Operation G-spot. Jodi Lynn Copeland

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      Dusty straightened and took a step back. “I didn’t blow a damned thing. You were about to come before Matt came out of the back.” He glanced back at her crotch and smirked. “Way you’re dripping, it’s clear you still want to.”

      With a raucous laugh, she snapped her thighs together and pushed off the table, smoothing the dress down unsteady legs. “Get over yourself. The only reason I’m wet is because I have a real man waiting for me outside. One who knows how to get the job done.”

      He stared at her a moment, then said, “You honestly have a guy outside while you’re in here letting me go down on you?” She nodded, and he shook his head. “You’re an even bigger nutcase than I thought.”

      Self-loathing slid through Liz. She hated the way he was looking at her—as if she was deplorable for getting with two men in one night. She held little doubt he’d done the same with women many times. For the sake of her reputation, bogus though it might be, she cast aside her unease. “Maybe so, but at least I won’t be relying on my own hand to get me off tonight.”

      3

      Fiona: Hell-o, ladies. Guess who just had one of the best orgasms of her life? God bless you, Kristi. I don’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t hooked me up with Simon.

      Kristi: Singing King Simon’s praises again. I take it that means Saturday night’s blind date was a bomb?

      Fiona: You could say that. The guy was three inches shorter than me (you know about my height hang-up) and had a serious foot fetish. He spent the whole night staring at my feet, talking about licking my toes. Halfway through dinner I couldn’t handle it anymore and told him I had an oozing blister. Worked like a charm.

      Liz: Lovely imagery.

      Fiona: Hey, woman. Long time, no talk. So, did you take my advice and give the sure thing another go? Please tell me you did. Kristi isn’t putting any effort into finding Mr. G, and frankly it’s making me feel alone in the quest.

      Kristi: Like you have room to talk, Ms. I Love My Dildo Better Than Any Man.

      Liz: She’s got you there, Fi. For the record, I’m glad to hear Simon’s still doing the job. Ah, fuck it, I am not glad. I’m jealous as hell.

      Fiona: Is it just me, or did you notice Liz ignored my question, Kristi? You aren’t holding out on us, are you, Liz? You know I have Old World connections, ways of making people talk. Spill, or swim with the fishes.

      Liz: You have me shaking here. Probably wet myself from the fear.

      Kristi: C’mon, Liz. Stop being gross and tell. Did you hook up with Dusty again?

      Liz: It wasn’t exactly a hookup, and it also wasn’t worth it. No O…the story of my life.

      Kristi: Oh, honey, that blows. Did he at least get you wet again?

      Liz: No. Yes. A little. Okay, so a lot. But he couldn’t finish the job.

      Fiona: Why? The lawyer in me detects there’s more to it.

      Liz: The lawyer in you can stick it up your derriere.

      Fiona: Ah-ha, gotcha. Can we say guilty with a capital G? So, what happened?

      Liz: Another damned interruption.

      Kristi: Oy. Colin walked in on you guys again?

      Liz: No. It was, um, one of Dusty’s employees. We were kinda getting down and dirty on the pool table at his bar and…And the point is I was close, sooo incredibly close, and the idiot guy comes out of the back and pulls this “I didn’t know you weren’t alone” crap.

      Kristi: Pool table, huh? Lots of ball handling going on.

      Liz: Ha-ha, and no. Dusty was fully clothed, and his hands were hardly involved.

      Fiona: I’ll take that to mean he was doing you with his mouth. You know they say, it’s harder for most women to come that way. If he had you that close with just a few licks, imagine what’ll happen if you give him another chance when you’re both naked. Don’t give up on this guy. He’s got your number.

      Kristi: Ooh…is it 69?

      Kristi: Okay, so I can hear the groans all the way to Seattle. ’Nough with the bad jokes. Seriously, Liz, Fi is right. Either give him another try or hand him over. I wasn’t joking when I said I should come to Atlanta and meet him. If you aren’t going to go for the big O with stud man, I will.

      Liz sat back in her chair and stuck her tongue out at her laptop monitor. Dusty had accused her of being a nutcase last night, but the true nutsos were Kristi and Fiona. Had they forgotten every bad word she’d ever typed about Dusty, or why were they encouraging her to give him yet another try? Maybe there was a chance of him making her come if they could get together without any interruptions, but all that would accomplish was her hating herself after the fact.

      He wasn’t just a player—that she could handle—he was an unscrupulous man-whore. One who was not, under any circumstances, getting his hands or his tongue back on her body.

      As for Kristi’s desire to do him…The thought of Dusty sleeping with her friend tightened her belly into knots. It was sympathy for Kristi to blame. The woman came across as the type to fall hard once she found a guy who could do her right. If she hooked up with Dusty, bad things would surely happen. Liz’s duty as a friend was to tell Kristi to stay away from Dusty. Unfortunately, her duty as a woman who’d vowed to help the others locate a man capable of finding their G-spot and providing them with the big O outweighed that. Aching belly or not, she had only one option….

      Liz: You want him, you got him, Kristi. Just let me know when you can come to town and you’re as good as fucked.

      Dusty stepped out of his truck and hustled from the parking lot to the community center. Thanks to having to break up an argument at the bar before it could escalate into a physical fight, he was five minutes late. He would be damned if he would be any later. Tonight was all about impressions, and every second counted.

      Three days had passed since Liz walked out on him, orgasmless yet again. He should have spent that time worrying over how getting caught messing around at work would affect his relationship with his employees; he’d never intended for things to move beyond a little kissing and groping. Instead the idea that Liz might have had another man waiting for her in the parking lot had goaded him day and night. If she’d had another man lined up and still allowed Dusty to stick his tongue in her, then she’d expected him to fail to make her climax the whole time.

      He’d failed at a number of things in life, hundreds of things depending on who you asked. When it came to sex, he wouldn’t be a failure in anyone’s eyes, damnit.

      Sex was his forte. The one area his ego had every reason to soar. He sure as hell knew how to find a woman’s G-spot, knew exactly what buttons to push to have her creaming in his hands. And he would prove it to Liz. He had to prove it to her. He now knew for a fact that she was to blame for his recent celibacy streak. She was the first person to threaten his self-confidence on any level СКАЧАТЬ