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Show Me Yours Elle Laudan

A 1 Night Stand Story

~DEDICATION~

Desiree Holt & Kate Richards Two amazing ladies who made my venture into the world of erotic writing a pleasure.

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Chapter One The soft curve of her breasts peeked above the lacy trim of her new, ice blue on white bra—a slight sparkle, the desired effect after a light dusting of shimmering powder. Wide legged Ralph Loren pants flowed straight down from the curve of her hips. Clothes weren’t an extravagance she indulged in often, even though she had the money. Why not splurge on something other than chrome and leather? The lush, Italian silk blouse against her skin brought goose bumps to the surface, the shade of champagne the perfect complement to her bronzed skin. Her choice of clothes covered all of her tattoos. Derek’s profile stated he had a few, but three or four, compared to her fifty plus.... Tamara sprayed a cloud of Sephora and walked through the mist, fanning it over her body. Kat Von D described her perfume as, unexpected and provocative. Perfect. She gave her image in the mirror a fleeting glance before leaving the bedroom. Lizzy sat on her kitchen counter, eating frozen cappuccino yogurt straight from the tub. Her jaw dropped upon seeing her enter the room. “Holy shit, woman. You almost make me wish I were a lesbian.” “Trust me, if you were a lesbian, I’d have jumped your bones long before now.” Tamara snorted. “In case you’ve forgotten, it’s been a while.” Her best friend glanced at her watch. “If my calculations are correct, it’s been three years, forty-four days, eight hours, and sixteen minutes.” Tamara tossed a dishtowel at her. “What would I ever do without you keeping track of my sex life, or lack of one?” She smirked and sat at the table where makeup and brushes were lined up in wait for her. Having a make-up artist for a best friend had its perks. “Do you think you can put away the ice cream long enough to work your magic?” Lizzy furrowed her brow. “You’ve got nerve, asking me to hurry after I waited over an hour for you.” She jumped down from the counter, snapping the lid back

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on, as she made her way to the fridge. “So what kind of look are we going for tonight?” Tamara shrugged. “Keep it simple. You know how often I wear make-up.” “Um, yah I do, since I’m the one who does it, once or twice a year.” It surprised her to hear the tremor in her breathing. She hadn’t been this nervous over a guy in a very, very long time. “You do know it wouldn’t take much for you to talk me out of this.” “No way. You’re going, even if I have to strap you down on my bike and deliver you myself.” She took a long, fluffy brush from her tool pouch and added a light dusting of powder down Tamara’s jaw line. It took a total of three minutes before she was ready for the final touch, her lips. “Any preference to what color you want?” Tamara scanned the row of lipsticks, from red to pink, to purple, to peach. “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want red.” They settled on a light pink, and Lizzy handed her the tube after glossing her lips. “Here, keep it handy so you can touch up when you’re in the bathroom.” She shook her head. “See, I’ve never understood the point of wearing this shit. I mean, one drink and it will be left behind on the glass.” “You are so in the stone age when it comes to make-up.” Lizzy chuckled. “Speaking of glasses, how about one filled with wine before you leave? It will calm your nerves.” “What makes you think I’m nervous?” Her trembling hands slipped under the table. Lizzy replied with the look, and proceeded to pour them both some white wine. Light reflected off the crystal stemware as she set it down on the table, causing tiny rainbows to dance on the wall. “Here’s to a great meal and even better after dinner sex.” “You’re too much.” She tossed back half of her wine, savoring the explosion of plump grapes in her mouth before swallowing. “Do you think I should take my bike?” Lizzy shrugged. “Why not? If the evening goes for a shit, you can always go for a ride so the entire night isn’t a complete waste of time.” 2

