he swung his long legs over to the side of the bed. He got off the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans. Just watching him pull them on over those gorgeous white buns stirred my juices.
    “Hurry back.”
    With the bedroom door left open, I was able to hear clearly everything that was being said in the living room. God, how I wished I hadn’t.
    “What are you guys doing here?”
    I heard a deep voice reply, “It’s a beautiful day. I thought you might like to go to the putting range with us.”
    “Can’t. Got company.”
    “The redhead with the big boobs from upstairs? You finally got a piece of her?” asked another voice, oozing with admiration.
    “No. Amber.”
    “Who—don’t tell me? The waitress from Sundays, right?” the same voice concluded.
    “No. The tall, sexy woman from The Slow Dancer.”
    “The old lady from the bar?” a third voice asked, in a tone dripping with disbelief.
    “Yes.”
    “You’re kidding, right?” the first voice replied.
    “Nope. No joke.”
    “We only made a bet for that one night. You didn’t have to have an affair with the old broad, for Christ sakes!” the same voice said.
    When I heard that, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. There it was—the truth. The only reason Richard came home with me that night was to win a stinking bet! It was just a bet echoed in my head. I shook my head, as if I could shake it out. All I was to him was some stupid wager. That