"Hey, Doug." She smiled, her eyes barely grazing over him. "Is Jen home?"

"She had to run into the office for a bit. Did you guys have plans?"

"We did. We're supposed to have lunch with the prospective buyer I've got for that space off Hudson Street. I imagine that's what she's doing at the office." She looked over his shoulder toward the living room. "Is it okay if I come in and wait?"

"I'm sorry. Sure." He stepped back, shutting the door once she'd entered the room. "Make yourself at home. I was downstairs finishing up my workout…"

"Don't let me stop you. I have some work to do anyway." She lifted her briefcase and set it on the coffee table. "I'll just wait for Jen here."

"You're sure?"

Joey smiled and nodded. "I'm a big girl, Doug. I think I can find something to amuse myself for a short time. Go do your workout. I'll be fine."

"Okay." He pulled the towel from around his neck and headed for the door beside the base of the stairs, jogging down them until he reached the basement.

Doug straddled the weight bench and lay down, hefting the barbell and quietly counting each lift. His biceps bulged with every one, muscles quivering with the effort. Reaching fifty, he eased it back down onto the support racks and sat up, grabbing the towel once again and covering his face with it, regulating his breathing.

Small, warm hands slipped around his chest as bare skin pressed against his naked back. Hard nipples scraped through patterns of sweat as Joey settled behind him, her breath hot on his neck as she raked her nails across his nipples. "Do you ever do this in the nude?"

"What the fuck…" He grabbed for her hands as she slid them down his body, pushing their way under the waistband of his sweats. Doug's breath caught, bringing him up short as she grasped his cock through the thin material of his boxer-briefs.

"I want you to fuck me, Doug." Joey's voice was a low purr of seduction contrasting sharply with the stinging feel of her teeth scraping over his shoulder blade. Her hands moved under the material, one wrapping around the base of his cock while the other stroked the hard flesh, concentrating on the smooth head as she licked and sucked his sweaty skin.

She ground her body against his, breathing heavily as her breasts pressed against his flesh. She moved off the bench she'd straddled and circled around him, one hand still wrapped around his cock. Doug's lips were parted as she let her thumb sweep over the tip, spreading wetness over the velvety skin.

He shuddered in response as she came into view, naked and tanned, the dark hair between her thighs curling with dampness. Releasing him, Joey used her free hands to ease his sweats and boxer-briefs further down his body before using one hand to push against his chest.

Doug caught himself on the bench, his arms gripping the blue leather seat, bracing him before his head slammed into the barbell. He stared at Joey through half-closed lids as she straddled him, her hand guiding his cock inside her. A shiver of tension ran through his arms as she surrounded him, wet heat grasping at his flesh as she slid along his length. He shook his head as if drugged. "Don't…"

Joey lifted away from him, hissing softly as she came down, "Yes."

Doug's hips rose up to meet hers. "Stop."

She leaned into him, her nipples moving roughly over his. "No."

"God," he begged, raising up slightly and releasing the bench, his hands moving up to cup Joey's breasts. "Joey…don't."

"Don't what?" She panted, thrusting down on him in a lurid, frantic rhythm. "Don't…what?"

"Stop." He grunted, bending his head down to capture one tight, hard nipple between his lips. "Don't stop. Don't…" the last words were barely a mumble, his tongue flickering over the nub as he sucked on her slightly sweaty skin, her body moving in tandem with his. "Oh God, don't fucking stop."

Doug groaned against her body as he came, feeling the flood of his orgasm coat his cock as he continued thrusting up into her. Joey's body clenched around his as she slipped her hand between them, her fingers finding her clit and applying pressure as she continued thrusting down on him, the muscles of her ass clenching and unclenching until she gasped for air, her head thrown back in a silent scream.

Joey peeled away from him, the slick sound of flesh on flesh, wet on wet, loud in the room. Without a backwards glance, she moved to the doorway where her clothes lay in a bundle and picked them up, moving to the small bathroom on the opposite side of the stairs. He stared at her naked body, weaving across the room with nonchalance that belied the pounding of his own heart.

Grabbing his towel, he stood on shaky legs and wiped away the residue of the indiscretion before tugging his clothes back into place. His hands shook as he tossed the towel into the hamper, trembling worse as he shook his head and gathered the whole basketful of them and shoved them into the washing machine.

When he turned around, Joey stood in the doorway of the bathroom, her smile verging on a smirk. "I'll be upstairs, waiting for Jen."

