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Teaching Elena by Maggie Casper

Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books www.liquidsilverbooks.com

Copyright ©2004 Maggie Casper First Published by Liquid Silver Books, Imprint of Atlantic Bridge, August, 2004 NOTICE: This ebook is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution to any person via email, floppy disk, network, print out, or any other means is a violation of International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe fines and/or imprisonment. This notice overrides the Adobe Reader permissions which are erroneous. This book cannot be legally lent or given to others. This ebook is displayed using 100% recycled electrons.

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Published by Liquid Silver Books, Imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana. Copyright 2004, Maggie Casper. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the authors.

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

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Dedication To my mom for being my biggest fan and for believing in me, you're the best. To my very first CP, Bren. Thanks for all the help. I'd like to dedicate this book to my best friend, my mother-in-law, Deborah. Your smile and laughter will always remain in my heart. Thank you for being you and for loving me. You are greatly missed.

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Chapter One Excitement poured through Luke as he studied the very shapely, denim-clad backside swaying in front of him. Elena Richardson was bent over an open box, humming softly to a tune playing on the radio. His hands itched to reach out and slide over the rounded globes, which he hoped would bring her eyes up. Eyes he was sure could tell a story of their own. He could think of so many uses for a woman with such vivacious curves. His mouth watered at the thought, causing the majority of his life's blood to pool in his groin. His eyes were trained on the band of flesh showing just above her low-slung jeans, revealing the top of what appeared to be thong panties. Evidently her panties did not have to follow the same rules that the tight fitting jeans hugging her hips did. The wisp of pink triangle at her lower back was proof of that. The lack of panty lines and the little bit of pink silk nestled in the crevice of her bottom almost made him groan. There was just something about a woman in sexy, almost-not-there-panties that brought everything in a man to life. A bit belated he realized he had an audience. An arched brow and a wicked gleam, in what could only be described as mystical gold cat eyes, told him he had been caught. ****

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She tried to ignore it, but the feeling of being watched, no hunted, was overwhelming. The hair-raising feeling had plagued her for the past few minutes. She couldn't shake it off. Just on the off chance someone had come into the store without her realizing it, she peeked over her shoulder. The air whooshed out of her lungs at the sight behind her. The tall, extremely well-built man, who looked to be in his early to mid thirties, was looking at her as if she were Little Red Riding Hood and he was the Big Bad Wolf, ready to gobble her up. With his legs braced wide and his ham-like fists clenched tight, he was intimidating and oh, so sexy. Her heart felt as though it would pound its way right out of her chest; it took what seemed like forever to catch a breath. Just the thought of this exceptionally large man doing to her what she so wanted to experience, made her core quiver and puddle. Thinking this was the man she was supposed to interview for the bogus position of stock boy at her lingerie store, Leather and Lace, and not wanting to take the chance of such a fine specimen getting away, she quickly stood and turned toward him. "Good, you made it," she said sounding a little breathy. "We can worry about the paperwork later, why don't I get you started?" Laney watched as the beast of a man took notice of the room around him. Rows, racks and bins of lingerie covered every possible surface while still allowing customers the room to move around comfortably. She couldn't imagine that such a masculine man had ever been in a room with so much lace. 6


He didn't look relaxed. He also didn't seem like the type to hang out in women's clothing stores. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. The muscled cords running along his neck rippled with the action making her want to touch her lips to the spot. She watched as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Was he nervous? "Paperwork?" he asked quizzically. "Yeah, you know. Name, Social Security, the type of stuff I need to get you on the books." She waved a hand in the air as if to dismiss something trivial, "But for now we'll just get you started." Watching his face sent a wave of apprehension zinging through her. He seemed confused. Like he had no idea what she was talking about. He was here for the job, wasn't he? Reaching the storeroom, Laney turned toward him. Would he agree to her plan? The thought brought a dimpled smile to her face. He made no effort to hide the ferocity of the lust his face revealed. A look, she was sure, he knew had the tendency to make women weak at the knees. She cleared her throat, hoping to find her voice and break the spell his deep brown eyes held over her. "Um ... Mr..." "Thomas. Luke Thomas, and you are?" he asked in a husky voice. "Oh! Sorry," she replied as she stuck out her hand. "It's Elena Richardson, Laney." The feel of his very large, very strong hand as it engulfed her much smaller, much softer one sent a shiver up her spine. The abrasive pad of his thumb made sensual 7


movements over her knuckles for just a moment before he released her. Such a simple, tantalizing gesture was all it took to embed her decision in stone. This was the man who would teach her what she had been missing, if she had to tie him to the bed to get it accomplished. The thought of him tied to her canopy bed almost made her giggle. It also brought along with it heat. Pure, raw heat, the type she hoped would feed the flames of the desire he did nothing to hide. "Mr. Thomas, there was one thing I wanted to speak to you about before you get started," she said, trying to sound as professional as possible under the circumstances. "Luke, please. And may I call you Laney?" he asked trying to stay within the boundaries of polite conversation, when all he really wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder, carry her off and ravage her until she begged for mercy. Laney gave him an affirmative nod then forced herself to continue. "Besides helping as a stock boy and with errands, I would like to speak to you about some help of a more ... personal nature." Luke's brows shot up, almost loosing themselves behind the curly mop of brown hair that fell onto his forehead. He said nothing in return. For what seemed to be hours, but were actually only minutes, they stood staring in silence. Laney's conscience nagged at her. Would following through with her plan alienate her from her overbearing brother, the brother who raised her after their mother died? She shook her head trying not to think about it. There was no reason he would ever have to know. And if, for some reason, he did find out she was right 8


smack dab in the middle of a torrid affair, then John Richardson would just have to deal with it. For years he had treated her like a child, a princess to be placed on a pedestal. It drove her nuts. The only time he treated her like a normal person was during their monthly softball game. It was time he learned she wasn't made of glass. She was a grown woman capable of making her own decisions. It was a good thing she loved the big oaf so much, she thought to herself, because she no longer wanted to have the stigma of being a virgin held over her head. She couldn't even count the times she'd been dumped after a would-be lover found out she was not only inexperienced, but an honest to goodness virgin. One of the idiots even had the nerve to tell her that a man would have to be a fool to tangle with a virgin. He had laughed and stated he hadn't realized they made virgins as old as her. It had been a low blow landing directly on its mark. About that time she made a decision to shed her virginity with a no-strings-attached affair with an older, more experienced man. Being like a little sister to half the men in town, and like a daughter to the other half made her quest hard. She couldn't very well put a personal ad in the paper stating she was looking for a sex coach, so the next best bet was to look for a stock boy. The ad brought in many prospective employees, but none had been what she was looking for. The majority had been young men looking for part-time work while they weren't in school. Since younger men weren't 9


her idea of experienced, she had thanked them all and sent them on their way. Until today, that is. The minute Luke Thomas walked into her place of business she felt her luck change, and in a big way. The look on his face prodded her on. She watched as his gaze raked her body, caressing her with his eyes, causing her breath to quicken. The increased rise and fall of her breasts, as she fought to slow her breathing, made her cheeks heat. She could feel the blush rise on her face and neck. She could feel the warmth spread down her neck to the top of her breasts. Unlike some, she tended to blush an attractive dusty rose instead of blotchy red. At least she had one thing to be thankful for. She could tell Luke liked what he saw. Just knowing he found her attractive boosted her confidence. "Um, well yes. Where was I?" She knew she was stammering but couldn't seem to stop herself. Taking a deep breath, she told herself it was now or never, then jumped from the pan straight into, what was sure to be, the hottest fire ever. "I have this problem and would like you to solve it." "Oh? And what would be your problem?" She raised her eyes to his, holding his gaze. Her darker side took over and the need to see his expression clearly as she told him of her plan made her mouth turn up at the corner. "My virginity," she announced, as if it were nothing. **** 10


For a moment he wasn't sure he heard her right. The petite, full figured woman in front of him had just come right out and told him she was a virgin. What the hell was he supposed to do now? His brain was trying to rummage through the new information but wasn't having much luck. He figured the one thing he could do, would be to pick his jaw up off of the floor. He watched and enjoyed the way she kept shifting her feet, causing her breasts to sway and bob. At first he had wondered if they were enhanced at all, but now he was sure they were the genuine thing. He absently wondered what type of bra she had on. It didn't really matter. He was sure she would be spectacular in anything, or nothing. Sweat broke out on his brow. He couldn't help but to think how lucky the pink silk covering her intriguing body was. "Okay," he said a bit hesitantly, wondering if Laney was, possibly, a few sandwiches short of a picnic. "What type of help are we talking about here?" She gave him a look with enough heat to wilt even the strongest of men, but for some reason it just made him stand taller. "Help in getting rid of the problem, of course." Books? Social Security? Too nervous to stay still for more than a nanosecond? Then it hit him; she thought he was a new employee she evidently planned to hire. He should set her straight, but the rhythm of her hips as she walked in front of him quickly changed his mind. Working for the small woman with such nice assets wouldn't be a hardship at all. 11


He couldn't believe his ears. First she mistakes him for a stock boy, then she propositions him. Amazing, simply amazing, but there had to be a catch. "Why me? Why not your boyfriend?" he asked, as if it was simple. "Because there is no boyfriend. It seems in a town this small, a town where everyone knows everyone, and then they all know John or know someone who knows my brother, there is no one willing to touch the little virgin with a ten foot pole," she huffed a breath and continued, "I aim to change things and I think you're just the man for the job. No strings attached, of course. Just teach me all I need to know and then you can be on your way. It's simple, if you think about it." Man oh man, was all he could think. What in the world was the little spitfire thinking, and how in the hell did she think there was anything simple about it? "What makes you think no one will say anything to your big brother about me?" "No one will. My apartment is upstairs, and you'll be working here, so there shouldn't be too much gossip. Besides you're bigger than John is, not many around here are." The little minx had it all planned out. His gut reaction was to run for it, far and fast. But the more he thought about it, the better it all sounded. After all, if it wasn't him, she would find someone else. Why should he give up a good time with a woman eager to learn? He couldn't think of a single reason. Of course, he'd stopped thinking with his brain the minute his eyes landed on her. Her body bent over those boxes had 12


pushed a much lower portion of his anatomy into doing his thinking for him. "You're on." he said. "Tell me a little of what you have in mind." he commanded softly. He couldn't seem to help himself. He needed to know what she was thinking. He watched her gaze flitter around the room before once again landing on him. "I'm not completely inexperienced," she said. "I've had boyfriends. I've just never gone all the way." She clamped her bottom lip tightly between her teeth for a moment before continuing. "I thought maybe, after you teach me the basics we could um ... we could try out some of my fantasies." The darned woman caught him off guard once again. He took a deep, shuddering breath then expelled it in a long sigh as he raked his fingers through his hair. "Fantasies?" "Yeah, I, um ... read a lot of romance and well, some of the stuff in the books I read looks really interesting. Is that okay? Would you be willing to give it a try?" she asked a bit sheepishly. At the moment he would be willing to do whatever the woman asked of him. To feel her naked body writhing beneath his, to taste every ounce of her creamy white flesh, just the thought of it all made the cut of his jeans way too tight. His arousal pressed itself against the buttons of his fly, begging for attention. The woman was going to kill him with words, he thought. Then he would never have the chance to see if her actions proved to be just as stimulating. They spent the rest of the day in companionable silence working side by side. Luke had a hard time keeping his hands 13


off of her. Many times throughout the day, while sorting and inventorying boxes of lingerie, he envisioned taking her in the same position he had found her that very morning, bent over, from behind. He cursed silently, willing his out-of-control ardor to calm down before he did something drastic. He could tell from their conversation that she was as nervous as all get out. Since he would never dream of forcing her into anything she wasn't in complete agreement with, he decided to let her do most of the talking. Maybe talking through some of what was on her mind would help ease any discomfort she felt about propositioning him. Besides, he knew if he pushed too soon she might change her mind and that wouldn't be good, not at all. He would give her the day to get used to the idea of their arrangement, then he would come back tomorrow. Of course by then she would know he wasn't the man she thought he was. He wouldn't think of that now. He would deal with it tomorrow. **** Laney watched as her new employee and tutor looked through a box of demi-cup bras. He was so large it was sort of funny to see him hanging the recently acquired inventory. Not only did he not seem to mind, but neither did her customers. As a matter of fact, she was sure business had increased since the first customer arrived that morning. It wasn't long before a steady string of the town's female population began to trickle through. 14


And although she always had fresh coffee and rolls of some type, they seemed to stay even longer than normal. Not only did they look at the lingerie she offered, but they also took turns sitting in the conversational area staring at Luke, whispering behind their hands. It amazed her that Luke was oblivious. More than once she glanced at him from beneath her lowered lashes, trying to gage his reaction to the other women. He never seemed to be looking at any of them, only her. To her chagrin, she'd been caught many times throughout the day studying him. It was like killing two birds with one stone. Not only did his presence increase business, but eventually, it would also increase her pleasure. Warmth began uncoiling deep within her at the thought of being held in his strong arms. She thought back over her twenty-four years trying to remember if she'd ever seen a man so big? There was no one she could remember. Over the past few hours she had taken notice of his curly brown hair and his large booted feet, as well as everything in between, and could never remember seeing another like him. His biceps bulged beneath his tight white t-shirt. There wasn't an inch of extra flesh anywhere on his body that she could see. Of course, she would check into it further. His jeans rode low on his lean hips, hugging him in all the right places. His Red Wing boots were scuffed but clean, and larger than any she had seen before. She could probably fit both of her feet into one of them. 15


