Guilty Pleasures (11 page)

He laughed. “I don’t know about you, but it’s sure as hell all coming back to me now,” Robert Talcott told her with a grin.

“I think you could be a bad man,” she teased him.

“I can,” he agreed. “You like bad?”

“I don’t know,” Nina said slowly.

“Then let’s just keep it simple for now,” he said as he began to kiss Nina again.

She let him have his way, meeting him kiss for kiss for kiss until she felt she was going to melt with the heat their two bodies pressing together was generating. God, he felt so damned good against her. It was very different from the Channel, although she had to admit that having that pleasure was a godsend. But this was so much better. She sighed as his lips left hers and began a slow journey across her flesh.

Damn! How long had it been since he had taken the time to enjoy a woman’s body? His sexual activity in Hollywood had been confined to very discreet high-priced call girls paid for by his wife’s studio. They were pretty and charming for the most part, but it had always been just sex. Nothing more. In New York he had allowed himself one or two dalliances, but he always knew the women involved were hoping to use him as a stepping-stone. Again it had just been about sex, and very discouraging. But with Nina there was something else. Yeah, there was going to be sex. But it was with a woman who seemed to actually like him and enjoy his company. She wanted nothing from him except perhaps his company. They were friends. And if it went well between them, they might even become what was called today “friends with benefits.”

Her skin was smooth, and there was a slight floral fragrance to it. It wasn’t the skin of a young woman. While toned, there was a softness to it. He kissed and licked his way first across her full breasts, and then down her torso. The curls covering her mons were not quite the color of her hair, but then he’d already figured out that she did something to enhance her hair. Most women her age did.

Nina wanted to scream. The kissing and the licking was just so delicious. Her breath caught in her throat as, kneeling between her spread thighs, he parted her labia lips and leaned forward to lick at her.
“Ohhh!”
The sound emerged from her tight throat. The sensation of his broad, flat tongue stroking her was mind-blowing. When he began to lick with the very tip of that tongue at her clit, she almost screamed.

“You taste so damned good,” he groaned. “I just want to eat you up, brown eyes.”

“I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun,” Nina managed to say. Oh! My! God! She was going to explode, she thought, as the small orgasm brought on by his tongue burst. “I want to make you feel good too,” she said, realizing she was being selfish.

“Later,” he told her. “This first time is just for you, brown eyes.” He reached down and lifted his penis up, preparing to enter her.

Nina almost wept at the sight of it. Long. Thick. The kind of cock every girl dreamed of but seldom got. Charlie had had an average dick, but Robert Talcott’s was just slightly beyond average. She almost moaned with her excitement.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want to talk dirty to you. Can I?”

Nina looked straight into his blue eyes. “Fuck me!” she said.

Robert Talcott laughed. “You betcha, brown eyes. I’m going to fuck you until you come screaming, and then I’m going to fuck you again with the same result.”

“Promises, promises,” Nina taunted him. “
Fuck me!
Oh, God!” she gasped as he pushed deep and hard into her.
“Yes!”
He was filling her, and she could feel every inch of him straining and stretching the walls of her vagina with his thick cock.

He began to move upon her—at first with slow, deep strokes of his penis, again and again and again until Nina was half-conscious. Then he began to move on her with swift, hard thrusts, forcing her to her next orgasm as she screamed with pleasure. But he was a man of his word, and as soon as Nina came to herself again, she discovered that her lover was still hard within her. She looked questioningly at Robert Talcott.

“I told you, brown eyes. Two this first time. Ready to go again? And this time I won’t go easy on you. I’m going to fuck you to a stand, brown eyes.”

“You are amazing,” Nina said.

“For my age?” he teased.

“For any age,” Nina told him.

He grinned the Lyon Roberts boyish grin that had won her heart years ago. “Let’s get those legs up and over my shoulders now,” he said. “Time for me to go really deep, and for you to fly to the moon.” His penis still buried deep inside her, he helped her bring her legs up and over his shoulders. He thrust two quick thrusts, sliding deeper into her.

“Oh, my God!” Nina gasped. “Can you die of sexual pleasure?”

“Let’s find out,” he said, and began to piston her once again.

