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Deuce’s Dancer
Copyright ©2012-2015 Patricia Green and Blushing Books
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Deuce stared at the ceiling in his big house and imagined her right there with him. Her warm body would snuggle up against him, her breath soft against his chest. She’d be small and slender underneath his arm, and he’d stroke her breast as he’d done during the Jamaica holiday.

He touched his bare chest as though she was pressed against him, and sighed. The last two years alone had been unpleasant, but finding Angie in Jamaica had reinvigorated his life, like turning on all the colors where there had been lingering gray.

The moment he’d seen her, he was strongly attracted to her. She carried herself proudly and didn’t seem a bit shy, though she was topless and wearing the skimpiest thong bikini bottom imaginable on the clothing-optional beach. It was yellow, he remembered, neon bright against her tan. Her black hair and Hispanic features told him she was a Latina right away. Did she speak English, or would he speak to her in Spanish? He knew, without a doubt, that he’d speak to her. Even if she spoke Portuguese, he’d find a way to communicate.

Admiring the way her firm breasts and round rear jiggled as she walked by, he saw his opportunity to meet her when she dropped her sun lotion on the sand. As she settled into a chaise, he picked it up and brought it to her.

“You dropped this, Señorita.”

Her eyes were amber. Not the dark brown he expected and that he saw so often in his Hispanic patients. They were startling, but she was so lovely, they seemed a perfect fit in her face. Deuce returned her smile and accepted her thanks.

Offering his hand, he tried to start up a conversation. “Deuce Journey. From Houston, Texas.”

She took his hand politely, though it was clear from the wariness in her face that she was often hit on and thought this was another try. “Nice to meet you, Deuce. I’m Angie.”

“It’s a pleasure, ma’am,” he drawled. His drawl wasn’t as strong as many in his family, but he’d spent a lot of time in medical school in New York and had lost some of that twang. He wondered if she’d pick it up. Some people did; some didn’t. He gestured to the chaise next to hers. “Mind if I join you?”

Angie put down her sun lotion and shook her head. “I suppose fellow Texans in Jamaica ought to stick together.”

He turned the chaise so he could look at her pretty face—and those perfect breasts. A few erotic ideas spun through his head and he grabbed a folded towel off the chaise and put it in his bare lap as he sat down. It wasn’t particularly subtle, but he didn’t want to offend her. Were women offended if a guy got an erection just by being near them? It seemed a little crass, so he tried to focus on getting to know her rather than getting her in bed. He reminded himself that she wasn’t the first beautiful woman he’d ever encountered. In fact, most often they came on to him rather than the reverse.

Being a successful pediatric cardiologist, and a bachelor, had some advantages. Deuce hadn’t been averse to accepting a few of those offers in the two years since he’d been broken up with Stacy. Not many; he didn’t like to sleep around. But a few had been too tempting to refuse. None had become something more enduring, however, and he hadn’t pushed. Things with Stacy were still too complicated, and it seemed unfair to bring someone else into the fray.

“So you’re from Texas, too. Where, if you don’t mind me asking?” The ocean waves tumbled gently fifty yards away adding a background susurration to the calls of the gulls.

“Here and there. I’ve moved a bit.” Her full lips formed the words in the most appealing way, but her answer was evasive. Maybe she was simply protecting herself from a stranger–stalkers happened.

“That’s quite a coincidence: both Texans, here in Jamaica.”

“Funny to travel so far to meet someone from home.”

He grinned. “I agree. How long are you staying at the resort?”

The wariness returned. “To the end of the week. You?”

“I’ve already been here a week, but I’ll head home at the end of the week, too.” Her nipples were smooth, a slightly darker brown than her skin. He wondered what they’d be like under his fingers, then tried to put that desire away. “What do you do in Houston?”

“I’m a regional sales manager for a cosmetics company.”

“Do you like it?”

She nodded, and the genuine smile came back. “I love it.”

Deuce should have guessed she’d be in the beauty business, her light makeup was perfect. He might have taken her for a model, if she’d been taller or more busty. But he found her sexy the way she was, everything proportioned to fit her frame.

A waiter came by with a tray of rum punch drinks, and they each accepted one. Deuce noted that she took only the smallest sip and then put the drink down on the table between them. The napkin fluttered in the hot breeze. Obviously, she wasn’t a party girl and that was good. He wasn’t attracted to sluts.

“What do you do?” Angie asked, though he sensed cool politeness in her voice rather than sincere interest. Small talk didn’t appear to be her thing.

“I’m a pediatric cardiologist,” he told her. It was, he thought, maybe a little small of him to want to impress her, but it was the truth and he was proud of the accomplishment. The high arches of her eyebrows rose a notch. At the same time, though, a shadow crossed those gorgeous amber eyes. He wondered what that was about.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.” He turned on his high wattage smile, the one the girls seemed to respond to, and she did, smiling back.

“Working with kids must be both rewarding and difficult. Seeing those sick babies… I don’t think I could do it.”

“You don’t get used to it, exactly, but you try to focus on what you can do to help rather than how unfair the situation is for them and their families.”

Angie nodded. He wondered if her name was short for Angela. She was angelic, alright.

They chatted cordially for a little while. He mentioned that he had brothers and sisters near Sonora, but she didn’t reveal much about herself. Deuce wouldn’t have classified her as “secretive” exactly, but she was definitely holding back. It was possible that she was married, and he wanted to find out. If she was, that nixed anything further. He came right out and asked as there was no subtle way.

Taking another sip from her drink, she shook her head. “No. Are you?”

“No.” Time to try for a little more. “Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? The resort has a fabulous steak house.”

The shadow crossed her eyes again, but after a moment, she gave him a gentle smile. “Yes. I’d like that.”
She seemed a little more forthcoming after that, and they talked about books and music for a while. Soon, the afternoon spun into evening, and he had to let her go and change for dinner. As she walked away, her sweet fanny swaying, he imagined exactly how delicious it would be to spank that bottom until it was deep rose and hot to the touch.

Dinner first, he reminded himself.

They shared their meal and laughed about things they’d seen at the resort. Their conversation focused on popular things, and she kept her personal life to herself. He didn’t want to pry, but he got more curious as the night progressed.

Unfortunately, it came to a close all too soon. Although the resort atmosphere encouraged affairs d’amour, Deuce was a patient man and sensitive to Angie’s reticence to make their encounter erotic on the first night. They agreed to meet the next day for lunch.

As they spent the next three days together, Deuce found himself eager for her company for more than the potential for sex. He really liked her. She was smart, sweet, fun to be around. Fearless when it came to the various activities around the resort. They even played chess in the nude on the giant chess set on the nude beach! Although she was shy about revealing her private life, she wasn’t shy about her body. Deuce had a few moments of self-doubt, wondering if he’d misread her attitude. Maybe she was loose and he was being a fool for not taking advantage of her.

But no. When she brushed by him, her breasts rubbing against his arm, she seemed slightly embarrassed that her nipples got hard. There was no coyness in her expression, but a soft blush on her tanned cheeks.

He was smitten.

© 2012 Copyright Patricia Green and Spanking Romance

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