That thought brought her up short when she remembered the jokes passed around in female circles having to do with the size of a man's feet in correlation with the size of his more exciting parts. If it was true, she could be in trouble. Gulping in air, she tried to slow her breathing. There was only one way to find out and she intended to do just that. Laney Richardson was not a quitter. Never was and never would be. The length of Laney's honey brown hair hung over her shoulder shielding her face from Luke's insistent gaze. Soon she would know what it was like to feel a pleasure, so profound, you thought you might die. She watched him, sizing him up. Even though she was nervous, and a bit worried, there was no way she would back out now. For her own sake, she was going to carry through with her part of the deal. She hoped he would take her tonight and yet, at the same time, she felt she might need one more night to pull herself together. Maybe he would kiss her. Not just a kiss, but the type a hungry man used to initiate passion in a woman. It would be glorious. Just the thought of his firm, masculine lips pressed to hers, tongues dueling in the type of kiss she had only ever read about, sent her pulse skyrocketing. His commanding presence was intimidating. Would he be gentle? Did she want him to be? As a virgin, with very little hands-on experience, she felt like an empty page just waiting to be filled. She had nothing to compare her up and coming experience to, no preconceived notions as to what should 16


happen. The only thing she was sure of was that she didn't want things to be boring or mechanical. Excitement with no inhibitions was what she wanted. To be able to let go and give Luke's luscious body free reign over hers. Laney was sure the only reason Luke had agreed to her plan was because it would be a no strings attached affair. She figured a man as devastatingly rugged and handsome as Luke was, must have had a bad experience concerning women since he wasn't off somewhere married to the perfect woman and playing ball with his two point five children. Unless he considered himself a confirmed bachelor. She wondered to herself if she should ask him the questions that were rolling around in her head? She watched him watch her. It was all so exhilarating. Much more exciting than anything she had ever experienced. Of course, it wouldn't last long. Soon she would be experiencing a whole new aspect of being a woman—one she would never forget. There was something about the heated looks Luke kept sending her way that promised they would all be good memories. Laney wondered to herself when Luke would make a move? Was he waiting for her to take the first step? There was so much she didn't know. It scared her. She crossed the room, turning out the lights as she went. Just as she reached the door, key in hand, she felt a warm puff of breath along her neck. Goose bumps skittered over her body. Her movements stilled. She was afraid to turn around. What should she do? She wasn't left any time to think further on the subject before 17


large hands settled on her waist, caressing the skin left exposed where her shirt didn't quite meet her jeans. The feeling of his calloused palms running roughly over her skin was like magic. So much so, that she wanted to turn and lean into the man standing behind her. **** Luke felt the tension in her glorious body as he held her. When she tried to turn, he refused her. The need to nestle her backside against his hard length nagged him all day and since he couldn't bury himself deep inside her moist warmth just yet, he figured this was the next best thing. He nibbled her earlobe and placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. Her trembling was almost his undoing. Luke couldn't seem to think straight. He wanted the little gal he held in his arms. She tasted like heaven, just the way he thought she would. Soon he would find out if the rest of her would feel as warm and giving against his mouth, on his tongue, in his hands. As he worked his way up her ribs to brush the underside of her breasts she panted out a little animal groan. His arms tightened, pulling her hard up against him. He wasn't sure if it was sheer pleasure or torture he felt. Whatever it was, he could no longer handle it. He had to kiss her. To feel her honey sweet lips pressed tightly to his. Without giving her a choice in the matter, he spun her around and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was hot. As a man with a voracious sexual appetite, he had kissed his share of women. There was just 18


something about this particular one that made him react differently, in a much more intense manner. She muddled his thinking allowing him only to feel. Luke broke the kiss. Pulling Laney close, he pressing her head to his chest. They needed time to cool off. He couldn't take her to bed tonight, but tomorrow there would be no leaving. "Time for me to go sweetie," he murmured. His breath ruffled her hair causing her sweet scent to waft delicately through the air, making it even harder for him to leave. "Go?" she asked as if she couldn't understand the word. Her reluctance to release him brought forth a chuckle. He reached to where her hands were clasped behind his neck causing her fingers to loosen. When her hands were free he held them gently in his. Watching as her eyes darkened with her growing arousal, he leisurely nibbled and kissed her knuckles, making him swell against the un-giving fabric of his jeans. Groaning low in his throat he said, "I'll see you tomorrow. No, don't argue," he told her when he saw the gleam in her eyes. "I'm not prepared for your first lesson tonight. Tomorrow will be soon enough," he promised as he slipped through the door and into the darkness.

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Chapter Two Laney was just about to lock the door when there was a frantic knock at it, causing her to drop the key. Just as she stood, the door opened hitting her on the top of her head. Eyes swimming, she groped for something to help her regain her balance. Strong hands closed around her upper arm saving her from falling. For a moment she thought Luke had returned and her heart skipped a beat. However, the voice asking her if she was all right wasn't the same husky, low-pitched voice as Luke's. Once she regained her composure, Laney just stared at the man not knowing what to think. "Can I help you?" she asked. "Yes. Yes, you can. I'm looking for—," he said as he fumbled with a crinkled piece of paper "A Ms. Richardson. Is she still here?" he asked with a hopeful expression. "That would be me," she said, giving him a questioning glance. "What can I do for you?" "I'm sorry I'm late, but my car broke down leaving me stranded for most of the day. By the time someone finally came along and I found my way here I was sure you would be closed," he stated, almost panting from his obviously strenuous day. "Late? I'm not sure I'm following you." His shoulders slumped and he seemed almost defeated when he answered. "I had an interview with you scheduled for today. Please tell me you didn't already fill the position?" 20


Her head reeled. If what this man was saying was true, then who had spent all day working with her? Lord, she propositioned the man and shared a long, wet and wonderful kiss with him. Letting loose with her passion was something she felt the need to do. Making the decision to hire for the sole purpose of taking the man to bed had been very personal. One she'd given a lot of thought to. It was something she tried to look upon the same as she would a business proposal. At least that had been her plan. Until she had met Luke. Something about him drew her, like a dog to a bone. He was so much man. The type she had never truly been given the chance to meet, not counting her brother. His kiss had sent her to heaven, only to bring her slowly back to Earth with nothing more than the sound of her heart beating in her ears. It was funny the way things happened. Never before had she felt so immobilized by her own out of control feelings. Now though, she fought with the realization it had all been a lie. She was so angry she couldn't think straight. A long, supposedly calming, breath filled her lungs. For just a moment she closed her eyes letting her head loll back on her shoulders. When she finally opened her eyes, she still had trouble seeing through the red haze blurring her vision. Being pissed off beyond belief was not an emotion Laney enjoyed. What made her anger even more difficult to deal with was that she had no idea which was worse, the fact she had been lied to or that it really made no difference. She still wanted Luke just as much now as she did before. 21


Gathering all the information needed from the latecomer, she gave him instructions to show up early tomorrow so she could show him everything necessary before the store opened. Then she made her way up to her apartment, full of questions, and emotionally drained. The man she'd just hired had stated he was down on his luck, and although he was a bit unsure about working in a women's store, he seemed willing. He complained he had had no luck in finding another job due to his lack of references, being new in town. Under normal circumstances Laney wouldn't have hired him, but he seemed sincere enough and since she only offered him a trial period, she could fire him if there were any problems. Her new employee was the least of her worries, what was she going to do about Luke? Could she follow through with the agreement not knowing him at all? She knew the answer before the question even fully registered. Of course she could, there was just something about him that would not allow her to walk away. At the same time, there was no way she was going to let him get away with the charade without a good talking to. **** Luke spent a restless night tossing and turning. It seemed that since their parting kiss, he'd been in a semi state of arousal. He couldn't get the thought of her out of his head. He would go mad if she decided to call it quits at this point. He could only hope that whoever it was she had been waiting for never showed up. Of course, that could cause problems in 22


itself. Trying to explain why he was working for the woman who rents his building could prove tricky. The thought made him laugh. Hell, he had enough money he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. That freedom was one of the reasons he worked so long and hard when he was younger. Just the memory of their quiet conversations throughout the day brought his lower body rigidly to life. His head had pounded from the blood rushing through his veins when she had explained, in detail, some of her sexual fantasies. His pulse leapt. His heart had beat so loudly he was sure she would have heard it. In her own shy way she'd exerted her power by taking control of the situation. By talking with him about things she thought she might enjoy in bed, she ensured he understood her need to be an active sexual partner. There was nothing better than a warm and willing woman who was open and honest. He was sure there weren't many of them left. Having a lover who was not afraid to let him know exactly what she wanted would make their time together much more fun. Lack of inhibitions made a good romp all the more exciting. Nothing like a hot and wild woman to get the juices flowing. Letting loose another groan, he turned over. Punching his pillow into a more comfortable position did nothing to appease his hunger for Laney. After a few more hours and several self-made lectures on patience, he finally drifted off to sleep. Of course, it was anything but peaceful. Erotic would more aptly describe the visions that had floated around his subconscious during the 23


darkest hours of night. He awoke several times, his body shaking with need. The rigid length of his manhood, as well as the thin sheen of perspiration covering his body, seemed to flaunt the fact he was alone in bed. If he was a smart man he would have called one of the many women whose numbers could be found in his little black book. The reason he didn't was new to him. Not normally the type to do without, Luke felt as though no other woman would be good enough right now. He needed to experience the warmth of the brave little virgin. The only woman who had been able to provoke him in a long time. That thought alone brought a scowl to his face. Shrugging all complicated thoughts away, and only concentrating on the fun and exciting parts of his up and coming arrangement, quickly erased the scowl and replaced it with a wicked curve of his lips.

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Chapter Three The following morning Laney woke up bright and early, not that she had done much sleeping. As a matter of fact, that had been almost impossible to accomplish with her body burning in a way it never had before. She often wondered what she was missing. If these feelings were any indication of what could possibly lie ahead, she was definitely intrigued. Once she gave Luke a piece of her mind, depending on his reaction, she was still one hundred percent willing to go through with her deflowering. Giggling at her old fashioned analogy, she started her morning routine. The hot water pulsing from the showerhead brought heat to her young body that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. This new heat did nothing to erase the sultry kiss she shared with Luke last night. What she was feeling now was part of the reason she would be able to forgive him a lie. The need to be in his arms, feeling his lips pressed sensually to hers, took her breath away. It had a force all its own, making her weak. Leaving her no choice in the matter. There had to be a good reason for his lie. Eventually she would find out what it was, but for now she would trust her instincts. The same instincts that were telling her Luke was the right man to share her body with for the first time. She didn't understand it, but she wouldn't fight it. 25


Dressing carefully in a bright yellow sundress, she made sure she would look spectacular when Luke came back. The scoop neck of the dress plunged low enough to show a bit of cleavage. The white satin, push-up bra she wore brought that same cleavage even higher than usual, causing her to all but spill over the top. The matching thong and lace top thigh highs were hooked to the sexiest of white lacy garters and finished her lingerie ensemble. A pair of strapped, low-heeled sandals, as well as a hint of make-up completed her look. Her honey brown hair was given one last brush and a dab of perfume added to a few strategic spots. Spots she was sure would heat up causing the subtle scent to engulf those around her. The airy scent made her feel ultra-feminine. Light and floral, it reminded her of a spring morning just after a good rain. Fresh and clean without being overwhelming. Excitement, and a bit of trepidation, warred inside of her. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, she held tight to the railing and descended the stairs that would take her to the store. Just as she took the last step a knock sounded at the locked front door. Her heart fluttered. Could it be Luke this early? She schooled her thoughts and forced a bland expression on her face. The fact that she wanted nothing more than to see the devilment in his deep brown eyes or feel his earthy magnetism bothered her. She was angry with him. He had lied to her, maybe not outright, but for sure, by omission. To her, a lie was a lie and when it involved her personal life it 26


made her feel vulnerable. A feeling she wasn't used to and didn't like, not even a little. Laney unlocked the door and slowly swung it open. On the other side was a man she normally would have thought as extremely handsome. It seemed though, that since meeting Luke everyone else seemed colorless in comparison. The sight of Luke was like looking through rose-colored glasses or seeing a movie for the first time in Technicolor. She let a small sigh slip past her soft lips. A sigh of what? Relief? Disappointment? She wasn't sure, but whatever it was she went with it. Luke not being on the other side of the door allowed her more time to think. To plan. She needed a way to confront him without alienating him. The rest of the morning was spent showing Grant, her new employee, the ropes. The new employee she would have invited to do things to her body had Luke not showed up. It surprised her that having Grant close by didn't spark her desire in any way. He was friendly enough, as well as easy to talk to. She just couldn't picture him sinking himself between her aching thighs the way she envisioned Luke doing. It must be because Luke had caused her to ache in the first place. Given time, she would probably develop sisterly feelings toward Grant, but that was all she could ever offer. He lifted and carried the larger boxes for her, cleaned the storeroom and even dusted the shelves. He also never once made a pass at her, which helped her relax in his company. He could carry on a great conversation and had a wicked sense of humor, something she loved. They hit it off right 27


away and like yesterday, with Luke, Grant kept the women coming. The only problem was that Luke still hadn't shown up, leaving her feeling restless and alone. Could it be possible to miss someone you had just met? Must be, because that was exactly how she felt. By the time Luke finally graced her with his presence she was so mad she could spit nails. She watched, eyes lowered to slits as he sauntered his way across the room. The audacity of the lying beast made her forget her plan of action. The plan to get her words across without running him off. Right now, all she could think about was taking a piece of hide off his backside. **** Uh-oh, he thought, as he moved closer to her, taking notice of those glittering cat eyes. Her gaze was disturbingly intense and he knew he was busted. Damn! He swore to himself along with a few other choice words. She couldn't call it off, not now. After a long, sleepless night he had finally managed a few winks this morning. Then, when he had gotten up and dressed, it had taken every ounce of his willpower to stay away until closer to closing time. Hell, if he'd shown up this morning, the way his body begged him to, he would have stripped her naked and taken her right on the counter. Oh man! Why did these thoughts keep tumbling through his mind? It wasn't as if he was a teenager, green in the ways 28


of making love and unable to control himself. That sure was the way she made him feel, though. "What are you doing here, Luke?" she asked, then continued in her holier-than-thou voice. "If Luke is even your name." Instantly on the defensive, he took a step forward before he remembered where he was. "That's my name all right, and you know why I'm here. Or don't you remember?" Her face flushed a beautiful pink, just the way he pictured it would do while he pleasured her. He watched as she fought the wave of embarrassment. Her anger was obvious, making him a bit wary. There would be more questions. He could see them forming in her wide eyes. Questions he was not ready to respond to because those answers would change everything. There was something about meeting a millionaire that changed people. Luke didn't want one thing to change about Laney, except for her virgin status. He wanted to be the one to change that. Laney's whispered, "Yeah, I remember." brought him out of thoughts better left for later. The look on her face made him want to gather her up close. He didn't want her to feel embarrassed. Eyes spitting fire as they stared back at him, that's what he wanted. He wanted her to be a bit reckless, just the way he felt. Ready and willing to try anything, at least once. The rest of the world slipped away and, for the time being, it was just the two of them. He stared at her. Deep, dark eyes he'd once been told were the color of rich coffee gazed into her sparkling, gold-flecked orbs. They mesmerized him. 29


