A few minutes later, he and Dominique were seated at the dining-room table enjoying a simple yet satisfying lunch of salmon, salad, and corn on the cob. Large chunks of French bread dripping in non-hydrogenated margarine rounded out the meal. Dominique learned that Jake’s two hours of free time had come courtesy of a teachers’ meeting in which his participation was not required. He showed real interest as she shared her enthusiasm about the upcoming article on fitness, having attended the opening of Night Simmons’s gym, which was called Body By Night. The unexpected midday reprieve was so enjoyable that Dominique totally forgot about her first assumption—an hour filled with hot, lusty sex. Once finished, she followed Jake into the kitchen, placing her dishes in the dishwasher next to his.

“That was delicious, Jake,” she said after washing her hands at the kitchen sink and preparing to walk out the door. “And this was a nice change of pace in my day. Thanks for inviting me.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips and headed toward the dining room and the front door.

As she passed the dining room table, Jake grabbed her from behind. “Not so fast,” he whispered, his breath hot and heavy against her right earlobe. “There’s still dessert.”

Dominique melted against his broad chest as his fingers sought and found their destination underneath her dress. She stood in four-inch heels, legs spread, body dripping with desire, Jake’s fingers feeling every drop. Without a word, he guided her to the table, his hand on her back silently instructing her to strike an easy-access pose. She did, turning around and raising her wrinkle-free skirt. After hearing the snap of a fastener and the unzipping of steel, she felt her heated dessert at the entry of her sweetness. She braced herself for the familiar assault, moaned again as he eased into her, inch by thick, delicious inch. He rode her low and slow, side to side, and then teased her by pulling out to the tip before sinking back in to the hilt. He palmed her ample buttocks like a work of art—kneading and stroking, slapping as one would a horse to giddyup. Dominique ground back against him, oblivious of everything except Jake’s hands on her engorged nipples and his sausage in her bun. Their climaxes came simultaneously, the scream spilling from Dominique’s throat before she could catch it, Jake’s growl of pleasure the harmony to her orgasmic melody.

Jake leaned over and squeezed Dominique’s body with a tenderness unlike she had ever felt. He pulled out, and wordlessly guided her to the bathroom where they both freshened up. Without a sound, he watched as Dominique reapplied her makeup, then led them both back into the living room.

“Thanks for lunch,” Jake whispered as they reached the living room.

“It was yummy,” Dominique replied. “The best meal I’ve ever had.”