Trina's Afternoon Delight

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Trina’s Afternoon Delight ISBN # 1-4199-0828-6 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Trina’s Afternoon Delight Copyright© 2006 Marilyn Lee Edited by Heather Osborn. Photography and cover art by Les Byerley. Electronic book Publication: November 2006 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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TRINA’S AFTERNOON DELIGHT

Marilyn Lee

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Chapter One “Are you sure you want to do this, Trina?” Trina Harris closed her second suitcase and placed it on the floor beside her bed before turning to look at her first cousin and best friend, Devoni Mitchell. Every time she looked at Voni, Trina was amazed that some discerning man hadn’t married her. Tall and full-figured, Voni had beautiful, clear honey-bronze skin and an amazing personality to complement her stunning good looks. Slightly heavier, but no less gorgeous, Voni reminded Trina of Queen Latifah. Trina sat on the side of her bed and nodded. “Do you remember how Granny Sadie Rose always said her grandchildren would one day meet and marry handsome men when they least expected it?” Voni smiled. “How could I not? If she said it once, she must have said it a thousand times.” “Remember the qualifiers? She said we’d have to be prepared to takes chances and risks to be happy.” “She called it a leap of faith.” “Yes. She said we’d have to take a leap of faith when we were close to our fortieth birthdays.” Voni rolled her eyes. “I loved her to pieces, but sometimes I swear her and her Cajun voodoo predictions doomed us both to be old maids. All her talk about a grand passion made ordinary men seem like settling.” Trina shook her head. “It wasn’t voodoo, Voni.” “Then what was it? How could she possibly know when we’d find true love?” “I don’t know, but I do know she wasn’t often wrong.”

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“No? Then how do you explain Brandi and Shea both being happily married before they were thirty, while you and I are on our way to becoming old maids?” She shrugged. “I can’t explain it, Voni.” “We’re all first cousins. You know what I think the difference between us and them was?” “What? They were better looking, skinnier and easier to please?” Voni laughed. “They didn’t believe her and got on with their lives. We did believe her, which led to our expecting too much from the men we met.” “Maybe so, but you know what? Despite what you said, I’ve played it safe my whole life and I’m still searching for a man who can love and accept me just as I am. Well, now I’m ready to be happy, so I’m going to take this risk…this leap of faith.” “Look, girl, I know what Granny S used to say as well as you do, but what does meeting and marrying a man have to do with this week?” “Probably nothing.” Trina looked at Voni and grinned. “This is something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time but never had the courage to do. I know you think it’s a shocking waste of money. Maybe it is, but if I don’t do this now, I will always wish I had…when it’s too late—like when I’m happily married.” Voni sat beside her on the bed, a worried look in her dark eyes. “The money isn’t my biggest concern, Trina.” She nodded slowly. “I know, but this is a reputable place, Voni. That’s why it’s so expensive. They spent several weeks checking me out before I could even apply for one of the suites there. They do the same with everyone who applies.” Voni shook her head slowly. “Maybe so, but I don’t know if this is a good idea.” “I know I can’t really afford to do this, but I’ve decided to look upon it as an early birthday present to myself.” “Trina—”

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“Voni… I think that after years of relationships where lovers drop me like I have some loathsome disease when I reveal my sexual needs, I deserve a little pleasure.” “I know you do, but—” “This is something I have to do, Voni.” “Okay, but promise me you’ll be careful.” Trina nodded. “Of course I’ll be careful. Now will you stop worrying,” she grinned, “and take this leap of faith with me?” Voni nodded. “Of course I will. Hasn’t it always been me and you against the world?” “Yes. It has.” “Right. So have a good time, but don’t lose sight of the fact that this is not about reality. This is about fulfilling a fantasy. Despite what Granny S said, you can’t expect this guy to want anything but sex. When this week is over, it will be time to get back to reality.” Trina nodded. “Don’t worry, Voni, I know the deal. I won’t lose sight of the fact that my partner for the week will also be fulfilling a fantasy and won’t be looking for love.” Voni frowned. “Looking for love? Oh, Trina, please tell me you’re not going there looking for love.” Trina dismissed a small, eager inner voice that hinted that finding love with a man who shared her sexual preferences would be ideal. She shook her head. “Of course I’m not! I just want one week where I can let my hair down. I want to be myself without worrying what my partner will think when I admit to wanting something a little different. But don’t worry. I’ll come back refreshed and ready to settle back into reality. And when Mr. Right finally comes along, I’ll be ready to leap into his arms. Okay?” Voni rose, her dark eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “Okay then. You ready to get this show on the road?”

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Trina rose. After years of longing, she was about to spend a week immersed in a lifestyle that nearly everyone would be surprised held any appeal for her. She was all at once excited and afraid. “Yes.” Voni nodded. “Okay.” They carried her bags out to her car, hugged each other, then Trina got into her car and drove away. Two hours later, gaining admittance through a high, ornate, sevenfoot iron fence, Trina drove down a long, winding driveway. She parked her car in the stone drive in front of a huge country mansion. She turned off the ignition and sat still, trying to calm her suddenly pounding heart. She gripped the steering wheel, feeling a bead of sweat roll down her back. Oh Lord. What had she done? A handsome man dressed in a dark suit moved forward. She took a deep breath and unlocked her door. The man inclined his head slightly and opened her door. “Ma’am?” Okay. It was probably too late to decide this was not a good idea after all. She smiled and slipped out of her car. “Thank you.” A pretty, statuesque woman with beautiful skin the color of milk chocolate descended the steps. She smiled and extended her hand. “I’m Carla. Welcome to As You Like It.” Trina smiled, extending her own hand. “Thank you.” Carla nodded toward the man who had slid behind the wheel of Trina’s car. “James will see that your bags and keys are taken to your room after he parks your car. If you’ll come with me, I’ll give you your orientation and show you to your room and shared suite.”

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Her shared suite. That she would share with a man she’d never met. She sucked in a breath and fought back a wave of panic. She’d already decided it was too late to wonder if this had been a mistake. Still, anxiety threatened to consume her. Heart pounding, she followed Carla up the wide steps and into a two-story-high foyer dominated by an exquisite crystal chandelier and a wide oak staircase on either side of the room. Carla gestured to a door to the left. “This way.” She opened the door and ushered Trina into a large office with a beautiful teak desk and dark mahogany leather furnishings. She indicated a plush sofa along one wall. “Please have a seat.” Trina sat. “Would you like some refreshments?” “No, thank you.” Carla walked over to a filing cabinet, retrieved a folder and returned to sit on the sofa next to Trina. She spent a moment looking over the folder’s contents before looking at Trina. “I’m pleased to say that we were able to satisfy your request.” Trina swallowed quickly, a wave of excitement replacing her anxiety. “You were?” Carla smiled. “Yes. I feel certain you will be pleased with our choice of companion for the coming week. And I’ve added one or two elements I hope you’ll find surprising and enjoyable.” Trina was intrigued. “Now you have my attention.” “Shall I disclose them now or would you rather discover them for yourself?” “To know upfront might be nice, but discovering them later might be even nicer.” Carla nodded. “I thought you might prefer that. However, if at any time you have concerns or questions, I will be available to assist you any hour of the day or night. My sole purpose this week is to ensure that your fantasy week is everything you want it to be.” The warmth and openness in her manner erased Trina’s remaining tension. “Thank you.”

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Carla inclined her head. “Now let me show you to your room so you can freshen up, and then I’ll show you to your shared suite.”

***** Two hours later, clad only in a skimpy red silk bra and thong, black stockings and three-inch heels, Trina again questioned her sanity. She cast a look around the room. In its center was a huge four-poster bed with fur-lined handcuffs dangling from the head and foot. Several feet from the bed stood a freestanding sex swing that looked sturdy enough to bear her weight. Along one wall was a bondage rack equipped with various items guaranteed to tease, please and delight. She went damp thinking of the pleasures she had been promised, most of which she hoped to watch in the mirrors strategically placed around the room and on the ceiling above the bed. When she turned her attention back to the mirror in front of her, a full-figured, brown-skinned woman with large, full breasts, big legs, a softly swelling belly and a well-rounded rump stared back at her. A number of men had called her pretty, but at thirty-nine, she had yet to meet a man who appreciated a sexually confident, full-figured woman who wanted something more than vanilla sex. Weary of waiting and hoping to meet a partner who could accept her sexual preferences, she had decided to take matters into her own hands and pay for the privilege. When the week was over, she would go back to being a rather sedate accountant who helped support her elderly parents and had to watch every other penny she spent. She heard footsteps approaching. He was coming. The lights in the room whispered out. Moments later, the door opened. A dim, almost imperceptible light in the hallway revealed a masculine and a feminine silhouette. She couldn’t see the man’s features, but just knowing she was so close to having her fantasies fulfilled sent a fresh rush of moisture into her thong. “It’s time to don your blindfold,” Carla announced.

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Trina blinked and glanced down at her right hand, which held the forgotten scrap of red silk she could no longer see. So much for watching herself being pleasured in all those lovely mirrors adorning the room. Oh well. When the week was over, she would have to make do with the video for which she’d paid extra. “Don your blindfold.” Moistening her lips, she fastened the mask over her eyes. Carla spoke again. “You both have a week to explore your deepest desires. Enjoy each other to the fullest.” The door closed and Trina knew she was alone with a strange male who would hopefully do all sorts of wicked, lustful things to her. Her heart thumped. She heard something that sounded like a zipper sliding down. Footsteps sounded along the hardwood portion of the floor. They were alone. Oh Lord! Fresh moisture pooled in her thong. Her legs shook. Her fantasy was about to become a reality. She had never been more ready.

***** Tyler Maxwell, rich and bored with women chasing him for his fortune and then cheating the moment his back was turned, flicked a switch on the wall. Soft light illuminated the room and the blindfolded woman who stood in front of him. What he saw surprised him. His playmate for the next week was definitely not a supermodel type. Although tall, this lovely woman was rather deliciously full-figured, with heavy thighs, big breasts, a sexy, rounded belly and a very well-padded ass that looked like it would hold up well to a vigorous spanking. She had lovely milk-chocolate-colored skin and long dark hair that fell in a soft cloud around her shoulders. She was more woman than he’d ever slept with, yet she looked alluring in the tiny bits of underwear that drew his gaze to her large breasts and then to her barely concealed pussy. His cock stirred as he stood gazing at her.

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Although he had told Carla he wanted to be surprised by her choice of woman, he had not expected to find himself presented with a woman who was not only plus-sized but black as well. He had not been with a black woman since college. Now the idea of spending a week with this lovely woman aroused both his interest and his libido. Eager to have sex with her, he made his way to a dresser covered with all manner of oils, feathers and spanking implements. With his hand hovering over a red suede flogger, he paused. It wouldn’t be polite to just walk into the room, gape at her and begin flogging all that lovely dark skin without first assuring her he intended to see to her pleasure as well as his own. Keeping his gaze on her, standing tense, her breathing raspy, he stripped to his underwear. He glanced down at the bulge in his briefs. These days, it was unusual for him to become so easily aroused. It was time to introduce himself. Then the fun could begin.

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Chapter Two With the blindfold on, Trina’s other senses were alert. She listened to the sounds of him removing his clothing with a heightened passion. She wished she’d caught a glimpse of his face or heard his voice. She longed to know so many things about the man to whom she was surrendering herself. Yet her lack of knowledge served to add another element of wicked delight to her sense of embracing the forbidden. To surrender control to a man she knew absolutely nothing about was thrilling. Yet she had many questions and concerns. Would he be gentle and considerate of her needs and feelings? Or would he assume any woman who agreed to place herself at the mercy of a strange man deserved whatever she got? What if he was a selfish lover who would seek his own pleasure and leave her sexually frustrated? Fantasies were one thing, but this was madness. The enormity of what she’d done hit her and panic raced through her. She had to get out of this mess—now. She lifted shaking hands to remove her blindfold. Big, warm, gentle hands brushed her shoulders. A calm invaded her senses and settled over her body. Without saying a word, he reassured her she would be safe with him. She sucked in a deep breath and relaxed, allowing her hands to drop to her sides. He gently caressed her, running his fingertips along the undersides of her breasts, over her stomach and down her thighs. A tingle danced down her spine. It had been an eternity since she had been touched with such tenderness tinged with suppressed passion. She trembled, longing for the lovemaking to begin. Not that one could call what would happen between them making love. This was all about her last chance to fulfill a longstanding fantasy. Yet a part of her longed for passion and desire that was motivated by love. 13

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Her heart beat a wild tattoo against her chest when he drew her into his arms. She stifled a sigh of disappointment. He was going to take her without any further tenderness. Although she was still blindfolded, she closed her eyes, waiting for his cock to push past the skimpy thong on its way to invading and conquering her pussy. Instead, he simply held her, cradling her body against his. With his cheek pressed against hers, he took slow deep breaths, as if delighting in the feel of her while savoring her scent. After a moment, she leaned into him, allowing her senses to take over and tell her about him. As she had suspected, he was naked except for his briefs. He was tall and well-muscled with those deliciously sculpted abs all the handsome hunks in magazines sported. The muscle that held most of her interest was hard. She wiggled her hips against his in an effort to gauge its size. Oh yes. Unless her senses deceived her, he was a very satisfying size. She trembled with a combination of hunger and anticipation. She trailed her fingers along his muscular chest, encountering a sprinkling of soft, silky hair. Nice. Very nice. She sucked in a breath, deciding he was younger than her. And if the texture of his hair was any indication, he was not black. Her heart thudded. She had never been with a man who wasn’t black. This must be the surprise Carla had planned for her. Did she want to do this? He moved against her, running his hands over her body. Her doubts vanished. The possibility that he was of another race and younger sent her excitement level soaring. Hungry to taste his passion, she lifted her head, parting her lips, wantonly inviting his kiss. Although he brushed the fingertips of one hand along her cheek and lips, he made no attempt to kiss her. She turned her heated cheek against his shoulder. For her, kissing was an important part of sexual intercourse. She loved to be kissed before, during and after sex. Should

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she read anything into his lack of desire to kiss her? Or was she being too sensitive? Maybe he’d kiss her later. He released her, took one of her hands in his and led her across the room. She walked confidently with him, liking the feel of his fingers linked through hers. After several moments he brought her to a gentle stop. “Get ready.” His deep, warm voice rippled over her heightened senses like a soft, irresistible caress. What would a man with such a sexy, cultured baritone voice look like? She decided he was a young, pretty, blue-eyed blond looking for an older woman to be his sugar mama. Her lips twitched. Too bad her financial position wouldn’t allow her to accommodate him. But for the next week, he was hers…rather, she was his. She planned to satisfy his every sexual whim and demand. If she did, maybe he would reward her by spanking her. A shiver of longing filled her at the thought of his big palm striking her ass. Gentle hands on her shoulders urged her backward. She took several tentative steps and felt something soft and yielding at her back. Even as she realized where she stood, he had fastened a soft leather restraint around her waist, securing her to the bondage rack. She moistened her lips and concentrated on keeping her knees from knocking. Leaving her hands free, he leaned forward, allowing her to feel the bulge in his briefs pressing against her. Her hands instinctively closed around his waist, pulling him closer. She slid her palms around his body, over his taut buns. Closing her eyes, she slowly, sensuously ground herself against him. A jolt of desire shot through her. Feeling both lustful and needy, she lifted her head, allowing her lips to slowly quiver open, longing to feel warm, passionate lips devouring hers.