Luke growled deep in his throat and advanced. For each step he took, Laney took one in retreat until she bumped into the door at her back. She looked as if she were preparing for an onslaught of the unknown. Her wide-eyed stare made his hands shake. He wanted so bad to lift her into his arms, wrap her legs around his waist and lose himself. Not now, Luke! Give her some time. There were still a few minutes until closing time, then he would take her out to dinner. A few glasses of wine to help loosen her up, and relax him; after that they could commence with lesson number one. For now though, he would give them both something to look forward to. He pressed the length of his muscular body against hers, pinning her to the door at her back, which only made his aching need worse. Swooping down, his mouth covered hers as his hands grasped each side of her face. There was nothing sweet about it. Raw and hot would better describe the shared kiss. He was so damned excited he thought he might come without her tiny hands even touching him. The fact that they were in a location where they could be seen bothered Luke. He wanted Laney all to himself. Reaching for the doorknob, he efficiently pushed it open and hurriedly backed Laney into the dark storeroom. All thoughts fled as he closed the door with a snap. The pounding of his heart matched the throbbing ache behind the zipper of his jeans. 30


Gathering Laney closer caused his shaft to swell to near bursting. Even after a full day of work she smelled like sunshine and flowers. Luke allowed his lips to travel down the valley of her throat. Skin that tasted like heaven met every stroke of his tongue. When she swayed, Luke thrust a large, jean-clad thigh between hers. Pulling her body hard up against his brought him both pleasure and pain. She moaned, a sound he was growing very fond of. The whimper that escaped her as his tongue grazed her lips brought his hips surging forward. His rigid length pressed against her, he shuddered. When she didn't immediately open her moist lips, he did it for her. Moving his thumbs from where they rested on her jaw, he gently coaxed her open. The taste of her invaded his mouth, his tongue plundered. One of his hands found the curve of her bottom lifting her closer, causing her most sensitive place to rub deliciously against him. Flames shot through him as he felt her heat. The look in her eyes told of her arousal. He knew if he stripped her of her panties and parted her with his fingers she would be slick and wet. Ready for him. Her hips moved against him. Riding his leg, searching for release. He could feel the tension as it coiled in her luscious body. She was driving him crazy. Lord have mercy, he thought. Did the witch know? Could she even begin to imagine just how hard it was going to be for him to pull away? The only thing that made it seem possible was the fact that now he knew there would be no 31


backing out, for either one of them. When her movements became frantic in her search for release he wound his hand in her hair and tugged her head back. Gentling her, slowing the kiss while trying to get his libido in check was no easy task. A moan of protest escaped her lips when he broke the kiss. Glazed eyes stared questioningly at him. "Not yet, Laney," he whispered in her ear, holding her close. "When you reach the top I want to watch. I want you naked under me. I want to be inside you. Not here, not like this. At least not the first time." he clarified figuring once she was no longer a virgin he would take her whenever and wherever she allowed. **** Her breathing was now closer to normal. Her forehead rested against his chest, her fingers wound through the belt loops at his waist. She could not remember a time, with any other man, when she felt so free. Free to experience without feeling ashamed of her actions. That was probably one of the reasons why she was still a virgin at the age of twenty-four. Oh sure, she had experienced her share of what she thought at the time to be mind shattering climaxes. After all, she was a healthy, adult woman. And as a healthy, adult woman she had experimented with her body. Learning what felt good. She even owned a variety of adult toys. What she felt though, while Luke held her so close was completely different. It was amazing and she couldn't wait to take it to the next level, but for now, she had to finish the business day 32


and close the store. Then she would be free to do whatever Luke had in mind. With a smile on lips that felt swollen and tingly, she looked up. Taking one step back to test her shaky legs in the loose circle of his arms, she placed a hand along his cheek. "Thank you," she said. "I think I may have gotten a bit carried away." She looked around her, then to the door. "I need to close the store." "Okay," he answered without completely releasing her. "I'll just wait here until you're done. They we'll go to dinner." "Dinner?" she all but squeaked. She didn't want to eat dinner. She wanted to take him upstairs and do all the naughty things she dreamt about last night. "Yes, dinner. You need some time. A couple of glasses of wine, maybe some dancing," he answered giving her that roguish smile of his, "and I need to cool down. You've got me so damned hot I'm not sure if I could take things slow right now to save my life." She could tell by his tone there would be no changing his mind. If stomping her feet in a tizzy fit would have worked, she would have tried it. The only thing it might accomplish though would be to anger him. Of course, if she made him mad throwing a fit, maybe he would give her what any fit throwing heathen deserved, a spanking. Oh God! Where did that come from? She took a deep breath to slow the pounding of blood coursing through her veins. The thought of his huge hand on the delicate skin of her nude bottom brought her flesh to feverish heights. Lifting up on her toes, she kissed the hard angle of his jaw and walked out of the room on 33


shaky legs before she did something crazy, like lift her dress and beg him to make her last thought a reality. **** Dinner was a quiet affair. She wondered how in the world she was supposed to relax, when all the memories of last night's dreams, as well as what happened between them today, whirled through her mind. The fact that they were sitting at a cozy table for two eating over candlelight did nothing to help. If anything, it made her more aware. Aware that the man sensually rubbing the back of her knee with his foot had big plans for them tonight. She thought she might scream, she was wound up so tight. She would be happy to drag him out of the room, no matter who was watching or what they thought, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She picked up her glass and swallowed a generous portion of the wine it contained. The glass was gently removed from her hand and placed on the table. "I wanted you relaxed, Laney. Not drunk." Luke stated as he pulled her to her feet. "Are you ready? Now would be the time to let me know if you're not. Not after we're in your apartment." Laney knew what he said was true. Her hands and knees shook, but her decision remained firm. This was the man she wanted. The man she needed to hold her. To show her what making love was all about. She took his hand firmly in hers and led him to the door, giving him what could only be described as a come-and-get34


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Chapter Four He tried not to squash the tiny hand he held tight in his, but his body was reacting and there wasn't much he could do about it. It seemed the darned thing had a mind of its own these days. Luke let Laney lead him out of the restaurant. The smile on her face could only be categorized as mischievous, and he loved it. The thought of what was to come made his body hum with anticipation. Since the moment he had laid eyes on the brown-haired bombshell, his mind had been making love to her. In his head they had tried every position possible, and had even come up with a few of their own. Gulping a couple of deep breaths, Luke tried to calm himself. Of course the area south of his belt buckle wasn't being cooperative at all. That he could deal with. It was when he felt the armor around his heart crack that he began to worry. It seemed it was time for another one of his famous silent lectures. He needed to remember he was with Laney for the sheer pleasure of her body. No strings attached. Just the way he liked it. The only way he would have it. After his lying, cheating bitch of an ex-wife, he had no room in his life for a relationship based on anything more than good sex and a bit of conversation. After all, no one deserved to be alone. They reached the back door to the building he owned. The same building Laney was renting. Guilt ate at him. Telling her 36


he was the new owner of her building should have been easy, but it wasn't. He already felt a connection to her. No matter how hard he fought it, it was still there. He knew, sooner or later, the news of his recent purchase would be leaked to the press. It wasn't right, but he didn't want to deal with it right now. He would wait and cross that bridge when he got there. She gave a gentle tug to his hand, making him wish her small, delicately soft hands were tugging and squeezing on other parts of his body. Lord have mercy, the visions just wouldn't quit. He wanted her so bad he ached with it. The need to plunge deep inside her scared him. He had never felt so strong about possessing a woman, not even his ex-wife. Keeping things gentle and slow would be tough. No sense in scaring the little virgin before she got the chance to see what it was all about. Afterward, he could show her the way he really liked it. Hot, hard and a bit kinky. Shivers raced down his spine as he pictured Laney, her tousled brown hair spilling across his pillow. Arms stretched overhead, tied together with a soft silk scarf. She would make all of those delicious little animal sounds while arching into him, begging with her body as well as words. Damn! Get a grip, Luke, he warned himself. Take it slow and easy. Teach her to relax and enjoy, and then spring your lusty dark side on her. Taking the path of least resistance would eventually get him to his destination. Keeping his mind on the fact the destination was Laney's bed, and not her heart, was becoming increasingly difficult. 37


Arousing her with gentle hands, making love instead of having sex, would be a new experience. Since his divorce he had not allowed himself emotional involvement, only sex. No matter how much he fought his attraction to Laney, there was just no stopping it. Pushing all thoughts of relationships and their consequences aside, he gave his head a quick shake to bring himself out of dreamland and back into reality. A reality where he was better off as a single man with no attachments. Feeling more in control, he leaned forward to help Laney, who seemed to be having a bit of difficulty unlocking the door. Her hands shook so he covered them with his own. Burying his nose in her hair, he took a deep breath, taking in her very essence. She smelled soft, like a woman should. The fragrance she wore was sweet and innocent, as well as spicy. It reminded him of her. Passion, sex and innocence all combined into one. He let a deep breath out slowly. Inch by agonizing inch, his lungs expelled the air they held. The warm current ruffled her hair making it tickle his nose. He could almost feel those silky strands brushing his thighs as he imagined her taking him deep into her mouth. So much for remaining calm, he thought, as he pushed the door open and propelled her through it with a hand at her lower back. **** The feel of his warm body pressed so closely to the back of hers was overwhelming. When he leaned in and placed his chin over her shoulder, her knees almost buckled. The slow 38


release of warm air near her ear brought a longing so strong she thought she could float away on it. The feel of his rigid length pressed to her backside had flames leaping inside her. Heat pooled at the juncture of her thighs. She thought she would have spun out of control if it hadn't been for the hand placed at her back. The same hand was rubbing little circles at the base of her spine. Even the feel of his hand caressing through her dress was erotic. She wondered at how this man could send her up in flames with only a look or a casual touch when no other man had been able to come even close. Hands that once caressed moved to her shoulders turning her around. She was pulled from her thoughts by a kiss so sensuous it curled her toes. The tongue invading her mouth was warm and wet as it perused the moistness between her parted lips. He tasted of mint, cool and hot all at the same time. His nostrils flared as he took in a breath while he continued to kiss her. Pulling her body closer to his, he tipped his head and deepened the kiss. His hands were no longer gently moving over her body. Instead they were insistent in their wanderings. Moving over her, inspecting every inch possible through the barrier of her clothing. She stood there, in his grasp, helplessly fascinated with the feelings that were playing over every nerve ending. His persistent hands cupped her bottom, pulling her to her toes, bringing her closer to his need. She opened to him and when his muscled thigh moved between hers, she wrapped a leg 39


around one of his, trying to secure her position. To ensure the closeness. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she held on for all she was worth. Afraid if he let her go, she might fall to a heap at his feet. Afraid if she let him go, he might back away, stating he was sorry but he'd changed his mind. Either way, she was sure she would explode. That wasn't a risk she was willing to take. She groaned and opened her eyes when he lowered her to her feet. She was helpless to do anything. She couldn't seem to find her voice, much less her legs. His voice was warm and scraped her entire body as he softly commanded. "Take off your clothes, Laney." She blinked, finally coming out of her lust-induced stupor. "Wh ... What?" she gulped. He ran a hand over his face, trying to still the urge to rip the dress from her body as well as whatever she might have on under it. Instead he took a step back, propping his hip against the wall. "I said," he repeated in the same low, gravely voice, "Take your clothes off. Now sweetheart." **** If she didn't follow his instructions he wasn't sure what he would do. To touch her now would defeat the purpose of all those silent lectures. Because right now, he was ready to throw her to the floor and have his way with her come hell or high water. 40


The command in his voice was unmistakable. It made her nervous, thrilling her at the same time. This was a side of him she hadn't quite expected. She knew the type of man he was, but only had her dreams to go on when it came to matters of sex. When she still didn't comply, he took a step toward her. Her skin prickled as she lifted her chin and reached behind her to the zipper at the back of her dress. The cool air on her skin was exhilarating. The thought of him seeing her in the lingerie she picked out especially for this occasion was unexplainable. Like nothing else she'd ever experienced. Tonight would definitely be a night for firsts where Elena Richardson was concerned. Holy Cow, the man looked wild. His pupils dilated as he watched her dress slide to the floor. She could hardly see the normal coffee brown of his irises. His breathing became more ragged by the moment, proving to her he was not as in control as he pretended to be. Moving back to the wall, he once again rested his hip against it. His arms were crossed over his wide, solid chest causing the fabric of his shirt to pull tight. She continued to hold his gaze. She had just lifted her hand to undo the front closure of her bra when he moved. In two long strides he was in front of her. "No," he said. "I'll do the rest." Then instead of opening the front closure of the bra, barely containing the wealth of her breasts, he tugged it down, allowing them to spill over the top. 41