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“Good point.” She picked up the new shoes she’d bought for the occasion. Demita sandals of luxe metallic leather; a chain encrusted strap and heel gave them an edgy, silver look. According to her date’s profile, he stood six foot four inches tall. She could easily be comfortable with three-inch heels. “I can’t wear these on the bike, that’s for sure.” “Wear your boots and wrap the pants tight around your ankle before you put your foot in them. You can change in the parking lot before going inside.” Tamara heaved a weary sigh. “This whole dating ordeal is sure a lot of work. No wonder I don’t bother with it.” “You haven’t been on a serious date since Jeff left town. It’s time to move on, don’t you think?” Tamara winced at the mention of her ex’s name. Even after three years, the scars he left on her heart were as fresh as if it happened yesterday. “It really is a wild twist of fate; you just finished the job at the new Castillo Hotel, and I discovered Madame Evangeline and her elite matchmaking service.” Lizzy drank the last of her wine. “It is wild, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t be doing any of this at all if it weren’t for her impeccable reputation. She runs a pretty tight ship with extensive background checks before hooking her clients up. Derek is a businessman, a collector of some kind. He spends a lot of time in Europe.” She gathered their glasses and walked over to rinse them out. “I guess he’s thinking about putting down roots in the Falls, wanting a home base. He rides a bike, has a few tattoos, and won’t be after my money.” Lizzy tapped her watch. “Well, you best get moving, or Prince Charming will think you stood him up.” She took a deep, cleansing breath before making a move. “Keep your cell phone with you in case he turns out to be some sex-crazed guy.” Lizzy laughed. “You should be so lucky.”

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Chapter Two Tamara stooped to straighten the crease of her pants after being tucked into her riding boots. Satisfied, she stood up and pulled back her shoulders, taking a deep breath before attempting to walk in her new heels. Steel toed boots were more her choice of footwear. Lucky for her, she adapted to the expensive sandals well; the clicking of her heels against the pavement resounded in the night air. An attendant held open the door, tipping his hat as she walked by. “Thank you.” The man smiled before resuming his post. The polished marble floors gave cause to walk with great care. The last thing she wanted was to fall flat on her ass. She paused in the dining room entryway and gave the bar a fleeting glance. Her gaze settled on a man she assumed to be her date talking to the bartender who’d set a drink down in front of him. Tall, dark, and handsome, exactly as she’d pictured him after reading his profile. Tamara’s gaze was drawn to the center of the dining room. Her breath hitched as she took in the grandeur of her masterpiece. A low burning fire showcased the rustic stone fireplace soaring fifteen feet toward the lofty ceiling. Quite impressive. She blinked back the threat of tears. Her father would’ve been so proud. “It’s quite spectacular, don’t you think?” Tamara startled at the presence of a man at her side. Her hand flew to her chest. “Oh.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Your name wouldn’t happen to be Tamara?” His warm smile put her at ease. “Yes, and you must be Derek.” Her date stepped forward and brushed his lips against her cheek. She returned the gesture, giving him an air kiss for fear of leaving the sticky gloss behind on his face.

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Derek ushered her to the bar where she sat, crossing her legs to reveal her sexy sandals. The quick once-over he gave her didn’t go unnoticed. He smelled so good, she would love nothing more than to nuzzle his neck and inhale the intoxicating scent of Hugo. “If you’re hungry, we can sit at our table now.” “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather sit at the bar for a bit.” Derek waved the bartender over. “Give the lady whatever she wants.” “I’ll have a glass of the house white wine, please.” “I have to say, you’re not at all what I expected.” He took a drink, maintaining eye contact over the rim of his snifter. “Disappointed?” “Hardly.” He chuckled. “Pleasantly surprised. I wasn’t sure what type of woman would contact someone like Madame Eve.” Tamara shrugged. “Probably similar to the type of men who do.” He raised his brandy. “Touché.” “I work long hours. My best friend coerced me into signing up. It’s not something I would have done on my own.” “Remind me to get your friend’s address so I can send her some flowers.” Tamara laughed, cursing the heat warming her cheeks. “I hear you, though. My work takes me out of the country quite often. So, what do you do that keeps you so busy?” She smiled and nodded toward the stone hearth. “I made that.” His brow creased as he looked from her to the fireplace and back to her again. “Are you telling me you built that?” The surprise on his face was priceless. “Yes, in fact I just finished it earlier this week.” Derek whistled long and low. “I’m impressed. How many men did it take to build it?” Her brow arched and she narrowed her gaze on him. “I said...I built it.” “You? All by yourself?” He tipped his glass to his mouth, finishing his drink in one swallow. “I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just I’ve never heard tell of a woman in your profession.” 5

