“Sam could almost see the wheels of Kennedy’s mind spinning as they ate.
“You know earlier, when you said you thought I was up to something. Well, you were right in a way. And since you’re so perceptive, I’m going to fill you in. But you can’t let on to my friends that I told you any of this.”
“I’m listening.”
“Justine and Lisa are both just out of relationships and back in circulation and I wanted them to cut loose and have some fun, so I created this scavenger hunt for the three of us, based on sexual behavior.”
“Very innovative,” he said. “I see why you’re so good at your job.”
“So you see,” Kennedy said, heaving a theatrical sigh, “if you won’t sleep with me, I have to move on and find someone who will. I have no intention of coming in last. And right now, I’m pretty sure the other two are miles ahead of me.”
Sam leaned forward, intrigued in spite of himself. “So you have to have sex. What else?”
“I need a photo of your cock. Erect would be better.”
“What else?”
“A snip of your chest hair. Someone slurping a shooter from my navel. I was planning to snag a pair of your boxers the other day when you were in the shower but you weren’t wearing any.”
“So if I want to spend more time with you while you’re here, you’re planning to lead me around with a check-list. Is that how you see it?”
She leaned across the table toward him, pushing her breasts to the forefront. “It’ll be fun. I promise.”
Sam shook his head. “I’m afraid you’ll need to find yourself another boy.”
“What?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. He’d bet no one had said ‘no’ to her before.
He shrugged and began to load the dishes into the dishwasher. “It’s a cute game, I’ll give you that. The problem is, I don’t play games.”
She was at his side in a second, winding her arms around him from behind and rubbing that luscious body up against his. “I let you talk me into Frisbee golf.”
He turned to face her, admiring the way she didn’t lose her hold. “What kind of man would I be if I just went along with what you’re proposing?”
“A sporting one?” she said, head tilted back, eyes half-closed, lips parted provocatively.
“You won’t respect me in the morning.”

“Oh, but I will. If you’re half as good as I’m betting you are.”
He continued to study her, trying to gauge his next move. How hard-to-get did he want to play? “Since you put it that way, I would hate like hell to have it said Sam Watson is a poor sport.”
Hands beneath her ass he lifted her clear off her feet and slid her onto the kitchen counter, pushing up her dress as he did so. He reached under her dress and ripped off her underwear.
“Ooh,” Kennedy said. “I love it when you take over.”
“Just you wait.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist for balance. He plunged his hands through her hair and plundered her lips. They were soft and sweet and hot all at the same time.
He’d known once he kissed her, that there would be no going back. No pretending he didn’t want her with a burning need in his gut.
He got rid of the dress in short order, it was hampering his full enjoyment of the moment. He played with her breasts through the bustier, teasing the cresting nipples where they peaked over the lace, egging him on by playing hide and seek, till that too was discarded with one easy tug of the front lacing. “You’re magnificent!”
He took a step back to admire her fully; shapely legs, rounded hips, nipped-in waist and voluptuous breasts, then he picked her up and carried her onto the deck where the hot tub hummed in its darkened nook. He put her down, removed the tub’s lid, and started on his own clothes. By the time he’d stripped she was already relaxing in the water.
“I had a feeling water-sex was on the list.”
“How intuitive,” she said.
With a touch of the controls he activated the jets. The underwater lighting changed colors, first red, then green, then aqua and lavender, some hues bright, some subdued.
He reached down and captured one of her feet, bringing it to the surface for a massage. He ran his fingers between her toes, probing sensitive nerves and tendons from her heel to her ankle.
“Mmm,” she said, head pillowed back. “That feels wonderful.”
He attended the other foot, then pulled her forward so she straddled him. Her breasts bobbed enticingly on the surface of the water and he fondled their fullness, ran his fingers up the contours of her chest and neck to her chin.
She shifted her position in his lap till her clit was pressed to his swollen cock, giving a little wiggle of pleasure.
Her hands got into the act, exploring the planes of his chest against hers. “I like your hot tub.”
Steam rose to engulf them and wisps of baby fine hair at her hair line started to curl in the heat.

“And here I thought you were interested in me for one thing only.”
“I have a very long list for the sexcapades hunt.”
“Right. I’ll be right back.”
He climbed out and went inside, then returned with a bottle of cognac. “One belly button shooter coming up. Sit up on the side, then lean back.” He poured some of the fiery liquid into her navel, then leaned down and lapped it up.
She giggled. “That’s cold. And it tickles.”
“Allow me to warm it for you.”
He splashed more cognac onto her breasts and made a point of licking them clean, tugging each turgid nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, rewarded by the instant hardening, the rise in her breathing, the tensing of her muscles as her desire built to match his.
He eased her back and, eyes intent on hers, drizzled cognac onto the magic triangle.
“That’s very wasteful if you don’t plan to drink it.”
“Don’t you worry. I have no intention of spilling a drop.”
He tongued her softly and heard her responding moan. A heady combination of fiery cognac and equally hot woman filled his mouth and desire bolted through his system. He got it under control and concentrated on Kennedy; her special scent and taste underlying the liquor. Petal soft lips gave way to the stamen of the inner flower.
He barely grazed it with his tongue, felt a quivering response, then pulled back to concentrate on her inner thighs, tonguing and licking and sampling their softness as she plowed her fingers through his hair and tried to direct him back to the heated core.
“You’ve kept me waiting a long time, Sam Watson. I’m not used to waiting.”
He sipped the impatience from her lips, molding them with his own, sharing her taste and the cognac with her as he played with her breasts. “Patience, my lovely.”
He continued to kiss and fondle her, amused and intrigued by the way she angled herself against his thigh, rubbing her heated opening on his leg, her breath rising and falling in needy panting gasps, until he felt it. Her back arched, her muscles tensed, she gasped softly into him and climaxed.
He caught and held her, feeling the tension slowly seep from every particle of her. Gradually her heavy breathing slowed, her eyes fluttered open and gazed triumphantly into his.
“Lord, I needed that.”
“And to think,” Sam said. “We’re just getting started.”