The action abraded her nipples, causing her to gasp. Luke lifted his eyes to hers then lowered his head. The sensation of his warm mouth made her edgy. His tongue stroked the upper swell of both breasts causing her back to arch. She wanted him to take her nipple deep into his mouth. To remove the rest of her clothes and finally give her peace. He knew she was beautiful, but seeing her in all white made him rock hard. He'd never felt so full. What was left of his blood supply rushed from his head straight to his groin. He wanted nothing more than to pull her under him and ride her until they collapsed exhausted, glowing with perspiration. Instead, he decided to torture her a bit. To tease her until she was so damned ready for him to be inside her that there would be no discomfort. No second thoughts. Her gasp, when he'd lowered her bra to free her breasts, was like a magnet pulling him closer. Her taste was sweet and he teased her everywhere but the pebbled nipples begging for his attention. Luke lifted his head and studied the glazed expression Laney wore on her face. He wanted to smile but couldn't. He hurt with need. He reached forward to unhook her bra, and his palm grazed the rosy peak of her nipple, causing her to suck in a breath. This time, he did smile. The animal in him was being unleashed. He couldn't hide his reaction, even if he wanted to. He figured she was a big girl. She had propositioned him, and given the opportunity, had not backed out. She would have to learn to deal with his darker side. His wants and needs. 42


At the same time, he would assure her experience was nothing short of fantastic. Giving her pleasure while teaching her the finer points of a physical relationship was important. A responsibility he was trying to take more seriously due to her virgin status. For some off-the-wall reason, Laney was doing what no other woman, since his ex-wife, had been able to accomplish. She was getting under his skin. As long as she stayed away from his heart they would get along just fine. He slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders, then took a step back to look his fill. She blushed a pretty pink from the tops of her breasts to the roots of her hair. Her eyes never wavered from his. She stood proud, and a bit defiant. That was something he would have to change. He wanted all of her, no holding back. "Turn around," he whispered from where he was standing, watching. She did. The look she gave him over her shoulder was of someone a bit nervous about the unknown. That was good; it would keep her senses alert. "All the way around," he repeated when she continued to watch him over her shoulder. "Don't watch. Just feel." He came up behind her then, and could feel her body tremble, with what he was sure was a mixture of emotions, as he ran a single finger along the crease of her bottom. His finger followed the wisp of silk until he was between her thighs. She began to pant and pushed her bottom back, trying to get closer to his hand. "Stay still," he commanded in a crisp 43


tone. He wanted her to feel everything he had to offer. The need to take her so high she never wanted come back down was his ultimate goal. She groaned her frustration and let her head fall forward. When she was finally still, he removed her thong panties. He pulled them slowly down her thighs, until they landed at her feet on the beige carpet covering the floor of her apartment. The scent of her arousal assailed his senses, and his hands shook. Next came her garter, but the thigh high silk stockings would remain. He gently, but forcefully pushed her upper body forward. "Put your hands flat on the wall." He was getting close. He wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. "I'm going to touch you now, Laney. Don't ever be afraid of me, baby. I want you to tell me what you like," he said while watching her for changes in her body language. Signs she might show revealing shame or discomfort. Neither emotion had any business in the bedroom. At least not one he occupied. "If I do anything you don't like, just say 'stop'. Okay, sweetheart?" he asked meaning every word. When she assumed the position asked of her, he licked and nipped first one curvy cheek and then the other. All the while one hand remained between her parted thighs, playing with her until she called his name and shuttered around the finger stroking her from inside.

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When every last spasm was wrung from her shuddering body, he stood to his full height and lifted her into his arms where she tucked her chin into his neck. **** Just when she wondered if it could get any better, he put her in the center of her bed. The cool sheets made her realize just how long she had been out of it. He had not only carried her to her room, but while holding her, had pulled back the floral comforter. Laney reached for him. She wanted to undress him slowly. The thought of savoring each inch of his flesh as it was exposed excited her beyond belief. *Wanting to touch the man in front of her caused dissatisfaction, especially when he shooed her eager hand away. With a frustrated sigh, she sat back. Laney couldn't pull her eyes away as he removed his shirt. Next, he sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her and removed both shoes as well as his socks. Her hands seemed to move of their own accord finding the broadness of his shoulders. He was so hot, she felt as though she had been burned, yet she could not release him. She was given no more time to think such thoughts as he stood, and once again faced her. His hand went to the waistband of his jeans and soon they were also lying, along with his briefs, on the floor. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers at the sight of him. He was magnificent. She had never seen a naked man close up and personal. As a matter of fact, the only time she 45


had seen a man naked was in pictures. The only coherent thought she had was that those pictures didn't do this man justice. He was much larger. She had to stifle the nervous urge to giggle. Evidently the old saying about a man's shoe size was true, at least it was for Luke Thomas. He came toward the bed and she scrambled to her knees. Darn, she wished she had done this before so she could impress the imposing, well-endowed man who looked like he was ready to explode. "Don't worry, Laney," he said in a soothing, cajoling voice, "we'll fit." She gulped and nodded. No words could escape her throat. It was tight with every emotion imaginable. "Lay down sweetheart. Let me taste you," he told her. His hands were already helping her to comply with his instructions. Hands like velvet were manipulating her body. He placed one on each side of her head holding her still while his mouth explored hers. She could taste his heat. She could feel his need. His moved his lips and closed around one taut nipple. Arching her back, she buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer. Whimpering, she panted out his name as he laved at her. When he sucked her deeply into his mouth, she almost shattered. She fought it off, concentrating on what he was doing to her. She didn't want to be thrust over the edge 46


without him. The next time it happened she wanted him to be embedded deep inside her. As the sensations grew, Laney pulled away from them. Pulled away from Luke. Tugging at his hair, she forced his head up. "Now, Luke. Take me now, I can't wait!" she demanded as her head tossed back and forth on the pillow, her body writhing beneath his. "Easy sweetheart," he warned her. She was so hot, so ready. If she didn't go slowly it would be over before it started. She had to slow down, "Open for me, Laney. Let me inside," he growled as he nudged a knee between her legs spreading them wide. The feel of his hair-smattered leg between hers almost sent her over the edge. She could feel the beginnings of her release. It would be violently superb, but she wasn't ready. She moaned his name and watched him sheath his length, protecting them. Something she hadn't even thought of. When he was finished, he lowered his narrow hips into the open place created by her parted legs. Her thighs quivered as the tip of his steel-like length probed her opening. It was coming, she was coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She couldn't wait. "Hurry Luke. I need you inside me," she cried as she put her hands on the smooth, muscled expanse of his butt arching into him. His size stretched her. The burning was intense but nothing compared to the orgasm that grabbed her and 47


refused to let go. Her body convulsed around his length, knocking the breath from her lungs. He couldn't seem to stay still as her muscles tightened around his length. "Hold on to me, Laney. I'm going to take you on the ride of your life," she heard him say as he pulled almost all the way out of her and then plunged deep. The feel of him pounding against her, filling her, as their bodies melted together was like heaven. The room was so still, so quiet. Except for their ragged breaths and the sound of flesh upon flesh, it was quiet. It was erotic. It was out of this world. It was happening again. She could feel it building, like a volcano ready to erupt. Just then he lunged forward, calling her name. The length of him pulsed inside her, sending her on another journey. She was flying and never wanted to touch solid ground again. **** Her body milked him leaving nothing behind. Never before had a woman reacted to him so completely, even though he had repeatedly been complimented on his prowess in the bedroom. Laney just made his years of practice worth more than anything money could buy. The fact he had sent her, a virgin, over the edge three times made his chest puff up like the arrogant man he was. He was in shock at the passions she exuded. The fact that she opened herself up to him, allowing him to use her body for both their pleasure awed him. His brain couldn't function just yet, but he knew lesson two would be even better. 48


Realizing he was still on top of her, he rolled to the side taking her with him. "You okay?" he asked with a grin on his face. "Mmmm," was all she gave as an answer. "That good, huh?" he chided her. When she could finally speak and function at an almost normal rate she lifted her head, resting it on her hand. "Better," she said studying him. Before he could continue the conversation, she laid her head down resting it on his bare chest. With fingers splayed wide, she played with the curly hair located just below where his shirt collar would be if he were dressed. He stilled her hand with his. He couldn't let her arouse him again. If he did, she would be too sore to do much more than lay in bed tomorrow. Lowering his head, he planned to tell her his worries when he heard the soft even sound of her breathing. She was asleep. The little minx had worn herself out. Him too, he thought as he yawned. He would rest for a while and then let himself out. They had never talked about whether he would stay the night, and he didn't feel comfortable assuming it would be all right. Besides, lying next to the woman in his arms night after night could be dangerous. It was the type of danger he needed to stay away from. He wanted to enjoy her body, not fall in love. Love? Where did that come from? He cursed silently, running his hand through his hair. His cold heart had no room for love. Trying it once had been enough for him. 49


If he woke her up would she ask him to stay? Did he want her to? Jumbled emotions were new to him. Something he didn't like. His preference ran toward things that were cut and dried, no shady areas allowed. It made life easier. Getting her on his turf made the most sense. In his home, where he felt most comfortable, would un-complicate a lot of things. Then the tables would be turned and he wouldn't feel the need to stay alert, always at the ready. **** Sun filtered through the window waking her. Memories of last night hit her like a ton of bricks. She turned over only to find the place next to her empty. Laney tried hard not to let the aching hurt penetrate the wall she had built around her heart. It was supposed to be a foolproof safety measure. Only it didn't seem to be working so well. To wake up alone made her feel cheap. Her feelings seemed to split. Was it possible to feel used and alone, and at the same time feel exhilarated and more alive than ever? With her arms wrapped tightly around her middle, trying to hold in the warmth, she got out of bed. After dressing, she made a quick search of her apartment. There was no note. Trying not to be too disappointed, she descended the stairs to the store. Reminding herself that this was not an affair of the heart was not an easy accomplishment. Figuring out what to do with herself once it was over would be the hard part. Right now she just wanted 50


to get on with her next lesson. If it was anything like the first, she would consider herself to be the luckiest student alive. Fighting off the anger aimed at herself would take the better part of the day. But she would do it. In order to keep things in perspective, she had to. Propositioning Luke may not have been the smartest idea she had ever come up with, but it was done. There was no going back. She would never regret her decision. She just needed to remind her heart that falling in love was not part of the plan.

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Chapter Five How could you be so stupid? she muttered to herself. Anger warred with dread. How could things spin out of control so quickly? As the day wore on, Laney fought with her feelings. Feelings that were so confusing it made her head spin. Her body wanted nothing more than to spend every spare moment pinned under Luke. Panting his name as his length drove into her. Learning how he liked to be touched, and how his body responded when she ran her hands across his broad chest. There was so much more she wanted to know. Her heart, however, urged her to run. If she gave Luke more than just her body, could she survive the devastation she was sure would come? The thought of Luke no longer wanting to teach her made her chest ache. She rubbed the spot between her breasts trying to rid herself of the pain. Trying to change her train of thought she busied herself in the storeroom. It was just after closing time, and everything was quiet except for the sound of Grant's soft whistling as he washed the window of the front door. So far Grant had turned out to be the perfect employee. In only two days they had agreed on a schedule that worked for both of them. On the days Laney was to receive shipments, Grant would come in early to help unload and move boxes. On the days no shipments were expected he would come in late and helped her close. Today was one of those days. 52


She had been surprised to learn Grant had a young daughter to support. He wouldn't be allowed joint custody until he had a place to live and a steady job. It was the reason he was willing to work in a lingerie shop. Laney had made him promise to bring pictures of his daughter, which he had today. She had just finished cleaning a bottom shelf in the storeroom when Grant walked in and knelt beside her to share the pictures of his daughter. **** When Luke entered the room, Laney was sitting on the floor. Her head was bent forward looking at something the man next to her held in his hands. He watched as a brilliant smile spread its way across her face. He saw red. Felt the need to tear something apart piece by tiny piece as he watched Laney's face brighten as she looked up into the face of the man. Luke wanted to roar. To pound his chest and drag her away by her hair where she would never see another of the male species. It made no sense. None at all. He had never experienced jealousy because of a woman. He always made it a rule never to date anyone who didn't agree with his rules beforehand. It made leaving easier for both parties. For some reason though, that is how he felt toward the man who was way too close to his woman. His woman! Laney belonged to him! He had taken her virginity, and until he was ready to give her up, he would not put up with seeing her in another man's arms. 53


A wave of anger, the likes of which he had never felt, made his hands clench into tight fists. He stood still and watched for a little while longer. When the melodic sounds of Laney's laughter got to him, he cleared his throat. He straightened from where he leaned against the door frame. His eyes watched, waited as Laney and her friend turned to look at him. "Luke!" Laney exclaimed while scrambling to her feet. He couldn't trust himself to touch her just yet. Anger seeped from his pores. He nodded his greeting. "Luke, I'd like you to meet Grant." She started the introductions but Luke interrupted. "Grant," Luke said not bothering to extend a hand in greeting. "Luke!" Laney scolded. "Grant is my new employee." Luke's head snapped up and met her eyes. He gave her a look meant as a warning with a hint of question mixed in. He would ask the question and explain the warning later. Damn! He wanted Grant to leave. He watched as Laney placed her hand on Grant's arm. It was a friendly gesture, meant as nothing more, but it made him jealous as hell. He didn't want her hands on anyone but him! "We're done here, Grant. Thank you for sharing," she said motioning to what Grant held in his hand. Luke noticed the picture. Realizing what brought the look of pure joy to her face made him wonder what it would be like to watch her hold her own child. Their child. To see the abundance of love spread across her face for all the world to witness. 54


