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how about you?”
“I didn’t know you ever napped.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Um, you’re so on top of everything. So hard-driving.”
He guffawed. “Don’t feed me lines like that, please. How corporate do you think I am, Bliss?”
She didn’t know how to answer that question, so she didn’t.
He nodded toward the ocean. “Napping is one of the great Pine Island pastimes. It’s the sound of the waves—everyone sleeps better out here. Plus you don’t have to be anywhere or do anything, you can just kick back and chill however you want to.”
“I could use a little of that,” Bliss admitted.
“So let’s get started. I just want to curl around your clean, smooth body in my big bed and whisper everything I want to do to you in your ear while you fall asleep. You’ll be all hot and bothered when we both wake up.”
Did that ever sound like a plan. “Okay,” she said, impressed by his self-control.
“Then, after a breathtaking interlude of wild, crazy sex, we could check out a few parties, fill up on the cheese and crackers. I told a few friends they could use the house this week, but they didn’t replace what they ate. The larder is bare, babe.”
“And I thought you were rich,” she teased.
He thought that over while he got a better grip on the beach chairs. “Okay, if you add up my salary, stock options, and some interesting perks, I am. But I don’t have the clout to get the store by the ferry dock to change their hours and I forgot to stop in on my way to get you.”
“I get you that excited, huh?”
“As a matter of fact, yeah.” He gave her a hungry look.
“Yum. They’re closed for the night and they don’t open again until early morning. Mooch we must.”
“Got it,” she laughed. She heard a rumble from his stomach and patted him there. “But we might have to move a few things in that schedule. When do the parties begin?”
“There’s one in progress at the Ark. That’s the big group house near mine. A rental. Kind of a zoo, but a lot of nice people. Great food and lots of liquor. We can hose off and chow down right now.”
The decks on the Ark were crowded with guests attired in beach black tie, which basically meant whatever was dry, Bliss figured. Tattered shorts for both sexes, skimpy tees or bikini tops for the women, and loose tanks on the men that showed off great biceps and a lot of chest. Jaz had changed into one that made her want to run her hands over his delectable muscles and get started on the wild, crazy sex.
He introduced her to a few people but the music was too loud to really get the names and no one seemed to care. A long wooden table was laden with an array of takeout from Zabar’s, a selection of jug wines, and chilled vodka, which a guy in hospital scrubs was funneling into an enormous watermelon.
“That’s Stan. He’s a heart surgeon. We’re in good hands.”
“Good to know.”
Stan finished his task and patted the watermelon’s striped side. “Let that sit for about twenty minutes, people.”
A young woman brought out a tray of Jell-O shots, to applause. “These are good to go.” Hands reached out and the shots disappeared. She went back inside for more as Stan came over to Jaz, insisting on being introduced to Bliss. “Can I get you guys drinks? Your choice of cheap wine or discount vodka.”
“Class act,” Jaz said dryly.
“Hey, throw a party on Pine Island and the whole world shows up. Not like anyone can tell Grey Goose from Schmuckov’s after the first drink. So what’ll you have?”
Jaz eyed the table. “Vodka. Throw in some fruit juice to make it a little healthier.”
Stan nodded. “Coming up. Same for you, Bliss?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
He took only a minute to mix two tall ones, and handed them over. “Fair warning. These are mostly alcohol.”
“Isn’t that the idea?” Jaz said, laughing.
“Yup. Not like anybody has to drive home.” He slapped Jaz on the back. “Vodka does the trick. Gotta hand it to the Russians for figuring out a way to get high using fermented potato peels.”
Jaz and Bliss circulated for a while, and he pointed out some people he knew. “She’s in advertising. He works for NBC. You could network.”
Bliss leaned against him happily. “I’m not here to network. I’m here to have fun.”
“You came to the right place.”
She caught a whiff of pungent pot smoke in the air, but she couldn’t see who was smoking and she didn’t care. A club mix throbbed through the loudspeakers, and they danced to the sensual beat, drinks in hand, cheered on by guests who quickly joined them. Pressed together and swaying in each other’s arms, Jaz and Bliss made their way to the deck staircase, letting the crowd close ranks behind them.
“Ready to go?” he whispered, his arm slung around her shoulder. A little drunk, he reached down and touched one of her nipples with his fingertips.
The sensation shot right through her. “Ready,” she whispered back.
Stan came running over with a bulging plastic bag leaking red juice. “Wait! Take food home! I bought a crate of strawberries at the greenmarket and you gotta take some. Careful. They’re on the bottom and they’re dripping.” He thrust the bag at Jaz. “There’s salami and cheese and foccacia in the Tupper-ware container too.”
“Thanks, Mommy,” Jaz said.
“I want the container back, dude.”
“Sure thing.” Jaz unwound his arm from her shoulders and took the bag from Stan. “See you on the beach, pal.”
They were no longer starving by the time they finished the food in the container. Bliss found a colander and rinsed the ripe strawberries, tumbling them into a glass bowl she filled with ice.
Sitting outside on his deck, they were waiting for the moon to come up and making do with a citronella candle that smelled nice. Bliss put a huge strawberry between her lips and bit into it.
“Mm,” Jaz said. “That looks juicy. You look juicy.”
“These are really good,” she said innocently, sucking it. “And they’re huge.”
“Have another one. But just hold it in your mouth for a second.”
She did…then took it out. “Why did you want me to hold it like that?”
“Because,” he said softly, his face shadowed, “that’s what you’re going to look like with my cock in your mouth.”
That was a cue to segue to the bedroom if she ever heard one. After two shots apiece of the very good vodka he kept stashed in the freezer part of his fridge, they shared a fiery kiss…and then they went to the bedroom and got naked fast. Kneeling on the bed, Bliss got a grip on his thick shaft and pulled Jaz toward her. She parted her lips to take the throbbing head, licking it with dainty touches of her tongue.
He moaned. The tensing of his belly muscles told her that he wanted to shove his aching cock in her mouth and make her suck hard, pushing her head against his groin…but he held back.
Bliss rolled her tongue lasciviously around the head of his cock and just below it in front, lapping tenderly. She wasn’t quite naked, but her white cotton panties didn’t cover a whole lot of her either. The thong she’d been wearing the first time really turned him on and she wanted that to happen again.
She touched his taut sack