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Post by unavitasegreta on Jul 24, 2015 20:46:00 GMT -5
Recreating the Cheatin' Heart date was brilliant, but I refuse to give Lucas the credit. I believe Lucas had some inspiration. ;-) If he were truly this much of a romantic genius, he wouldn't be single!
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Post by fluffysmom on Jul 24, 2015 21:41:45 GMT -5
I really enjoyed the scene. This was a perfect date for the two of them. Stephanie was thrilled that he recreated the Cheatin Heart for her.
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Post by Kpatch on Jul 25, 2015 22:19:34 GMT -5
We want previews. We want previews. We want previews. Okay, I will just speak for me. I want previews. I want previews. I want previews.
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Post by fluffysmom on Jul 25, 2015 22:21:31 GMT -5
We want previews. We want previews. We want previews. Okay, I will just speak for me. I want previews. I want previews. I want previews. Me too Kpatch!
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Post by unavitasegreta on Jul 25, 2015 23:15:27 GMT -5
I'm not used to previews ... hmm ...
Stephanie creates her own kind of New Years Eve fireworks for Philip. We meet Stephanie's mother-in-law.
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Post by Kpatch on Jul 26, 2015 8:29:39 GMT -5
Thanks unavitasegreta. I am certain that Stephanie's motherinlaw isn't anywhere near as bad as she would have been if Stephanie had married Philip. Time to get used to doing previews.
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Post by fluffysmom on Jul 26, 2015 9:43:36 GMT -5
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Post by unavitasegreta on Jul 27, 2015 20:33:58 GMT -5
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Philip looked across the pool table at Stephanie. She was grasping the cue in one hand, her hips absently swaying back and forth as she sang along to the song playing from the jukebox. He was disappointed that she was still fully dressed. Strip pool had seemed like a good idea when he suggested it since Stephanie was already down one piece of clothing. To his dismay, she’d put her coat back on to level the playing field. And three games in, he was the one without his jacket, tie, and cufflinks.
“Are you ever going to hit the ball?” Stephanie asked.
Philip shifted his gaze from the ball to Stephanie, “you’re too much of a distraction. You have to move out of my shot.”
Stephanie smirked, “I’m a distraction, huh?” She then walked around the table and behind Philip, putting her hand on the small of his back where he was bent over the table. “I’ll just go sit over there and be a good girl,” she spoke, her lips next to his ear.
Philip felt a wave of excitement rush through him. There was no way in hell he’d make his shot now.
Stephanie walked towards the bar and sat on one of the stools, watching as Philip went back to focusing on his shot. Just as he was shifting his arm back, she got an idea.
“Ooops!”
Philip groaned as he heard first a thump and then Stephanie’s voice. He looked over his shoulder to see her bending over the bar.
“Seriously?” he sighed. “I’m never going to win this game, am I?”
Stephanie slid back across the bar and down onto the stool, a beer in her hand. “Why not?” she asked sweetly.
“How interested are you in a negotiated ceasefire?” Philip asked, putting his cue down and walking toward Stephanie.
“Is this your way of saying you know you aren’t going to beat me?” she asked, watching as Philip advanced on her.
Philip stopped directly in front of her, pinning her against the bar. He ran his finger down the neckline of her blouse. “I might be willing to concede defeat if you can make it worth my while …”
“I don’t think you’re in a position of power…”
“Oh?” Philip asked, looking down at her, “I think you’re the one who is not in a position of power…” His hands moved to push her jacket down her shoulders.
Stephanie stopped him, slipping off the stool. “Sorry, pal, I’m enjoying kicking your ass way too much.”
Shrugging her jacket back on, she walked over and picked up the cue, holding it out for Philip.
Philip advanced on her, pinning her against the table and pressing his lips against hers.
Stephanie opened her mouth, feeling Philip’s tongue sliding against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. Philip’s hands roamed down her back and when she felt his hands on her shoulders, she pushed him back.
“I can’t catch a break,” Philip groaned as Stephanie held the cue out to him. She smiled brightly.
Philip took the cue from her, “you are an evil woman.”
Stephanie ran her hand down his shoulder. “If you make this shot, I’ll make it really worthwhile for you.” She then stepped behind Philip, out of his line of sight.
Bending over the table, Philip lined up his shot and took a chance. He didn’t particularly care whether he made it or not and to his surprise the ball sank into the pocket. He turned around with a cocky smile on his face.
Stephanie took a step toward him, leaning forward like she intended to kiss him. Instead she dropped to her knees and tugged down the zipper on Philip’s jeans.
“Thank God I didn’t miss that shot,” Philip noted, looking down at her, his hand brushing her long hair over her shoulders.
“I’d probably have taken pity on you,” Stephanie admitted, her big eyes looking up at him. “There’s no way someone could walk in on us, right?”
“Not a chance,” Philip assured her. “The door’s locked and we’re the only ones here.”