Realizing where his thoughts had taken him, the intensity of his longing to see her just as his mind pictured her, disturbed him. Their child? What in the world could he be thinking? Grant didn't budge. Instead he asked "You gonna be all right Lane?" The shortened version of her nickname brought Luke so close to blowing a gasket he felt his head might shoot right off his shoulders. Laney noticed his expression but did nothing to put him out of his misery. "I'll be fine," she insisted, giving a slight squeeze of his arm while walking him to the door. Following her to the door while engulfed by jealousy was not a good idea but Luke did it anyway. He waited until the door was locked and she had turned around before he spoke. Backing her to the door, he pinned her with his eyes. "Your new employee, Laney?" he questioned in a deadly quiet voice. "Are you offering him the same benefits you offered me?" She was shaking her head before he finished. "It's not like that, Luke," she insisted. "It had better not be!" he thundered. Taking a deep breath, he fought emotions very new to him. "Do you understand me, Laney?" Still no answer met his ears. His anger mixed with lust at the view he had from his towering height. The valley between her delectable breasts beckoned him. His shaft swelled. His blood heated. He leaned into Laney. Pressing her flat against the door, he stretched her hands high above her head. 55


The kiss was brutal. Needing an answer to his question and not getting one had brought his blood to a rolling boil. His nostrils flared at her scent. Fear and excitement met head on. He wondered which would win. **** She felt pain as her lips were ground against her teeth. The kiss was meant to be punishment. For what, she wasn't sure. The sight of Luke standing in the doorway had thrown her for a loop. Her excitement ebbed away and was replaced with wariness. The dark look on his face intimidated her, but she would not let him see it. Her pride was being trampled and it made her mad as hell. Who did this man think he was to come waltzing into her store roaring mad? The whole damned thing was absurd! The kiss, no mater how harsh, blanked her mind. She should be fighting him off, but couldn't seem to find the will to struggle. She wanted her body pressed tightly against his. The fact that his possessiveness intrigued her was frightening. She had never pictured herself with the overbearing, Neanderthal type. His finger edged its way into the corner of her mouth forcing it open. As soon as the barrier was breached, his tongue plundered. Diving deep. The intensity of the heat between them made her shiver. It was scary. She didn't understand how she could trust a man so completely in such a short amount of time, but she did. That fear worried her. Not a physical fear, though, because 56


never for a minute did she think Luke would intentionally hurt her. It was an emotional fear plaguing her. The feeling that she would lose part of herself when Luke left was what scared her witless. Twisting her head, she tried to free her mouth from his, to escape the intensity of the emotions drowning her. It was time to fortify the wall surrounding her heart, or at least what was left of it. In return, her hair was grasped and her head held still. Given no choice, she did the only thing she could think of. She bit him. Luke released her with a grunt of pain. Moving past him into the conversational area of her store, she kept him in her line of vision. It was easy to do with a man his size. What was going on? She couldn't think straight. When Luke moved closer to her she squared her shoulders and raised her eyes to his. She had trouble controlling her voice. She was shaking from head to toe, and hated the fact he could do that to her. It proved just how involved her heart already was. "You're not being very nice," she yelled, hands balled into fists on her hips. "That kiss was not nice." It made no difference that she was so hot and wet that her muscles quivered. Or that she wanted him to do it again. Laney watched Luke's expression change. Regret flashed briefly across his ruggedly handsome face. Her heart constricted. 57


"I can be nice, Laney. You know that," he answered in a matter of fact voice. "Kissing you like that may not have been nice, but lust and sex aren't always nice. Sometimes it's just hot." Her body tingled from his touch. She wanted to feel his arms around her. For him to show her just how hot it could be. She wanted to scream at him, but it would do no good. Everything he said was true. The only thing she was sure of was that she trusted him. It was a strange thought after what just happened. Her anger fled just as fast as it appeared, leaving her shaken. All that was left was the intensity of her arousal. She had read about dominating men who were possessive, and liked the rougher side of sex. Until now it had never occurred to her she might actually be turned on by such a situation, but the dampness between her thighs told her differently. "I don't understand what just happened," she told him truthfully. She wanted to laugh out loud at the look on his face. Evidently, he had expected more. **** "I won't apologize," he told her. Apologizing was not something that came easy for him. The emotions he held in check made him feel raw. The need to show her, to wipe her wide eyed, pale-faced look away took over. Never in a million years had he meant to frighten her. 58


Gently cupping her face in the palms of his hands, he kissed her tender lips. His eyes beseeched her to understand. To understand why he couldn't say the words she deserved to hear. He needed to keep himself separate, his heart and soul intact. "But I will explain." He said as he moved away from her. Touching her in any way made his body zing to life. Right now he needed to clear his mind. He needed to explain. To know she understood. He could not tell her how jealous he felt seeing her with Grant because she might read more into it than there was. More than he could allow there to be. He decided to hit her head on. He would tell her how he wanted it to be and settle for nothing less than an agreement. He wasn't ready to let her go just yet. "As long as we are together there can be no one else. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" Luke watched Laney's face scrunch up, showing her displeasure at the words he spoke. "I think so," she answered. "Not think, Laney. I need to be sure you understand," he told her. "As long as we are sleeping together you belong to me. No one else. I'll follow the same rules." She nodded and moved toward him. The beckoning call of her eyes made his heart skip a beat before it resumed double time. His anger may have receded, but the intensity of his need was beyond reach. He watched as she made her way around the couch to stand in front of him. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing 59


erratic. The color had returned to her cheeks. They were now a rosy pink. Her scent always aroused him. It was subtle, and wrapped itself around him like a clinging vine. Drawing him closer and closer until he could no longer hold back. He tried to be gentle, but couldn't help himself when she pressed her body close to his. The feel of her tongue as it licked at the corner of his mouth sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. It seemed to pulse in his shaft, making him harder as it traveled his length. Her frenzied kiss turned him upside down. Devouring lips caused a fever in him no aspirin could rid. The feel of her hands as they tugged at his shirt drove him insane. No amount of deep breathing was going to slow things down tonight. He just hoped she was ready to see this side of him, because if she wasn't, she would be in for one hell of a surprise. **** Luke helped Laney remove his shirt. Once that was accomplished he grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked. Buttons scattered across the hard wood floor as he pulled it off of her shoulders. He made short work with the front clasp of her bra, not bothering to remove it completely before crushing her velvety breasts to his chest. Her moan of pleasure sent his hands flying. In no time at all they both stood naked as the day they were born. 60


His hands on her were hot, like fire. They molded to her. She loved the feel. It was like being branded. The way he nipped at her skin, leaving his mark. In the back of her mind, she thought how much she would enjoy being taken by Luke. As a woman who enjoyed being in control, the loss of it was thrilling. She never thought that would be the case. Loosing her virginity had come to feel more like a chore than anything else. Now that she was no longer innocent, she felt wicked. She wanted to try it all. The fact she wanted to experience it all with Luke was the only thing that made her feel the need to be careful. His gloriously nude body stood proud and erect in front of her. She would never forget his potency. How she craved him, wanted to taste him. Laney looked Luke in the eyes as she slowly backed him to the couch. She watched his eyebrow arch in question. When the back of his knees reached the plush cushions she gave a quick push, which sent him sprawling. Leisurely, she sank to her knees in front of him. She had dreamed of taking him into her mouth. Now she would have the chance. It seemed as though she were outside her body, watching through a fog as her small hand encircled his cock. Her thumb rubbed over the glistening head. A small pearl-like bead appeared, arousing her further. Tearing her eyes from his engorged sex, Laney bent close and ran the tip of her tongue over him. The skin of his shaft was smooth and hot against her mouth. She tasted him, his 61


essence. He was musky and masculine. His scent brought her already aroused body to a fevered pitch. His hips bucked bringing a grin to her face. The power she felt was awe-inspiring. How could a woman of her size cause such a large man to loose control? Needing to know if she was doing it right, she leaned back. Resting on her haunches with her hands still wrapped greedily around his length she insisted, "Tell me how to please you." "Woman, if you please me anymore you might kill me." Laney felt her cheeks heat. She kept her eyes glued to his as she settled on the floor in front of him. She loved the feel of his hands on her face as she licked and sucked him. His chest rose and fell in short, fast pants. Knowing she could drive him to the edge with just her mouth was a heady sensation. She wanted him to loose control completely, spilling into her mouth so she could taste all of him. Once again she broke eye contact. This time she consumed him. She took his full length as far into her mouth as she possibly could. When his hand twisted her hair in a painful grip, she ignored it. The need to send him flying was allconsuming. The hoarse call of her name told her he was getting close. She focused her attention on the head of his throbbing shaft while pumping her hand along his length, not giving him time to think. His shout of completion came at the same time he spilled into her mouth, giving her what she had been waiting for. Just the way she'd dreamed. When he was spent she sat back and studied him. 62


**** What in the hell just happened? He had never let himself go like that before. It irritated him that she pushed. The look on her face was pure feminine satisfaction. He wanted to throttle her for it. Immediately though, a better idea came to mind. "Come here," he ordered. She moved on her knees until she could use the couch to lever herself up. Once there, she sat next to him. "You know we have to wait now, don't you?" he asked. "It'll take time for me to recover." He had some ideas about what they could do during that time. And this time it would be him calling the shots. That was the way he preferred it. Of course he might change his mind after what she'd just done to him. She looked at him a bit sheepishly. The woman amazed him. She was so nave. He wanted to corrupt her, mind and body, starting now. He stood. Moving to face her, he assumed the same position she had just given up. On his knees in front of her he watched as her lips parted. A little gasp escaped as he pushed her legs wide, opening her to him. She looked wild and wanton, just the way he wanted her to look. His warm breath feathered across the curls covering her moistness. He felt as a shiver run the length of her body. When she tried to move closer to his mouth he retreated, just enough to wring a groan from her parted lips. 63


"Please, Luke," she begged cupping the back of his head with her hand. "Uh, uh, sweetheart. I want to watch." He could tell his words held no meaning to her lustmuddled brain. Taking her hand away from his head, he placed it on the apex of her thighs. "Touch yourself, Laney. I want to watch you come," he said as he slid his hand free of hers. Her eyes widened. In shock? Arousal? He couldn't be sure. She moved her hand away, as if she wasn't going to follow through. He would have to insist. "Put your hand back, Laney. Touch yourself. Enjoy yourself. Then I'll give you what you want." If he could last that long, he chided himself. He was already rock hard. Then she moved, widening her legs even further, she opened herself with one hand. He watched as she sucked one finger into her mouth, wetting it. Lord have mercy, he thought as he watched her press the same saliva drenched finger into her tight opening. He kept his gaze riveted to hers, only breaking contact to watch as she toyed with herself. Another finger joined the one inside her weeping sheath, sliding in and out. She made noises that could drive a saint to sin. The hand she'd used to hold herself open worked its way up to a puckered nipple. Instead of rubbing gently, she pinched and rolled it. She was learning about herself. The fact she might like it a little dirty made him so hard he thought he would expire from the combination of pleasure and blissful pain. 64


He couldn't just watch. Moving closer got her attention. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He looked down just long enough to find her. She was wet and slick. Her fingers still dove deep bringing out the wetness. He rubbed his fingers over hers, then tasted. She whimpered, her movements becoming more frantic. Releasing her nipple, she plunged her hand lower to stroke her clit but he moved her hand away. He liked the way her eyes snapped to his in frustration. He said nothing. Remaining quiet, he opened her with his thumbs as his tongue snaked out to lick her. Once, twice and she was falling. He watched her muscles clench the slim fingers still deep inside her. He refused to stop until every last spasm played out. Payback was wonderful. When Luke no longer felt so much as a quiver, he let her move away from his mouth. She slipped her fingers from the dark triangle of hair and collapsed back on the couch. She was absolutely beautiful. He was lost. Continuing to watch as she finally regained her senses, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms. This time, it would be hard and hot. He wanted to take her in the position she had been in the first time he saw her. He set her on her feet at the back of the couch, and then went to the pocket of his jeans for a condom. Once they were protected, he bent her over the low back of the couch and plunged into her. The rounded cheeks of her bottom taunted him. He smacked a creamy globe causing her to gasp. When she moaned and lunged back into him, he was sure it was a moan of pleasure. He tangled a hand in her hair while 65


he rode her. Reaching around, he found and rubbed her most sensitive place. Within seconds she was milking him for all he had. It was just as he figured it would be. Hard, hot and fast. He carried a spent Laney up the stairs to her room where he tucked her into bed. He wouldn't stay, he couldn't. He was getting too close. Too involved. Leaving was the only way he could assure his heart wouldn't suffer. If he stayed the night and held her in his arms, he might never leave. Luke dressed, and then gathered Laney's clothes. After depositing them at the foot of her bed, he snuck out like a thief in the night.