"No. We need to talk about what just…"

"No. We don't." She took a step toward him, her smile widening as he stepped back. "We fucked. And you got off on it. So don't go crying to Jen, because you're just as guilty as I am." She moved another step closer. "Just enjoy it, Doug." Her hand snaked out and she trailed her fingernail down the center of his chest, leaving a trail of lighter colored skin in its wake. "Because you did enjoy it."

"Maybe you should wait for Jen wherever you're supposed to meet and I'll send her on her way as soon as she gets home."

"You should take a shower, Doug. You smell like sweat and sex." Her fingernail moved back up, tracing his still erect nipple. "You smell like me."

He stepped back, shivering slightly as he moved around her, taking the stairs up to the main floor of the house three at a time. Joey followed him more leisurely, watching him as he continued up the second set of stairs, heading for the bedrooms. Smiling, Joey moved back to the couch and her open briefcase, leafing idly through the paperwork spread out before her.

Doug stared at himself in the mirror, wondering how he could not look any different. Shaking his head, he forced himself to look away, moving to turn the shower on. The water was icy cold, working its way to scalding as he kicked off his clothes, dumping them in the hamper. He could still smell the scent of sex wafting off them, seeming stronger as steam filled the room.

Stepping under the stinging spray, he bit back a scream, his skin turning red as the water beat viciously against tender skin. The water sluiced sex from his flesh, sending it swirling down the drain as he stared at his cock, spent and flaccid as the water cut across it and washed the smell and feel of Joey away.

Snapping off the water, Doug grabbed his towel and rubbed himself dry, his skin rasping with the ferocity of his hands as he sloughed skin away with every stroke of cotton. Finally, feeling raw, he wrapped his clothes in the wet towel and shoved them in the hamper, pushing them down as far as they would go.

Without looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a hand through his wet hair and walked into the bedroom, half afraid that he'd find Joey draped naked across his bed. He felt his cock twinge, first with arousal then with disappointment when he entered the empty room. Deriding himself under his breath, he stalked to his dresser and dragged out his clothes, pulling them on quickly.

He caught his reflection in the mirror and stared at himself, wondering where the hell his mind was, what the fuck he was thinking, what he'd been doing, allowing Joey to do what she'd done. Wondering why the fuck he was staring at his neatly made bed, the one he'd very thoroughly made love to his wife in this morning, picturing Joey's body, sprawled spread-eagled across the pale blue comforter, her wrists and ankles secured to the posts with…

"Doug?"

He snapped his head back, forcing the visions from his mind and stumbling to the door of the bedroom. Jen's voice came again, speaking to Joey as he headed down the stairs. He paused as he reached the landing, watching the two of them. Jen sank down on the couch next to Joey, studying the papers in front of them on the coffee table. He continued down, walking up behind them. His fingers hovered over Jen's wild curls, wanting to touch them, but vividly aware of Joey's gaze. "Hey."

She tilted her head back and smiled at him, offering up a small kiss. "We're heading out for lunch with a client." He nodded and stroked an errant strand of hair off her face. "Then we'll most likely do a little shopping to celebrate."

"Be home for dinner?"

"Why?" She turned a little more and wetted her bottom lip, giving him a sly smile. "You have something special planned?"

"You could say that." He leaned in and gave her another kiss, closing his eyes as they threatened to focus on the hollow of Joey's breasts, her nipples pressed tight against the fabric. "I'm heading out myself. You girls have fun."

"We always do." Joey's voice was light, implying nothing, but that didn't stop the chill of desire that rushed through him. He needed out. Needed air and distance and anything that was not Joey.

Jen held up her glass and leaned back against the rose colored fabric of her chair. "A toast to a job well done."

"We did do a nice job, didn't we?" Joey smiled and clinked her glass against Jen's. "We make a pretty good team, you and I."

"Who would have thought, huh?" Jen took a sip and turned her head to the side, staring out at the passing traffic. "What's next for you then?"

"I'm not sure. I was thinking I might take some time off and relax. Things have been pretty busy lately but everything is starting to slow down. Shouldn't pick up again for a month or two when the construction business starts gearing up for the big summer push. You?"

"I'm putting together some financing for a new hotel they're working on to take advantage of the lighthouse and park. It's going to be nice from the looks of it."

"Trying to put the Potter B&B out of business?"

"Of course. That's exactly what I'm trying to do." Jen laughed and set her glass down, turning her full attention back to Joey. "Time off, huh? I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

"Yes you would. You'd stay home and putter around, doing something inane and boring like knitting. Or decoupaging." Joey grinned and took a small sip of her wine. "And then you'd make some extravagant dinner for your husband, ply him with food and wine and then drag him onto the floor and ravage him."

"True." Jen nodded and smiled. "Is that your plan?"