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Tamara smiled. “Well, now you have.” Once the bartender refilled their drinks, the tables turned. “So, just what is it you do, Derek?” “I’m a collector, mostly of rare gems.” “I guess that makes you a twenty-first century pirate?” The corner of her mouth twitched. “Sure I am.” He chuckled. “Minus the pirate’s hat, a parrot on my shoulder, and a Jolly Roger flying on my bike.” “Is that your bike out there?” Tamara struggled to contain her body’s reaction to the man. “The silver FLH? Yup, that’s my girl” “It’s a nice bike. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one painted that color.” “That’s why I call her Silver. Everything that could be chromed, is...and a couple of things that shouldn’t be.” “So tell me, are you happier sitting inside or out on your bike?” “Are you suggesting we go for a ride?” Derek‘s eyes danced with mischief. “Only if you want to.” Tamara fluttered her lashes. “How can I say no to you?” He pushed his drink away, untouched. “If we’re going for a ride, I’d better get out of these clothes.” “I think that might be illegal.” She smirked and looked down at her expensive ensemble. She wanted to change as well, and agreed to wait at the bar while he ran up to his room. They’d ride over to her place next. Derek earned large points in his favor for suggesting this change in plans. Any guy who’d give up a table in one of the poshest dining rooms in the Falls had her approval. She snapped her jaw shut as she watched her date step out of the elevator. He’d changed into faded jeans and a black leather jacket, which she was happy to see well worn, as were his boots. A white, button down shirt provided a stark contrast against his tan. Tamara slipped off the stool and met him in the doorway. It was a definite first, wearing heels and her date still stood taller than her. 6

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Derek’s gaze fell on her sandals. “Are you going to ride in those?” She laughed. “I can barely walk in them, never mind ride in them.” At the exit, Derek stepped aside to allow her to pass. The sun had just begun its descent, casting a purplish glow on the horizon. “I’m so glad you suggested this.” Tamara took her boots out of her saddlebags. Derek offered his arm to hold onto while she exchanged her heels for boots. Tucking her pants in wasn’t the sexiest look, but it beat the hell out of getting her pant leg caught in something while riding. They strapped on their helmets and lifted kickstands, exchanging a smile before Derek motioned for her to take the lead. He rode with the confidence of a seasoned rider, not a poser who only owned a bike to show off, rather than to ride. So far, everything about the man turned her crank. He followed into her driveway. Once they climbed off and removed their helmets, he sat on the side of his seat and folded his arms across his broad chest. “Do you want to come in?” “I’m good. It’s a beautiful night.” He took her hand in his, and cast a cursory glance from the tip of her toes, upward to meet her puzzled expression. “For the record, you look stunning; it’s a shame you have to change.” Tamara smiled, and hurried inside, grateful for the time to gather her composure, stripping off her clothes on her way to the bedroom. She appreciated his compliment, but had no regret exchanging her fancy pants for well-worn jeans, and her silky blouse for a long sleeved T-shirt she’d picked up at the last Friday the 13th event in Port Dover. She twisted her hair into a braid on the way out, hoping she hadn’t made him wait too long. Derek whistled. “Wow.” His reaction couldn’t have been better. Rendering her speechless wasn’t a bad thing, but a rarity nonetheless. “So where do you want to go? Do you know your way around the Falls very well?” Derek grinned sheepishly. “I know how to get to where I want to take you first.” 7

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She looked sideways at him, curious about what he was up to. She shrugged. “Okay. You lead, I’ll follow.” Derek headed away from the Falls, and it wasn’t until he put his signal on that she figured out his plan. She pulled in beside him and climbed off her bike. “Are you for real?” Tamara giggled, feeling very much a teenager. “I’ve passed this place a few times, but never stopped.” Tamara’s heartbeat quickened as she waited for Derek to pay. He draped an arm across her shoulders as they waited for their turn. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She laughed. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” “The night has just begun chérie.” He took her hand in his after they were seated. The attendant secured the door, sending them upward to board the next enclosed gondola for two. They’d remodeled the Ferris wheel so one could observe the spectacular view of Niagara Falls from one hundred seventy-five feet up, any time of the year. “I bet it’s been fifteen years since I’ve been on this ride. It sure has changed. Too bad it’s not a little darker or we could see the falls all lit up and the fireworks display.” He pulled her to his side. “I don’t know about any of that, but it’s a great excuse to be close to you.” The scent of his leather and cologne tantalized her already heightened senses. She fanned herself. “I do declare...you’re making me blush.” Derek tilted back his head and laughed. “I’m so glad I took a chance on Madame Evangeline. You’re a rare gem, Tamara.” She laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you did, too.” The ride, now filled to capacity, began its continuous rotations, offering a spectacular view. “So, tell me, what makes a girl like you sign up with a matchmaking service? Not that I’m complaining, just curious.” “Well, I’d just finished the job at the hotel when Lizzy talked me into it.” “So you were forced to apply?” “Kind of, and because I work so many hours, it leaves little time for socializing.” 8