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Chapter Six The next few weeks passed by in a blur of cluttered emotions. Days spent longing to be in Luke's arms. Nights spent learning more about herself than she ever thought possible. And yet, every morning that she woke alone in bed, she wondered exactly what she had gotten herself into. And how she was going to get herself out of it. Every day she fought. Fought against the love her heart was bursting to reveal, but afraid to share. It hadn't taken long before she realized just how much Luke meant to her. How much she had grown to love him. But for the life of her, she couldn't tell him. Wouldn't tell him. To betray him that way would not be right. After all, she had been the one to insist their arrangement would be no strings attached. How in the world was she going to get herself out of this mess? Did she even want to? It was all so complicated it made her head pound. Her heart, ache. Day after day she asked herself the same questions. Then the sun would slip past the horizon, the night taking its place. Instead of finding the answers, she would find herself lost in Luke's arms. It was a vicious cycle. One she was helpless to stop. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't push away the lingering thoughts of loosing Luke. Even blissful hours of hot, sweet sex couldn't make her forget. It was as if a dark cloud were looming over her head. Just waiting for the right time to spill its contents. To wash away her happiness. 67


A shudder racked her body. Tears stung her eyes. Something was going to happen. She could feel it in her bones, all the way to her core. But what? She struggled with her thoughts, trying to force them from her mind. If something happened she would deal with it, but until then, she was going to enjoy what she had going and hope for the best. For now, she would take whatever happiness she could get. Laney turned just as the bell on the front door of her store jangled. She giggled as her brother stopped just inside the front door, looked around and cringed. It always amazed her that men could talk about the most outlandish things, but you bring one into a lingerie store, and they all acted like a teenaged boy whose mom took him to the bus stop and insisted on a kiss goodbye in front of half the student body. Ah well, Laney thought to herself. She wondered how long it would take her brother's gaze to settle on her new employee. Twenty-two seconds to be exact, at least by her watch. She had been expecting him to pop by for a visit. The only thing that surprised her was how long it had taken him. A scowl soon replaced the look of discomfort. It was a look she was used to. Being the only sister to a brother ten years her senior wasn't always easy. Their mother had died when Laney was just seventeen, leaving John to take care of a teenaged girl. Not an easy task by any standard. One made even harder by the fact their father had bailed out long ago. She figured that was one of the reasons why John was so protective of her. He said it was because he didn't want to see her hurt the way their father had hurt their mother. She 68


wondered what John would do once he learned he was already too late? And to top it off it was all by her own doing. No one to blame but herself for falling in love with Luke, when she knew right off the bat there was no future in it. "Hey Laney, how ya doin'?" her brother asked never taking his eyes off Grant. "You know me," she answered. He jerked his chin in Grant's direction. "Heard you had some new help." "Yep, my new stock boy. Come on over. I'll introduce you." Looking over her shoulder to make sure John followed her, Laney crossed the room to where Grant was working. Grant stood before she reached his side. "Grant Scott, I'd like you to meet my brother, John Richardson. John, Grant." she said by way of introductions. Then she just stood back and watched. Like typical men they shook hands all the while looking each other over, flexing and all the other male macho crap that came with it. Having a brother who worked in construction and looked like a walking refrigerator was part of the reason she had remained a virgin for so long. John Richardson intimidated any man between the ages of eight and eighty, whether they were only a casual acquaintance or not. Grant wasn't intimidated in the least. Absently, she wondered how her brother and Luke would react toward each other. When they were finally done strutting around each other all puffed up, she took her brother to the back room to talk. 69


She was sure it's what he wanted so why prolong the agony of the lecture she was sure to hear? "Just spit it out John," she said once the door was closed. "I just had to check. You know that Laney. I heard you had a couple of men working here so I decided to stop by." She blew out a breath and decided to spill the beans, at least partially. If she didn't someone else surely would. Small town living had its drawbacks. "I only have one man working here, you just met him. The other man's name is Luke Thomas. He doesn't work for me. We're ... uh, we're seeing each other." She knew in an instant that her hesitation had sent off red flag alerts all over John's brain. "Seeing each other?" he asked calmly. Too calmly for her liking. "Come on John. I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't want you interfering." "I don't want you hurt, Laney." he said then rubbed his huge hand over his face. "I just never want to see you hurt." A lump formed in her throat at the thought of how much the man standing before her had given up in order to make keep her happy and safe. She went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I know John. I know. Please though, let me do this my way. If I get hurt, at least I can say I had the experience," she told him, her face buried in his massive chest. She gave him a squeeze. Tipping her head back she smiled, and was happy to receive a smile in return. After a cup of coffee and a lot of good conversation, her brother was ready to leave. She watched and listened as he 70


said goodbye to Grant, a knowing smile on her face. She just couldn't help herself from sharing with her brother that Grant was looking for full time work and why. The fact that he was a bit uncomfortable working in a lingerie shop was a given. John had promised to see what he could do in the way of work for the man. His word was as good as gold. She planned to have good news for Grant real soon. When they got to the front door Laney stood on her toes to plant a kiss on John's cheek. He lifted her easily and gave her a noisy smacking kiss right back. Placing her on her feet, he gave a playful swat to her bottom, then with a promise to see her later, he left. **** Luke wondered if he was forever destined to find his women in the arms of another man. First his wife had felt it necessary to dive into the bed of anyone with a third leg. She hadn't even been particular about whose bed she used. Their marriage bed was as good as the next. It must have been, that's where he had found her. Riding their neighbor like there was no tomorrow. Then Laney had been bent head to head with her new employee. Smiling and laughing over God knows what. Of course it had been a friendly encounter, nothing at all sexual about it. He knew it. His heart knew it, but for some reason he couldn't get his thick head to understand it. Now, he gets to witness the woman, who promised him she would be with him and only him, in the arms of another man. This jealousy stuff was getting way out of hand. 71


His jaw ached from clenching his teeth. Hands held at his sides were fisted so tight pain radiated up his arm. No matter what he thought he should do, or wanted to do, he would hold his temper. Maybe it was time. Time to call a halt to her lessons. She had evidently learned enough to feel comfortable sharing her newly learned skills. The thought of no longer seeing her on a daily basis brought feelings to the forefront he had no time for. Maybe they could continue to see each other on and off. Yea, that might work. He could tell her that it was time to start seeing other people. That would work. Wouldn't it? He wasn't sure of anything at this point. All he did know, was that he could not stand around and watch her in the arms of another man when she had agreed to belong only to him. Even if for just a short time. He still didn't understand it all. Not like other women at all, Laney had been honest and open with him. She had felt secure enough to give of her body freely, in exchange for nothing more than the pleasures he could offer in return. How could she have changed so fast? Or had she changed at all? Maybe she had always been like his ex-wife, and he had just been too horny to notice or care. With what he hoped was a pleasant look plastered to his face he opened the door and entered the store. Laney was behind the counter studying something. What, he had no idea and didn't really care. What he did care about was getting through tonight with as little discomfort for the both of them as possible. 72


He squeezed his eyes shut briefly. Pushed feelings, deep emotions he had no business acting on, to the back of his mind right where they belonged. Fighting the anger straining to break loose. How had he ended up attracted to women who were destined for someone else's arms? When he felt he could speak without making an ass out of himself, he approached the counter where Laney stood. "Hi there," he said watching her. "Luke!" Laney exclaimed. "I didn't expect you so soon." Yea no kidding, he thought silently. "I got off early. Thought I'd stop by and see what you were doing." Or who you were doing, his inner voice sarcastically suggested as his temper one again rose. "I'm almost done," she breathlessly said. "Grant just finished up and left so it's just us," she added with a knowing smile. Heat sprang to life and arrowed straight to his groin. He should tell her now he wanted to break off their agreement. Or at least the part of it that stated they would only see each other. That is was time to start seeing other people. It would then be up to her whether or not she wanted to continue with anything physical. Only thing was, he couldn't bring himself to do it just yet. He needed to hold her, just in case there was no next time. To feel himself inside her as her body gloved his. To kiss her like there was no tomorrow. Why did it all have to be so difficult? Why did he have to get emotionally involved with the damned woman to begin with? He couldn't think about it right now. Right now he would just make love to her. To show 73


her what they would both be missing once the truth came out. Because it would come out. All of it. Her deceit as well as his. Then what would happen? He was sure he would have a lifetime to think about it. But for now he would enjoy what was in front of him. "Come here Laney," he demanded in a quiet voice. He watched her brows furrow. It was as if she could tell something was wrong. "Luke?" "Come here, Laney," he gently prodded. "Let me love you." She walked around the counter as he asked. When she was toe to toe with him she reached a hand up and placed it on his cheek. He felt her soft little hand tremble. It made his heart ache at the same time it fueled his ardor. A crushing kiss was next on the agenda. He held her close as he fit his mouth over hers. Devouring her. Running his hands along the features of her face as he did so. Imprinting her feel, her taste, her smell upon his mind. He couldn't wait. He needed to feel her against him now. He removed her clothes making quick work of the task. When she was completely nude he lifted her until she sat in front of him on the counter. He reached his hand out palm up. When she cocked her head to the side in question he said, "The key." He watched as she reached behind her to where her keys were. Her luscious body stretched as she arched to reach. Her legs parted just enough to give him a glimpse of her. She was 74


wet already. He could see her pink, tender skin glistening. His mouth went dry, then watered at the memory of her taste. Once the keys were in his hand he turned and strode to the door to lock it. He made his way slowly back to her, removing his shirt along the way. When he once again stood before her, he thrust her legs wide without preamble and went on bended knee for a taste. Her gasp of delight only made his cock throb harder. His jeans were so tight he would have to remove them soon. His nostrils flared at her musky scent. A scent he would recognize anywhere. All woman, sweet and hot. That was Laney. He insistently rolled his tongue over her folds. He used tongue, teeth and lips to bring her close to the edge, but never letting her fall over. He would be inside her for that. When she was begging, pleading for release he stood, scooted her to the edge of the counter with his hands splayed wide on her bottom and thrust into her. Hard and fast. It would end before it had begun, but he would make it up to her once they were upstairs. Right now he just needed to be inside of her. Pulling back, he unsheathed himself from her moist depth. He remained poised at her opening, teasing her with his cock until she was writhing on the counter, panting his name was hard. But he was almost there and he wanted Laney right with him. When she sank her nails into his shoulder, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in her depths. A startled gasp escaped from her kiss-swelled lips. The climax that followed was intense. Her muscles squeezed him until he 75


had no choice but to follow her into the abyss. When he came around he wondered how he had remained standing. Leaving Laney where she sat, nude and spent, he collected their clothing then carried her upstairs to her room. There he loved her long and slow. It was sad and sweet, and felt entirely too emotional. Nothing like the coupling that had just taken place downstairs. He wanted to leave his mark. To make it hard for her to forget him. Because God only knew he would never be able to forget her. **** Laney lay still while listening to Luke's slow, steady breaths. There had been something extremely different about their lovemaking. At first it had been fierce. As if Luke was afraid she would run away. Then he had held her close, loving her body slowly, reverently. The change in him had been drastic; making her wonder what was up. He had seemed different? One minute he seemed not to care either way and in the next instant he was the attentive lover. It was as if he was waging an inner battle, but for what? Running her hand over the broad expanse of his chest made her feel better. The contact kept her grounded. Focused on what was important. The fact that he was in her bed, holding her was what was important. She wouldn't let the fact that she was madly in love with him, with no hope of her feelings being returned, bother her. If she had to live with it she would. Anything, as long as they belonged to each other. 76


She would do her best to deal with the end when it was in sight. Laney watched as his eyes fluttered. Long, dark lashes brushed the tanned skin covering high cheekbones. Then those same eyes were open, watching. Mocha-brown eyes met hers. They seemed to be concentrating on her face. She knew the second he was fully awake. The haze of arousal faded and was replaced with the downward thrust of his brows. Her heart sank. A horrible feeling of foreboding engulfed her. Her body trembled with the strength of it. She was sure whatever Luke had to say was not going to set well with her. Something about the look on his face told her she couldn't be more correct. His muscled shoulders bunched as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. The only light in the room was shadowed; given off by a small night light plugged into a hallway outlet. It was enough though, to see when Luke reached for and pulled on his pants. Standing, he zipped them, leaving the top button undone. Turning his back to her, he donned his shoes. Once finished, he pulled his shirt over his head then finally he turned to face her. Breath whooshed from her lungs. Breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. He looked so distant. So closed off. What in the heck was going on? She wanted to shake him. To make him tell her what was wrong, but she knew that would never work. He was not the type of man you could bulldoze 77


over. He would tell her what was wrong, but only when he was ready, and in his own way. It appeared that what she was waiting to hear would happen sooner instead of later because just after turning to face her, Luke opened his mouth to speak. "Laney, I think it's time we started seeing other people." Damn! So much for wanting to hear what he had to say. She fought for control. Surely there was a reason. She would just bide her time, listen to what he had to say and find out what that reason was. "Other people?" she asked. She watched as the muscle of his jaw ticked, something that happened when he was having a hard time keeping his temper at bay. "Yeah. You know," he started. "Other people, like you did today." He threw the words at her. "Today? I don't understand, Luke?" she was genuinely puzzled. Her puzzlement seemed to anger him more. If she didn't know with ever fiber of her being that he would never physically hurt her she may have backed up or even ran. His expression was so dark, so disturbing. Even though she felt no true fear, she couldn't help but to climb from the bed. Standing nude before him seemed to darken his mood even more so she jerked the sheet from the bed and quickly wrapped it around her trembling body. "Think about it, Laney. I'm sure you'll come up with an excuse. You women are generally good at that. At least my ex-wife was. Even when I caught her screwing the neighbor in 78


our bed, she had an excuse." he ground out between clenched teeth. She hadn't even made it past the whole ex-wife part when he added. "When you figure it out, come to me. I may have a new student by then and with time constraints it may cost you. Of course, if we look at it the way it happened in the beginning, with you propositioning me, maybe I should be the one paying you. Don't you think?" With those hurtful parting words he brushed past her and out of her apartment. From the looks of it, out of her life. Moving was not an option. Not if she wanted to stay on her feet. If she did so much as breathe she feared she would shatter into a million pieces, or at the very least crumble into a heap on the floor. How? Why? What in the hell had he been talking about? She may never learn the answers to those questions and so many more. She wouldn't cry. Couldn't cry—not to save her life. In order for that to happen she would have to be able to show some emotion. Right now, the numbness was so complete crying wasn't even an option. Probably a blessing, she decided as she closed her bedroom door and climbed back into bed. **** The next week went by at a snail's pace. She couldn't eat and it showed. Her hair lacked its usual luster and shine. Lack of sleep kept her on edge. Her eyes were smudged with dark circles, her face gaunt. 79


What she saw in the mirror was what everyone else saw. It was what was visible from the outside. Only Laney knew the ravishment inside was much more destructive. At least if she let herself feel the full force of it, it would be. So she kept to herself. Away from prying eyes and questions. If she opened up she was sure to disappear into the chasm where her intact heart had once beat. There would be no turning back if that were to happen. For now she would deal with the pain in her own way. By ignoring it. Only soon she wouldn't even have that satisfaction. Next week was her monthly softball game. She was the only female player on her brother's team. If she called to cancel he would come and check on her. Either way, he would find out soon enough. Her luck didn't hold out long enough for her to keep her suffering private. A couple of days before the game her brother stopped by for a visit. He was instantly angry. Mad enough to kill from the looks of him. He brought with him a bit of information that he had wrongly assumed Laney already knew. Now, several hours after his departure, she finally let her anger loose. Of course the anger, added to her yet unanswered questions, only brought her pain closer to the surface. Once there, it was overwhelming. When the first tear slipped past her tightly guarded emotions there was no stopping them. Huge sobs racked her body as she wondered why Luke had lied to her. Why hadn't he told her he was the owner of the building where she lived and worked? And would 80


their splitting up have any effect on her lease? Or the fact that it was due to be renewed in two month's time? When she had no more tears or energy, Laney drifted off to sleep on the couch in her tiny living room. The same place she had spent every night since Luke left her standing there feeling like garbage someone forgot to take out. Too many memories crowded her in her bedroom. Even the store was a constant reminder of what they had shared. Would she ever forget? She awoke the next morning to more tears. Not only for herself and all that was lost, but also for her store. Her dream. Sometime during the restless night she came to the conclusion that she wouldn't be able to stay. To stay with Luke as a landlord, knowing what he thought of her would be too much. She would have to find another building to rent. There was no other way. With red-rimmed eyes she dressed and headed downstairs. Once again skipping a meal, she opened the phone book to begin her search for a new site for her store.

