" I pressed my hand firmly against her jeans. "Judy..." Her face moved up and down a few inches as we continued our stare, our lips still a breath apa...t, my palm rubbing what I'd dreamed about tasting.Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself; maybe the fantasy is just a fantasy - maybe not.For a year, Kate had been coming over once a week to help with the accounting in my home office while I worked on my fourth novel. I knew she needed the money and I needed the help. It was good for both of us.She. I swung him around, wrapped my arms around him, and pressed my lips against his, pulling him into me. He moaned against the kiss, and my manhood was swelling like mad. He didn’t resist for a second, and our tongues began playing around in a mad dance of passion. His slender hands began caressing my forearms, running up the back of my neck and running through my hair. I had him now. It was a regular taboo kiss. Just between two guys.I withdrew from the kiss, and our eyes met. He was putty in my. That's how bad it had gotten between Claire and me.That kinda left me with a mighty big problem. After Clair had moved on, I no longer had a circle of close friends. Shit, I hardly had anyone who I could call a friend anymore, except for a couple of the guys I worked with in the office.Yeah all right, probably I was being a little stubborn. But after folks have purposely pushed you away and left you off the old invitation list, for a few years, you're not inclined to go hunt the buggers out. Tonight was not a night for heavy discussions of her situation, her amnesia, her confusion, etc... Eric wanted everything to be perfect and if it meant giving her an extra dose of laudanum, then so be it. He just hoped she wasn't getting addicted to it.He looked over at her thru the candlelight and admired her beauty. He was glad he was making her so happy tonight. She deserved it, he thought, he wanted her to feel like a queen. She would be his queen. He would make it so. He would make her his.