Jake stopped and looked into Dominique’s eyes. What is up in your bedroom? Evidence of another man? But the moment was too fragile and too beautiful for him to press further. Instead he pulled the T-shirt over his head. Taking his lead, Dominique reached behind her and undid her bra. Her girls came out swinging, begging for attention. Jake leaned over and once again claimed a round, hard nipple. He kneaded the other with his hand, rubbed it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. Dominique stroked his massive manhood, tracing its mushroom tip through his cotton boxers.

Jake stood, and dropped his drawers. If this were a movie the moment would have warranted a special effect.

Dominique pulled off her panties. She rolled to the side, exposing her butt, and Jake swore he heard Usher. Oh. My. God.

Jake handed Dominique the condom and she rolled it on his shaft as if his dick was a rare find in an art museum. In her mind it was damn sure a piece of work. “Ooh.” She positioned herself on the edge of the sectional, her legs spread wide in silent invitation.

The feeling was exquisite as Jake slowly, purposefully, slid his massive girth inside her. Dominique spread her legs farther to accommodate his size but it still took a moment. When he’d finally settled his body fully against hers, he whispered one word in her ear. “Nick.” Then he began stroking.

And to Dominique Clark it didn’t matter that he’d called her by that name twice in one evening. She didn’t care at all.

13

13

Jake and Dominique made fast love on the couch before she quietly took Jake’s hand and led him upstairs to the master suite. There, Jake McDonald went where no man had ever gone before—to the king-size, four-poster canopied bed. The place reserved for “the one.” He sexed her again and again and this last time the orgasm felt as though it began at her toes and shot clean through her cranium. Jake thought he’d never stop throbbing.

He pulled her into his arms and rubbed his hands over sweaty skin that was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. “What just happened?”

“The earth moved,” Dominique answered, too sexually satisfied to think of a clever, ambiguous retort. She’d been married to one man, lived with another, and partnered with a few others in her three-plus decades on earth. But never, ever, had a man rocked her world off its axis the way Jake McDonald had just done. Her cootchie still quivered from memories alone.

Jake’s laugh was deep, knowing, spilling out like the joy of a first place runner doing the victory lap. “I take it that you don’t mind that the evening’s plans changed.”

Dominique turned on her side and spooned her behind against Jake’s flaccid penis. “Do I look like I minded?”