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Chapter Seven Luke drove by Leather and Lace, Laney's lingerie store, just as he had every night since he left her. And, as every other night he noticed a light on upstairs. A frown marred his chiseled features. Was she plagued by sleepless nights also? He wanted to stop, to see how she was doing. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. Pride forbade him to stop, to comfort the woman who had made him care, and then had carried on with another as if he meant nothing. Anger burned inside him. It was much easier to hold onto his anger than it was to delve into his battered psyche. He had to try and forget her. Only he couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes Laney's face flashed in front of him. Her wide, puzzled eyes and pink trembling lips. Why couldn't he forget how shattered she had looked as he walked past her and out of her apartment? Would he have felt better if she had admitted her infidelity? He wasn't sure, probably not. There was just something about Laney. Something that brought out the possessive, jealous beast in him. It was an out of control reaction. One he didn't much care for. A reaction he could not ever remember experiencing, not even on his ex-wife's behalf. So why then, did he still want to hold her in his arms? Why couldn't he get her scent off of his body, the taste of her from 82


his tongue? Lord knows he tried. She was embedded into every cell of his body. He told himself the reason for his nightly drive-by was in order to catch her with her new lover. The man she had held tightly in her arms while standing in front of her store. The memory of his hands patting her bottom in such a familiar manner made him curse a blue streak. His grip on the steering wheel grew so tight his knuckles turned white. He wanted an excuse to beat the guy to a bloody pulp, or at least give it his best shot. It bothered him a great deal that she hadn't found it necessary to tell him it was over before getting involved with someone else. Maybe it wouldn't have made it any easier, but at least he wouldn't have felt so betrayed. Talk to her, his mind shouted. His heart fought the idea with every breath he took. His conscience warred within. It was like a little devil was sitting on one shoulder telling him to tear her new lover limb from limb, then to forget she ever existed. On the other shoulder an angel sat telling him that maybe he had misunderstood. Maybe he had overreacted. Maybe, just maybe, things weren't what they seemed. If there was any chance at all the little angel was right he had to know. In two days Laney's team would be playing their monthly softball game. She had invited him before they broke up. He was going to take her up on her offer. The fact she probably wouldn't want him there didn't matter. He had to talk to her. Going late and then making her 83


answer his questions sounded like a good plan. It was the only way. Concentration was a thing of the past. He was wound so tight he thought he might explode. Even the simplest of thoughts eluded him. Sooner. He should have talked to her sooner. Waiting was accomplishing nothing. His black mood didn't help matters. Even his most loyal employees gave him a wide berth these days. He knew damned well he was acting like a bear, but he couldn't seem to help himself. He was mad as hell. Angry at himself. Angry at Laney. Just plain ole irate. If he didn't get to talk to her soon he would surely go insane. When dawn approached the morning of the game, relief swamped Luke. His spirits rose with the knowledge that he would soon speak to Laney. Would they be able to start over, or would they end things for good? He watched as the sun shone bright in the clear, blue sky. If only things remained so bright and cheery. What he wouldn't give to be wrong about everything. Of course, she might not give him the time of day. After rushing into the arms of another man she better damned well listen to what he had to say. She would promise to never mess around on him again, and then they would come to some type of agreement. He may never learn to trust her completely, but it would be worth it to have Laney in his life, and of course, his bed. Trust, it was like a bad word. He felt like a hypocrite. Hadn't he also lied? Maybe not outright, but lying by omission 84


was just as bad. Wasn't it? Not telling her he was the owner of her building, as well as a millionaire, in order to stay in her good graces had been a horrible idea. There was no other time he'd been more aware of that fact than he was now. He should have told her, but taking the chance of losing her luscious body just hadn't been an option. It was the truth. At first, he had only cared about taking what she offered. Nothing else had mattered. Burying himself deep in her wetness, hearing her moans of pleasure as he plunged repeatedly into her loveliness. At the time, it was all that had mattered. Now, it was all different. With a mirthless laugh, he realized the joke was on him. No strings attached no longer held any meaning. He was attached all right. Strings woven so tightly around his heart he was having trouble denying the truth. Warmth pounded his arm as the suns rays beat down. The drive to the ballpark wouldn't take long. Soon he would know what the future held. **** Laney was up to bat. Hair clung to the back of her neck. Tiny wisps plastered to her skin from the perspiration glistening across her skin. Wiping her hands across the seat of her shorts, she gripped the bat tightly. The game was tied. Laney was the last batter. Bases were loaded, the count full. She was in the zone. Her concentration was at its optimum when the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention. Ignoring the sensation, she instead 85


focused on her brother's coaching. The rest of the team cheered her on. Laney's eye narrowed as the ball moved toward her. Swinging, the bat connected sending the ball low on the ground. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Muscles burned, chest heaving, she made it to first base a second after the ball. It didn't matter that she was out though, because the third base runner was already sprawled across home plate. Before she had time to catch her breath, she was being lifted onto the strong shoulders of her brother. He took her to where the team hooted and hollered and lowered her to her feet. The niggling feeling just wouldn't leave her. Her body heated at the sensation. Even through the back-slapping and butt patting she couldn't shake it. It wasn't until John, hoisted her fully against him and planted a kiss of joy on her that she saw him. Luke stood proud, back ramrod straight at the gate. At that moment she realized what he had meant during their parting argument. The look on his face said it all. He must have seen her with John that fateful day. He didn't know John was her brother. Oh God! He still didn't know! Laney struggled to break free. She needed to explain. To tell him it was all a mistake. He continued to watch her. A look of pure disgust flashed across his face. Anger clouded his eyes. His whole body was tense, unforgiving. His hands clenched and unclenched. 86


With a strangled cry she squirmed out of John's hold. Just then, Luke turned from her and strode in long, angry steps to his car. A scream tore from her throat. "Luke wait!" she cried as she ran across the parking lot. "Please wait." The latter came in an anguished whisper when Luke started his car and drove past her, giving her a look that cut deep. The loathing in his eyes broke her heart. She sunk to her knees right where she was and buried her face in her hands and wept. For the stupidity of the whole thing. For her broken heart and even for the fire deep within her she knew no other man could extinguish. It was a combination of things that kept the tears flowing. Anguish and anger like nothing she'd ever known coursed through her. Every bone in her body urged her to go to him. To beg him to listen, but she couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it. An apology was something she deserved, not something she needed to give. Her pride just wouldn't let her grovel. Maybe they were better off apart. Evidently he didn't love her. To him she was just a possession. There was no love involved, at least on his side. He had held up his part of the bargain. She was no longer a virgin. And hadn't he taught her all about pleasing a man? What good will it do you now? Her mind taunted. No one else will do. He's ruined you for anyone else, the taunting inner voice continued. Placing her hands over her ears to silence her inner thoughts, she rocked back and forth. The comforting motion 87


was no help. Tears coursed like twin rivers down her cheeks. From behind she heard the crunch of footsteps. Then big, gentle hands lifted her to her feet. John crooned softly as he rubbed her back reassuringly. Laney could sense the tension coiled in her brother's shoulders. Praying he wouldn't give her an 'I told you so' lecture, Laney held on tight. Afraid if she let go she would blow away in the gentle breeze. When she was as in control as possible, she glanced up and into John's face. Trying her hardest, she gave him a wobbly smile. "It's okay, John. I'm okay now," she lied, fighting to keep the tears out of her voice. It didn't work. "I understand what's going on now. He doesn't know you're my brother." The depth of the situation hit her like a blow to the gut. Knocking the air from her lungs. Fighting for breath through her sobs, she said. "Oh God! He thinks I betrayed him. Just like his ex-wife did." Once again tears flowed unchecked down her face. Great hiccoughing sobs racked her shoulders. Her fight for composure lost. "I don't care what he thinks!" John growled. Laney could see the firm set of his jaw. Knew he was holding back for her benefit. "Don't John. Just leave it. I'll be fine." The thought of her brother and Luke fighting scared her. They were both very large, very angry men. She couldn't 88


stand the idea of any damage they might cause each other. She already had enough to deal with. "He hurt you, Laney. I want to stomp him, to shred him," her brother thundered, pulling her close to his chest. She pushed away, fear in her eyes. "No John, promise me you won't lay a hand on him." When he said nothing, she became frantic. Grabbing John's face between both of her palms, she made him look at her. Then she pleaded. "Please John! I love him. Please just promise me." "Alright, Laney," he finally agreed. "I promise I won't hurt him." She could see his wheels spinning looking for a way to get to Luke without breaking his promise.

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Chapter Eight A ringing sound brought Laney out of a funk. If she thought the week before the game had gone by slowly, she had been sadly mistaken. The nonexistent movement of time she suffered through now made that time seem like being caught in a whirlwind. Grant must have answered the phone. He was only working one day a week now. True to his word, John had found Grant full-time work among his construction crew. She was happy for Grant; she just couldn't work up the energy to show it. Not only had she been unable to find a new site for Leather and Lace, at least an affordable one with living conditions, but she was also late for her period. She had just realized it. She spent the rest of the day making every excuse under the sun. It was stress. It was because she couldn't eat and had already lost so much weight her cheeks were sunken. It was because of her inability to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time. After all, they had been careful. Condom wrappers had been scattered about after each lovemaking session. A flashback hit her. Frantic bodies searching for release as she sat legs wide apart on the counter. The feel of skin to skin, no barriers. It had been wonderful. Erotic. Frenzied. Every minute of it had been like a dream. Just the memories made her breasts tingle. Her insides clenched, a trickle of 90


moisture dampened her panties. Then she was forced back to reality. The reality of hurtful words and nasty accusations. A shaky hand went to her flat abdomen. It was true. No amount of excuses would change a thing. Confusion entered her heart. Not sure whether to laugh or to cry, she called for Grant. Letting him know she had an errand to run, she left the shop. A pharmacy located just around the corner would have what she needed. She could purchase a home test then she would know for sure. Then she could decide what to do. Later that night, Laney sat on her bed staring at the white stick she held in her hand. A mixture of apprehension and awe was written all over her face. All at once it was all right. The terrible pain was still centered in her chest, but she knew she would be okay. She had a business, a caring brother and more friends than she knew what to do with. She could do it. Even single, Laney knew she would be a good mother. Telling Luke would be difficult. He would be given every opportunity to be a father to their child, but she wouldn't force the responsibility on him. She also wouldn't marry him out of a sense of duty, no matter what happened, or what Luke said. **** Aw hell! Luke thought as he watched the man clomp his way up the front porch steps. He didn't need this. Not now. The guy had brass balls, he'd give him that. But why was he here? Why would Laney have told her new lover about him? 91


Luke swung the door wide before a knock sounded. The large man on the other side didn't wait. Without an invitation, he walked into Luke's house. Tension radiated off both men. Without warning, the man John turned and faced Luke. The door closed with a snap. Luke stepped further into the room facing his opponent. "I'd like to beat the hell out of you, but I promised Laney I wouldn't. Instead you and I are gonna talk." "There's nothing to talk about. Whatever was between us is over. I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into with that woman," Luke stated in way of warning. "You made her cry. No one makes my sister cry and gets away with it, so I would say there's a lot to talk about." The room tilted. His blood chilled. Nothing the man standing in front of him said registered after the 'my sister' part. Laney's puzzled expression was the first memory. Then the sight of her sinking to her knees, hands over her face, in the gravel parking lot of the ball park flittered across his mind. "Your sister?" he choked. "Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit!" he muttered, ramming his hand through his hair as he sank to the brown leather couch behind him. It was worse than he could have imagined. "Your sister?" he asked again, just to be sure. "Oh hell! I thought ... I thought. Oh shit! Never mind what I thought." Luke thrust his hand out in front of him. "Luke Thomas. I'm the idiot that's in love with your sister."

