Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (31 page)

They kissed again. With the heat rising
between them, he ran his hands down to her ass and scooped her off
the floor. Still locked in a kiss, she wrapped her legs around him.
He turned and slowly headed to the bedroom.

Their sex that night was extraordinary and a
lot like the McEnroe-Borg Wimbledon tiebreak; lots of sweating,
long rallies, heavy breathing, and it went on and on for what
seemed like forever. This time, though, there were two winners.

THE END...

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The
Victoria Wilde Series:

INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHTS

SECRET THOUGHTS

REVEALING THOUGHTS

SECOND THOUGHTS

Victoria Wilde Prequel

DESPERATE THOUGHTS

SWEET PROCRASTINATION

ENHANCED

I hope you enjoyed
Inappropriate
Thoughts
. I’ve had this story in my head since a girl, I won’t
mention by name, actually broke my heart in college in pretty much
the exact way outlined in this book. She really could do that thing
with her leg and when I saw her do it at a party, I was hooked.
Okay, so I was a shallow pathetic inexperienced loser… 'Miss
flexibility' did end up secretly dating my suite mate and stringing
me along. I really do think she enjoyed messing with my head just
as much as Natalie did in the story. I did go on that spring break
trip with my suite mate (while all this was going on), but it was
Texas and not Miami. I was as clueless as Brian… Those two crazy
real-life kids got married and I assume had like twelve kids
together or something. Unfortunately that’s where the ‘based on the
truth’ part of the story ends and my imagination takes over. There
was no hot mother, no 'technical virgin' story line, no super-fun
Victoria or any of the other stuff you hopefully found hilarious. I
do sometimes wonder if the girl in question can still do that thing
with her leg because I really would… Sorry not sure where I was
going with that.

And one note about tennis; McEnroe was the
reason that I started playing. I rented the DVD of that match I
quote in the book (the 1980 Wimbledon final) and wow has the game
changed. Don’t get me wrong; it was a great match. One of the best.
But like so many other sports, the players are faster, the
equipment better and today’s players somehow hit the ball much
harder now. I did enjoy watching all of McEnroe’s finals during
most of the eighties. He seemed to be in just about every one of
them and I loved his style of play. I still miss those days and
those rivalries compared to the ones from today.

I hope you'll read the rest of the series
and learn what happens next. I'm having a blast writing it. Please
check out chapter one of
Secret Thoughts
below.

Ian Dalton

SECRET
THOUGHTS

Miami hadn’t seen three straight days of
drenching rain in more than a year. But as Brian waited to hold a
tennis match with Jillian, with her response to his marriage
proposal hanging in the balance, the rain came. It came hard. He
was fine with the lack of acceptance of his proposal for the entire
first day while they were joking about the match "rain delay;" by
the second day he was sure she would have accepted his proposal,
but she hadn’t. He didn’t really start to worry until Day Three,
when neither of them mentioned the proposal or the match or any of
it. Everything else was fine in the relationship—actually, it was
perfect otherwise.

Perfect except for that one "little" thing—he’d
proposed three nights ago out by the pool, and he still didn’t have
an answer. And when she didn’t respond immediately, he’d tried to
provide some levity by suggesting they play for it. He was really
only joking; he saw it as just a formality. Even if she did happen
to beat him when they played, he was sure she would still just say
yes. But at 7:00 p.m. on Day Three, he was still waiting. It had
stopped raining an hour or so earlier, but the court was still wet.
Plus, Jillian's best friend Victoria had invited them over for
dinner, and they were just about to walk out the door. He was in a
slightly better mood since he’d learned the next day was going to
be beautiful—perfect tennis weather. It was to be an unusual day
for late June in southern Florida, eighty degrees with low
humidity. He was psyched and ready to play.

Brian was behind the wheel of Jillian’s car, and
she sat in the passenger seat, holding a perfect-looking chocolate
mousse ganache cake in her lap. They had baked it together that
morning and not had sex afterward. They always had sex after they
cooked together. There was something about being in the kitchen
together and the sensuality of the whole cooking process that got
her worked up, but not today.

Before pulling out of the driveway, he glanced
out the windshield to the sky. "It looks like it’s clearing
up."

"Mm-hmm." She gazed out the window,
preoccupied.

As they neared Victoria's
house, he rolled his eyes and thought,
“Mm-hmm…mm hmm”—that’s it?
Not, “Oh
good, we can finally get our big match in”? What the hell is she
thinking?

Jillian said, "I shaved my pussy for you
today."

"Really?" he replied. Talk about changing the
subject—that was the best non sequitur he’d ever heard. The best by
far.

"Let’s both get drunk tonight and just have sex;
like, amazing sex. We’ll walk home if we have to."

"Okay." He grinned excitedly, thinking that this
was really getting good. He had just been promised clean-shaven
pussy and drunken, wild sex. His favorite…

"I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch lately. It’s
the rain. It makes me depressed. I think I have a touch of that
thing where if you don’t see the sun, you’re in a bad mood. What’s
that called again?"

"I don’t know, but I know exactly what you’re
talking about."

"That’s why I live in southern Florida. It
hardly ever rains here."

He nodded in agreement as he pulled into
Victoria’s driveway.

As he opened the door to get out of the car, she
put her hand on his arm. "Wait." He met her gaze, and she gave him
an uneasy smile. "We’ll play tennis tomorrow. Then…" She gave him a
wistful look. "I really want to play you."

