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asked a leading question, one she hadn’t debated herself yet.

“What are you game for, Kadence? Tell me what you wanted your

ex to do to you that you never asked for or he never did.” His lips

curled into a sly smile. “Look at us this way, for a few hours we can

enjoy each other with abandon. No guilt, no repercussions, just lust.”

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Kay didn’t have an answer. Her mind was lost—how to tell this

sexy man that she wanted everything he would offer. That his touch

would be so different from any other she’d ever felt. He continued

staring at her, silently letting her know he understood her dilemma of

conscience. She never felt fear of him, only anticipation she couldn’t

define. She was actually going to have sex with a stranger, just

because she was horny. He was hot and different, the ultimate

personification of the bad boy image. Yes, she decided she was.

Whatever happened, she’d live with the consequences. Travis spoke

while Kay silently debated her choices.

“I suppose if he touched you right, you might still be together. But

then his loss is my reward.” Travis reached for her hand, locking it in

his as he gently directed her away from the beachfront, back to where

he’d left the motorcycle. Kay figured he would take her to a hotel, and

she was about to offer her hotel name when she realized he had other

ideas.

* * * *

Their whirlwind weekend at the beach made her realize her life

would continue, but with her in charge of her future. In the past, she

would have shied away from any sexual contact with a stranger. That

weekend, she’d abandoned all her long-held concepts of propriety.

Her body heated as she remembered how her ride on his motorcycle

had left her body humming. Holding tight to Travis’s waist while they

toured the back roads, it was at her instigation that they pulled over in a quiet, secluded area. While Travis was a willing participant, it was

her idea to move forward and sit facing him, using the handlebars to

lean back against. She’d started by stroking his hard cock through his

jeans, taking his hand to her breast, pressing his fingers with hers to

show him the power she needed to feel. It was definitely her idea to

open his zipper and palm his cock. When she knew he was close to

coming, she asked him to turn on the machine, tugging her short

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denim skirt up around her hips. Travis needed no further invitation,

his large fingers stroking her pussy while his other hand pumped her

breast. Her fingers moved the small swath of lace aside that covered

her clit, moving his hand to bare skin. Travis had followed her lead,

slipping his middle finger in her pussy. When he had her wet and

needy, she asked if he had a condom. With little fuss, he pulled one

from his wallet and handed it to her. Tearing the package open, she

quickly sheathed his cock, pausing to stroke him several times. She

made the decisive move to shift further and drop her pussy over his

hard cock. With small movements, she took his cock deeper in her

body, using the machine’s motion to drive him deeper inside her.

Kay knew Travis was enjoying the moment, his groin riding

against her clit as he continued to pump her breasts. For the first time in her life, she didn’t care about being the proper woman; she cared

about what her body was feeling, the need created within her. While

the motorcycle continued to idle under them, their slow fuck built into

a frenzy each time he’d hit the throttle. Kay had thrown her head back

and rested her shoulders against the handlebars, her body spread wide

for Travis’s touch.

Their time on the motorcycle was one of Kay’s most erotic

memories, one she cherished for the absolute abandon. She’d come

several times that afternoon, knew Travis had come twice, too. What

could have been an awkward parting was filled with laughing and

promises to keep in touch. She figured she’d never see him again.

They stayed in contact through an occasional e-mail and phone call.

While they had enjoyed their afternoon together, they both understood

it wouldn’t be a permanent relationship, both of them heading in

different directions for career requirements.

Kay had accepted the experience for just that, a time in her life

when she let social mores go and enjoyed the experience. Travis on

his motorcycle was a hard act to follow, an experience she knew she’d

never recapture, so it was best to let it go and enjoy the memory of

complete abandon. She knew that very day their relationship wouldn’t

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be permanent, rather a moment in time to savor.

There had been no nerves when she traveled to the Lodge for the

job interview. If she and Travis fell into bed, it would be for mutual

gratification, not with the idea of a long-term, all-encompassing

relationship. They could have fun together, but she knew how

important Travis’s job was to him. If she took the position as pastry

chef, their working together would be more important than a quick lay

occasionally. But she still remembered the euphoria she felt when he

brought her back to her car that night. Her body still tingled from the

power of the machine they’d fucked on. When settled in her own

vehicle, she had an odd feeling of accomplishment as she drove back

to her hotel with Travis’ touch still present on her body. She had a

small orgasm on the drive home when her cum dripped from her

body, making her squirm against the liquid.

That night at her hotel, lying naked on her bed, she’d used her

own hand to squeeze her nipple while reliving the feel of Travis’s

cock in her body. Using her own fingers and eventually a dildo from

her suitcase, she used the lubricant on her clit, wishing it was his cum making her slippery as she manipulated her clit and pussy while

pushing the toy deep inside her, imagining it was his cock fucking her

again. Kay was smart enough to know you could never relive a

moment like that, but she’d cherish the memory of how her body

hummed under his touch. It was a memory she’d often used to

masturbate to, although she never truly achieved the level of

fulfillment of that first time.

Her one regret was that she hadn’t managed to change their

positions and suck his cock. He was long and thick, stretching her

body to accommodate his girth. She’d wanted to feel his cock in her

ass, too, but they hadn’t managed to complete that act, only his large

finger sliding in and out of her anus while his cock fucked her pussy.