Nina clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into him as he fucked her. Her heart was pounding in her ears. It was too good. Too sweet. Too perfect. And at their age too. She felt her orgasm building and building until she knew it was going to break and possibly kill her. Robert was groaning loudly now, and somewhere a woman was screaming with her pleasure. They came together and collapsed quickly afterward.

When Nina awoke, the first gray light of an October dawn was coming in through the bedroom windows. Robert Talcott lay sleeping, snoring softly, next to her. She realized that she ached all over. Unaccustomed as she was to real sex, she had forgotten how a body could feel after a wild night of unbridled passion. She was sore, but she felt great. She slipped quietly from the bed, going into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. Then she dressed in a pair of fleece sweats before hurrying to the kitchen to fix them a hearty breakfast. It was a workday for her. She would have to change afterward.

Robert Talcott awoke in a strange bed. For a moment he was confused as he looked around the bedroom, with its peonies on a peach background wallpaper and elegant cherry French Provincial furniture. Then he remembered. He had practically invited himself into Nina Parsons’s home, and they had fallen into bed together and fucked each other to a fare-thee-well. He felt terrific. Better than he had in years.

“Good morning, Robert,” he heard her say. She was standing in the doorway.

“There are towels in the closet in the bathroom. I’ll have breakfast ready for you after you’ve showered,” she told him.

“Thanks,” he replied. Damn! She looked so cute in that green fleece outfit. When he had cleaned himself up and put his clothes back on, he found his way to the kitchen. He could smell both bacon and coffee.

Nina was sitting at a butcher-block table, already eating. She looked up and smiled. “Everything’s in the oven. Coffee on the counter. Sit down and join me before I head off to work.”

“Are you all right?” he asked her. He wasn’t certain exactly how she would feel after their wild encounter. He pulled the warm plate filled with fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, and a blueberry muffin from the oven and sat down. There was juice to drink, and he’d get his coffee in a minute, after he learned how she felt.

Nina looked up. “I’m not sure what to say,” she began. “‘Baby, you were great’? ‘Was it good for you?’ ” A smile played about her lips. “I’ve never been in this kind of situation before. And until last night Charlie was the only man I ever had sex with, Robert. I suspect you know more about something like this than I do.”

“All I’ve ever known are high-class hookers and ambitious actresses,” he began. “But last night with you was different.”

“Different good? Or different bad?” Nina asked him. Did he regret what had happened between them? It didn’t matter. She would have this memory forever.

“Different incredible,” he answered without hesitation. “God, brown eyes, you are warm and passionate and caring. I know this sounds a little wussy for a man to say—hell, it sounds a lot wussy for a guy to say—but I felt safe with you, Nina.”

Nina blushed at the tender admission. “Oh, I’m so glad that I could do something for you, Robert, because the sex with you was wonderful. Even my Charlie never put me over the top like you did last night, and I mean no disrespect to my husband’s memory when I say that.”

“Then you’re not mad at me for taking advantage?” he asked.

Nina giggled. “I wanted you to take advantage, Robert. I practically seduced you,” she said, blushing again. “I hope you won’t think badly of me for it.”

Reaching across the table, he took her hand and kissed it. “I will never think badly of you, brown eyes. Other than my first wife, I never asked a lady to be my girl, but I’d like to ask you. Will you be my girl, Nina Parsons?” His blue eyes met her brown ones, and he smiled his boyish grin.

“I’d like that,” she agreed. Her heart was racing again with excitement. Lyon Roberts had just asked her to be his girl. No! Robert Talcott had, and they weren’t twentysomethings. They were grown and practically seniors.

“Good!” he said, leaning across the table to kiss her.

Nina sighed and kissed him back. Then the clock in the hall struck eight, bringing her back to reality. “I’ve got to go and change for work,” she said, standing up.

“Can I come and help you?” he asked innocently.

Nina laughed. “I’d never get there, and Ashley would wonder why her shop wasn’t open. We’re extra busy now with the winter weddings and the holiday ahead.”

He sighed. “Then I’ll just have to satisfy myself with another of these muffins,” he said, “and a cup of coffee.”