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It felt good to finally say it out loud. A weight lifted from his shoulders. Why couldn't he have faced the truth earlier? Why blame Laney for his suspicious nature? The man in front of him grasped his hand. "At least we agree on something," he said. At Luke's raised brow he continued. "I agree you're an idiot. So what are you going to do about it?" "Well, first I'd like to know the name of the man that's going to be my brother-in-law." A low chuckle came from Laney's brother. "John Richardson. "Yeah well, I know Laney loves me. At least she did," Luke said in lieu of an explanation. "You've got your work cut out for you after all you've put her through these past couple of weeks." It was plain as the nose on his face; John wanted to see him squirm. He went on to list his sins. "Let's see, first you compare Laney to your ex-wife. Then you accuse her of sleeping around, never giving her the chance to defend herself. And last but not least, you conveniently forget to tell her you own her building. Her lease is up soon, she's spent the better part of the past two weeks searching for a place to move Leather and Lace. "Not an easy feat considering she lives in the building. Of course, being the stubborn, independent woman she is, she flat out refused any help from me. Of any kind." "Damn!" Luke exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Did I miss anything?" John asked, his lips curving up at the corners. 93


"No, I'd say you just about covered it all. It doesn't matter though. I don't care what I have to do to get her back, to earn her trust. I'll do it. I love her dammit!" "Don't tell me, tell Laney, but I'm warning you, don't hurt her again." The men shook hands, John left. Luke's thoughts spun in a million different directions. The only thing he was sure of was he had to talk to Laney. He would crawl if he had to. If that didn't work, he would kidnap her and tie her to his bed until she agreed to marry him. Before he was done, she would once again be his.

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Chapter Nine Would the man never cease pursuing her? Laney listened to her answering machine as repeated messages from Luke played. It had been the same thing day after day. First his voice had been coaxing, at times pleading. As the days wore on though, he began to sound irritated, demanding. It surprised Laney that Luke had yet to show up at the store. She was glad because she didn't want to face him. Not completely sure she could remain calm, Laney preferred he stay away. At least until she knew how to tell him about the baby. It wasn't safe to be around Luke while her nerves were so jumbled. There was no telling what she would say or what she might do. There was so much to worry about. So much she didn't know about the father of her child. How would he react to the news? Would he be happy? What if he denied the baby? Even worse, what if he tried to take the baby from her? No, she might not know Luke well, but her heart knew he was not a cruel man. Would he insist on constant visits and if so, could she bear to see him that often and still retain her sanity? What if he insisted they marry? No way could she do it! The thought of a loveless marriage made her heart weep. She was afraid to tell him. There were so many possibilities it made her head ache to think about it all. 95


Laney had just turned out the lights when the bell over the door sounded. It was precisely the reason she had placed it there after the first time Luke had surprised her. Even with the bell, she was no more prepared to see him this time than she had been the first time he appeared in her store. Luke stood in front of her. Hands on his hips, lips pressed tightly together, a scowl on his face. He looked pissed, ready for an argument. Laney wasn't so sure she was up for it. "Luke," she said trying to control the trembling in her voice. He didn't greet her. Instead, he asked, "Everything settled here?" Looking around the room, Laney took note of the clean counter. She had just turned out the lights and the back door was locked. Why did he want to know? Unsure of his reason for asking, she turned to him and nodded. Without hesitation, Luke took her elbow and steered her toward the door. She was so shocked she didn't even think to argue until he took the key dangling from her wrist and locked the door. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded making an effort to pull her arm free from his vise-like grip. Without slowing down he said, "You won't answer my calls and you haven't left this damned building in days so I'm doing what I have to do in order to get you to listen. I'm taking you to my place where we can talk with no interruptions." 96


Of all the nerve! He actually thought she would agree to go with him after all he had said and done? The man was crazy! Trying with all her might, she dug in her heels and gave a yank on her arm. Before she knew what happened, the world tilted. She was viewing everything upside down. The only view she had was of the sidewalk rushing by as Luke's angry strides carried them away from her store. Further inspection brought into account just how close his glorious backside was. She longed to run her hands over him. To take him in her palm and squeeze, but that wouldn't happen. Instead, she did the same thing she had done the last time he left her no choice. She bit him. Air whooshed past her as she was plopped into the front seat of his car. She watched as he rubbed his right flank where her teeth had savaged his skin. Good! Serves the beast right! No sooner was the door closed than she reached for the handle to open it and get out. Luke leaned down and peered menacingly into the window. "Sit still, dammit!" he growled in a voice that brooked no argument. Crossing her arms protectively over her chest, she huffed a breath and leveled him with what she hoped was a look fit enough to kill. Or at least maim. He reached across her for the seat belt, his arm brushed her breast. The seat belt clicked into place and he removed his arm, once again making the most of the contact. Her heart fluttered making her skin tingle. 97


What could he possibly want to talk about? Hadn't he said enough already? Oh God! What if he'd found out about the baby! No, he couldn't have. Please don't let him know, she begged silently. Let me be the one to tell him. But why else would he be so angry? Oh, what a mess she had gotten herself into and all because she was tired of being a virgin. The churning in her stomach worsened. It made her more aware than ever of the secret nestled there. Her insides heated remembering a discussion they had once shared about his king sized, four-poster bed and all the things he wanted to do to her, with her, on that bed. She would have to steel herself. If she let him in again, the hurt would be unbearable. No longer could she agree to a relationship merely for physical gratification. She needed love, too bad it had taken her so long to realize it. **** Damned if she wasn't an awesome sight when she was mad. He stole a guarded look out the corner of his eye. Beautiful, that's what she was. He noted she had lost weight. The paleness of her skin worried him. She wasn't taking care of herself. Well, he would see to it that she did, right after she listened to what he had to say. Before the night was over she would accept his proposal and agree to move in with him. He would see to it. There were also a few other things he would see to. A few phone calls had started the ball rolling on what he hoped to be a wonderful surprise. Not being the best man with words, 98


he'd decided to show Laney just how much he loved her. How sorry he was for making her pay for his ex-wife's infidelity. His arm still tingled where it had brushed against her breast. Not only that, but his backside throbbed where the vamp bit him, again. Whew, she had a set of teeth. It would do him good to remember that, he warned himself. Only the wrong picture came to mind. Instead of the painful bites he thought about another type. The sort that could make him come in a matter of seconds. He knew, only too well, how good she was with her mouth. His shaft stiffened at the thought. Desire coursed through him; he had to fight it. There was so much to work out before he could carry her to his bed and do all the wicked things he dreamed about. Pulling up in front of his house, Luke parked the car, got out and opened Laney's door. She ignored the hand he offered and got out on her own. The woman was stubborn as a mule, he thought, while muttering oaths under his breath. He hustled her into his house, not stopping to show her a thing. Instead, he dragged her into the kitchen, pulled out a chair and pointed to it. Her raised chin warned of her mood. It didn't matter, he wouldn't relent. "Sit." "What the hell do I look like, a dog?" she fumed. His look scorched her as it raked her body. The fullness of her breasts was barely contained in the low cut blouse. Tan slacks hugged her hips. He could only imagine what type of underwear she had on. 99


"Far from it, Laney. Far from it," he drawled, a wicked gleam in his eye. She must have realized he meant business because she did as he asked. Now, where to start? "This isn't easy for me and you may never hear me say the words again, so listen closely," he began. "I was an idiot to accuse you of the things I did. An even bigger idiot not to trust you with who I really am. Once I had gotten to know you there was no reason not to tell you that I was the owner of your building. Over the years I've grown used to leaving the fact that I'm a millionaire out of relationships. It's easier that way. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you dammit! I didn't want to fall in love with you, but I did." Not an inch, she hadn't moved an inch. Shimmering tears filled her eyes, but not a muscle moved in response. She acted as if she hadn't heard him. He opened his mouth to speak when she asked in a small, tear filled voice. "You love me?" "Of course I love you. Why do you think I acted like such an idiot? I was so jealous when I saw you in John's arms, I couldn't think straight. After the experience with my ex, I just couldn't take it. I wanted to tear him limb from limb." Before he could say anything else she was out of her chair and had her body pressed fully against his. Everything inside him swelled, as well as an intriguing outside part of him. Dare he hope? The look on her face had him worried. She was angry. "Why didn't you just ask me? I promised you, Luke. I told you I would go to no other man as long as we were still 100


together. I can't believe you thought so little of me." She was crying now. It tore at his heart. "What did I do to make you think of me that way? Is it because..." she gulped back a huge sob, "because I was the one to proposition you? Do you think I'm ... that I'm a whor— " "Don't, Laney! Don't even think it. It was all me sweetheart, you did nothing wrong. It was me, but I'm going to make it up to you starting tonight. Starting right now, even if it takes the rest of my life." On bended knee he asked, "Marry me, Laney. Tell me you forgive me. Spend the rest of your life with me, please." Tears streamed down her pale cheeks. He hated to see her cry, but hoped the new tears were of joy. New tears that would wash away all the sorrow. "Yes. Yes, Luke I'll marry you," she said. He leaned in to her, stealing a kiss hot enough to cook a seven course meal. "Say it, Laney," Luke demanded. "Tell me you love me." "Oh, Luke. I think I've loved you since the first day I caught you standing behind me checking me out." "Good, because I want you in my life, in my bed. Forever." They never made it to the big four-poster bed. Instead, clothes were stripped where they stood in the kitchen and the table was quickly relinquished of its burdensome items. **** Luke watched as Laney slept. A few phone calls to make sure her engagement surprise would be ready and he was 101


back in bed nestled closely to her backside. His erection throbbed for relief. He just couldn't seem to get enough of her. He nuzzled her neck; a sigh slipped past her kiss swollen lips. Rolling her slowly to her back, he took her in his arms. When she was fully awake, he got out of bed and padded barefoot across the floor to his dresser. After digging briefly in the top drawer he came back with two lengths of silk. He watched her watch him. "Remember what I said I wanted to do to you in my bed sweetheart?" Laney could only nod. He smiled a reckless smile. "I say now is as good a time as any. What do you say?" Again, she could only nod. He watched as she swallowed. There was no sign of fear in her eyes. Her body was as relaxed as it could be with anticipation coursing through her veins. Her breathless pants were like music to his ears. Naked nipples were beaded, begging for attention. "Roll over, Laney," he quietly commanded. When she did as he asked, he placed a couple of pillows under her hips raising her bottom in the air. "Your hands. Stretch them out there. That's a girl," he crooned when she complied. He made quick work of tying her snug, but not too tight. Working his way up, he kissed the sensitive backs of her knees. She shivered under his touch. It was magic. He wanted it to last. His tongue flicked out over the lower curve of her derriere. She wiggled and moaned. 102


With his hands, he held her hips still as he parted her for a taste. He worked her with his tongue and fingers, wringing every last spasm from her. When she lay limp and sated he unbound her wrists, helped her turn over and started again until they were shouting their release. Bodies, glistening with sweat, held on to one another as tightly as they did their love. **** Morning arrived much sooner than she wanted it to. She had to open the store, but first she needed to shower and change. Last night had been like a fairy tale. Luke's proposal and declaration of love were still fresh on her mind. What happened throughout the night had been emotional, erotic. When she thought of being tied up, her body grew taut. Her clit throbbed. She had loved every minute of it. Only one thing was left, she had to tell him about the baby. Just then, he came into the kitchen where she sat at his table. He was disheveled. Faded jeans covered lean hips. The top button was still undone, teasing her. His hair was a mess. It looked as though she had just run her fingers through it. Oh man! He was like a walking billboard for sex. He sat next to her at the table. She was a bit unsure what to say, so was very happy when he opened his mouth to talk. "We didn't really discuss much last night," he said as he reached across the table taking her hand in his. "I was wondering what you thought about living here? You could hire someone to watch the store. Someone looking for a small place with cheap rent. I know it's presumptuous of me, but 103


I'd like to spend as much time with you as possible. I have an office here in the house I do the majority of my work from. You could use it anytime. I want lots of babies, Laney and I want to be with you through it all." She couldn't help it. She started crying again. Relief washed through her. It was all she had ever wanted, but had never allowed herself to dream. A husband who loved her, kids and a way to keep her business. "Yeah, it's okay," she cried into his bare chest. "Then why the tears, sweetheart?" he asked tenderly. "Because I didn't know how to tell you. I've been trying to think of a way to ... I wanted to, but I wasn't sure how you would react..." she couldn't seem to get the words out. Strong hands set her away. His face looked pinched. "What is it, baby? What did you want to tell me?" "Oh, Luke. I'm already pregnant," she said watching his face. His hands stilled on her back. Then his face spread in a wide grin. Relief, like none she had ever felt, engulfed her. "I'm going to be a..." he broke off. Then reaching down he placed a large hand over her tummy where their baby lay. "I didn't hurt you did I? Oh no, I threw you over my shoulder. I made love to you on the table. Good Lord! I tied you to the bed," he rushed out all on one breath. Laney giggled. "I'm fine, Luke. We're fine. And just in case you're not certain, you can come with me to my first appointment later today. But first I need to get to work." It amazed Laney how fast men could get dressed. In a matter of minutes, Luke had showered and changed. They 104


drove to her store, barely able to keep their hands to themselves. When they pulled up, Laney gasped at the sight in front of her. Over the door of Leather and Lace hung the biggest red bow she had ever seen in her life. John and Grant were both there. John shook Luke's hand, handed over some papers. It was strange to see the three men together. She followed Luke with her eyes as he made his way back to her. "Surprise, sweetheart. I wanted to give you an engagement gift you would never forget," he said as he handed her the papers John had just given him. A bit apprehensive, Laney unfolded the papers. A deed. He had given her the building. Good God! What could he be thinking? He must have read her mind because he took her in his arms and told her. "I don't ever want you to feel as though you have to move your business. It's yours to do with as you please, and it will always remain that way. So enjoy sweetheart. "Oh, Luke," she cried. "There is no gift in the world that could equal what you've already given me." With a hand on her still flat abdomen he said in a low tone, for her ears only. "You've already given me everything I could possibly want." Then, that naughty little twinkle lit his eyes and he added, "Well, almost. I'll help you learn the rest of what I want after your appointment. When we get back home, and I have you under me, naked in bed." The End 105


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