Her Heart's Divide by Kathleen Dienne Page B

out, or whatever almost every weekend,” I said.
    “Boodle Boo?”
    “Oh, lord knows who all I’ve told that to in the last decade. He’s your best friend—you might have told him.”
    Ryan’s face took on a slightly feral expression. “And the desk?”
    I tried not to react. “It’s a common female fantasy. He could have read that in one of the waiting room magazines.”
    “Really?” He moved behind me and slid his hands over my belly and thighs.
    “Really.” He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my low-slung jeans and played with the elastic on my panties. “Honestly, I think I read that in Cosmo just last month.”
    One of his hands moved smoothly to my left breast, and the warmth of his palm came through my T-shirt. “Cosmo, huh? Maybe I need to read more Cosmo.”
    “A big man like you? I’d love to see that.”
    “I can pull it off. No one’s going to call me a sissy in my own shop.” He was kneading my breast gently, flicking his fingertips over the tip in between circles. My nipples were hard, as hard as his cock. I could feel him pushing against me, his stiffness fitting along the crack of my ass.
    I tried to laugh. “No, no one’s going to call you a sissy. I’m a sissy, though, and we’re standing right in front of the glass doors. Jack can see us.”
    “He’s not looking.”
    “But he might.”
    “Common female fantasy, Lila. You said it yourself.” His right hand unbuttoned my jeans, and his middle finger ran firmly down the outside of my panties from the top of my mound to my opening.
    And I was wet. I’d been wet since Jack described my so-called favorite thing. I was pretty sure my reaction was to what he said, and not to Jack as the man. I admit I’d thought about that particular fantasy, but I’d never gotten around to mentioning it to Ryan. The only person with an office at the dealership was Jack. The rest of us either had desks that fronted onto the showroom floor, or tables back in the open shop.
    “Ryan, don’t…He’s right there.”
    “He sure is. I think I owe him one for teaching me something I didn’t know about my own wife.” He had one arm around my waist, holding me close to his body. His other hand rubbed and teased until I was flushed and panting.
    I couldn’t think anymore. Jack had made me wet, but Ryan knew me like no other man ever could. He pushed my panties down a little, just enough to get easy access. He pulled me against his erection and I gasped. He chuckled and used the tips of his fingers to spread the wetness to my clit in smooth, hard strokes.
    “Love you, Ryan,” I said, gasping. “You’re the only one I want.”
    “I love you, Lila.”
    I moaned and tried to push even closer to his strong, lean body. His arm across my chest tightened and he whispered, “I’m going to test this theory of Jack’s out, right now.”
    He shoved my underwear and jeans to the floor, and lifted me up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dining room table. With one sweep of his arm, all the placemats went flying. He gave me a gentle shove, and I stumbled to the edge of the table. I heard the sound of his zipper being yanked down and his own jeans hitting the ground.
    Then he was entering me, pinning me to the table. I braced my arms. The sudden roughness was making me even wetter.
    He pulled out, almost all the way, and I whimpered.
    “Yeah? You don’t like me taking it away from you?”
    “Give me…”
    “Give you what, Lila?”
    “Fill me, Ryan. Fill me up.”
    He slid in, slowly, tantalizingly, inch by inch. I could feel his cock twitch as he held back his urgency to tease me. Once he was in, he gave me another little shove. “Do you like this?”
    “Yes…”
    “How much do you like it?” He was pushing back and forth, in short little movements.
    I could see out to the river. Jack was finishing his beer. “I like it a lot, Ryan. It’s…so good, babe. It’s…so…good.”
    Ryan’s thrusts picked up speed. “What’s going to