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“I hear you there. I’m never in one place long enough. I want to find a small house to make my home base. Niagara Falls is looking pretty good right about now.” She turned to face him, just as he leaned in and captured her mouth. His lips were warm and full—not an intrusive kiss...but gentle...like a prelude of things to come. She couldn’t resist, she didn’t want to resist...and kissed him back. The ride came to an abrupt halt far too soon, jarring them back to reality. The entire glass enclosure was fogged up. Heat rushed to her face. What the hell just happened? Derek cleared his throat noisily and pulled his jeans away from his crotch, straightening in his seat in a futile attempt to hide his “condition”. “Phew! I’m not sure what came over us, but I sure hope it happens again.” Tamara laughed from embarrassment after seeing the attendant’s expression as he opened their door. Lucky for them, once the fresh air hit, the glass cleared. The guy offered them a knowing smirk before stepping aside to give them passage away from the ride. She didn’t even bother trying to make excuses. She’d been thirteen years old the last time she got caught necking with a boy. No doubt about it...there is some serious chemistry going on. “I think a ride by the water is a good idea. It might help cool you off.” Derek laughed. “Hey, it could be worse. You could be in search of an escape route.” “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Tamara swung a leg over her bike. He caught her attention, his gaze smoldering hot, and ever so sexy. “I hoped you’d say that.”

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Chapter Three Tamara had lived in Niagara Falls her whole life and never tired of the lights at night—especially the rainbow of colors that lit up the falls, giving the illusion of sheets of color cascading down to the pool below. Half an hour passed since their ride on the Ferris wheel, and her pulse just now returned to normal. Never had a man affected her like that in such a short amount of time. They were like a couple of hormone-crazed teenagers. Derek stepped in beside her and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side...leaving no doubt in her mind the direction the evening headed. “Are you getting hungry yet?” Tamara shrugged, not in any hurry to leave the warmth of his arm. “I guess I could go for a little something.” She looked down at what she wore. “Can we even get in the dining room dressed like this?” “I guess we’re going to find out.” He kissed the top of her head, a foreign gesture to her considering her height. “There’s always room service.” She forced herself not to react and stole away to her bike. “Yes, there is.” Within minutes, they were on their way. Derek twisted his throttle and passed her. Normally, she wasn’t much of a follower, but it gave her the opportunity to check out his broad shoulders, and, oh so sweet ass. Maybe I’m wrong. What if he wants more than a one-night stand? Truth be known, she wasn’t into casual sex, one of the reasons why she hadn’t been with another man since Jeff. Maybe she needed to make an exception, just this one time. Her body shivered in anticipation, and she drew in a shaky breath. Get a grip! She didn’t want Derek to think of her as desperate. Jumping his bones the moment they were alone might just send the wrong impression. Despite her slow, measured breaths, the second he signaled his turn into the hotel parking lot, her heartbeat tore off to the races.

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Derek lifted a long leg off his bike and took off his helmet, watching her back the bike in beside him. “Do you think they’ll be safe out here?” “Hang on.” Derek crossed the parking lot toward a security guard, who tipped two fingers to his forehead in a wave of sorts. “Evening, folks.” Tamara released her hair from the confines of her braid; turning her head upside down, she worked the tangles out. Derek turned and smiled as she walked toward him, the guard already on his way to finish his rounds. Derek sifted his fingers through her hair as if it were the most natural thing to do—an intimate gesture from a man in sync with his own body, and it seemed, hers, too. “You are a very beautiful woman, Tamara. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.” “Thank you. I hope that’s a good thing.” She placed his open palm against her cheek, and closed her eyes, reveling in the warmth of his strong hand against her skin. “You are nothing like the men I’ve had the misfortune of meeting over the past few years.” He cleared his throat noisily and pulled away from her. “I think we best head inside before we give that guard a show to remember.” “I’m sorry. There’s just something about you....” She stepped forward and planted a warm and inviting kiss on his mouth, tugging at his bottom lip before she broke free and walked toward the hotel entrance. She didn’t need to turn around to gauge his reaction. A low growl preceded a hissing as he expelled a breath through what sounded like clenched teeth. Only after that did she hear his boots snap against the asphalt. Inside, she paused to wait for him. He now stood so close behind her she felt his warmth on her neck. “How about room service?” Her breath hitched and she pressed back against him. “Yes.” Her consent prompted Derek into action.