"You want me to make some extravagant dinner for your husband, ply him with food and drink and then ravage him on the floor?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of your husband."

"You think Pacey would touch my cooking?" Joey shook her head. "Maybe I can have you come and cook him an extravagant meal and I can do the rest."

"Oh sure, make me do all the hard work."

"You think ravaging Pacey's easy?" Joey laughed softly. "Well, okay, it is."

"I thought so." Jen traced patterns into her napkin with her knife. Joey raised an eyebrow as she watched her.

"What?"

"What what?" Jen looked up and blushed.

"What that look. And what," Joey caught Jen's hand and stilled the knife, "are you being so mysterious about?"

"The guy that I'm working on the financing for? The one who wants to set up the hotel?" Jen looked away, unable to meet Joey's eyes. "It's Drue."

"As in Valentine?"

"Yeah."

Joey's brow wrinkled. "So? I'm afraid I don't see the angst quite yet."

"He asked me out."

"And you mentioned you were married."

Jen watched Joey shrug matter-of-factly and looked down at her mangled napkin. "He said he didn't care."

"But you do." Joey reached out and put her hand on Jen's. "What's this about, Jen? You and Doug are disgustingly happy. Why are you even entertaining thoughts about Drue Valentine?"

"I'm not." Sighing, Jen freed her hand from Joey's grip and caught her wineglass by the stem, emptying the blood red liquid. "It was just odd and unreal. I mean, he shows up like some mythical figure out of my past…for the second time, and he doesn't even bother to ask anything about me, just corners me in the boardroom after everyone else has left and tells me he wants to be buried between my thighs."

"Wow."

Jen could feel the blush rising faster and higher as she thought about the rough sound of his voice when he'd practically held her captive against the wall. "I told him I was married and the only place I wanted him buried was in a shallow grave on the outskirts of town."

"Ouch. What did he say to that?"

"He deduced that you and I are still friends." Jen's smile was genuine. "Fortunately, I think he got the message."

Joey was quiet for a long second before she looked Jen in the eye. "But?"

"But I thought about it. For a second. Maybe longer."

"Thinking about it is fine, Jen." Joey smiled reassuringly, lifting her own wineglass to her lips. "It's only when you do something about it that you find yourself in trouble."

Joey dropped her briefcase on the table beside the door and slipped her keys on the hook above it. "Pace?"

"In here, darlin'." He stuck his head out of the kitchen and smiled at her, his eyes raking over her hungrily. "I've been working on this recipe. Come taste something sweet?"

She moved to him, her hips swaying seductively as he took a step toward her. His hands were out at his sides, covered with flour as she came up against him, her mouth hot on his. Snaking his tongue into her mouth, he held her to him with his arms, shifting his legs so that she slipped between them, her body hard against his erection.

Joey groaned and slid her hand along the front of his jeans, barely hiding her grin as one of his hands buried in her hair and the other came down on her hip. Her fingers found the zipper and it slithered down, allowing her hand to slip between the pieces of denim.

Pacey's soft mutterings of pleasure were drowned out by her sudden shriek of surprise as he ran his hands down her sides and lifted her, setting her on the edge of the island in the middle of the kitchen. He unbuttoned her shirt with one practiced hand as the other swept flour, a rolling pin and other assorted cooking utensils out of his way.

Joey leaned down slightly and found his mouth again, her tongue pushing into it, taking possession as he stripped her. He unfastened the front clasp of her bra and pushed both that and her shirt off of her, his hand immediately returning to feel the soft cushion of her breasts, his thumbs leaving traces of white as they stroked across her hardened nipples.

They broke the kiss, both of them gasping for breath. Joey stared at him, her chest heaving under his seductive touch as he pinched both nipples lightly, eliciting a harsh moan of pleasure from her. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned his shirt, baring his chest and the dark smattering of hair that led down into his open fly.

Pacey pushed her hands away from him and moved to the side of the island, stepping onto the built in step required to reach the pans that dangled overhead. Ignoring the burnished copper, he grabbed Joey's leg and turned her, bringing her legs in front of him before lifting himself onto the hard oak and crawling along her body as she lay back like a sacrifice.

His lips closed around her nipple, his teeth teasing the puckered flesh as his tongue flicked across the tip. Joey's moan was mangled in her throat as his hands pushed her skirt up her legs, baring her long, tanned legs to the warmth that emanated from the stove and from his own body, sliding the material up until it gathered at her waist and his fingers slipped down between her thighs, fingernails scraping over wet fabric.

