Amanda Lanier flopped back into the hammock in her boyfriend Jared’s backyard and kicked her feet making her flip flops launch through the air. One landed safely on the newly mowed grass while the other took a different trajectory and smacked Jared in the middle of his chest. His deliciously muscled bare chest she was having a hard time keeping her hands off of, sweaty from a summer afternoon spent doing yard work. While she loved how he looked in his police officer’s uniform, she liked how he looked out of it all the better.

  He rubbed the dark hair above his left nipple where the shoe had glanced off and gave her a mock growl. “Hey, watch where you’re flinging those things!”

  She smiled and wiggled her pink painted toenails at him. “Just be glad it wasn’t one of my heels.”

  His only reply was a grunt, but she didn’t miss the way he licked his lower lip. Jared had a thing for seeing her in a pair of high heels or thigh high stockings and had more than once requested she wear her black patent leather stilettos in bed. Not that she minded. Anything that turned Jared on turned her on, and she loved the way he got all hot bothered at the sight of her in fishnet stockings. One of the things she enjoyed the most about their relationship was his willingness to try new things in the bedroom with her; a willingness that was going to be pushed to its limits tomorrow.

  Her muscles held a low, pleasant ache from cleaning out the vegetable garden, but she enjoyed being with Jared too much to complain. After all, he once spent the entire day helping her clean out her grandparent’s garage while her grandfather chain smoked stinky cigars and gave him bad advice on the stock market. He was what she and girlfriends in high school would have called a keeper.

  Jared bent over to pick up the hedge clippers, and she squeezed her thighs together as a warm wave of desire tightened her lower belly. The way a pair of pants gripped the firm curves of his rear end never failed to turn her on, and the pair of battered jeans he wore now made her want to sink her teeth into his butt like a crisp apple. She’d always had a thing for men’s rear ends, and Jared’s fine butt was in a class all by itself. Too bad he wouldn’t let her play with his ass the way she wanted to, but all of that was about to change in the name of science.

  She shifted her weight in the hammock and wound her toes into the thick white ropes. “You nervous about tomorrow?”

  The muscles in his back tensed, but he kept trimming the overgrown holly bush in front of him, denying her the ability to read his reaction on his expressive face. “Why would I be nervous?”

  She frowned at his back and watched a bead of sweat trail down the indent of his spine to the top of his jeans. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you love me enough to help one of my all time favorite fantasies turn into reality, even if it’s something you’ve never done before and would probably never do if I hadn’t gotten down on my knees and begged.” She took a deep breath and squeezed her thighs together again. “I’m finally going to see that sensitive, firm ass of yours fucked by a beautiful blonde.”

  The clippers came together with a loud snap, and his buttocks clenched. “Keep, it down. I don’t want the neighbors to hear.”

  “Your closest neighbors are half a mile away. Besides, you weren’t too worried about the neighbors hearing when you gave me a screaming orgasm on the back patio this morning.” He gave her his male grunt again, but she wasn’t going to let the subject drop. Things could go very, very wrong tomorrow if they weren’t honest with each other, and she wasn’t going to let that happen. “Come on, Jared, I need to know you’re okay with this. I promise you if we get there, and you aren’t feeling it, we can walk away with no hard feelings on my part.”