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He caressed the outside of her thighs before drawing away from her. His fingertips pushed the skimpy strip of her thong aside and he flicked a thumb over her clit. She sucked in a breath and parted her legs. His warm, probing fingers found their way inside her—slowly sliding in and out with an easy, heavenly rhythm. “Hmm.” She closed her eyes. She had been a long time without a lover and his fingers felt so good. The restraint around her waist kept her from pressing too close to the fingers sending waves of delight through her. Longing for him to speed up the pace and slide a third finger inside her, she wiggled her hips. Almost as if he’d read her mind, he withdrew from her before plunging back inside her, this time with three fingers. A wave of heat and pleasure lapped at her, tightening the muscles in her stomach. “Yes! Oh yes. Harder…a little harder…and deeper. Please.” She jerked at his hips in frustration. “I’ll give the orders here,” he informed her in that low, warm baritone that danced along her spine like a sweet rebuke. “Harder,” she insisted, feeling liquid heat building in the pit of her stomach. “More…deeper…faster. More. I need more now.” He punished her by stopping the delicious movements and removing his fingers. “No!” She pressed her legs together in a futile attempt to keep his fingers inside her. “Please. Put them back,” she begged. Instead, he gripped her hips. His warm lips moved along one shoulder blade, finally coming to rest between her breasts. He licked and kissed the hardened nipples peeking at him from the strategically cut holes in her bra. She shuddered and moaned softly as he drew one tip between his lips. He gently sucked and laved the nipple until her pussy gushed. He gave the other nipple the same

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loving attention before he kissed his way down her body, stopping with his mouth against her thong. She parted her legs and slowly rotated her hips. He eased the thong aside. “You have a pretty pussy.” He parted her wet folds. “Dark, fragrant lips and pretty and pink inside. It looks sweet and hot.” “It is hot and sweet. Taste it,” she invited in a shameless voice. He laughed softly and trailed his tongue along the entire length of her slit with exquisite slowness, pausing to savor the experience. “Hmmm.” He rained several hot, moist kisses against her pulsing flesh. Then he parted her folds again and nibbled at her. “You’re right,” he whispered. “It’s hot and very sweet.” The series of soft, satisfied murmurs that escaped his lips between kisses sent a rush of lust through her. She moaned. Kissing was nice but she needed more. “Please.” He touched the tip of his tongue against her clit. A surge of pleasure sizzled through her and she nearly came. “Oh that’s good, but I need more. Stick it in!” He licked her slit. “Stick what in where?” He sounded amused and she flushed, wetting her lips. Was he into humiliation? Did he intend to make her beg for her satisfaction? “What is it that you want me to stick in? And where shall I stick it? What do you want? My fingers? My tongue? What?” The deep-voiced questions, breathed against her aching pussy, taunted her. If nothing else, she had learned that the only way to get what she wanted sexually was to ask for it. If he expected her to be ashamed to voice her needs, he would be in for a surprise. She’d planned this entire week for the sole purpose of freely expressing her needs and having them satisfied.

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She lifted her chin. “I want you to shove your cock deep in my wet, hot pussy,” she told him in a firm voice. “Hmmm.” He nibbled at her clit. “What do you want me to do once my cock is buried deep in your wet, hot pussy?” “Fuck me until my knees knock!” “Hmmm.” He licked her clit, sending another delicious wave of pleasure through her. “Did I hear a please?” “No, you didn’t and you’re not going to, damn it. If you want begging and humiliation, go find someone who isn’t paying for the privilege of being fucked!” His warm, deep laughter danced along her senses like a potent aphrodisiac. “Do you know how sexy a woman who isn’t afraid to demand what she wants is? I’m tempted to devour your pussy.” “Stop talking and give me what I’m paying for.” He licked her wet folds. “You have a sharp tongue for someone bound to a bondage rack.” “So?” “So? So this.” He rewarded her outspokenness with a slap that left her right thigh tingling. She sucked in a breath, remembering the floggers and other spanking implements spread so invitingly along the dresser top. Would he use one of them on her? Lord, she hoped so. She suspected there would be few things more exciting than having a big, powerful man spank her ass on his way to fucking her senseless. She trembled, imagining what his hand would feel like cupping and then spanking her quivering ass cheeks. He parted the lips of her sex and kissed and licked at the tender insides of her pussy again. She gasped, the muscles of her stomach tightening. “Hmmm.”

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He licked her entire length, inhaling deeply. He murmured softly, as if her scent delighted him. His tongue weaved its way inside her, making her entire body tense and contract with anticipation. The sensations caused by his mouth and tongue were pleasant, but… “More.” His warm mouth settled against her clit. A jolt of pleasure quickly spread along her nerve endings, setting her passions aflame. Moaning softly, as her climax approached, she tugged against the restraint at her waist. It held her securely. She reached out and curled her fingers in his soft, silky hair, holding his head tight against her body. “Eat me.” He sucked and gently bit at her clit while he finger-fucked her. She squirmed wildly against his hand. She had never had a man give her such an exquisitely sweet finger fuck. She rotated her hips and thrust her pussy against his face. He drew slightly away and spoke in a brusque tone. “You’re so wet.” “Make me wetter.” Sucking on her clit, he inserted a third finger, thrusting deep and forcefully inside her. “Oooh yes!” she cried out, curling her fingers in his short hair. “Oh yes. That’s good. So good!” A wave of desire tightened her belly and thundered down into her pussy. She exploded, coming in a rush of heat and desire that made her knees buckle. He removed his fingers from her, clasped his hands over her thighs and buried his face against her. His tongue, wet and warm, slid into her. He ate her with a greedy enjoyment that kept her pussy moist long after the last delicious tingle of pleasure ebbed from her climaxing body. That one orgasm alone was worth the money, she thought happily. He pressed a last hot kiss against her pussy before rising. He moved away from her for several moments.

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She heard rustling and hoped he was removing his briefs and putting on a condom. Moments later, he kneeled in front of her again. He kissed his way up her body, lingering for a very satisfying length of time over her belly before continuing up to her breasts. He tongued each nipple until they hardened, and then he moved close. She felt his hard length pressed against her wet thong. A fresh wave of moisture shot down between her legs. “I want some cock,” she moaned. “You’re going to get some.” Settling his lips on her right breast, he placed her hand over his cock. “But first I’ve had enough of this damn thing.” “Thing? What—hey!” He grabbed the thong and ripped it off her. “Do you have any idea how much that cost?” He stroked her pussy. “I’ll buy you another one.” “You’d better.” “Do you want to talk or do you want to fuck?” She closed her fingers around him and placed the head of his dick against her slit. He sucked in a deep breath and then thrust against her. Her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure as his thick length parted her wet folds and shot into her aching passage. She pushed her hips forward, eagerly accepting the hard length plowing into her. She tightened herself around him as he bottomed out in her. “Ooooh. Hmmm.” When he was fully seated in her, he slid his hands down her thighs, grinding his hips against hers. “Oh God, you have a sweet, tight pussy.” She buried her face against his shoulder. Pretending the hard flesh was his mouth, she pressed her parted lips against him and licked at his shoulder.

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He slid an arm around her waist and took her slowly, clearly savoring each leisurely thrust. She wiggled her hips and longed for his kiss. But having been repulsed twice, she wasn’t about to beg to be kissed again. Even without the romance she always associated with kissing during sex, she felt hot and sexy. A helix of liquid heat formed in the pit of her belly, threatening to engulf her. As it built, she licked her lips and tossed her head from side to side, shoving her hips upward to encourage deep, powerful movements. “Fuck me hard and deep.” He slapped her thigh, sending a delicious jolt through her. “Oooh!” “Are you enjoying being fucked?” “Yes. Oh yes. Don’t stop.” “I have no intentions of stopping until we both come.” Sliding his hands around her body, he squeezed her ass and thrust his hips forward. “Oooh yes.” Kissing one breast and fondling the other, he increased the force and speed of his strokes. Releasing her cheeks, he placed his hands on the bondage board beside her thighs, leaned in close and began stroking harder. He grunted with soft satisfaction each time he sank his thick length balls-deep into her wet cunt. She tossed her head back against the rack, her body on the verge of yet another fiery explosion. She closed her eyes, clenched her hands into fists at her sides and surrendered to the sweet fire burning in her. “Oooh…oh yes!” Keeping his lower body pressed tight against hers, he shortened his strokes and rained stinging blows against the sides of her legs. The fire burning in her belly quickly spread to her pussy and she exploded, straining against her bonds and crying out with pleasure. Spreading his legs and thrusting up hard, he stiffened and sank his teeth into her breast. He lay against her, shuddering and breathing deep, thrusting hard into her pussy as he came.

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When he finally stopped coming, he slumped against her. Sighing softly, she wrapped her arms around him and held him, stroking her hands over his damp back. “Good pussy, huh?” “More than good,” he groaned, licking her nipples. Relishing the afterglow of her own climax, she wished there was nothing between their bodies. She longed for a bare, flesh-to-flesh, ivory-to-ebony sexual encounter. But that was out of the question. She sighed with regret, reluctantly releasing him when he drew away. She felt empty without his thick length buried in her. Moments later, she felt the restraints around her waist loosening. He removed her bra, leaving her totally nude. She shivered but stood with her chin up, confident that although her body was far from perfect, she had pleased him. “Well?” “Well, what?” “Will I do?” “Yes.” She smiled, pleased by the wealth of passion he managed to pack into the one brusque word. He linked his fingers through hers and gave a gentle tug. “Come.” “Where?” He slapped her ass. “Come and find out.” Her pulse raced as she contemplated what he might have in mind next. Her legs felt weak and she longed to lie on the bed and have him eat her pussy again. The man had a devilish tongue and a pussy-eating technique that aroused her as few other lovers had. “Okay,” she whispered in a low, excited voice. Instead of leading her over to the bed, he led her across the room. Her bare feet sank into thick carpeting. She wet her lips. She could smell leather. Her breath

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quickened. They were at the swing. He encouraged her to inch backward. She did and felt the swing gently sway against her butt. He held it still. “Sit,” he instructed softly. “And extend your arms.” “What are you going to do?” The words hissed through her lips in a breathless rush. “What I’m not going to do is play twenty questions with you.” He pressed his hands against her shoulders. “I like your sass, but right now I just want you to do as you’re told. Sit.” He guided her until her butt settled against the seat. Her cheeks were exposed, the leather seat circling only the outer edges of her bottom. He fastened her arms over her head, strapped soft, supple pieces of leather over her thighs and moved away. She tilted her head, listening intently, but she couldn’t decide what he was doing. Finally she caught the faint sound of ripping foil. He was putting on a new condom. The thought of his thick flesh taking possession of her pussy again sent a fresh rush of liquid heat burning through her. She licked her lips and waited impatiently. He returned moments later to rub his sheathed cock along the length of her slit. A tingle danced down her spine. He moved closer, running his fingers along the length of her wet heat. He parted her folds, slipping two fingers inside. “You’re so wet.” He inhaled deeply. “And you smell delicious. I love the smell of a moist, aroused cunt.” He flicked his tongue against her nipples. “You have such large breasts, such curvy legs…and a big, brown ass. You’re all dark loveliness. I’m going to fuck you again and love every second of it.” “So will I, if you actually get around to doing more than talking about it!” His soft laughter excited her. “Oh don’t you worry, baby, I’m going to fuck you all right. I love a woman who isn’t afraid to admit she hungers for my cock. Talk dirty to me. It excites me.” “I want your cock. Give it to me.”

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“You’re going to get it.” He sucked one of her breasts into his mouth and ground his hips against hers. She bit her lip, eagerly rotating her hips. “So give it to me already, before I take it.” He slapped her ass and pressed his cock against her entrance. “First, tell me how you want it, baby.” “However you want to give it to me.” “Right answer,” he whispered and eased his hips forward. She gasped with pleasure as he languidly stroked each inch of his shaft into her. His slow movements heightened her anticipation of the delights to come. When he was balls-deep inside her, he lay against her, not moving as he greedily sucked at her breasts. She moaned. He sucked her breasts as well as he ate pussy. He did both so well, he increased her hunger to be fucked again. She thrust her hips forward. “Please. Fuck me.” “One fuck coming up, my sweet brown wanton.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and began to stab his cock in and out of her with a fierce hunger that made her even wetter and oh-so hot. She felt as if she were on fire. She closed her eyes and fucked herself back at him, closing her fingers around his taut ass. A hard slap on her right ass cheek sent a charge of electricity sizzling through her. “Oooh yes. Just like that… Again…please.” “You like that?” She moaned and lifted her face a fraction, longing for the added bliss of his kiss. Just one long, demanding kiss would send her over the edge and into a wild, hot, orgasmic release. More sharp blows to her cheeks heightened her pleasure. When he moved closer, crushing her breasts against his chest, she cried out and came, her pussy clasping and sucking at his cock.

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Sliding his hands around her waist, he plundered her pussy with a heated passion that threatened to make her come all over again. Lord, he knew how to fuck a woman senseless. Just as she was about to climax again, he groaned, stiffened and then pulled out of her.