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Post by Kpatch on Jul 27, 2015 21:23:18 GMT -5
OMG. This is like my dream. I mean Stephanie's dream. I love the flirtation and the descriptions. You are so good at this writing stuff unavitasegreta!
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Post by unavitasegreta on Jul 27, 2015 21:33:14 GMT -5
OMG. This is like my dream. I mean Stephanie's dream. I love the flirtation and the descriptions. You are so good at this writing stuff unavitasegreta! Thank you! That means a lot. The rest is up to your imagination. I may have been known to write a smutty story or two (allegedly ... I admit to nothing), but this one is safe for all audiences.
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Post by heroicmuse on Jul 27, 2015 21:36:02 GMT -5
I"m with Kpatch. That was one smoldering hot scene. I really enjoyed it. Hope Philip is right and nobody comes wandering in.
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Post by fluffysmom on Jul 27, 2015 22:28:51 GMT -5
OMG. This is like my dream. I mean Stephanie's dream. I love the flirtation and the descriptions. You are so good at this writing stuff unavitasegreta! Thank you! That means a lot. The rest is up to your imagination. I may have been known to write a smutty story or two (allegedly ... I admit to nothing), but this one is safe for all audiences. You might have to email us the alleged story unavitasegreta. I really like the flirty banter as Philip attempted to take a shot. The end of the chapter was a sexy surprise!
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Post by unavitasegreta on Jul 28, 2015 20:23:45 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve
Stephanie turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Reaching for her robe, she wrapped it around herself and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She examined her face, touching the skin around her neck. Without make up on, she was starting to look like a woman in her mid-thirties. She always thought she’d be more upset to see the signs of aging, but it didn’t bother her.
Life was far better now than it had been a decade ago. She’d been so insecure about herself and her relationships. If she’d done something as bold as she had New Year’s Eve with Philip, she would have done it out of desperation to hold onto him and not because it was something she wanted to do.
Stephanie heard the bathroom door open and Ava ran in and stopped in front of her. “Bubble bath!” she exclaimed, looking up with her wide eyes.
“Mommy has to go to work, sweetheart,” Stephanie told her.
“It’s not Saturday?” Ava asked sadly.
“No,” Stephanie laughed. “It’s Monday.”
“Oh,” the little girl frowned, “tomorrow’s Saturday?”
“No, tomorrow is Tuesday.”
“The next day?”
“No, it’s Wednesday.”
“When is Saturday again?” Ava asked, frustrated.
“In a few more days.”
She sighed. “How many?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“You said we could take a bubble bath, but we didn’t! When is Saturday?” Ava insisted.
Stephanie realized that she’d forgotten all about her promise to Ava and had gone out with Philip, sending Ava to her grandparents for the night.
Picking Ava up, Stephanie put her on the countertop next to the sink. “What would you think if I took the day off and we had a bubble bath and then went to get pancakes and bacon?”
Ava smiled widely, “it is Saturday!”
“No, baby, it’s still Monday,” Stephanie laughed, hugging her.
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“Put that down!” Stephanie called out, seeing Ava pick up something from the ground.
Ava looked at her mother from across the playground. Stephanie shook her head and Ava dropped it, running back to the swings.
Hearing her phone buzzing, Stephanie fished it out of her pocket.
So you’re playing hooky today…
Looking around, she wondered how Philip knew that. “Do I have a mole in my office?” she typed back.
Your secretary adores me. I’m very charming.
Stephanie laughed, typing back, “I agree with that.”
I can’t quit thinking about Saturday night.
“Me either,” she typed.
You are so damn sexy.
Ava ran up, crashing into her mother’s legs. “Is that from Gramma?” she asked, pointing at her mother’s phone.
“No,” Stephanie told her, “it’s from a friend of Mommy’s.”
“What’s it say?” she asked, looking at the screen.
“Uhm,” Stephanie stammered, “well, it says, uh, that mommy is very pretty.”
Ava looked at her, “you are.”
“Thank you,” Stephanie smiled down at her.
“Who said you are pretty?”
“A friend,” Stephanie told her.
“Why?”
“The person was being nice.”
“Why?”
Before she could come up with an answer, her phone buzzed again. Ava reached for it, “what does it say now?”
I just realized I never got to live out my fantasy of bending you over- Stephanie stopped reading and looked up at Ava. There was no way she could read that message to her daughter. “Do you want to go get ice cream?” she asked.
“Okay!” Ava smiled.
Grateful for the distraction, Stephanie put her phone in her pocket and took Ava’s hand as they left the park.
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Post by Kpatch on Jul 28, 2015 21:19:33 GMT -5
Oh poor Philip being left hanging like that without a reply to his text. You are right. The imagination does wild things in this story. I just love it!
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Post by fluffysmom on Jul 28, 2015 21:57:17 GMT -5
I really like the sexy text messages. It was sweet of Stephanie to take the day off to have fun with her daughter.
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