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“Hang tight.” He walked over to the desk to talk to the clerk. The man nodded several times, and at one point glanced past Derek at her and scribbled something down on a pad of paper. Derek pointed to their bikes before pressing a folded bill in his palm. Judging by the guy’s reaction, she’d guess a hundred dollar bill. Her date walked with an air of confidence, not arrogance. More often than not, a man as attractive as he was tended to be pretty full of himself. Tamara found his self-assured nature very appealing, even sexy. “I hope you don’t mind, I ordered room service for both of us?” He took her hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm. “Any allergies?” She shook her head and smiled, not trusting herself to speak. A flood of emotions coursed through her body with the sudden realization of what came next. She was on the arm of the most beautiful specimen of a man, on the way to his room, under the pretence of room service, to enjoy a bird’s eye view of the Falls and fireworks due to start soon. The elevator doors closed behind them, and he looked at her. “Is everything okay?” She tittered nervously. “Let’s just say, it’s not the norm for me to go to the hotel room of a man I’ve only known for a couple of hours.” He squeezed her hand. “I promise I’m not a serial killer, and I don’t have whips and chains in the bedside tables.” She winked playfully. “Good to know.” The ding of the elevator signaled their arrival on his floor...the top floor...the floor marked PH. “The penthouse?” Derek shrugged matter-of-factly. “When you spend as much time traveling as I do, a few luxuries now and then are warranted.” He slid his card down the lock and pushed open the door, standing to the side to allow her entrance. Tamara stepped over the threshold to another world. Polished marble floors led the way to a sophisticated array of fabrics and scents. Beautiful French doors opened to a balcony offering a breathtaking view. She trailed her fingers across the long, narrow bricks surrounding the gas fireplace. Nineteenth century bricks, imported from France. Modern art filled the 12

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walls, framed in mahogany. Her favorite part of the room, a reading nook which housed shelves made of Brazilian rosewood. In her business, she learned fast the different types of wood and stone to accommodate her customers. In the center of a round coffee table, a stunning selection of flowers in riots of purple and pinks exuded an exotic scent—fresh fruit and chocolates waited on a side table. “Wow. This place is amazing.” “I’m happy you approve.” He squeezed her shoulders from behind. “Do you want to sit outside and have our dinner?” “Absolutely.” Derek steered her toward the French doors and stopped short. “Door number one....” He spun her to the left. “Or, door number two?” She faced one door, then the other. He whispered close to her ear. “Psst...pick two.” “Hm, how about door number two?” As much as she wanted this man, she hoped it didn’t lead to the bedroom...at least not quite yet. The door opened to an elevator which ascended even higher than the penthouse. Time stood still in the moment the doors parted to reveal the most amazing rooftop garden she’d ever seen. “Who knew? A little piece of heaven here on Earth.” Her gaze traveled over the breathtaking foliage, littered with exotic flowers in colors she never knew existed. “Castillo knows how to vamp up the wow factor.” A romantic table for two sat near the edge of the rooftop; candles flickered in tinted hurricane vases. Twinkling lights were strung above, blending with the stars that filled the night sky. Tamara made her way to the edge and her breath caught in her throat. Never had the lights looked as beautiful as they did tonight. She felt his presence before his arms wrapped around her from behind. “Never in my wildest imaginings would I have guessed I’d be here...like this...with someone like you.” The bell from the elevator broke the spell of such a tender moment between them. Two stewards appeared with a cart filled with covered dishes. One man carried an ice bucket with stand—a bottle of wine chilling. 13

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Derek kept his arm around her waist and ushered her to the table. Just then, a loud pop, and splashes of purple and gold filled the sky. He spun her around, taking her back to the edge of the rooftop. She eased back against him and gazed out at the spectacular light show. Derek’s lips pressed against the side of her neck. “See what you’re doing to me? You’ve got me seeing fireworks from being this close to you.” Tamara sighed contentedly.”You’re not the only one.”