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Chapter Three Trina felt cheated. Even though he wore a condom, she’d wanted to feel the pressure and pleasure as he thrust into her on the way to his release. She sat in the swing with her legs held apart, trembling. His quickened breathing told her he was not far from his own climax. She licked her lips in anticipation of feeling him sliding back into her. She was so ready for that, she could almost taste her need. Instead, he moved behind her and adjusted the height of the swing. Her cheeks were parted and a cool, soothing substance slid into her behind. She caught her breath, her heart racing. It had been an age since she’d had anal sex. Just the thought of a stiff cock sliding up her neglected rear was enough to make her juices freely flow down one thigh. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck. “Get ready, baby. I’m going to fuck your sweet brown ass.” She pressed her hips backward, telling him without words that she welcomed the anal penetration. He held her cheeks apart and rotated his hips, allowing his cock to rub against her puckered rear. Delectable sensations shot through her. She bit her lip and nearly stopped breathing as he pushed forward and lodged the head of his shaft just inside her body. “Hmmm,” she moaned and shuddered in anticipation of the delights awaiting her once his full length was sliding in and out of her bottom. He spent several moments kissing her neck and shoulders, giving her time to savor the satisfaction of having him inside her before he sucked in a breath. “Get ready to give me your sweet ass, baby,” he whispered and eased his hips forward.

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“Oh…oh…oooh!” Her lips parted and she breathed deeply, loving the slow, steady slide of his shaft deep into her rear passage. “It’s yours…all yours. Oh God, take it. Take it.” He cupped his hands over her breasts, gave a hard, deep thrust and bottomed out in her. “Oh, baby. You have a sweet ass.” Oh yes. Lord, she loved having an ass full of hard, demanding cock. “It’s yours. Take it all,” she whispered, grinding herself against his groin. “You like it? Does it feel as good to you as it does to me?” he demanded, slapping her thighs. “Better. You’re so hot, thick and hard. Oh Lord, you feel so good.” “Hmmm. Baby, this is far more than good.” He eased partway out of her. “No! Put it back in—all of it. Please.” He laughed. “I love how sweetly you beg. Tell me how much you want it,” he demanded, halting his forward motion with only half his shaft embedded in her. It felt so good, she could only moan and shiver. That seemed sufficient because he held her hips and slowly worked his length deep inside her bottom until he had his entire cock inside. She bit her lip and shuddered. “Take me,” she demanded. “Ride me deep. Please. Your cock feels so good stretching my ass.” “Yes. It does.” Desire and need slurred his voice. Cupping his hands over her breasts, he licked her neck and rode her ass slowly, seeming to delight in the experience of sliding in and out of her rear entrance. “Fucking your ass feels almost as good as ravishing your pussy. You are so sweet.” He changed his rhythm and thrust deeply, sending lust thundering down into her pussy. “Your ass is so fucking sweet, I don’t know how much longer I can keep from coming.” Her body felt as if it was one large, sensitive nerve. Every gentle but firm slide into her anus sent a charge of heat, lust and pleasure through her. She tossed her head back

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against him, her toes curled, her inner thighs jiggling the way they did when she was really enjoying herself. He felt so good thrusting inside her bottom, she cried out, her body awash with delicious sensations. “Don’t stop…not yet. I’m so close…so close to coming. Oh God!” He bit into her neck, sinking his cock inside her with powerful movements, fingering her clit and pussy, and she blew apart into a million happy pieces. His hands slipped from her breasts down to her hips. Holding her tightly, he pushed into her quivering ass with a steady force that made her gasp with pleasure through her climax. “Oooh.” He licked her neck and thrust his cock balls-deep in her bottom. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah, baby.” He groaned, withdrew part of his hard length and then slammed himself back inside her. This time he sucked her neck and shuddered against her as he exploded. She tightened herself around him, enjoying the feel of him inside her stretched ass. “Come, baby, come.” After he stopped trembling and groaning, he lay with his face against her back, breathing deeply. “Oh, baby, you are so sweet.” She smiled, feeling totally wanton and free to express herself. “Full-figured women have tight asses and juicy pussies,” she told him with a shameless enjoyment. “We have more of everything, including more pussy and more ass to fuck, which is nice. Don’t you think?” He laughed and licked her neck. “That they do—or at least you do. You are so hot, baby. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman who excited me even half as much as you do. You are so sweet and sexy and so unafraid to let me know you love cock.” “And I know how to please a handsome young man, but you’re starting to repeat yourself.”

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He kissed her neck, eased out of her and slapped her ass cheeks. “Confident hussy, aren’t you?” “Why shouldn’t I be? You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Standing behind her, he rained kisses along her shoulders as he caressed her ass. “What makes you think that?” “Oh I don’t know… Maybe it’s all the groaning and shuddering against me you’ve been doing as you’re thrusting away for all your worth…and coming and coming.” He bit into her left shoulder, sliding his big hands from her ass to her thighs. “Damn, you make me hard and horny.” She wiggled her hips, her body on fire. “Take me to bed and I’ll show you I can be even sweeter. I’ll fulfill all your fantasies—no matter how wild. I’m prepared to do anything and everything to please you.” He licked the side of her neck. “Anything and everything?” “Oh yeah. I’m willing to try whatever you want to do with and to me. I just want to make you happy.” He slapped her ass. “Mission accomplished, because I’m feeling very happy at the moment.” He nibbled her shoulder. “And very horny. Let’s get you out of this swing.” “While you’re at it, remove my blindfold.” “Remove your…” His hands stilled on her body. “Why?” “I want to see your face the next time you fuck me. I want to watch the look in your eyes as you slide in and out of me. I want to know what you look like so I can imprint the image of your face on my mind.” “I’m a very ordinary-looking guy.” “I’m sure that’s not true.” “Are you? What do you think I look like?” “You’re a blue-eyed blond…young and handsome and used to having your way with women. I can’t figure out why you’re here.” 29

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“I came here to spend the week fucking you,” he told her, his voice brusque. “Don’t ruin this by looking for hidden feelings or motives where none exist. You want to be fucked and I want to fuck you for a week. Let’s keep it that simple.” His cool words washed over her with the force of a cold wave. She hesitated before speaking. “How close am I? Remove my blindfold.” He kissed her neck, cupping his hands over her breasts. “I love your breasts,” he whispered against her ear. “I love your ass, your pussy—hell, I even love that your stomach isn’t flat like a damned pancake. You are so sexy. What’s a sexy, voluptuous woman like you doing here?” “I’m here to fulfill your every sexual whim,” she reminded him. “And while it’s nice to know you like so much about me, you haven’t answered my question and granted my request. I want to see your face.” He nipped at her ear. “Keep your blindfold on and I can be everything you want or need in a man.” So not only did he not want to kiss her, but he also didn’t want her to see his face. His refusal to allow her to get close to him must be his way of ensuring that no real feelings developed between them. Not that any were likely to blossom between them. Still, he didn’t need to make it so clear that this weekend was just about sex. “What I need is to see your face.” “What you need is to remember the rules we agreed to,” he shot back. “Stop giving orders and be quiet before I spank your ass.” She sighed. He left her briefly. She heard the sound of water. He must be removing his condom and cleaning up. When he returned, he handed her a damp cloth. After she finished cleaning up, he took her hand in his and walked her over to the bed. He lay down first, then reached out and tugged at her hand. “Come give me some more of that sugarsweet, pretty pink pussy of yours,” he urged softly.

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Trembling with desire, she climbed onto the bed and, guided by his hands, stretched her body out on top of his. He sighed. “Damn. I like the way you feel on top of me.” She smiled. “You’re going to like how I feel riding you until your dick goes limp.” He slapped her ass. “It takes a lot to make me go limp.” “Hmmm. I’m glad to hear that because I want your cock in some part of my body all night long.” He stroked her butt and thighs before he parted her legs. She felt his cock hardening against her thigh and sighed. Oh this was going to feel so good. When he was fully erect, she lifted her body slightly, wrapped her fingers around his bare cock and before he could object, thrust it up into her slick, wet pussy. “Oooh…so good.” She lifted her hips until only half his cock remained inside her body. Filled with lust, she prepared to slam herself down onto his hard, slick, delicious cock. “Damn it!” A pair of powerful hands shot around her waist, halting her movement. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She rotated her hips slowly, delighting in being half impaled on his thick length. “I’m about to fuck you until you can’t walk. Isn’t it obvious?” “Yes, damn it, it is.” “And don’t you like it?” “Not without protection, I don’t!” Encouraged by the tension in his voice, she rotated her hips again. “Tell me this isn’t the most wonderful feeling in the world and I’ll climb off you,” she challenged. “Tell me you don’t like having your naked cock inside me. Tell me the idea of coming inside my tight, hot pussy doesn’t turn you on. Tell me you don’t want to fuck me without a condom.”

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He shuddered and tightened his fingers around her waist. “We’re not going to fuck without protection.” The hell they weren’t. “I think we are. Imagine how good my pussy is going to feel after you shoot your cum inside it. Imagine feeling your cock surrounded by my natural juices and your cum. After I come, you can eat me and lick me clean.” He sucked in a breath. Certain he was weakening, she spoke again. “Your big, bare cock feels so good,” she whispered. “Let me feel all of it inside me. Please. I need it all. I want to feel it inside me so I can come all over it. Tell me the idea of my dark cunt lips clasping your pale cock as you come doesn’t make you hot and horny.” “Stop it.” “Black pussy and white cock are an explosive combination. Damn, I wish I could watch your big, pale shaft slowly disappearing between my dark cunt lips. I’m so hot, I’m aching to cover your big, white cock with so much pussy juice, it will trickle out of my cunt and pool in your pubic hair. Tell me you don’t want that to happen. Tell me you don’t want to fuck my bare, unprotected pussy. Tell me and I’ll climb off of you.” “Shit!” He groaned and released her hips. “Shut the hell up and fuck me before I come to my senses.” “Yes, lover.” As she sat down on him, he thrust up at her, sending his entire length powering deep into her body. She moaned, pressed her face against his shoulder and wildly rotated her hips. Kissing and licking at his shoulder, she fucked herself on his hard, naked cock. She hadn’t had sex without a condom in years, and just the feel of his bare shaft stroking forcefully in and out of her created the most wonderful sensations. “Oh God, I had no idea white cock could feel so wonderful. You’re so hard and thick… I love the way your cock feels.” He slapped her ass. “Talk dirty to me, you sweet brown hussy. Make me come.”

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She placed her hands on his chest, tossed her head back and slid up and down on his shaft, feeling the heat, tension and delight quickly building inside her. “Good. So good. I’ve never had a cock that felt better. Tight, black pussy and hard, white cock—a wonderful combination. Don’t you think, lover?” “Fuck yes! I’d forgotten how good black pussy felt.” She shook her head. “Oh no. It’s not just any black pussy that will do. It’s this black pussy that makes this so fucking good. Just like any white cock wouldn’t do. It has to be this cock—your white cock. This black pussy and this white cock are fantastic together.” He curled his fingers over her ass and thrust up into her. “I think you’re right. I’ve had black pussy before, but none ever felt this good—damn, no white pussy ever felt this good. You just have good pussy…color doesn’t matter.” Lord, it was so luscious, it overwhelmed her senses and her common sense. “I want to feel you coming inside me. Shoot your seed in me and make me yours. Brand me as your special sex slave, lover, who’s willing to do anything to please you and make you come.” “Oh damn, this is too good.” “Yes…oh yes, it is.” She lost herself in a world where love and a desire to please him were her sole motivation. Although he thrust fiercely inside her, she felt as if he made love to her rather than fucked her. In her fantasy, his lips, warm and hungry, pressed against hers in a sweet, demanding kiss. In her mind, even without speaking a word, he communicated his love and affection for her. For a while, he was content to allow her to control their sexual pace. She rode him like a wild woman, moaning and crying out as pleasure sliced through her, engulfing her in a vortex of unbridled lust and joy. As her climax built, she felt weak and needy. She buried her face against the side of his neck, grabbed his hips and slammed herself down on his slick, hard warmth until she exploded. “Oh God! Oh God, I’m coming!”

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He thrust wildly up into her. “Then come. Come, baby. Come all over my cock— rain that sweet juice all over me. I want to feel it trickling down into my pubic hair. Come.” As she lay shuddering through her orgasm, he wrapped his arms around her body, rolled them over until she lay on her back beneath him and fastened his warm, ravenous lips on her right breast. Licking and nipping at her, he pounded her pussy like a jackhammer until she felt him detonating inside her. He shot jet after jet of seed inside her. Sweet. Oh Lord, so very sweet. She held him, stroking her hands down his damp back. “That felt so good.” He lay shuddering on top of her for several long moments, still inside her, before he finally eased out of her and rolled away. She lay on her back, her legs parted, eager to see what he planned to do with her next. While they caught their breaths, she longed to roll over to him and curl her body against his. If she did, how would he respond? Would he welcome her into his arms or would he reject her overture as he had her invitation to kiss her? “My pussy is still aching. I want some more cock,” she told him in a low voice. “Damn, you’re shameless.” “I didn’t come here to be a shrinking violet. I want some more cock. Either you give it to me, or I’ll go find someone who will.” “The hell you will.” He swore softly and rolled her onto her side. He moved behind her, lifted her top leg and thrust into her pussy. Stroking several fingers between her wet folds, he fucked her roughly. Other than thrusting his fingers in her, he made no real effort to arouse or please her. He peaked before she did, flooded her pussy with his cum and immediately rolled away from her.

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Surprised and a little hurt at the selfish way he’d taken his own pleasure without giving her much, she rolled onto her back. What had she done to be treated like a whore he’d picked up off the street? She sucked in a deep breath. “Did you enjoy that?” “I’m not in the mood to be fucked with.” “What? What’s wrong?” She reached up to remove her blindfold. He slapped her ass hard and slid off the bed. “Leave it on.” His cold tone sent a chill through her. She tilted her head to one side. This had to be a game. So she shouldn’t be hurt by his sudden coldness. Instead, she should prepare herself for any new delight he planned. Although tired, she was still eager for more pleasure. “Okay. I’ll leave it on. What’s next?” She heard a door open. “Where are you going?” Silence greeted her. She stiffened and sat up. “Hey. Are you still there?” She frowned. Perhaps he had gone for a shower. She supposed she should get up and take one too. But first she wanted a quick nap. She rolled over onto her stomach, pressed her face against the satin pillowcase and drifted to sleep, feeling sated. Sometime later, she woke with a start. She lay on her stomach for several moments before she realized why she couldn’t see anything even though her eyes were open. Rolling onto her back, she sat up. “Are you here?” There was no response. She hesitated before removing the blindfold. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light. Glancing around the room, she saw she was alone. She looked up at her reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Hickeys covered her neck. A wave of heat washed over her. She wouldn’t be fit to be seen in public for at least a week without long sleeves and skillfully arranged scarves.