"Oh, I know you do. I can’t wait." A big smile
spread across his face as they walked to the front door.

Victoria, Brian, and Jillian sat around the
table in Victoria’s dining room, enjoying a glass of wine after
finishing a delicious meal that Victoria clearly had not prepared,
because she never cooked. In fact, her oven was used mainly for
storage. Instead, she had the meal delivered from a fine local
restaurant.

"The food was amazing." Brian patted his full
stomach.

"Yes, it was delicious." Jillian shook her head
with a smile.

"It's not easy putting together a meal like
this."

After they all shared a laugh, Victoria asked,
"You guys feel like sitting by the pool?"

A few minutes later, the women sat on
comfortable lounge chairs enjoying the beautiful night, while Brian
prepared after-dinner drinks in the house.

Looking at the house directly behind Victoria's,
Jillian's eyes widened. "You never mentioned how your date went
with your hot neighbor."

"It was… okay."

"Did you keep your promise?"

"What promise?"

Jillian gave her a look. "About not having sex
with him on the first date."

"Sure did."

"Good, so what does he do?"

"He’s the head coach of the football team."

"At the U?"

Victoria nodded with a frown.

"That’s an important job. Does he actually have
any free time to date?"

"I think so, but I don’t know." Sighing,
Victoria stared down at the concrete patio.

"What is it?"

Victoria glanced up at her face. "It's just… I
haven’t had sex in over a month, and I’m not sure it’s really going
to work out with John and me."

"Why not?"

"I think he has a premature ejaculation
problem."

Jillian looked confused. "Did he tell you
that?"

"No."

"Okay, then how do you know?"

"Well, he came, like, five seconds after I went
down on him. That’s how I know."

Jillian was staring straight ahead, looking
confused, when Brian walked out carrying two cosmopolitans. He
handed them off to Jillian and Victoria. "I’ll be right back."

"But you said you didn’t have sex," Jillian
said.

"We didn’t. He's pretty good at eating pussy,
and I really enjoyed that part, but—"

"Let me see if I understand you correctly. He
performed oral sex on you?"

"Uh-huh."

"You performed oral sex on him?"

"For five seconds."

"Okay, it was short, but his penis was in your
mouth, right?"

"Right. So what’s your point?"

"Sounds to me like you had sex."

"No, we didn’t."

Looking at Victoria in complete bewilderment,
Jillian’s jaw dropped. Brian returned with his own girly drink,
placed it on the table, and fell into a comfortable chair. "What
the heck are we talking about?"

Jillian made a face. "Do you consider oral sex,
sex?"

"Sure."

Victoria folded her arms across her chest.
"Well, I don’t."

"Who are you, Bill Clinton?" Brian scoffed.

"If that definition works for a former
President, then it works for me."

Turning to Brian, Jillian asked, "Remember when
Victoria said that she would not have sex with this new guy on the
first date?"

"I remember."

"Well, he performed oral sex on her; then she
did it to him, and—"

"Only for five seconds before he shot all over
my face and in my hair."

"Yuck." Jillian glared at her as if that little
detail was totally unnecessary.

"I had to wash my hair twice, and my eye burned
for, like, an hour."

After Jillian and Brian shared a look, he looked
back at Victoria. "Only five seconds, you say?"

"Not even."

He widened his eyes. "Well, in that case…"

Victoria looked at him, waiting hopefully for
some support. After pondering it for a moment, he nodded. "It’s
still sex. You had sex with him."

Dismissively waving her hand at him, Victoria
shook her head. "Sex is fucking—penis-in-vagina fucking."

Jillian’s eyes lit up as if she had the perfect
argument to win the case. "Then, do you consider anal sex,
sex?"

After narrowing her eyes to
process that little nugget, Victoria let out a sigh. "No… I mean,
yes. Oh, let’s just drop it. We had oral sex, but I haven’t
had
vaginal…"
She
scowled at both of them.
"
…s
ex in
two weeks, and I’m horny. The closest thing I have to a sexual
partner is a hot, middle-aged guy who shoots before you get your
panties down." After staring at them again, hoping for something
resembling understanding and getting nothing, she let out a long,
slow breath. "I’m sad, okay?"

"I went almost a year without having sex once."
Jillian announced proudly.

"Eighteen months for me… starting in my junior
year, until I met…" He motioned toward Jillian with a couple quick
head nods; in response, she grinned like a schoolgirl.

Victoria eyed them both with a condescending
smile. "That doesn’t comfort me at all. You guys were kinda like
losers in the romance department. No offense."

Jillian sneered her way, then they all took a
big sip of their drinks.

After an awkward pause, Brian shifted gears.
"So... Victoria, when do classes start?"

"My summer class starts in three weeks."

"What is it?" Jillian asked.

"It’s called Advanced Sexual Problems. It
focuses on case studies of couples whose sex lives are in desperate
need of help. I got ahold of the syllabus and found out that I have
to do a case study, either on a real life couple or one described
in the textbook."

"That sounds a hell of a lot more interesting
than those finance classes I had to take," Brian said.

Victoria took another sip from her drink. "Do
you guys have any issues in the bedroom that, uh, might help me
come up with a topic? You could be a real-life case study. I'd love
to get a head start."

Emptying her drink, Jillian shook her head.
"Wow, that was strong. Let's see… um, bedroom problems." She curled
her lip as they each wracked their brains for anything. Jillian
shook her head. "No, I think we’re all—"

"What about..." Brian's eyes widened. "No,
forget it."