No matter what, after her staid marriage, her moment in time had left

her with hope for finding another man in the future who would play

her body the way Travis had.

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* * * *

There were sexual tensions between them when they met a second

time at her interview for the job. Her visit to Agrarian Lodge had

reinforced the concept that they’d be casual lovers. He’d taken her out

for supper the night before she left and kissed her. The chemistry

between them was deep and easy. Their playful touching in his car

had led them to a nearby hotel for a few hours. Kay remembered they

laughed easily as he tossed several condom packages on the bedside

table while they tore at clothes, tossing them onto the floor.

He had large hands that molded to her form, teased her nipples,

and pinched her ass. The intensity they touched and fucked with was

pleasurable, and they’d both had fun. Travis was tall, over six feet,

which melded well with her height. He licked her pussy to perfection,

making her come with his fingers buried in her pussy as he sucked her

clit. He had a long, thick cock that she enjoyed sucking. He had a very

expressive face, letting her know with few words what pleasured him

and how frustrated she made him, stalling his climax while she

sucked him. She’d watched his expressions as she did and knew he’d

come down her throat when she slid her moist index finger in his

anus.

After that, they’d rested and shared several sodas from the

vending machine while talking seriously about life, work, and the

possibility of her taking the job with Travis as her boss. It was

decided she wanted the job, but it wouldn’t be wise for them to

continue a flaming romance in full view of the staff. Travis had

accepted her decision, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the

rest of their night.

They’d gone on to fuck with abandon, Travis taking her from

behind at first, sliding his cock in and out of her body with smooth

moves as his hands reached around and palmed her breasts. She’d

ridden him in a reverse cowgirl, taking him deep in her pussy. He’d

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fingered her anus until she shuddered then turned her under him,

taking her legs high on his shoulders while he penetrated her ass.

He’d fucked her anus until she’d come a second time, finally letting

himself come deep inside her. She smiled at the memory, knowing in

a different situation, they would have had more fun for a while longer.

But she knew directly from when they’d first met that he had a short

attention span when it came to women. It was amicably decided

they’d remain friends and find other people to have relationships with.

Their best bet for a lasting relationship was as friends and business

associates. She hadn’t told him of her fantasies of having him and

Stuart in her bed at the same time. That was another topic best left

unspoken. For her, it was a valid want, one she would push to make

happen.

* * * *

Travis stood, a large, six-foot, solid man. He had more tattoos

than she’d seen to date and long graying hair that was always pulled

back in a ponytail at the base of his neck. A bandana was always

folded and knotted around his forehead. The motorcycle he drove

finished his attitude. While he was quick to laugh, she knew he would

also be quick to lash out if necessary. After their night of

experimentation, she’d teased him, telling him that in the short time

she’d been at Lodge, she knew they’d be just friends because he was

secretly in lust with Lisa. At first, he’d laughed at her idea. But the longer she kept his gaze, the sooner he turned away, giving her the

answer she knew was right. They only discussed Lisa once between

them, and it was Travis’s feelings that held him back. He’d explained

to Kay he was an all-or-nothing kind of guy and Lisa wanted no part

of him. So he’d been content to watch from the corners.

Kay had no words of reassurance for him, so instead she opted for

silence. Travis appreciated her approach and had opened up more and

more. He was becoming a trusted friend, one of the few who knew

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about the real reason for her divorce. Working together would be

manageable. While their styles were different, her duties lay in a

specialized area she liked, and he oversaw the rest of the kitchen and

the staff.

The lodge itself had sold her on the job. The timber-frame

structure was huge. It had ten master suites and slept twenty people.

The living area on the main floor off the reception hall was large and

roomy. A gigantic stone fireplace anchored the room where seating

areas had been positioned. The dining room was behind it, the trestle

table long enough to seat twenty guests easily. Behind the dining area

was a library, tastefully decorated and designated as a smoking parlor,

its walls lined with books on custom-made shelves. A second room

was an open, den-like space, a large television centered on the main wall. In the far corner was a well-stocked bar. Most afternoons, drinks

and snacks were served there before supper.

The compound had two separate guest homes, each able to sleep

eight. These were usually occupied by smaller parties who wanted to

have more privacy. Each home had a fully stocked kitchen. These

were the only places where children were allowed to stay. No children

under the age of sixteen were invited into the main lodge. The private

homes only accepted children from twelve to sixteen. Travis had

explained to her that Stuart understood the importance of bonding

between parent and child, memories he’d never have himself, but it

was lodge policy and not to be broken. At first Kay thought it was an

elitist attitude, but after talking with Lisa one day, she realized it was more for safety than anything else. Apparently Mr. Drake didn’t mind

children, as long as they were well behaved and looked after. His

insurance carriers liked it that way, too. Since the lodge offered

hunting and fishing, as well as day trips in the area, most guests

preferred it to be an adult experience.

There was a fifty-acre stocked pond on site as well as the

waterfront that ran along the sheltered cove where Agrarian Lodge

sat. With the Atlantic Ocean just a few minutes away by boat, the