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She sighed. So much for the part of her fantasy where she got to sleep in the arms of her lover. Rising from the bed, she walked into the adjourning bathroom. She filled the sunken Jacuzzi tub with water and bath salts and slipped inside. The warm jets of water caressed her body, reminding her of his hands and mouth on her. She shook her head and closed her eyes, unwilling to dwell on those lovely hours with her fantasy lover. Maybe this week hadn’t been such a good idea after all. She had just allowed a man who had refused to kiss her to ejaculate inside her. She bit her lip. The naked cock had been her idea and her doing. Not his. Lord help her, but she’d behaved like an immature, horny teenager. Small wonder he’d decided not to spend the night with her.

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Chapter Four Back in his own suite, Tyler stood in the shower, allowing cool water to pour over him. He must have lost his goddamned mind. He couldn’t believe he had fucked a woman he had no romantic interest in without a condom—not once, but twice. And loved every second of it. He thought of that last fuck and his cock hardened. What the hell was wrong with him? What if she wasn’t on some type of contraceptive? He could easily find himself slapped with a paternity suit. While not bothered by the financial obligations fatherhood entailed, the emotional ones scared the hell out of him. He had decided years earlier that he didn’t want children. Having reached that conclusion, he hadn’t had unprotected sex since his senior year in college, twelve years earlier. This so-called fantasy week had been one of his dumbest ideas yet. Spending a week with a woman who actually wanted to be sexually adventurous, while intriguing, wasn’t worth the grief he could have given himself by touching her without a condom. He was too damned old to start behaving irresponsibly. He had increased the fortune his father had left him by knowing when he was in over his head. His failure to stop her when she plunged her pussy onto his bare cock was all the proof he needed that he was dangerously close to losing all common sense. Sex with her was good—incredible, even—but not worth the grief he had risked. He dragged in a deep breath. It was time to cut his losses and take his sorry, horny ass home. He needed to get the hell out of there—before he found himself with his bare cock back in her bed, in her arms, in her pussy and knee-deep in trouble. And not caring. Damn, but he wanted to fuck her one last time. One? He shook his head. Once more would definitely not be enough. Perhaps twice. He longed to fuck her tight ass again. But for their last time together, he’d love another bare cock fuck. To lie on top of her

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and feel her pussy juices gushing over his cock as he shot his cum into her… Damn, he wanted her. But what he’d love to do and what was actually going to happen were two very different things. He turned off the water and got out of the shower. As he dressed, he made a concerted effort not to think about the woman with whom he had spent hours of pleasure. Yet thoughts of her smooth, dark flesh, eager hands and welcoming pussy taunted him, daring him to turn his back and walk away from her. Sex with her had been more explosive than anything he’d experienced to that point. He sucked in a deep breath. That must explain his disturbing hunger for her. Even more alarming than his desire to return to her arms, was the one to know more about her. What was her name? Did she like dancing slow and close together? Did she enjoy walking along moonlit beaches? What kind of flowers and candy did she prefer? Did she like to cuddle and talk after a good fuck? More importantly, was there a man in her life? Granted, if she were in a serious relationship, she shouldn’t be there. But as he knew from personal experience, women were just as liable to be unfaithful in a committed relationship as men were. He looked in the bathroom mirror. The dark green eyes staring back at him held more than a hint of desire. Did he dare abandon all remaining traces of responsibility and rush back to his fantasy lover’s welcoming arms? Hell, he’d been sexually responsible since college. Why shouldn’t he allow himself the absolute pleasure of fully enjoying her for one week? He could work out a lot of his sexual tension in that time and possibly discover the answer to some of his questions about her. At the end of the week, he would leave a very happy man. He raked a hand through his hair. Stalling wouldn’t help. His decision was made and he needed to execute it. He was successful because he took the time to fully explore all his options and then followed through once he’d made his decision. Now was no time to change a winning formula. So why was he procrastinating?

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Recalling the way her tight pussy welcomed and caressed his cock aroused him. Could he walk away from her without going back to her for one more session? Why not spend the night with her and make a clean break in the morning? Why settle for just an afternoon delight when he could have an entire evening of paradise? If he had one night of holding her in his arms, falling asleep with her body curled against his…he could walk away from her without looking back. He’d have no regrets if he left her in the morning. If he left now, he’d have plenty of regrets and very blue balls. He gave an angry shake of his head at his feeble attempts to rationalize making a bad decision even worse. He was not about to let his cock get him involved with her in any meaningful way. Although still horny, he would have no problems finding another willing woman with whom to spend the rest of the week. Even though he had enjoyed sex with her, he wasn’t about to return to her room and risk losing his head again. She had dominated his emotions almost from the moment he laid eyes on her. It was definitely time to cut his losses. Now, damn it. Get your ass in gear, Tyler. Instead of leaving after he’d packed his suitcase, he spent an hour in the lounge, although he only drank seltzer water. Why the hell didn’t he just leave? He rose and left the lounge. Instead of leaving, he found himself walking down the corridor that led to their shared suite. He stood outside the closed door, his forehead pressed against the panel. Damn it, man, this is crazy. Get your ass away from here. Ignoring the voice of reason, he used his key card to open the door. Turning on the light, he stepped into the room and quietly closed the door. She lay asleep on the bed, facedown with her legs parted. Unable to stop himself, he quickly crossed the room to the bed. She was still naked and the sight of her dark flesh made him horny. He unzipped his pants, removed his cock and then froze. Damn it, he couldn’t touch her again. 39

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Yet he couldn’t go without touching her. Pushing his cock back inside his trousers and briefs, he bent over her. Her legs were parted and he stroked his fingers into her pussy and bent to brush his lips against her cheek. She made a soft sound. Removing his fingers, he gently parted her folds and pressed a quick kiss against her pussy. The aroma and taste of her cunt made his nostrils flare. He licked the soft, warm flesh before sliding his tongue inside her. He tongue-fucked her for a few moments before reluctantly withdrawing from her wet slit. He pressed a quick kiss against her clit before sucking in a deep breath and straightening. He stroked his fingers through her fragrant pussy, licked his fingers clean and turned to stroll across the room to the door. He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Leaning against the door, he closed his eyes and gulped in several deep breaths. Get a grip, Tyler. She’s not the only woman in the world with a good pussy who isn’t afraid of more than vanilla sex. Get your ass in gear and get out of here. Now. He pushed himself away from the door and strolled down the hall. An hour later, he had checked out of As You Like It and was in his car, making the two-hour trip back to his condo in the city. Thoughts of the pleasure he was forsaking haunted him every minute of the long drive. More than once he had to fight the urge to get off the interstate at the next exit, turn around and rush back to As You Like It. As he approached the city limits, he congratulated himself on sticking to his resolve. Nevertheless, every mile of the last half hour of the drive home required him to strengthen his resolve. When he finally pulled into his gated community, he felt emotionally drained. He frowned. A dark red convertible occupied his second parking space. Damn. He was not in the mood for a confrontation. This would teach him to either get his key back the next time he broke up with a lover or have the damn locks changed.

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He swore softly and got out of his car. Leaving his suitcase in the trunk, he walked toward his condo. As he approached, his front door opened. A beautiful, slender redhead with gorgeous green eyes rushed at him. She tossed herself against him, slipping her arms around his neck. “Tyler, darling! I was just wondering where you were.” As he allowed her to press several wet kisses against his mouth, he wondered why the hell he hadn’t kissed the woman he’d left. He’d fucked her without a condom but had refused to kiss her. Yet here he was allowing a woman he knew was fickle and unfaithful to kiss him. He pulled her arms from his neck and stepped away from her. “Naomi.” She smiled at him. “Happy to see me?” Hardly. “Surprised is more like it. What are you doing here? We agreed to call it quits,” he reminded her. Eyes misting with tears, her smile wavered. She linked her arms around his neck again and stroked her fingers through the hair at his nape. “How can it be over when we’re crazy in love with each other?” He stepped away from her again. “I’m not in love with you, Naomi, and you sure as hell aren’t in love with me. If you were, I wouldn’t have walked in on you with another man.” She flushed, tossing her head, sending her long hair cascading around her bare, bony shoulders. “That was a mistake. Surely you can forgive me one mistake.” “Actually, I can’t. I take exception to coming home and finding my woman in my bed having her brains fucked out by another man.” She bit her lip. “That wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t changed on me, Tyler.” “I didn’t change, Naomi. I just got tired of pretending what was happening between us was enough to satisfy my sexual needs when it wasn’t.”

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“Your sexual needs? What about mine, Tyler? What about my right to be treated with respect and dignity by a man I’d given two years of my life? I’m not some freak prepared to have you abusing me in unspeakable ways!” He clenched his right hand into a fist. “So I’m a freak because I wanted to experiment sexually? Granted, I still enjoy vanilla sex, but sometimes I need and want more. Why the hell shouldn’t I expect my woman to be willing to at least try something new with me? If you at least tried and then told me it wasn’t for you, I could understand—” “Why should I be forced to try something I knew I wouldn’t like just to please you?” “Oh I don’t know. Maybe because I was supposed to be your man? Is that too strange a concept for you? Doing something to please your man?” “It is when it’s something like what you wanted. Look, I’m not a prude, Tyler. You know that, but when you started getting kinky, I couldn’t help that it turned me off. I needed to know that I was still attractive without having to allow you to do all kinds of disgusting things to me. At least he didn’t try to force anal sex on me or try to abuse me!” His nostrils flared. What the hell had he ever seen in her? The silly bitch didn’t know the difference between consensual spanking during lovemaking and abuse. God, he’d had a narrow escape. He had come within a hairsbreadth of proposing to a narrow-minded woman who thought he was a deviant because he wanted more than vanilla sex. She would have expected him to spend the rest of his life having sex in the missionary position without ever fucking or spanking her bony ass. After his experience earlier today, he knew that was no longer an option. There were passionate women out there who could appreciate the difference between just going through the motions of having sex and making each sex act something amazing. With the right woman sex could be very special.

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There was a sweet, uninhibited woman out there whose ready acceptance of him made settling for less no longer a viable option. He shook his head. A sweet, uninhibited woman? If there was one, he’d surely find another. Maybe not quite as sweet, but then if that were the case, he might not be so inclined to lose his head with her. The next woman who was more than a one-night stand would have to be willing to try sex on what Naomi insisted on calling the “kinky” side. He studied Naomi, compressing his lips. And damned if he would settle for another bony, flat-assed woman who was unwilling to explore every sexual possibility with him. “Don’t worry, Naomi, I won’t try to force anything on you that you don’t want or enjoy. I don’t do force.” He extended his hand. “Now if you’ll be so kind as to give me my keys, we can part on semi-social terms.” “Tyler—” “It’s over,” he said coolly. “So you’re just tossing me out after I gave you the best two years of my life? I devoted myself entirely to you and I get nothing? I never thought of you as stingy, Tyler.” He stared at her. “You found the time to sleep with another man. I’d hardly call that devoting yourself entirely to me. And we already had this conversation three months ago.” Her remark about his lack of generosity didn’t deserve an answer. She tossed her head. “I can’t maintain my apartment on my salary alone, Tyler. I’ve been struggling to make ends meet for three long months. The least you can do is help me.” He’d caught her with another man and she had the audacity to expect him to continue to subsidize her lifestyle? His lips twisted in a smile. He had to give it to her. She had balls. “Not that I am in any way obligated to, but I’ll pay for the apartment for three months.” “The lease is for another six months. Surely—” 43

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“Surely you can get your new lover to pay the remaining months.” “Sleeping with him was a mistake. I’ve already admitted that. He and I are just friends now.” Like he even cared anymore. “And even if he were still my lover, he doesn’t have the financial resources you do.” “Then maybe the next time you decide to cheat, you should make sure your prospective lover has more going for him than a willingness to settle for the tried-andtrue missionary position and a big dick.” She sucked in an angry breath. “That’s so uncalled for, Tyler. And the last time I checked, your dick was just as big as his.” “I’ll pay your rent for three months. Period. Now kindly hand over my keys.” Her eyes narrowed. “They’re inside in my handbag.” “Let’s go get them.” “I was hoping we could spend the night making up.” He shook his head. “That’s not going to happen.” “Why? Have you found someone else already?” He arched a brow. What would the skinny little prude say if he told her after making love with a beautiful plus-sized woman, he had no sexual interest in her? “That’s a subject with which you no longer need to concern yourself. Now, my keys?” She walked inside before turning to face him. “Would it have mattered so much to you if he hadn’t been black?” “If you think I would have found your cheating more forgivable if your lover had been white, you’re an idiot. Cheating is cheating. You brought another man into my damned home and slept with him in my bed. That’s what annoyed the hell out of me.” “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Tyler.”

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Surprisingly, discovering her with another man hadn’t hurt anything except his pride. “I’ll say this for the last time, Naomi. During the time we’d been seeing each other exclusively, I had many opportunities to sleep with other women. Hell, I was tempted a time or two, but I never did. I kept my cock in my pants and came home to you. You should have kept your damned legs closed.” “There’s no need to be crude, Tyler.” “You’d prefer I say penis? Give me a break.” “I’d prefer you weren’t so crude.” “We all have our faults. Mine is my inability to forget or forgive infidelity. I think we know what yours is.” She blushed and gave him a cold, hard stare. He shrugged and walked down the hall to his home office. He sat behind the desk, pulling his checkbook toward him. About to write a check for six thousand, he decided that having discovered how faithless and narrow-minded she was before he married her was worth something. Her green eyes sparked with triumph as she noted the amount on the check— fifteen thousand dollars. She smiled. “Tyler, I always knew you were generous and forgiv—” “Nothing is forgiven or forgotten, Naomi. Now that you have what you want, see yourself out.” He rose and stalked across the room to stand by the door. She snatched up her shoulder bag and hurried to the door. “Fine, Tyler, but when you finally wake up, call me. I’ll be waiting.” “Don’t waste your time waiting for a call that won’t come,” he told her. “It’s over.” She turned to face him. “You sound so…sure of that. I suppose that means you’ve already got my replacement lined up.” He dismissed the thought of the lovely, full-figured woman he’d found so enchanting earlier. “Are you still here?”