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Chapter Four They shared a meal in comfort experienced by couples who’d been together for years. The underlying sexual tension hadn’t diminished, but they found no need to hurry. Derek rocked on the back legs of his chair, his dinner plate empty. “So, you said earlier it’s been a long time since you’ve been in a relationship. Is that by choice, or is your work really that demanding?” Tamara swallowed the last mouthful of pasta. “A bit of both. My last relationship ended badly, and it took a good long while to get past it. Working eighty plus hours a week helped.” Tamara leaned back. “What about you...selfimposed workaholic?” Derek shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll agree, when you’re doing something you love, it’s not work.” He took a drink of his water. “It’s not that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with that special someone. I travel extensively, and not too many women would appreciate that aspect of my career.” “If her life was fulfilling before you came along, I think a happy medium could be achieved.” Derek smiled, and narrowed his gaze on her. “Do you honestly believe that?” Tamara swallowed hard. “Yes, I do. Let’s see what we have here for dessert.” She bent to lift a silver covered platter from the cart and set it on the table. Removing the lid, she revealed nothing short of sinful. “Oh, my word.” Chocolate covered strawberries, melon balls, and pineapple chunk skewers— plump red and green grapes and creamy Lindor chocolates. Derek rubbed his belly. “Why don’t we get comfortable before diving into all of this?” Tamara scanned the rooftop. “And where might that be?” He smirked boyishly. “Let’s head back inside. There’s a pretty comfy couch with our names on it.”

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Inside, Tamara took a strawberry from the platter and being very aware of him watching her every move, flicked her tongue at its tip before putting it to his lips. His gaze met hers, and she arched a brow suggestively. The gold flecks in his eyes ignited as he bit into the juicy strawberry. He raised a hand to catch the drips running down his chin, only to have her intervene. “I’ll get it,” she whispered and leaned in, kissing away the juices from his skin. Derek growled and captured her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss. Out of nowhere, the thought of tattoos disrupted the moment and she pulled back, breathing heavily. “What’s wrong?” Confusion lined his brow, his lips moist from their kiss. “Nothing, but I do have a question for you. I read on your profile you have tattoos, but I don’t see any?” Derek shook his head and laughed. He untucked his shirt, and pulled it over his head as he stood. His broad chest, as beautiful as imagined. Tattoos snaked over both shoulders, and he turned to reveal a most impressive back piece. “Okay.” He turned in a circle. “Now… show me yours.” Tamara made slow, deliberate movements, gently pushing him back to sit on the sofa. A smile played at the corners of his mouth, prompting her to continue. She inched her shirt up over her head to reveal the lacy ensemble bought specifically for him. She glanced over her shoulder to find him smiling as he took in her artwork. She breathed a deep, steady breath before turning to face him. Her chest and neck were void of any tattoos, but memories etched in ink filled the rest of her body. The room grew silent as he accessed this new revelation. “Well, what do you think?” She held her breath in wait of a response. Derek clasped her hand, and pulled her toward him. She straddled his lap. “What do I think?” He pushed her hair back to kiss her bare neck. “I think you are a woman full of surprises.” He feathered kisses across her shoulders and stopped to trace a tattoo on her upper arm. Tamara braced herself for what came next. His fingertip followed the outline of a blue rose growing from between stones. His brow creased. “This is unusual, what does ‘geloven’ mean?” 16

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“When I finished my apprenticeship, my father took me to get that tattoo.” “Your father chose a blue rose?” “I know, that was my initial reaction, but he’d done his homework choosing the right flower, and found a blue rose stood for, ‘a tantalizing vision that cannot be totally pinned down, a mystery that cannot be fully unraveled’. He said that was me in a nutshell.” A small smile played on her lips. “It stands for something that is hardly within one’s grasp, an object that seems too difficult to achieve.” “You father sounds like a wise man.” “Yes, very wise. Geloven means ‘believe’ in Dutch.” She shuddered, on the brink of tears. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you sad.” He pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck. “I’m not sad… it’s just been awhile since I thought of that day.” She leaned back and closed her eyes, focusing on his lips against her skin. “Now…where were we?” His caress traveled up her sides to the clasp of her bra. Tamara tossed her head back as the lace fell away. Her nipples hardened in expectation. “So beautiful.” His heated breath blazed a path along the curve of her breasts. He cupped both, raining kisses, keeping away from hard buds aching for his touch. Where she sat offered no way to reciprocate. “You’re not playing fair....” The husky voice in which she spoke, foreign to her. “Who’s playing?” They removed the rest of their clothes in silence. Tamara left the lacy thong on purpose, catching a glimpse of her image in a mirror...her face flushed and her body taut. Derek swept her up, and cradled her in his arms as he padded across the carpet to a four-poster bed, setting her down on a plush white duvet that enveloped her like a cocoon. He stood at the end of the bed, drinking in every inch of her with his smoldering gaze.

