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probably some airbrushing, come to think of
it), I’d never look like that model. Nor would anyone else at this health
retreat. The picture was stupid.
    On impulse, I replaced the model with a pair of grazing
horses. Then I delved into my email, firing off a few terse replies to anything
urgent. I’d have to do a lot of catching up on the weekend.
    “Hey.”
    I jumped a mile as Jude laid his hands on my shoulders.
Signing out, I turned to give him my full attention. He was dressed a bit more
formally today in a blue button-down shirt and black jeans.
    “Something I shouldn’t be seeing?” He nodded toward the
computer.
    “My boss wants some tweaks done on our latest app’s GUI, my
coworkers are debating C versus C++ and I’m the sole heir to some rich person’s
million dollar fortune. All I have to do is give some dude in South America my
details for a quick bank transfer.”
    “That all? I was offered seven million yesterday from a guy
in Europe. I wish I had the energy and know-how to scam them back. Like that
P-P-P-Powerbook thing.”
    I giggled at both his pronunciation and the fact that he
even knew about that particular reverse scam. “Yeah, I remember reading about
that when I was a teenager. I laughed so hard.”
    His fingers traced a caress across my bare neck, hazel eyes
darkening with intent. “I wish I’d known you back then.”
    I swallowed. Was he going to kiss me here? I glanced around
quickly and nervously as he drew me to my feet and into his arms. It was just
us in the room, and Jude reached over to lock the door, brandishing a keyring
with a triumphant grin.
    “I have the run of the place during this project. Besides,
the whole point of this retreat is to stay away from technology, which means
we’ll probably remain undisturbed.”
    Probably? The threat of detection should have
dampened my ardor, but I was only more turned-on. I sighed in contentment and
anticipation as Jude slid his hands up my stomach. Perching on the edge of one
of the low computer tables, I shoved a mousepad aside to give him more room to
continue his explorations. As he reached my bare breasts, he froze, eyes
widening in approval.
    “You’re not wearing a bra!”
    I laughed at his gleeful shock. “Surprise. Just don’t expect
me to go jogging any time soon.”
    “You’re not going anywhere any time soon.” He was
already tugging my pants down, so I returned the favor, extricating his hard-on
from his boxers. The foil packet in his hand was different from anything I’d
seen, so I guessed he meant what he said about trying out various condoms.
    “Ribbed,” he told me, correctly interpreting my thoughts. He
put it on one-handed, teasing my clit with his other hand. “God, you are so
hot. I haven’t been able to keep away from you all this time.”
    “I just wish you would stay the night with me.”
    “I want that too, babe. But I also gotta concentrate on this
job. I’d sleep too deep with you at my side and I need to be on top of my job
while I’m here.”
    “I know.”
    His expression softened at my meek words, and he pulled me
up and off the table for a long kiss that left us both panting. His cock jerked
as I skimmed a finger up its length.
    “I need you fast, babe. Do you want me to make you come with
my fingers? I’m not gonna last inside you.” He was already stroking me, his
fingers inside my pussy, building that sweet ache into a raging inferno.
    “Please,” I gasped. It seemed strange that a mere few days
ago, I was half-terrified of coming. Now I welcomed the release, the careening
loss of control. I didn’t resist as I felt it happening again. Jude grabbed my
head and muffled my cries in his shoulder, holding me close until I quit
shaking so much.
    “Put your hands here,” he said when I’d recovered. “I’m
gonna take you from behind.”
    “Um. There?” I squeaked. My eyes widened. Neither of my exes
had even broached the topic of anal.
    “That? Not yet.” He grinned. “I just