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“Fine. It’s your loss.” He bit back the urge to demand to know how getting rid of a gold-digging cheater could be considered a loss. He walked her out to the car he had bought her just nine months earlier. As she drove through the gates, he went back inside to call his office. He left a message on his secretary’s voicemail asking her to make arrangements to have all the locks on his condo changed first thing the following morning. Later, as he emerged from the master bathroom after a quick, cool shower, he stared at the big brass bed. Why the hell had he chosen to spend the night here alone? Stop it, Tyler. You made the right decision. You are not going to spend the night second-guessing yourself. He walked to the living room. Sitting in the dark, he had two shots of whiskey. About to pour a third, he shook his head and slammed the shot glass down onto the coffee table. Damned if he was going to allow lust to push him into trying to drink himself to sleep. He didn’t need the help of alcohol to get over an afternoon of lust. He returned to his bedroom and went to bed. Finding a woman had never been a problem. In the morning he’d begin the search for a new lover. Two hours later, he was wide awake and horny as hell. Although he couldn’t sleep, he refused to allow himself to think about her. Nevertheless, his last thoughts before sleep finally overtook him were of the woman he’d left at As You Like It.

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Chapter Five After a restless night, Trina woke alone in the shared suite the next morning. She glanced at the clock on the bedside nightstand. Ten-thirty. She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Halfway there, she spotted her torn thong. She picked it up and decided to keep it as a souvenir of the man so eager to fuck her he’d torn off her underwear. Would she have time for a quick breakfast before the day’s delights began? As she stood under the shower with the warm water cascading over her body, nagging suspicions nipped at her confidence. The phone on the nightstand rang as she emerged from the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around her damp body. Heart thumping with relief, she hurried to answer it. “Yes?” she asked, her voice low and breathless. “Good morning, Trina. This is Carla. Would you kindly make time to see me this morning?” Trina sank onto the side of the bed, clenching her free hand into a fist. Why was Carla calling her? “Hi, Carla. What’s wrong?” “If you can make the time, I need to discuss something with you in person.” So it was bad news. Great. Just what she needed. Her lover had left her without a word the afternoon before. Now he was missing in action. This meeting could not be a good thing. “Fine. I’ll see you in half an hour.” “I’ll be waiting.” Trina dressed in one of the comfortable running suits she had with her and made her way to Carla’s office. The sober look on the other woman’s face confirmed Trina’s suspicions even before she spoke.

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She leaned against the closed door of Carla’s office. “He wants to end the fantasy, doesn’t he?” She paused to swallow a lump of dismay. “Is he with one of the other guests?” Carla shook her head. “No.” “But he wants to end our shared fantasy?” “Yes.” “When?” “He left yesterday.” Trina swallowed hard. She had spent the remainder of the night looking forward to sleeping with him again. The news that he had left after only a few hours with her hit her much harder than it should have. She raked a hand through her hair. She pressed her lips together and looked into Carla’s sympathetic eyes. “Why? Did he say? I thought he enjoyed… Was he displeased with me?” “I can’t say for certain, but I didn’t get that impression.” “Then why did he leave? Was there some emergency?” Carla spoke after a slight hesitation. “He said he’d made a mistake in coming here.” Trina moistened her lips. “Well, I guess it’s clear I wasn’t what he expected.” “He didn’t say that. Trina, I apologize for this. I thought I had made a good match between the two of you.” She had made an excellent match from Trina’s standpoint. “It’s not your fault.” “I appreciate your kindness. May I point out that we are fully prepared to make another match?” Carla’s fingers flew along the keyboard of the laptop open in front of her. “We have several other guests who might suit you and…” Why had she ever thought subjecting herself to a stranger was a good idea? Facing another possible rejection at the hands of yet another stranger who would fuck her all night and then leave her lying alone in the bed like a prostitute was out of the question.

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Her mother had always said act like a whore with a man and that’s how he’ll treat you. Well, her mom had been right. She’d behaved like a whore and he’d walked away from her. She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I know I agreed that I wouldn’t expect a refund, but—” “Normally we don’t provide refunds, but I think you should know that he was very clear that he didn’t want you to suffer financially because he’d changed his mind. He paid your fee and his for the entire week. So if you want to reconsider staying, you’ll be leaving at the end of the week with a full refund.” Her cheeks burned. Now she felt even more like a whore. “Thanks, but I think I’ve had enough adventure to last me a while.” Carla rose, a neutral look on her face. “I’m sorry your stay wasn’t everything you’d hoped. Your card has already been credited.” “Thank you.” “Is there anything I can do to make this easier for you, Trina?” She shook her head. She just wanted to get out of there, get back to her dull life and pretend this had never happened. “No, but you’ve been very kind.” “Will you be leaving immediately? “Yes.” “Your car will be in the courtyard when you’re ready.” “Thank you.” Trina returned to her room, packed and went out to her car. She was about to slip into the driver’s seat when Carla rushed down the front stairs, a small package in her hand. “You forgot this.” Trina paused with her hand on her car door. “What is it?” “Your video.” She moistened her lips. Did she want a reminder of the previous afternoon? “If you like, I can destroy it,” Carla offered. 49

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She wasn’t in the mood to watch it now, but she might want to later. “No. I’ll take it.” She accepted the small package and tossed it into the passenger seat of her car. “Thanks for everything.” “I hope you’ll consider us again. If you do, you will receive a fee reduction.” She shook her head. She’d learned her lesson. Despite what Granny S had said, she’d had her fill of taking chances. “Thanks anyway. Goodbye.” She got in her car and drove away. When she arrived at her apartment on the top floor of a duplex she shared with her parents, Trina tossed the videotape in the back of her walk-in bedroom closet, took a long, sobering soak in the tub, then dressed in baggy sweats and called Voni. “Well…I’m home.” “You are? Oh, Trina.” Voni sighed. “I’ll be over in half an hour.” She wanted to say she was okay and didn’t need or want to talk about her afternoon of lust, but the half-truth died on her lips. “Thanks,” she said softly and put down the phone. She went into the kitchen and turned on the percolator. Finding herself short of cream, she made a quick run to the nearest convenience store. She had coffee and a pound cake waiting when Voni walked into her kitchen. Trina had given her parents a present of a week in Atlantic City. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to explain to them why she had ended her vacation early. Voni hugged her before sitting opposite her at the kitchen table. “So…” Voni sipped her coffee. “What happened?” Trina sighed. “That’s the thing, Voni. I don’t know. I thought we were both enjoying ourselves.” She closed her eyes, recalling the feel of his lips against her neck and the sound of his groans as he’d come. He had enjoyed sex with her and he had really aroused and satisfied her. So why had he left? What had gone wrong? Had she been too aggressive?

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She shook her head and shrugged. “I don’t know what happened.” Voni frowned. “Okay. Stuff happens. Did the management ask you to leave?” “No. I could have stayed, but after the man they matched me with walked out on me after just a few hours, what would have been the point? They refunded their fee and offered to match me with someone else, but I wasn’t about to subject myself to that again.” “What’s next?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I go back to normal.” “Normal? I think we’ve established that other people’s normal doesn’t work for either of us. I think you should give yourself a while to regain your confidence and then try again.” “No!” Trina bit her lip. “No. I opened myself up…he… I allowed him to… He had anal sex with me and he wouldn’t kiss me and then he just walked away and left me lying there without a word!” “Isn’t that what you expected? Trina, we’re talking about sex here. It’s not as if you two had developed a relationship.” She sighed. Voni was right. She had no business feeling betrayed or hurt because their afternoon of lust had meant nothing to him. Great sex didn’t always have to lead to a meaningful relationship. “I know I’m being silly, but he was so gentle, it almost seemed as if he really cared.” “Did you really care?” “I…” She shook her head. “No. I think the good sex went to my head and turned me into what Granny S would have called a sentimental fool.” Voni grinned. “Great sex will do that…or so I’ve been told. It’s been so long since I’ve really had any, my memory on the subject is suspect.” Trina frowned. “Are you all right?” Voni nodded. “Yes, I’m fine, just feeling a little horny. You were saying?”

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Trina tilted her head and considered Voni in silence for several moments. “What’s going on with you, Voni?” “Nothing.” “Nothing? The troubled expression in your eyes looks like something. So give.” Voni sighed. “Everything’s fine…except lately I’ve been feeling as if someone’s watching me.” “What? Who?” “That’s just it. I don’t think anyone is actually watching me. It’s just a feeling I’ve been getting and it’s freaking me out. And yet sometimes it—this is going to sound crazy, but sometimes I get aroused when I feel as if I’m being watched. How crazy is that?” Trina bit her lip. “You like the idea of being watched?” “No! And yet…when I’m lying in the tub or standing naked in my bedroom with the windows closed and the curtains drawn…I get all tingly at the thought of being watched.” “Really?” “It gets worse, Trina.” “How?” “I’ve been having dreams where this lover, whose face I never see, takes me. Trina, he’s big…” She shook her head. “He’s huge, and he comes to me in the middle of the night, undresses me, stretches me out spread-eagle on my stomach and proceeds to fuck the living hell out of me. He makes me so hot and horny, I end up literally screaming with pleasure. “The dreams are so real and so intense that when I wake up in the morning, my pussy aches, I’m naked and I’ve come all over the bed.” Trina frowned. “How long has this been going on?” She shrugged. “A while.” 52

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“Oh, Voni. So that’s what happened between you and Paul?” She nodded. “Yes. Paul was a nice guy and I really liked him and I enjoyed our sexual relationship until the dreams started. After that he seemed too small, and no matter how much I wanted it or how hard he tried, he could never get me hot enough to come. He couldn’t take me beyond a pleasant tingle and after a while that became frustrating for us both.” Voni shook her head and closed her yes. “I almost feel as if I’m being possessed by a dream lover who is so delicious, no real flesh-and-blood lover could possibly compare to him.” She sighed. “But we were talking about you, not me.” “Voni, I—” “I’ll be fine, Trina. Honest.” “You’re not fine.” “Actually, I am. I’ll learn to deal with these dreams and get back on track. That’ll be easier than what you’re going to have to deal with after an afternoon with a real live lover. Are you going to be able to get over your time with him?” “I’ll have to.” “I wonder how he felt.” “Him? I’m sure for him it was just sex. He probably got a kick out of hearing me moaning and screaming like a banshee.” Voni reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “I think you should take the rest of the week and go off somewhere.” “No. I’m fine.” “No, Trina, you’re not fine. You’re two minutes away from crying.” Trina gulped in a deep breath. “How silly is that? How can I care about a man who wouldn’t even kiss me? I don’t know his name and I don’t know what he looks like…but I—I don’t think I’m going to be able to forget him very easily.”

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“Go away for the rest of the week. Treat yourself to something special and work on forgetting him.” “What about you?” “Me?” Voni shrugged. “I’ll work on getting myself a real lover. Back to you. What’s the plan?” “Well, I suppose I could drive down to the shore.” “Do it. Walk along the boardwalk, eat saltwater taffy, gamble a little and if you get a chance, get laid.” Trina nodded slowly. “Okay. I will.” Voni smiled. “That’s what I’m talking about. You go get ready and I’ll call around and find you a room.” “That sounds like a plan. I’ll go get my suitcase.” In her bedroom, Trina pulled her still-packed suitcase out of the closet, exposing the videotape. She hesitated for several moments before closing the bedroom doors and leaving the room. An hour later, she was on her way down to the Jersey shore.

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she’d be interested in spending the remaining time with him. That was an obstacle he’d overcome once they were reunited. He might have to eat a little crow, but it would be worth it when he sank his cock into her and fucked her all night long. The first thing he was going to do when they were alone was pull her into his arms and kiss her breathless. When he arrived, he received unexpected and unwelcome news. “I’m sorry, but you’ve returned too late.” He stared at Carla and swore softly. “I didn’t come all this way to hear she’s gone.” Carla sat behind her desk, her lowered lids concealing the look in her eyes. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Mr. Maxwell, but she is no longer here.” The way his luck was running, he’d probably passed her on the road. “When did she leave?” “She left the morning after you did.” He raked a hand through his hair. At least she hadn’t been sleeping with any of the other guests. “I need to find her.” “Do you?” “Yes. What’s her name and where does she live?” “As You Like It guarantees anonymity for our clients.” “What’s your point?” “I can’t reveal any of her private information.” He was used to getting what he wanted. And at the moment he wanted to be in bed with the woman he’d been foolish enough to walk away from without so much as a kind word. He leaned over the desk and stared into Carla’s eyes. “I want her name and I want it now.” She leaned away from him. “That’s not possible.” He swung away from her and strolled to the door. “I’ll find her with or without your help.” 55

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“I hope you do. Judging by the look on her face when I told her you’d left, I think she’d like that.” He turned to face her. “Then help me. At least tell me her name.” She shook her head. “I can’t offer you anything more than my best wishes, Mr. Maxwell.” A lot of good her good wishes were. He opened the door and left. As he waited on the front steps for his car, he racked his brain. How the hell was he going to find her again? His car slid to a stop and the driver got out and held the door open. “This is a beauty,” he said, touching the hood. Tyler smiled. “It has a custom-made engine.” “I’ll bet that’s not the only thing that’s custom made on this baby.” “You know cars?” “It’s a hobby of mine. I love all kinds…old…new…vintage…junkers…all kinds. I’d love to have an hour on the open road with this baby.” Tyler smiled and gave him a tip as he got into his car. As he drove away, he picked up his phone and called his secretary. “Freda, there’s someone I need you to locate.” “Sure. Male or female?” “Female.” “What’s her name?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t… Okay. Where does she live?” “I have no idea.” “Hmmm. Do you know where she works?” “No,” he said shortly.

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“Exactly what do you know about her that will help in locating her besides the fact that she’s female?” “Not much.” She sighed. “This isn’t going to be easy or cheap.” “I don’t care how much it costs. I want her found.” “I’m going to need something to go on, Tyler.” “I don’t know anything. If I did…” He paused. Carla wouldn’t help him, but maybe not everyone at As You Like It was as discreet. Maybe he could find someone who… He recalled the valet’s interest in his car. He got off the highway at the first exit and headed back to As You Like It.

