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more, that
thumb would be on new ground.  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move or not–my body
was saying one thing, my brain another!
    My
mouth listened to my brain.  “Yes,” it whispered.
    The
thumb started stroking gently.  Oh goodness, the thumb was meant as a reward,
not a punishment.  My back arched, my body giving him more access, which also
had the pleasurable side-effect of rubbing my clit against the rough denim.  Forget
talking.  I reached up and pulled Mark’s head close for a deep kiss.  I might
just like this married business.
    It
was his turn to blink when we separated.  He smiled, and my heart melted.  Oh
my.
    “ So
I’m thinking, there are plenty of people with arranged marriages that don’t
meet their spouse until the wedding day.  What’s one more couple?”
    It
was hard to concentrate with his thumb making small circles on my breast.  “Um. 
We’re not Indian? And it’s pre-marital sex that I don’t believe in, not... not
knowing your spouse until you’re married.”
    “You’re
not just a virgin, you’re new to all of this, huh?” He emphasized his statement
with pressing his leg into me more.  I groaned at the sensation, and clutched
at my husband’s back.  Apparently I was the type of woman to scratch.  Huh.  Who
knew?
    “Yes,
it’s new.  I’d ask you to stop, but I don’t think I’d have a leg to stand on.  Oh
hey, there is yours again.  Um, if you want to talk, you’d better stop that.  Ahem. 
Anyway, we’re not an arranged marriage.”
    “You
don’t think Carlos and Glennys set us up?”
    I
sat up abruptly, banging our heads together.  Ouch.  “They did this
deliberately?”
    “What
do you think?” He raised an eyebrow, which was a lot sexier than I think he
knew.
    “A
blind date on steroids,” I said with a sigh.  “Glennys knows I would never
agree to another blind date, not after the last one.” He looked expectant.  “That’s
a tale for another day.” Good gracious, I was considering this!  “So you want
to stay married? This isn’t a valid marriage.  Neither one of us meant to do
this.”
    He
thought for a few seconds.  “But the papers have been signed.  In the eyes of
the law, we’re married.  It’s just a matter of if we acknowledge it.”
    I
laughed mockingly.  “ Just .  You make it sound so simple.”
    “Why
shouldn’t it be?”
    “We
know nothing about each other! Yeah, I had a good time talking to you last
night.  I’d say yes to going on a date.  But there’s so much we just don’t
know.”
    “I
know you like this,” Mark said, and brought his leg, thumb, and mouth into
action all at once.  He didn’t play fair.  His other hand slipped under my
shirt as well, making my hands jealous.  I tugged on his shirt from his jeans,
and was pulling it up to run my hands across his skin when a throat cleared
next to us.
     

CHAPTER 2
     
     
    Mark
stopped kissing me and looked up.  I closed my eyes, knowing who was there.
    “Sorry
to interrupt, Abby, but the rest of the girls will be here any minute,” Jackie
said.  Right on cue, a knock sounded at the door.  She moved to go answer it
and Mark got off me.
    “I’m
sorry about that,” I told him, truly meaning it.  I was quite enjoying myself,
and looking forward to where it was leading.  I got off the couch as well, and
moved to where he was standing by an armchair.
    “I’m
not,” he said, sitting down and pulling me down onto his lap.  He pulled my
head close to whisper in my ear.  “Your first time shouldn’t be on the couch.”
I shivered, his husky voice turning me even more on.  I could tell he was too,
feeling his erection through his jeans.  I wasn’t surprised that he put me on
his lap to hide it from the bridal party.  It was one thing to be interrupted
by the bride while making out, but it was a completely different thing to show
the results of the make-out session to the rest of the girls.
    “Legs.”
Mark nudged my shoulder,