Joey arched up, allowing Pacey to slip her damp panties down her legs. He moved between them, using his bare feet to free her of the scrap of fabric completely as he reached down and grasped his cock, easing it free of his jeans and boxers. Joey writhed beneath him, gasping as he moved his hot mouth to her other breast, leaving the first tight and aching and swollen from his attention.

Her hand dug into his hair, holding his head, tugging on the dark strands, unsure if she wanted him to continue sending thrills of desire through her with his mouth or if she wanted to kiss him, feel his tongue fuck her as his cock slid inside her. The decision was ripped from her hands as he pushed into her, his mouth still hot on her breast.

She was coming before he was all the way inside her, wrapping him in liquid heat as he filled her. Pacey groaned against her skin, pulling his mouth away and lifting his head to see her smoky eyes. Joey's neck arched as she threw her head back, offering him an expanse of skin as he thrust into her, moving his mouth up her body to the curve of her shoulder.

He could feel her soft moan through her skin, trembling along her neck as he nibbled the tight skin at the junction of her shoulder, one of his hands trapped beneath her as he held her body against his as his hips pushed, grinding against her body with every stroke. Joey was gasping for air, her hands beating a staccato against his skin as he thrust, the long tendrils of her hair weaving patterns in the flour that clung to the wood surface, coloring the reddish brown until it was bathed white.

Joey came again, surrounding him with clenching muscles, gasping his name as his thrusts sped up, his lips finally finding hers, sealing her shattered breathing between them as his tongue swallowed his name, stealing the sound from her as his tongue captured hers, sucking on it as he thrust forward, hard and long. He broke away from the kiss, fighting for air as he came inside her, his body weighing down on hers as ecstatic spasms shivered through him.

Joey collapsed back on the counter, her arms thrown out to the sides, her chest rising and falling beneath him as he lay on top of her, holding himself up with his arms just enough to offer pressure but not weight. "Tell me you haven't been working on that particular dessert at work."

"Not that particular one, no. I think the health inspector might frown on the use of this particular secret ingredient."

Joey laughed, "So would your wife."

"Good to know." He gave her a soft kiss and eased away from her, tugging his boxers up over his cock before slipping off the island. He shook his head as she started to get up, sliding his hands under her and lifting her. "Allow me."

"Pacey, put me down!"

"Nope. Can't have you contaminating my kitchen, you lusty vixen." He moved out of the kitchen and headed down the hall to their bedroom. He deposited her in the bathroom, done up in royal blue she'd bought to match his eyes. He set her in front of him, staring at them both in the small mirror above the sink. "You need a shower."

Joey laughed at her reflection. "I look like the bride of Frankenstein."

"I appreciate that comparison." Pacey leaned down and kissed her neck as his hands unfastened the hook of her skirt and slid it over her hips. Joey turned and found his mouth with her own, sliding one of her legs between his. He moaned softly as her tongue parted his lips, breaking away reluctantly as the oven buzzer sounded loudly down the hall. "Something sweet calls."

"Sweeter than me?"

"More likely to melt in the oven and leave a serious mess." He kissed the tip of her nose and pulled away. "Get started and I'll join you as soon as I take care of this."

She shook her head as Pacey headed out the door. "I love that I come second to a dessert."

Pacey stuck his head back in the room. "Actually, if you'll remember, Mrs. Witter, you came first."

Jen settled onto the loveseat and looked over at Doug, smiling lazily. "Hey."

"Hey." He looked at her over his book, returning her smile. "I'm guessing the deal went through?"

"With flying colors." She let her eyes roam over his body, her grin widening in appreciation. His white polo shirt was tight across the arms, even in his relaxed state, his jeans tight against his skin as they tapered down to his bare feet. "What about you? Arrest any bad guys?"

"Well, I thought about doing a citizen's arrest at the video store, but instead I just scared the kids out of sneaking out with the porn."

"You were renting porn?"

Her eyebrows shot up and Doug chuckled softly in response, "I told you I had a special night planned for us, didn't I?"

"But porn?"

He set his book down and held his hand out to her, tightening his grip as she took it, pulling her toward him. She stepped over the ottoman and settled onto his lap, her knees sinking down between his thighs and the chair. "It's good porn," he promised, tangling one hand in her hair and guiding her closer. "It's all about this cop and this woman he arrests. She's this sexy blonde," he paused to kiss her, just allowing them both a taste before he continued. "But instead of taking her to jail, he takes her home and handcuffs her to his bed while he ravages her."

"I'm liking the sound of it already." She shifted, sighing as she felt the pressure of his cock against her. "So does he fuck her senseless?"

"Oh yeah. Wears her out." He kissed her neck as he unbuttoned her blouse. "But she manages to get free of the cuffs."