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Chapter Six Trina spent her five days at the shore sleeping late, eating fattening foods, gambling and walking along the boardwalk. She was asked out twice by men she met in the casino. She refused both times. After each refusal, she lay in bed that night, fighting hard to keep her thoughts from dwelling on her aborted fantasy week. On her last morning at the shore, she rose early. She watched the sunrise, had a light breakfast and then drove home. Since her parents were early risers, she spent an hour with them before going to her own apartment on the floor above them. She spent the rest of the day cleaning her apartment. After dinner, she had a long soak in her favorite bubble bath, drank a glass of wine and went to bed. She slept soundly and woke determined not to waste any more time thinking about her aborted fantasy. During the next few weeks she worked a fair amount of overtime, accompanied Voni to several jazz clubs for dinner, caught up on her reading and settled back into her normal routine. Four weeks after her overnight stay at As You Like It, Trina was in her office working when her assistant buzzed her. She flicked on her intercom. “Yes, Carri?” “There’s a Mr. Maxwell here to see you.” She frowned, glancing quickly at her appointment book. “I don’t have any appointments scheduled this morning.” “He says Mr. Rooney recommended you and asked if you might be able to speak with him briefly.” Paul Rooney was her biggest client. If he had recommended this Maxwell guy, she’d better make time for him. “Okay. Ask him to have a seat and I’ll be out in a few moments.” 58

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Turning off her intercom, she saved the account she’d been working on and walked from her office. As she entered the outer office, a man turned to look at her and rose from his chair. He was tall and well built with short dark hair and green eyes. He looked around thirty years old. Rather than being handsome, he was sexy and striking. His features were chiseled, his eyes piercing and his lips sensual. Talk about eye candy. A woman could become aroused just gazing into his beautiful eyes and daydreaming about kissing his full bottom lip. She dismissed her wanton thoughts and smiled, extending her hand. “I’m Trina Harris.” “Tyler Maxwell.” His voice was low and suggestive. Almost familiar. He accepted the hand she offered, covering it with both of his. A tingle danced down her spine. She moistened her lips. “Ah…if you’ll come with me.” He held her hand until she tugged at it. When he released it, she turned and walked toward her office, her heart racing. “What can I do for you?” she asked when they were both seated. He glanced at the door, which she had left open. “Do you mind?” Why did he want the door closed? She shrugged. “No.” He rose and closed the door. Instead of resuming his seat, he leaned against the door. He crossed his arms over his chest and studied her face for several moments. “I almost didn’t recognize you.” “Recognize me? Why would you? We’ve never met.” “Oh but we have.” She shook her head. “No. I don’t forget prospective clients.” Or sexy hunks. “We met a little over four weeks ago.” He seemed so certain. She frowned. “Where?”

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A small smile curved his lips upward. “It was at a rather expensive and exclusive resort in the Poconos.” “In the Poco—” She stared at him. Had they passed in the hallways of As You Like It? She didn’t recall encountering him during her overnight stay. “I don’t know what you mean.” “No? Let me help refresh your memory. We met at a place called As You Like It.” She licked her lips. “What? I—” “You were wearing a charming but extremely revealing red silk bra and thong set that exposed every inch of your lovely ass. Remember now?” Flushing, she averted her gaze. “How…how do you know that?” “I know because I’m the man to whom you surrendered so sweetly.” She sucked in a breath and turned to stare at him. “You?” “Yes. Me. I’m the man who got to spend one sweet afternoon with you.” So much for her certainty he was a blue-eyed blond. She moistened her lips and shrugged, trying to project an air of nonchalance. “So? W-why are you here? What do you want?” He pushed away from the door and crossed the room to her. He leaned across her desk and looked into her eyes. “You promised me seven days of sexual pleasure. I only had one afternoon. I’ve come to collect the other six days due to me.” The muscles in her stomach churned and the breath caught in her throat. “What do you want?” He arched a brow. “I just told you. I’ve come to collect the six nights you owe me.” She moistened her lips. “I…I…” He lifted his briefcase onto her desk. He opened it and turned it so she could see its contents. Instead of files or contracts or some other paperwork, he pulled out a skimpy red teddy. Smiling, he held it up. “This is for you…to replace the thong I tore.” The tiny teddy would expose nearly all her body. “No thanks.” 60

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“I want you to wear this tonight.” She shook her head and leaned away from him. “If you don’t have an accounting issue you’d like to discuss, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” He dropped the teddy onto her desk and resumed his seat in front of her desk. “Okay. You want to discuss accounting? Let’s discuss accounting. What’s your hourly fee?” She cast a quick glance at his suit. It looked expensive, as did the briefcase still on her desk. “I don’t think I’m the right accountant for you, Mr. Maxwell.” He nodded. “You’re probably right. I already have several excellent accountants. So why don’t we talk about tonight?” She looked in his briefcase and saw a pair of fur-lined leather handcuffs. She averted her gaze, her cheeks burning. “There’s nothing to discuss. I made a fool of myself at As You Like It. I spent money I didn’t have on a fantasy week that turned out more like a nightmare.” He frowned, looking uncertain for the first time. “A nightmare?” “Yes!” “In what way? If you’re going to tell me you didn’t enjoy my fucking you, don’t expect me to believe it.” She narrowed her gaze. “That’s beside the point.” “Then what is the point?” “Your behavior! You spent a few hours with me and then walked away and left me lying on the bed, blindfolded, without a single kind word. And now you think I’m going to subject myself to your tender mercies again? No way.” He raked a hand through his head. “I admit I behaved badly.” “You’re damned right you did.” “I shouldn’t have just walked out like that.” “Why did you?” 61

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“Does that matter now?” “Apparently it does or I wouldn’t have asked.” He shrugged. “Okay.” “Okay, what?” “Being with you created issues I wasn’t prepared to deal with.” “What issues?” He narrowed his gaze. “Don’t push it.” “If you expect to get anything other than kicked out of here on your ass, you’re going to have to do better than that, Mr. Maxwell.” “My name is Tyler. What do you want to know?” “I want to know what’s changed? How could you walk away like that and expect me to be glad to see you now?” “Granted, I left, but I did return, only to find you’d left as well.” He had returned? She rejected an irrational flash of delight. “Did you expect me to just lie there waiting for you to return?” “I guess I did.” He shrugged. “I came back to see you before I left, but you were asleep.” “You didn’t come back.” “I did. You were still in our suite…asleep. I…” He allowed his voice to trail off. “You what?” “I stroked your pussy, kissed your cheek and left.” She stared at him, uncertain if she should believe him or not. But even if he had returned, how did he expect admitting he’d pawed her as she slept to help his case? Everything about Tyler Maxwell, from his expensive clothing to his haircut, whispered money—lots of it. “You’re used to getting your way, aren’t you?” He nodded slowly. “Sooner or later, I always get what I want, Trina.”

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“I’ll bet you do. What’s that to me?” “I want the six nights you owe me. After all, I paid for them.” The thought that he had come looking for her with the intent of spending the next week as her lover created a level of excitement in her she hadn’t experienced since the moment she’d felt his cock entering her pussy for the first time. He was sexy, striking, forceful and wonderful in bed. In short, he was everything she wanted in a fantasy lover. But the fantasy had ended weeks earlier—at his insistence. He arched a brow. “Well?” He was offering her a pleasure for which she had willingly spent several thousands dollars. She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his hands on her body, the heat and hardness of his cock sliding into her pussy and the wonderful satisfaction she felt after sex with him. She dismissed the memory of the one instance where he’d sought his own satisfaction without giving her any. She could have him as her lover for the next six nights—if she dared accept his offer. It would require a leap of faith. She wet her lips. “I don’t think I—” He pressed a finger against her lips. “Don’t think. Just go with the flow.” Where would that land her? She shook her head. “Thanks, but—” “Look, Trina, I know where you live.” She recoiled. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me?” “Hell no, I’m not threatening you.” “Then what’s your point?” “Just that since I do know where you live, I’ll be visiting you tonight.” “No. Oh no.” “Yes. Oh yes.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for weeks.” “What’s that?” “This.” He leaned closer. 63

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Even while his confidence aroused her, she felt as if she should at least pretend not to be such a pushover. “And if I don’t let you in?” He turned and arched a brow. “You’ll let me in.” “What do you want from me?” “I want to spend time with a woman who’s not afraid to experiment. A woman who’s attractive, sweet, sexy, who knows how to drive me out of my mind and keep me coming back to beg for more.” “That’s a tall order for less than a week, most of which I have to spend working.” “Who says I have plans to let you go after six days?” She caught her breath. “What are you saying? You want sex for more than a week?” He leaned against the door, studying her face. “Do you?” It was unrealistic to want or expect more than just a few additional nights with him. “I want to be left alone.” He laughed, his green eyes flashing with desire. “The hell you do.” He crossed the room to her desk again. When he reached out a hand to caress her breasts, she caught her breath but made no move to stop him. “You’re mine. You have the rest of the day to learn to deal with that fact.” The idea of an extended relationship with him sent her excitement level soaring. “I can’t see you. I’ll be working late tonight and—” His mouth, burning a searing kiss against her lips, silenced her. He kissed her for several moments before he lifted his mouth from hers. “When I arrive at seven, I expect you to be in the mood to fuck all night long, Trina. If you’re not, I’ll have to spank your ass as punishment. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” She sat staring at him, her pussy aching. “Until tonight.” He stroked her cheek, pressed a soft, sweet kiss against her parted lips and left her office.

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After spending an hour trying to work, she gave up and called Voni. “So what should I do, Voni?” “You know Granny S would say you should take that leap of faith.” “I know what Granny would say. What do you think I should do?” Voni laughed. “You ask that as if there’s the slightest chance in hell of your not letting him in tonight.” Trina grimaced. “It’s that obvious, huh?” “Maybe his arrival is a sign that you can take this—him—a little more serious than we thought.” Where would that land her? Their first aborted encounter had left her pride battered. Would the next one leave her with something more fragile battered—like her heart? She clutched the phone to her ear. “I don’t know what to do, Voni.” “Do what feels good and right and as Granny always said, somehow everything else will work out.” She sighed. “I hope Granny knew what she was talking about.” “I know. If you need to talk…” “I know. Thanks.” Trina put the phone down and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. That night at seven, standing by her apartment door, she trembled as her bell rang. After viewing the videotape to make sure Tyler was who he said he was, she was still uncertain what she wanted or expected to happen when he arrived. She shook her head. That wasn’t quite true. She stared down at her body, barely covered by the tiny red teddy he had given her. Given her? Ordered her to wear, was more like it. If she didn’t want to pick up where they’d left off, she wouldn’t be standing there practically naked.

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The time for questions and uncertainty had passed. She took a long, calming breath and touched the intercom. “Yes?” “It’s Tyler,” a deep voice answered. She closed her eyes briefly and pushed the button to release the front door. Several minutes later, he stood inside her apartment door holding a dozen red roses, a box of expensive chocolates and a bottle of red wine. She smiled. “You brought gifts.” “Of course. This isn’t just going to be all about sex.” Her heart raced. “Isn’t it?” “Oh no, Trina. If all I wanted was sex, I wouldn’t have spent so much time and money to track you down.” “How did you find me?” “I hired a private investigator.” “Who helped you? Did Carla give you my name?” “No.” “You had a video?” “No. I had to get creative to find you.” “How?” He shrugged. “I bribed one of the valets at As You Like It.” She stared at him. “He had access to my personal information?” He laughed. “There’s no need to look like that. No, he didn’t have access to your personal information, but he has a thing for cars. He’d memorized part of your license plate number and he knew the make and model of your car.” “How much did you have to pay him?” “He wasn’t interested in money.” He grimaced. “I had to allow him an afternoon of driving my car.”

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“So?” “So no one but me drives my car.” “Oh. You’re one of those, huh? A man in love with his car?” “It’s not just any car. I had it custom built.” “Then I’m impressed.” “You should be. I had a private detective take the partial license plate number and the name and model of your car, along with the description I gave him of you, and go through DMV records until he tracked you down. And here I am.” “You wanted to find me that badly?” “Apparently so.” “Wasn’t that expensive?” “Very.” He smiled. “But I’m thinking you’re about to make it worth my while.” “What do you want?” He placed his gifts on a table by the door before turning to her. He cupped her face between his palms and smiled down at her. “We are definitely going to have sex—lots of it, but we’re also going to have romance. I’m going to wine and dine you and fuck you until you’re walking funny, so that every male who looks at you with lust in his heart will know you’re already taken.” He just wants to fuck you, girl, and men who want to fuck will say anything to get what they want. Don’t go getting any crazy ideas because he has a way with words. He’s probably just spouting sexy, loving lies. “You’re assuming a lot, aren’t you?” He put his arms around her and drew her close. She felt his cock pressing against her and caught her breath. “I’m assuming nothing—except that you belong to me.” He bent his head and brushed his lips against her ear. “Do you deny that?” She shuddered, slowly grinding her lower body against his. So maybe he was assuming a lot in thinking she belonged to him. But for tonight at least, she was more

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than happy to be his lover. She slipped her arms around his neck. “So? Are you going to just talk or are you actually going to do something to make a happy woman out of me?” He slapped her ass, his green eyes gleaming. “I see you haven’t lost your sass, have you?” She stroked her fingers through his hair. “What do you mean?” “I mean you need to learn when to behave or…” “Or?” “Or I’ll spank your sweet brown ass until it’s red and then I’ll fuck it.” He spoke in a low, husky voice that made her tingle with desire. He licked her lips. “Understood?” “Yes, lover,” she whispered, sliding a hand between their bodies. She worked her fingers down the band of his trousers into his briefs. “Oh,” she whispered, her pussy filling with moisture as she palmed his warm, pulsing cock and his big, heavy balls. “I want some of this. Please.” A warm smile curved his lips. “I’ve spent my entire life waiting to meet someone just like you.” Although foolish, she wanted to believe him. “You have?” “Oh yes.” He nodded slowly. “You are everything I want in a woman—beautiful and so damned sexy and not too proud to beg for what you want. Do you know how much time I’ve wasted dating bony-assed, uptight women who think cock, pussy and fuck are dirty words?” She smiled. “They are dirty words.” “That’s beside the point. I like to hear you begging for my cock. So from my point of view, you’re just what the doctor ordered.” “And my being black doesn’t bother you?” He arched a brow. “If it bothered me, would I have tracked you down?” “I don’t know.” 69

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“You were the one blindfolded. Not me. Remember, I knew you were black before I set out to find you.” She nodded. “So you did.” “Yes I did, and there isn’t a single thing about you that doesn’t make my cock rockhard. I love the color of your skin, the feel of your breasts cushioning my chest, the way your big, brown ass moves against my groin as I’m fucking or spanking it, the way your tight, hot pussy welcomes my cock—but most of all, I love how willing you are to fully explore the kinkier side of sex with me.” “I thought you said this was going to be more than just sex.” “Oh it is, but you have to admit the sex between us is absolutely off the charts.” She stared up at him. “Don’t make any promises you’re not prepared to keep.” “I never do. You can be sure that I mean everything I say to you.” “But you’re promising so much more than sex.” “Yes I am, and I’ll deliver.” He cupped both hands over her ass, grinding his cock against her. She caught her breath. “Are you sure? You’re so… I’m sure you can have any woman you want.” “I’ve had more than enough insipid women afraid to admit that sometimes it’s okay to be a little kinky with their man. I want you, Trina—only you. Can you deal with that?” “I need and want more than sex,” she admitted. “Can you deal with that?” “Whatever you want or need, I’ll give it to you…including all the cock you can handle.” “Yeah?” “Oh yeah, baby.” She fondled his warm flesh. “I can handle an awful lot of cock,” she whispered in a shameless voice. 70

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He laughed. “And what do you know? I have an awful lot of cock that needs to be handled and it’s all yours. I’m all yours. So handle me.” She smiled. “I’m so horny. Please fuck me.” “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He removed her hand from his cock and held it in his. “Let’s go to bed and get reacquainted.” Reacquainted? They had yet to get to know each other. There might be time for that later. At the moment, she just wanted to fuck him. “Yes, please.”