“Muffins are in the warming oven,” Nina told him, hurrying from the kitchen.

Back in the bedroom, she sneaked a look at her bed, with its very tumbled sheets and down coverlet. Yes, indeed, someone had had wonderful sex in that bed recently. She stepped into the walk-in closet that served as a dressing room for her and pulled off the fleece pants and top, then pulled on a pair of beige-and-cream tweed slacks and a natural-colored cashmere turtleneck sweater. Cashmere socks and saddle brown ankle boots completed her outfit. She exited the closet and went into the bathroom, where she put on her lipstick, gave her short hair a final look, and, grabbing the elegant little shoulder bag from the top of her dresser, hurried back to the kitchen.

He looked up from buttering a blueberry muffin when he saw her. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I should be dressed and ready to go myself, but damn, these muffins taste good.”

“No problem,” Nina said with a smile. “Take your time. Remember, we don’t lock our doors here in Egret Pointe. When you go, just close it behind you.”

“Do I need to move my car?” he asked.

“I walk to work on nice days,” Nina told him.

“Dinner tonight?” he asked.

“I’d like that,” she answered.

“You still want to be my girl?”

“Robert, I’ve been your girl from the first time I saw you up there on the silver screen,” Nina told him, and then she hurried out the door. She hoped she wasn’t dancing as she walked down Maple Lane. She sure as hell felt like dancing. Dancing and singing. She had not been unhappy with her life. Sure, it was lonely sometimes being a widow, but after the initial shock of Charlie’s death had worn off, she wasn’t unhappy. And yet, suddenly she was filled with euphoria, and it felt as if she had actually been in a holding pattern these last years. She wasn’t certain where this sudden relationship with Robert Talcott was going, but did she really need to know?

The builder had promised that Robert’s house would be ready by Christmas. Robert had taken Nina’s advice from their first dinner together to heart, and the architect had agreed. He had designed a long, low, single-story house with lots and lots of glass to take advantage of both the view and the sun. They had used a lot of green technology and kept the site as pristine as possible. There were solar panels across the roof to heat water and run most of the electric.

The floor plan was simple. A two-sided stone fireplace divided the living room from the dining room. The kitchen was galley style and very efficient. There were two bedrooms and two luxurious bathrooms. The master bedroom had a fireplace too. They had dug a cellar, and it was completely finished, with a storage room, a small exercise room, and a large, comfortable den. Nina had fallen more and more in love with the house as it was built and took shape.

“I can’t wait to have sex with you in the bedroom,” Robert told her one late November day. “Ryan is building a spectacular bed for me. I’m actually going to start living here this weekend. Trial run of all the systems to make certain nothing needs adjusting, or if it does to do it before all the furniture arrives.” Then the blue eyes twinkled. “The workmen are gone for the day,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“There’s no bed,” she reminded him.

Reaching out, he first pulled her into his arms, then put her back against a wall. “We could do it here,” he murmured in her ear.

“Here?”
her voice squeaked. She had heard that you could do it standing up, but Charlie, bless him, hadn’t been an adventurous man.

“Here,”
he repeated. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his already hard dick, then began pushing her skirt up. “I am so damned hot for you, woman! Just thinking about us here in this room gets me hard.”

“You are one adventure after another,” Nina told him, laughing softly.

“I’ve saved all those years of pent-up passions just for you, Nina Parsons,” he said, and he pulled her panties down. Then his hand cupped her, and she sighed.

“I have to admit, Robert, I’m enjoying those pent-up passions,” Nina said. Then she kissed him hungrily. Her clit was absolutely throbbing. “Do me,” she whispered in his ear, the tip of her tongue licking at him.

Reaching around, he slipped his palms beneath her butt, and raised her up. She wrapped herself around him with both her legs and her arms, feeling him, now guiding his penis into her wet, welcoming vagina. The delicious sensation of the thick, sturdy length slowing plunging into her body was so incredible she came immediately, and he laughed.

“What a greedy, bad girl you are,” he teased as he began to fuck her.

She clung to him, letting the erotic rhythm of his skilled cock lull her into a semiconscious state. “Don’t stop!” she begged. “Don’t stop! God! It is soo good, Robert!”