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I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t really know how it all works.”
    Mark turned her around. He placed his finger under her chin and forced her to look at his face. “Relax Rachel. Let’s just have fun and enjoy this for as long as it last okay?”
    She nodded moments before his lips descended on hers. The minute his mouth touched hers, she melted into the kiss. Needing to taste him, she pressed her tongue into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. She wound her fingers through his hair.
    Mark’s hand caressed her back, his hand slowly easing up her shirt. Oh yeah, this was exactly what she wanted. She pressed her hips tightly against him and groaned when she felt his erection.She dipped her finger into the waistband of his pants but before she got any further the doorbell rang. Damnit, the pizza guy.
    Over pizza, they discussed places they had travelled, things they still wanted to see. Rachel told Mark how she had always wanted to go to Scotland and Ireland but Roger never wanted to so she had never been. She had dreamt of going there since she was a little girl listening to her grandfather’s stories of the standing stones and the magic of the Celtic ruins. The mystery and romance of it all called to her soul.
    “You don’t sound like you had much in common with your ex,” Mark commented after listening to her story.
    “Well, I guess that explains why we aren’t together,” she joked.
    Mark set his pizza plate on the coffee table and slid closer to her. “No, really, why did you guys break up?”
    “You honestly want to get into this already?” she asked him, puzzled. Flings didn’t usually discuss past relationships.
    “Yeah, I want to know. Obviously, he was an ass, but other than that, what happened?”
    “I don’t know. We were married for thirteen years, and somewhere along the way, I just lost myself. I became the perfect little society wife with no opinions of my own. Like I thought Roger wanted.” She shifted on her seat. “Turns out what he really wanted was his twenty-two-year-old secretary.”
    She stood and took their plates back into the kitchen and returned with the bottle of wine. “Now, can we change the subject? Because I thought you wanted to have fun and talking about my ex is not fun.”
    Mark stood, took the bottle from her and topped up their wine glasses. Setting the bottle on the table, he handed Rachel her glass, grabbed his own and took her hand. “Oh, I can definitely think of something more fun,” he said, taking her hand he led her down the hallway.

C hapter Five

    Every day, Mark worked tirelessly on her yard, and every evening, he worked just as tirelessly pleasuring her body. Two weeks into their relationship and Rachel hardly recognised herself. Gone was the sexually repressed woman who never initiated anything, the woman who had never even had an orgasm during sex with a man. Now she greedily demanded multiples.
    Rachel stood at her counter, mixing a batch of lemonade for Mark and his workers. The sight of him working in her backyard made her heart race, and the urge to feel his hands on her body sent tingling pulses of lust between her legs . She had enjoyed watching him work for the past couple of weeks. It was nice coming home and having someone around, rather than the empty silence that normally filled her evenings. The easy camaraderie as they shared a meal when he was done working for the day was something she had never experienced in all the years she had been married.
    With a tray filled with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses, she stepped outside. Her gaze immediately honed in on Mark. With his shirt off, his muscles glistened with sweat. It was all she could do not to jump him right then in her backyard with his workers around.
    “Mmm.” The man was just too yummy for words.
    From her place on the deck, Rachel called to the men. “Guys, I’ve got lemonade if you want it.”
    Mark’s head lifted up, and his gaze connected with hers.