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Chapter Seven Ten minutes later, they were both naked. She lay spread-eagle on her bed with her wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts with expensive silk scarves. He spread his body over hers, pressing his cock at her entrance. “This is how I like my woman, all tied up and ready to be fucked. Are you ready to give your man some of his sweet brown pussy?” he whispered the raunchy question against her lips. She hesitated. “Yes. As soon as you put on a condom.” “You expect me to use one after blowing my mind by fucking me without one twice?” “I only fucked you once. The second time you…did me.” He sighed. “I’m sorry about that, but I’ll make it up to you.” “You’d better because it made me feel like…a slut.” “I’m sorry. Forgive me?” “Why should I?” “Would it help if I told you I’ve thought of little besides fucking you again since I walked away from you? I’m not going to use a condom when I fuck you. Not only that, but I’m going to shoot my cum deep inside this sweet brown pussy, which belongs exclusively to me. And if a man can’t come inside his own woman’s pussy, what’s the point in coming?” “Fuck me. Now. Please. Stop talking and just fuck me.” She closed her eyes and moaned against his warm lips as the big head of his cock pierced her slick outer folds before sliding inside to take complete possession of her pussy with one slow, delicious thrust. “Oh God, I love this… I love sex with you… I love your big cock.”

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He nibbled at her lips and leisurely withdrew all but the big head of his cock from her cunt. “Before long, you’re going to love me too,” he groaned, thrusting his hips downward, sending his cock surging back into her. Pleasure tinged with a measure of fear sliced through her. “As long as I’m not in love alone.” He lifted his head. She opened her eyes and they stared at each other in silence for several moments. Then he shook his head. “You’re everything I want and need in a woman. I love everything about you. If you find yourself in love…I don’t think there’s much chance of it being alone.” Her heart raced. “Oh, Tyler. Please be careful what you promise in the heat of passion.” “I’m not saying anything now that I won’t be able to honestly repeat when we’re not making love.” Making love? Is that what they were about to do? “Are you sure?” He brushed his lips against hers. “I’m very sure. All right?” She sighed softly, allowing herself to hope they could be more than part-time lovers without her getting hurt. “All right.” He slipped his hands under her ass and slowly fucked his cock in and out of her, groaning words of love and lust against her lips that heightened her pleasure. She’d never experienced anything sweeter or more delicious than what they were sharing. Chills and heat surged through her body each time he shoved his cock deep in her cunt and rotated his powerful hips. Drowning in waves of delight, she lost herself in the utter joy of the no-holds-barred, explosive fuck. She moaned and moved her ass wildly on the bed as her orgasm thundered through her. They were in tune with each other and within seconds of her release, he shuddered, held her tight and came. Although still reeling from the exquisite pleasure buffeting

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her, she squeezed herself around him, elated to feel his seed shooting inside her. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Tyler. Come in me… Fill me with cum… Make me yours.” “You are mine,” he groaned and collapsed on her body, burying his face against her neck. “All mine.” She lay happily under his big body for several minutes before he kissed her lips and slipped off her. He leaned over her and caressed her cheek. “Did you enjoy having me make love to you without your blindfold?” She smiled, feeling happy and sated. “Hmmm.” He released her wrists and ankles and rolled her onto her stomach. He caressed her ass, rubbing his palms over her flesh. “And now I want some of this sweet brown ass.” He kissed her cheeks and slipped off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” “Where are you going?” “To get some lube and a condom.” Moments later, she lay trembling with anticipation and lust as he pressed the lube into her anus. He worked several fingers inside her. “It’s your cock I want, Tyler, not your fingers.” “You’re going to get it, but I’m going to fuck you deep and hard. I want to make sure you’re all lubed up and ready for my cock.” “I’m always ready for you to stick your cock anywhere you like.” “Damn, you really know how to make a man feel welcome. Do you mean that?” “Oh yes.” “Then here I come, baby.” He slid his body over hers with his sheathed cock pressed between her butt cheeks. She eagerly spread her legs, pushing up her hips, her pussy moist. “Oh yeah, baby,” she whispered. She reached back and spread her cheeks wide, inviting him to plunder her ass. “Slide that big white cock up my ass and fuck me until we both come.”

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He pressed his hips forward, slowly sliding his cock between her cheeks. “Oh shit, baby, I love your sweet brown ass.” “It’s your sweet brown ass,” she moaned. “It’s big and brown and all yours.” “Yes it is, and crazy as it may sound, I love it…and damn, baby, I think I’m only a few breaths away from being in over my head with you.” She caught her breath. “What does that mean?” “I…I think I might already be a little in love with you.” A current of desire sizzled through her. “Oh you think you love me, do you? But you’re not sure?” “Not yet, no.” Although she had no plans to admit it to him, that admission was good enough— for the moment. “You tell me that when I have an ass full of cock and can’t even turn around to look at you?” He licked her neck. “What’s your point?” “Tell you what, talk to me again when you’re sure and you don’t have your cock stuck up my ass,” she told him. He nipped at her neck. “First, you don’t have an ass full of cock. All I have inside you is the head. Second, if you’re going to give me lip, I’m going to have to discipline you.” “Yeah? How?” “I just might paddle your big brown ass.” She smiled. “I just might enjoy that.” Her laughter turned into a cry of pleasure-pain as he slid balls-deep in her ass with one powerful thrust. “Now that you actually have an ass full of cock, what were you saying?” “Oh God, it hurts so good.”

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He slid his hands over her hips and pressed his lips against her neck. “Oh damn, baby, you’re mine…all mine, so don’t bother struggling to get away from me.” Get away from him? Boy, was he delusional. “Do you see anyone trying to get away?” “You have a point there, darling,” he whispered as he fucked her with long, deep thrusts that made her toes curl. He pressed his lips against her ear. “Damn, baby, but this feels so good.” Good didn’t begin to describe the currents of pleasure that quickly surged from her ass to encompass her entire body. Her thighs jiggled as she wildly thrust back against his plundering cock. With an ass full of long, hard cock and a heart swelling with emotions she no longer had to deny or conceal, she exploded into orgasm. Within seconds he came, thrusting deep and hard, pumping roughly as he released the last drop of his seed from his cock. When he stopped coming, he lay on top of her, nibbling at her neck, filling her heart and ears with soft, incoherent, sweet-sounding nothings. She bore his weight on her for as long as she could before speaking. “Tyler? You’re starting to feel very heavy.” “Sorry.” He kissed her neck and eased out of her. Turning onto her side, she watched as he discarded the condom in the wastebasket by the bed before he rolled on his side, facing but not touching her. “Damn, baby, that was too good for words.” She smiled and licked her lips suggestively. He reached for her. “Bring your big, beautiful ass over here.” She scooted across the bed to press her body against his. She lay in a tangle of arms and legs with him, enjoying the feel of his cock against her body. He hadn’t gone soft. She loved a man whose dick didn’t wither the moment he finished coming. “Like my ass, do you?”

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He caressed the back of her thighs. “Yes, but then I kind of like the rest of you too.” She licked his nipples. “You are smooth.” He laughed and slapped her ass. “I mean it.” “Yeah. I think I believe that.” She smiled and drifted to sleep in his arms.

She woke sometime later when he got out of bed. Turning on her side, she watched him disappear into the adjoining bathroom before she glanced at her bedside clock. Three a.m. Her parents were early risers. She sighed. He returned to the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” She sat up, making no effort to cover her breasts. “It’s all right. It’s time…I mean…you’ll probably want to leave now.” He stroked her cheek. “What gives you that idea?” “Well, I’m sure you’ll want to wake up in your own bed.” “Which I take to mean you want me to leave. Why? Your lover works nights and comes home at dawn?” She laughed. “I don’t want you to leave and I don’t have a lover…other than you.” “Then what is it?” “My parents are early risers.” “And?” “And they live downstairs—their entrance is around the corner.” “And one or both of them is likely to walk in on us and find me fucking the hell out of their delicious, addictive daughter?” She blushed at his words. “Delicious and addictive?”

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“Damn straight.” He kissed her. “I can’t imagine a time when I won’t hunger to kiss your lips, suck your breasts and fuck your sweet ass and sweeter pussy. I’ve always loved pussy, but yours I crave like a drug.” “Oh…my.” He smiled. “So are your parents going to walk in on us and catch us in the middle of another fuck?” She shook her head. “Of course not. They respect my privacy. They don’t just walk in.” He stroked her pussy. “Then what’s to prevent me from having another fuck?” “You can have another one—just not now.” “Why not now?” “This is a close-knit neighborhood.” “Ahhh. You have nosey neighbors who are likely to tell your early-rising parents that a white guy spent the night with you?” “My neighbors are not nosey, Tyler. They’re concerned. There’s a big difference between the two.” “Bottom line, you want me to sneak away while it’s still dark?” She shook her head in frustration. “You must know I don’t want you to leave, so why are you being so difficult?” “You kept asking me if your skin color bothered me. Maybe I should ask if mine bothers you. Are you ashamed to have your ‘concerned’ neighbors know you have a white lover?” “No!” “Are you sure?” “Yes. I just want time to tell my parents—” “That you’re seeing a white man?” “That I…” She sighed. “Okay…yes. Satisfied?” 78

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“Are they likely to object?” Her father would not be a happy camper. “They’re not prejudiced.” “But?” “But nothing. They know I’m an adult and I have…needs, but I don’t see any reason to flaunt my sex life in their faces.” “And that’s it? You’re not trying to tell me, without actually telling me, you don’t want to see me again?” She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “No.” “Good.” She placed his hand against her breasts. “Would it make any difference if I didn’t want to see you again?” He shook his head, a smile curving his lips. “Afraid not. I’d just pursue you until you changed your mind.” She smiled. “Really? A sexy man with enough money to hire a private investigator to track me down has never pursued me. I might like that.” He laughed and then sighed. “Well, if I’m getting kicked out on my ass, I’d better dress.” “Tyler, don’t make it sound as if…as if…” She sighed. “As if I’m being kicked out on my ass?” “Tyler!” “It’s all right. If I were a woman who lived in the same building with my parents, I might feel the same way.” He rose. She sat against her headboard, watching him dress. When he had, he sat on the side of the bed and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t suppose you’d like to spend the rest of the night at my place?” She eased away from him. “I would like to, but I can’t.”

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“Why not?” “I never spend the night out without telling my parents first. They worry about me—especially my father. He’s always afraid someone is going to snatch me off the street and have his wicked way with me.” “His fear is justified because I mean to have my wicked way with you as often as I can.” She hugged him. “Good night.” He pressed a warm, slow kiss against her lips that made her pussy wet. “I’ll call you.” He rose and turned away. She caught his hand. “Tyler?” “Yes?” “You will call?” She paused and bit her lip. She didn’t want to sound too needy. “Won’t you?” He turned back to her and caressed her cheek. “Hell yeah, I’ll call. I intend to get my money’s worth. At a minimum, you owe me five more nights.” “I thought this wasn’t going to be just about sex.” “It’s not. Okay?” She squeezed his hand and nodded. “I’ll let myself out and make sure the doors are locked as I tiptoe out. I hope I don’t trip and tumble down the steps in the dark and disturb some of those caring neighbors of yours.” She laughed and slipped down on the bed, spreading her legs. He stroked his fingers between her slit and into her pussy. “Nice pussy.” She smiled and resisted the urge to close her legs over his fingers. “Yeah? Well, you’ve had all you’re getting tonight.” He bent and pressed a quick, hot kiss between her legs. “Oh!” 80

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He straightened and smiled down at her. “Sure you don’t want me to get back into bed with you?” She turned her quick, instinctive no into a nod. “Drive carefully.” “I will.” He kissed her lips and left. Trina reached for the pillow he’d used and buried her face in it. Inhaling deeply to savor the scent of his cologne, she drifted into a deep, contented sleep.

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***** “So who is she?” Tyler sat back in his office chair and stared at Jamal Carter, who was both vice president of marketing and his best friend. “Who is who?” “The woman who put that lustful gleam back in your eyes.” Tyler smiled. “It’s that obvious, huh?” “Yes. So who is she?” “The woman I met at As You Like It. We’re having dinner tonight.” He shrugged. “And it’s not just lust.” “Oh?” Jamal sat forward. “You’ve seen her what, twice, and already you’re talking about more than lust?” “If it were just lust, I wouldn’t have bothered tracking her down. I’d have just found someone else to take her place.” “So you’re telling me you’re seriously interested in her?” “Yes.” “Damn! So soon after Naomi?” “Naomi has nothing to do with what’s going on between me and Trina.” “Trina? What makes her special? Tell me about her.” “She’s black and slightly older…and full-figured.” Jamal arched a brow. “Wow. She doesn’t sound like your usual type.” Tyler shrugged. “Maybe not, but I have a feeling she’s redefined my type.” “When do I get to meet her?” “Not yet. I want to keep her to myself for a while.” “She must be…” “Incredible?” Tyler nodded. “Yes. She is.” “Well, damn! Congratulations.”

