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been
kissed?
    Oh, hell. She’d never been kissed like this. One touch of
mouth to mouth and she was heading for a coronary.
    As quickly as it started, it was over. Lara had to right
herself because she’d leaned clean into him.
    He grinned and said, “Night, Lara. Good luck with your next
book.”
    She watched him walk away and suddenly she felt like Ilsa
saying goodbye to Rick in Casablanca . She was certain that wistful,
I-wish-things-could-be-different look hung on her expression long after he’d
driven off.
    She was such a dork!
    After slipping inside and tossing off her uncomfortable
shoes, she headed straight for the bedroom.
    Cinderella night was over. She hung up Nancy’s sundress and
returned to her ratty shorts and T-shirt.
    Thankfully, that ordeal was over. But Mark’s kiss still
burned on her lips, making her feel hot, flustered and utterly foolish. How old
was she, anyway? Fourteen?
    “You’re a moron, Lara. You really need to get out more. Your
social skills are atrocious.” And now she was talking to herself, a habit
brought about by spending way too much time alone.
    She plopped down at her desk and turned on the computer,
blowing out a sigh of frustration. The computer wasn’t the only thing turned
on.
    Why couldn’t she be like other women? She was approaching
thirty. Well-educated, sexually knowledgeable, with the sexual experience of
the average teenager. Less, actually, if her research was accurate. Her few
forays into sexual escapades had been one bomb after another.
    Meanwhile, gorgeous, sexy men like Mark Whitman blew in and
out of her life like a snowstorm.
    Another one bites the dust, Lara, and all you got was a
little taste of what could be .
    Her work blurred on the screen, her body on fire from a
simple peck on the lips.
    No sense in waiting while the urge was so strong right now.
Time to go find Bob and get a little relief.
    She pushed away from the desk and headed into the bedroom,
plopping down on the bed. Slipping off her T-shirt and shorts, she reached into
the nightstand drawer. Toys of every shape, size and texture imaginable filled
the drawer, making it look like an overstuffed toybox for the perverse. She
giggled and wrapped her palm around Bob, the big boy.
    Leaning back against the pillows, she closed her eyes and
imagined Mark, his face and body coming into view quite clearly. Only this time
he didn’t just stand there and smile that sexy smile at her. This time, he
stood at the foot of her bed and began to undress.
    She planted her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs,
flipping Bob’s switch and smiling as he whirred to life. Just the sound of her
favorite vibrator got her juices flowing.
    Not that hadn’t been flowing all night long at dinner. By
the time Mark had dropped her off her panties were soaked. Talking about sex
always turned her on. Talking about sex with someone as hot as Mark Whitman had
her ready to explode.
    Snagging her bottom lip between her teeth, she slipped Bob
between her legs, letting its soft vibration tickle her clit. She squeezed her
buttocks together at the exquisite sensation, rocking her hips back and forth
and moving Bob along her slit. Hot cream poured from her cunt and down the
crack of her ass. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this wet or
this excited.
    And she knew why. Visions of Mark standing naked before her
crept into her fantasies. He arched a dark brow, crawling onto the bed and
stopping between her legs. She watched in utter rapture as he bent down, pulled
Bob away and planted his mouth firmly over her sex.
    She shrieked at the heat pulsing through her. When he licked
the length of her, sliding his tongue inside her pussy and licking up the cream
there, she moaned, thrashing around on the bed like she was on fire and trying
to escape the heat.
    But she didn’t want to escape. Instead, she slid Bob between
her folds, imagining Mark’s cock. Thick and long, it breached her tight
entrance with one quick thrust,