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At one time, she might have been shy, but the amber flecks in his eyes drew her to him. A fire ignited, mysterious and exciting. Derek slid his hand along the curve of her leg. His heartbeat thrummed beneath her foot resting against his chest. He then followed a vine of moonflowers through the story of her life etched in ink. How befitting for this man who captured her heart to visit this path. He persuaded her legs to part with a nudge, and with his face a mere whisper away, blew on her damp panties. Goose bumps came to her flesh, coupled with an overwhelming surge of desire that rocked her hips. “You do know you’re driving me crazy?” Tamara spoke in a breathy whisper. His dark eyes danced with mischief. “I know.” Tamara attempted to prop herself up on her elbows, only to have him shake his head and set her back on the bed. “This is my time, princess. I don’t want to miss an inch of you.” Her body shuddered. “I don’t know how much more I can take.” She dropped her head. A sigh, cut short as he moved her damp panties to the side and blew on her sopping wet pussy. A chuckle deep in his throat ignited a euphoric yearning to have him. “Please Derek, don’t make me wait. I want to feel you inside of me...now.” A shiver ran the entire length of his body, thwarting any attempt to mask his arousal. He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments, as if trying to summon self-restraint he’d need to continue. He shivered as she dragged her foot up his inner thigh. Their chests rose and fell in perfect sync. He slid the thong over the curve of her ass, where she took over and slid it down the length of her legs. Once again, he stood at the end of her bed. Brazenly, she looked up and down his firm body; the sheen of perspiration further accentuated the muscles in his legs. Her gaze settled on his pulsating cock. So hard, the veins visible against skin stretched so tight it might burst. It wasn’t that long, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in thickness. She could almost feel him filling every inch she had to offer him. Seeing him like this released a hunger within her unlike anything she’d ever experienced. 18

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Tamara reached out for him. “Come to me. Come fill me with that beautiful hard on.” She cast a devilish smile upon seeing his breath hitch, seconds before he straddled her body. His gaze followed two snakes slithering along the curve beneath her breasts to meet in the middle, long tongues intertwined in an erotic duel. His hands covered both her breasts; his lips met hers in a gentle kiss that grew in urgency. She gripped his hips, guiding him down until she felt the tip of his cock against her hardened clit. Her hips rose to meet him, only to have him pull in and out, moistening his thick, rock hard cock before sliding deep inside her and holding it there, pulsating. Her lips grazed his ear.... “Perfect.” A low growl came from him, holding his position, buried deep within her. He held steady in a futile attempt to calm down for fear of losing it too soon. “Do it, come inside of me. Fill me, baby. We have all night....” His body trembled as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. He kept eye contact as he buried his cock so deep his balls slid across her slick folds. The sound of him sliding in and out heightened her arousal, and she felt him swell within her, seconds away from letting go. Tamara’s hands flew to her own hardened nipples, rolling them between her fingers, and just as she felt his warmth fill her, she squeezed them hard, releasing her own orgasm to mix with his.

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Chapter Five Tamara winced as she opened her eyes a sliver, only to be assaulted by the bright morning sun peeking through a slit in the shades. Derek’s heavy arm drew her close to his warmth. Slowly, her memory accounted for the sensitivity of her body—the burning desire, still glowing embers. All inhibitions had been shed between them and their lovemaking. Yes, lovemaking, it was so much more than sex...the meeting of two hearts longing to be loved again. She couldn’t help but wonder...what happens now? Does he say good-bye with the promise to see me soon, knowing full well he has no intention of doing so? Is it my insecurities talking, or was his experience just as mind-blowing as mine? She disengaged herself from him to lie on her back, and he rolled over, offering the vantage point to check out his back piece without being seen. Tamara had seen several versions of the phoenix tattoo, but none as impressive as his. There were many stories of how the phoenix rising from the ashes, came to be. Her own tattoo artist, Lobo, told her of the phoenix being a supernatural creature that lived for a thousand years. Once its time came to an end, it built its own funeral pyre, and threw itself into the flames. One life ends, and a new one begins with the belief the phoenix laid an egg in the burning coals, which hatched into a new phoenix, rising up from the ashes, repeating the life cycle. This tattoo often represented rebirth, symbolizing something difficult the wearer had gone through and survived. What hardship did this beautiful man endure to warrant such a permanent reminder? The scent of sex hung in the air; the shower called out to her. She watched his face for any sign of waking as she inched away, but his long, dark lashes remained motionless. Her toes squished into the plush carpet as she made her way to the bathroom, where she found fresh towels and two hotel bathrobes. Tamara reached in to turn