"Uh…" she gasped as his hands found her breasts, teasing the nipples through the material, "Oh."

"So when he wakes up, he finds out he's the one bound to the bed." He slid his hands around her and unfastened her bra, then extricated her from both layers of fabric. Her skin was creamy white, tinged gold from the lamp beside him as his hands moved back to her breasts, cupping the soft mounds and lifting the rosy areoles to the light, to his mouth.

"What then?" She shivered as she spoke, his mouth closing around one taut nipple. "What happens next?"

"Mmm," Doug pulled away reluctantly, nuzzling at her other nipple. "She fucks him. Unmercilessly. And when she's done and he's spent, she moves up his body, still straddling him, hanging onto the headboard as he fucks her with his tongue, teasing her clit until she screams in satisfaction."

"Sounds like you've already seen this one," Jen wrapped her hands around his head, threading her fingers through the dark hairs as he finally captured her other breast in his mouth. "Or…" she paused to suck in air as his teeth scraped over sensitive skin, "is it just that we've done that one?"

"All the good plotlines have been taken," he murmured as he raised his head, smiling at her before giving her a soft kiss.

Jen shook her head. "Not all of them." She slid off his lap and stood, holding her hand out to him. "Come on. I'll prove it."

Doug took her hand and stood, letting her lead him to the stairs. "So what is it that you have planned, Mrs. Witter?"

Jen half turned, walking up the stairs backwards. "Well, I thought," she released his hand and unfastened her skirt, "we could start with something slow and romantic." She let it fall from her fingers, pooling around her feet as she stepped out of it, moving higher up the stairs.

Doug groaned at the sight of her pale blue garter belt and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it to the ground as he followed her. Jen turned as she reached the landing, stopping when he caught up with her, grabbing her and holding her against him. The bare curves of her ass pressed against the smooth denim of his faded jeans as he bent down and whispered softly to her. "Why don't we finish with slow and romantic," he offered instead, turning her and pressing her to the wall, his body holding her in place. "And start off with something hard and wet and fast?"

Her hands moved over his bare chest to his belt, unfastening it and pushing the leather aside as she slid the zipper down and pushed the demin away from his skin. "I could be okay with that."

He closed his eyes as she eased his boxer-briefs over his erection, stroking it as she pushed the material off of him as well. "Yeah?" he asked huskily as he ran his hands down her sides, sliding them under the curves of her ass as he lifted her up, supporting her against the wall as he guided his cock to her warm opening. "You sure?"

She nodded as he slid into her; his hands digging lightly into her ass as he pulled her forward, feeling her heat sheath him. Her voice was like fire against his flesh. "Positive."

Doug buried his head in the curve of her shoulder, breathing in her scent as his hips rolled into hers. Jen's legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass as her thighs tightened around his. Doug sank slowly to his knees, carefully holding her against him, using the wall as a guide, letting her ass rest on his knees as he reached the ground. She groaned as his hands found her hips, guiding her toward him, burying himself deeper.

He pressed forward, pinning her to the wall with his body as he captured her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling and sucking on it before he kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Jen's heels dug further into his ass as she pulled herself upward, sinking down hard on his cock without ever breaking the kiss.

His head fell back and he moaned her name, turning carefully and guiding her to the floor. He stretched out above her, precariously close to the edge of the landing, pushing deeper. Jen caught her breath and shuddered beneath him, licking her dry lips as she braced her feet on the carpeted floor and met every thrust with her own.

Her blonde hair spread out under her, rasping against the carpet as she arched her neck. Her eyes closed as she wrapped one leg over both of his, thrusting upward, keeping pace with him as his strokes grew shorter, more frantic. She uttered a soft cry as she came, her body squeezing his cock as she bathed it with her orgasm. He gasped for air, for release, as he came as well, his body shaking with spasms as he continued thrusting into her.

After a long moment, he eased to the side of her, curling her against his body on the small landing. He licked his lips, the heady smell of sex surrounding them as his tongue touched the hollow beneath her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I love you, Jen."

She turned her head and smiled at him, offering her lips up for a quick kiss. "I love you." She twisted the rest of her body slowly so that she was facing him, lying in the cocoon of his arms. "And I have to say that was better than any porn film ever."

"Even the one with the three female archeologists getting it on in the tomb?"

"Hmmm." She smiled at him before she eased away slowly, getting to her feet. "Almost better than that one."

"Damn."

"But we still have slow and romantic."

"You've got an excellent point." He got to his feet as well, following her up the rest of the stairs to their bedroom, hardly a single thought of Joey on his mind.