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felt him shiver. Her gyrations became wilder, faster. Her mouth went slack as she felt a powerful release coming on. She squeezed his shoulders as her booty bounced up and down, riding his dick like a horse on a merry-go-round, only with way more of a thrill.
    “Yes. Yes. Yessss!”
    She collapsed on Randall’s chest. For several seconds she lay there, pussy twitching, legs shaking, head rising just enough to initiate a hot, wet kiss. He was still rock hard, which meant this was only round one in a match that would go several. She slowly freed him from the constraints.
    “Do you like chess?” she cooed, stroking his hairless chest. He wearily nodded. “Good.” She slid off of him and got on all fours. Looking back, she taunted, “Your move.”
     
    Sunday morning. The night with Randall had been as amazing as Jacqueline had imagined it would be, and now, sitting in her bulkhead seat on her flight to Washington, she had five nonstop hours to replay each tantalizing moment. Before leaving, she’d shared snippets of the night’s adventures with her best friend. Kris had once again stressed caution where her feelings for Randall were concerned, and Jacqueline agreed that falling head over heels was not recommended. But she’d never met a man who made her feel the way he did, and from his actions of this past week, she believed his interest in her was more than fleeting. The sparks between them were genuine and their erogenous fire burned bright and hot. His parting words to her were to keep in touch and he looked forward to seeing her again.
    As the plane leveled off at a comfortable cruising altitude, Jacqueline fired up her iPad and settled in to work. But every now and then a memory of her times with Randall would make her pause and bring a smile. Maybe all the frogs she’d kissed had brought her to this handsome prince. If so, it had been more than worth it. Knowing the payoff was to end up with someone like Randall . . . she’d kiss them all again.
     
    The Malibu meeting ended earlier than scheduled. Randall and his research partner, James, both caught a redeye flight. Several hours later, an exhausted Dr. Atwater spotted his driver and entered the town car. He didn’t realize how tired he was until he woke up mere blocks from his home with his mouth slightly open and his iPad on the floor.
    “Looks like you had a long week, Doctor,” the friendly driver said, watching through his rearview mirror as Randall ran a hand over his face.
    “Man, you don’t even know the half.”
    “Well, we’ve almost got you home now. You can get a good night’s sleep.”
    “That’s exactly what I need. I can’t wait.”
    They arrived at his stately residence, and Randall paid the driver, waving away his offer to take the luggage to the door. He inserted the key, opened the door, and was immediately greeted by family.
    “Daddy!” His twelve-year-old daughter, Albany, bounded into the foyer and into his arms. “We missed you, Daddy. I’m so glad you’re home.”
    Ten-year-old Aaron strolled around the corner. From the look in his eyes, he too wanted to jump into his father’s arms. But it was obvious he thought himself too cool for that. “Hey, Dad.”
    “Hey, Son.” They gave each other dap.
    “Where’s your luggage?” Aaron asked.
    “Outside. Will you grab it for me?”
    “Sure.”
    Randall stepped aside to make room for his son and heard a sultry voice behind him. “There you are.”
    He turned around and walked into arms that hugged him tightly, and lips that brushed his own. “We’ve missed you,” she said to him as hand in hand they strolled into the living room, kids and dogs not far behind.
    “I’ve missed you too.” They sat. He immediately pulled her into his arms. “How are you, baby? How’s my beautiful, loving wife?”

CHAPTER 12
    “C ome here.” Randall lay stretched across their custom, king-size bed, having only taken off his shoes and loosened his tie. By the time he’d reached