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on the taps and noted shampoo and liquid soap on a shelf. Once the water ran warm and inviting, she stepped in under a heavenly spray coming from a massive showerhead. She closed her eyes and reveled in the warmth raining down on her. After washing her hair, twice for good measure, she stepped out into the steamy bathroom. A mist completely obscured the mirror, and she dried off and slipped into the soft bathrobe. Tamara wrapped her hair in a towel and opened the door to a rush of cool air. Derek now lay on his back, his eyes still closed, his breathing steady. A mouthwatering aroma lured her into the sitting room where a pot of coffee on a sideboard gurgled a good morning to her. She furrowed her brow and scanned the room for any sign of someone else being there. Maybe the servers from last night set the timer? She shrugged and filled a mug with the rich nectar, opting to drink it black. Tamara opened the doors to the balcony and stood outside. The sun shone bright with the promise of another beautiful day. From this vantage point, she literally picked out the roof of her house. Her gaze settled on the Ferris wheel, already in motion at this early hour. The memory of the ride they’d taken the night before brought a smile to her lips. “I hope I have something to do with that smile.” Tamara jumped, her coffee sloshing up the sides of her cup. “You have a bad habit of sneaking up on me.” She tittered, noting he also wore the hotel robe, his hair tousled from the shower. Derek stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Good morning. I trust you slept well.” “I did, and you?” “Like a baby.” Tamara left to refill her cup and pour Derek a coffee. They’d agreed to sit out on the balcony and order breakfast. Judging by the closeness they still shared, last night had meant more to him than just sex. At least she hoped so. They sat in amiable silence as they drank their coffee, enjoying the view. A knock at the door brought a different server from the night before. He wheeled a

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cart to the balcony door and proceeded to fill the table with bagels, cream cheese, fresh strawberries, and orange juice before taking his leave. She sighed contentedly. “This feels like a dream.” “What does?” He asked as he dug into the selection of food. “Last night, now...you and me. All of it.” Her heart beat loud in her ears, awaiting his response. “It was no dream, chérie . Do you have any regrets?” He set down his bagel and concern lined his brow. “No, of course not. In fact, I don’t want it to end.” Derek stood and held out his hand, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. He held her out to look into her eyes. “Why does it have to come to an end? Why can’t there be many more nights like last night? You do want to see me again, no?” “Of course I do.” She shook her head. “I guess I’m feeling a little lost, not knowing what is going to happen next.” “Well, I have a flight booked for this afternoon. As I said last night, my work takes me out of the country quite often. You do understand, don’t you?” Tamara lowered her lashes. “Yes, I do.” He put a finger under her chin to raise her head. “Come with me.” She searched his face for a clue to what he meant. “Come with you where?” “China.” Her heartbeat raced. “You want me to go to China with you? I do have a business, remember?” “Of course I do. You are your own boss, right? When is the last time you went on a holiday?” Can I do this? “How much time are you talking about?” He shrugged. “At least a week.” He released her hair from the towel and smoothed it back from her face. “Say yes...I promise you will have no regrets.” Her breath hitched as he pushed her robe off her shoulder and pressed his warm lips against her skin. “Say yes....” Derek kissed her neck, her jaw line, the tip of her nose before covering her mouth. His lips left hers but remained a whisper away. “Say yes....” 22

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His hand slipped through the front of her robe and fondled her breast. His thumbs brought her nipples to life. “Say yes...” His head dipped to capture her nipple, suckling and kissing. “Say yes...” The warmth from his breath sent tiny electric impulses to the most sensitive parts of her body. She shuddered in response and tossed her head back as he reclaimed her breasts. “Yes....” His head came up and he met her gaze. “Yes....” She smiled and cupped his face in her hands. “Yes, to you...yes, to it all.” In a split second he swept her off her feet and carried her back to bed. “Don’t we have a flight to catch?” she asked breathlessly. “No worries.” He stood before her and lost the bathrobe. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze settled on his rock hard erection. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Relax...there will always be enough time, for us.”

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~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

Elle Laudan is the alter-ego of multi-published author, Adelle Laudan. Elle lives in Southern Ontario, with two of her four children still under her wing. Elle is known to write with a level of emotion that sometimes even surprises her. She invites you to ride the many twists and turns of being a published author. Be sure to fasten your seatbelt, it proves to be a ride you won’t soon forget.

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