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“It’s a little too early for that, I think, but at the same time, she’s been dominating my thoughts since we first met. Yesterday when I knew I was going to be spending the night with her, I got this incredible rush. I haven’t felt this way about a woman since… Hell, I might never have felt this…needy so early in a relationship.” “Damn.” “Yeah.” “So this Trina of yours, does she have any friends?” “I have no idea. Why do you ask?” Jamal shrugged. “Just curious. Why don’t you bring her to the party?” Tyler shrugged. “If she wants to come, maybe we will. Even if we do, don’t count on our staying long. I have no intentions of sharing her for the entire weekend.” “Stay for the night then.” “We’ll see.”

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Chapter Eight Smiling up at Tyler as he offered her a dozen roses, Trina felt like a giddy teenager going on a first date. When he leaned down and kissed her lips, her heart raced and her knees knocked. She placed her hands on his chest and leaned against him. “Tyler.” He hugged her, brushing his lips against her ear. “Glad to see me, honey?” “Yes,” she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. “I am glad to see you, but this is so strange.” He lifted her chin and stared down into her eyes. “What’s strange about being glad to see me? I’m glad to see you too.” “I feel like… I’ll be forty in a few months.” “And I’m thirty-four. What’s your point? You’re not going to start obsessing about age like you did race, are you?” “I’m not obsessing.” Well, maybe she was a little. “I just meant I’m a little too old to feel so…giddy and excited.” “I’m feeling giddy and excited as well.” He caressed her cheek. “Ready to be wined and dined?” She nodded. “Good. Let’s go.” He offered her his arm. She liked that he held doors open and pulled her chair out for her when they arrived at the Italian restaurant. The soft lighting and the elegant dining room helped to heighten her sense of excitement. Her appetite, as it often was in the early stages of a new relationship, was almost nonexistent. She ordered a salad and only ate half. Whatever his feelings, Tyler’s appetite didn’t appear to be affected. Trina sipped coffee and watched him eat three courses before he sat back in his seat and gazed into

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her eyes. “Tell me about yourself. Why you’re not married…what you want out of life…what you look for in a man.” “I’ve had a couple of relationships that I thought might get serious.” “What happened?” “My situation makes it difficult. I provide a large part of my parents’ support and I have sexual tastes some men find a little…kinky. Usually when things started to heat up, one of those issues becomes a stumbling block. I haven’t really met too many men willing to help me shoulder what some consider a heavy financial burden.” “Didn’t your parents make arrangements for their retirement?” “Of course. They’re both educated, thoughtful people who would never want to burden me.” “You’re an only child?” “Yes. They wanted more kids, but they decided that it would be better to have one child they could easily provide for than have two or three they had to struggle to educate. They lost the majority of their pensions due to corporate fraud. They couldn’t survive on what’s left without my help. And they didn’t ask for my help. In fact, they went out of their way to keep their situation from me. It took me awhile to convince them to move in with me. Once I had, I bought this house and refurbished it so it would allow us to have a measure of independence and privacy.” “And the men you dated found that too heavy a burden to share with you?” She nodded. “The ones who didn’t have a problem with my parents living downstairs thought I was just a little too kinky.” Her cheeks burned but she maintained his gaze. “I always thought men would appreciate a woman who wanted to fully explore her sexuality…but some of them don’t.” “Lucky for me.” He smiled. “What do you like in a man?” “You mean besides you?”

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His smile widened, but he shook his head. “Don’t think I’m going to be sidetracked by such sweet talk.” She shrugged. “My ideal man would first and foremost be able to accept my sexual needs. He would also have to understand that I don’t plan to abandon my parents financially.” “That’s it?” “Well…it would help his case if he’s a good lover.” “You’ve left out a few details most women would mention such as love, marriage and kids.” “You want to talk about those things on a first date?” “Why shouldn’t I?” “Most men would run away in a panic if a woman broached those subjects months into a relationship. And you want to discuss it the third time we see each other?” “Yes. Why are you surprised? I told you this wasn’t just going to be about sex.” “I know, but these questions feel a little intrusive and too personal.” “Intrusive and too personal? Get a grip, woman.” He leaned forward to clasp her hand. “We’ve had sex without a condom several times and I’ve fucked your beautiful brown ass. How can anything be too personal to ask after what we’ve shared?” She blushed and tugged at her hand. He tightened his grip. “I’m not trying to embarrass you. I just think that we’re both old enough and have been intimate enough to lay our cards on the table with each other. I tracked you down because I’m way past the ‘playing games’ stage. I want a real, meaningful relationship with you. So level with me.” She sighed. “Okay. Like every other woman, I’d like to fall in love.” She was proud of how she managed to hide the fact that she was already in love. “And marriage?” “I’ll be forty soon.” 86

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He nodded impatiently. “Yes, I know. And I’m still here. So let’s talk about how you feel about marriage.” “Do I want to get married? Yes, of course I do.” “And kids?” She swallowed and lowered her head. “Of course I want kids.” “You do? How many?” She lifted her head and looked up at him. “It doesn’t matter.” “Yes. It does.” She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t, because although I want them, I can’t have any.” He squeezed her hand. “Why not? What happened?” “I had a very serious infection that makes it highly unlikely that I’ll ever be able to conceive a child.” She sighed and lifted her head. “Is that a problem for you?” “No.” “No? Why not?” “Because I want you and I decided a long time ago that I probably wasn’t father material. So if you can’t have kids, that wouldn’t bother me. Does it bother you?” She nodded. “But I’ve learned to accept it. And my other…issue?” “You mean helping your parents financially?” “Yes.” “I inherited a lot of money when my father died five years ago. As an architect, I’ve made a fair amount of my own. I wouldn’t have a problem with helping your parents.” He rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand. “Even if it did bother me, I want you enough to be prepared to do whatever I need to do to keep you. If I have my way, neither you nor your parents will ever have to worry about money again.” She shook her head and pulled her hand from his. “Don’t.”

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“Don’t what? What’s wrong now?” “Don’t make promises like that so early—we’ve only seen each other three times and this is our first real date.” “I know what I want and what I feel, Trina. I don’t make promises lightly. You almost sound as if you think I want to hurt you.” “It’s not that I think you want to hurt me but…” She sighed and shook her head. “I’m feeling vulnerable with you. When you called me today, I felt like a silly teenager. It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt like this.” She bit her lip. “It’s more than a little scary.” He reclaimed her hand. “It’s not just you, Trina.” “Let’s just slow things down a little. If this is real—” “It’s real for me.” “I don’t want to be swept off my feet. I want to enjoy what’s happening between us. There’s no need to rush through it as if we have to race toward a finish line, is there?” “No.” He released her hand. “I told you I intend to romance you…not just fuck you.” She smiled. “Well, I hope you still want to do that too.” He nodded. “You know I do.” “What about you? Why aren’t you married? Have you ever been married?” “I came close once.” “What happened?” “I walked in on my live-in lover and found her in bed with another man. That sort of robbed me of all desire to marry her.” “Oh no! Did she break your heart?” “No. I wasn’t in love with her.” “Then why were you going to marry her?”

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“I thought we were compatible and I was tired of the singles scene. She actually did me a favor by cheating. If she hadn’t cheated, I would have married her. That would have been a big mistake and we wouldn’t have been happy together. She thought I was a pervert because I was tired of pretending vanilla sex alone was doing it for me. I want and need more from my woman than she and I could ever have shared.” “So your heart is whole?” “Whole? Not entirely, no.” “No? Why not?” “You’re why not.” He held up a hand when she parted her lips to speak. “I know you think it’s too early to talk like this, but it’s how I feel.” He smiled. “Now. Where are we spending the night?” “I’m going home.” “I’m coming with you. Are you planning to toss me out on my ass in the middle of the night again?” Her lips twitched. “I’m afraid so.” “Damn. Why don’t we spend the night at my place?” “I told you last night. I have to talk to my parents and tell them I’m seeing you before I start spending the night out with you. I know that sounds juvenile, but they’re old-fashioned and they worry about me.” “Okay. We’ll set the alarm and I’ll creep out in the dark of night and drive home sleep-deprived. Will that suit you?” She sighed. “I’ll talk to them. I promise.” “Do it soon. I want to spend the night with you and wake in the morning with you beside me in bed. Is that too much to ask?” “No. I’d like that too.” She smiled suddenly. “You know what? I need you. Let’s go home.”

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“I have just what you need—a pair of fur-lined handcuffs with your name on them, honey.” He signaled for the bill. Forty-five minutes later, they were embracing inside her apartment. He smiled down at her. “Time to fuck—at long last.” She pressed her hands against his chest. “Not so fast, buddy. What about the movie you promised me? What’s it called?” His smile turned into a leer. He cupped his hands over her butt. “It’s called How To Make Your Woman Love Every Second Of Having Her Sweet Brown Ass Spanked and Fucked.” She laughed. “You’re making that up.” “The hell I am. It’s in the glove compartment of my car. It’s a how-to video.” “Like you haven’t already mastered that technique.” “I’m pleased you think so. Shall I go back outside and get it?” “What makes you think I’m your woman?” He slapped both her ass cheeks. “You’re mine, all right. You want to see it or not?” “No,” she whispered. “I want to experience it.” She turned in his arms and rubbed her ass against his lower body. “Here’s a sweet brown ass aching to be spanked before being fucked deep and hard by a big white cock.” He shuddered and turned her to face him. He stared down at her, his green eyes so intense that gazing into them made her heart race. “Where have you been all my life?” “When you say things like that you make me feel…” “What? What do you feel?” “I feel so sexy and irresistible.” He stroked her cheek. “You’re all that and so much more.” She leaned against him. “If you keep this up you’re going to make me fall in love with you.”

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“That’s the plan.” He pressed a long, gentle kiss against her lips, took her hand in his and led her to the bedroom. He undressed her slowly before undressing more quickly. She stretched out on her back. He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her legs. He parted her wet folds. “Damn, you have a pretty pussy.” She smiled up at him. “What are you planning to do with it?” He kissed his way down her body. Settling between her thighs, he greedily licked, sucked and finger-fucked her pussy to a quick climax before he urged her onto her hands and knees and gave her a long, scorching ass fuck that left her sobbing with pleasure. When he eased out of her, they cuddled close and fell asleep. She woke just after two a.m. to find him lying between her thighs, sliding his cock into her pussy. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms and legs around his body. “What are you doing?” “Getting a little pussy for the road…unless you object.” She didn’t, so they enjoyed a leisurely fuck before he reluctantly pulled out of her and got dressed. She walked him to the door, kissed him goodbye and floated back to bed, where she laid thinking about him for nearly an hour before she fell asleep. The next night, they went dancing after dinner. As they danced slow and close together, Trina pressed her cheek against Tyler’s shoulder. With her eyes closed and his arms cradling her, she shut the world outside her bubble of happiness. They danced for half an hour before returning to their table. She sipped her drink while he sat back, staring at her. She put her glass down. “You’re staring again.” He shrugged. “I like looking at you. So sue me.” She smiled. “You always know just what to say.” He reached across the table to capture her hand. “I mean it.” She nodded. “I know and that makes me so…giddy.” 91

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“Giddy looks good on you.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “Do you like parties?” “Sure. Are you inviting me to one?” “A friend of mine is having a small party down at the shore this Friday. I wasn’t going to go, but if you’d like to accompany me, I will. He has a place on the beach. If you like, we could spend the night and make a weekend of it. Do you like to gamble?” “I can’t stay overnight, but I think I’d like to go.” “Great, but why can’t you stay overnight?” “My mom and I have a date to have an early breakfast on Saturday. Then we’re going to spend the morning shopping before driving down to Delaware to a dinner theater.” “You can go shopping any time.” She nodded. “I know, but she’s really looking forward to the show. I can’t disappoint her because I want to spend the night with you. I hope you understand.” He shrugged. “I’ll have to be content with having you for a few hours. Can you at least leave work early? If so, we can spend a few hours at the casino before we go to Jamal’s place.” She nodded, pleased that he wanted her to meet his friends. “Will I need something dressy?” He shook his head. “No. These parties of Jamal’s are always casual.” He squeezed her hand. “I want to hold you again. Let’s dance.”

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Trina blinked and tore her gaze away from Jamal to smile at Tyler, who sat across from her at a table for two on Jamal’s patio. “How tall is he? At least six-two?” “Why should you care how tall he is?” “Is he seeing anyone? Does he have a special woman in his life?” He frowned, compressing his lips into a tight line. “I’m serious, Trina. You’re with me. Stop staring at him.” She shook her head and reached across the table to touch his hand. “Don’t jump to conclusions, Tyler. I’m not interested in him for myself. I’m thinking of my best friend.” He studied her in silence for several moments. “Really?” She shook her head. “You are incredible.” She leaned close and lowered her voice. “You’ve kept me up late fucking for the last four nights and now you have the nerve to ask me if I’m interested in him? He’s good-looking, but why would I be interested in him when I already have a hunk who rocks my world?” He grinned. “Rocks your world, huh?” She nodded. “So put away your fangs and tell me if he’s seeing anyone or not. She’s five-ten and he looks like he has a good four or five inches on her. She’d actually be able to wear heels without towering over him. Do you know if he likes BBBWs?” “BBBWs?” “Big, beautiful black women.” “I have no idea, but if you like, we can get him and your friend together.” “Okay, but don’t say anything to him until I feel her out.” “Fine. Now let’s dance.” He rose and offered her his arm. She stood up and slipped her arm through his. They walked to the dance floor and she moved into his arms. “Are you ready to go?” She blinked. “We’ve only been here a half an hour or so.”

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“I know, but if we spend too much time here, you’ll want to kick me out on my ass with just one lousy fuck. And I’m feeling too horny to make do with just one foray into your sweet pussy.” She smiled. “Don’t you ever get tired of fucking?” “Do you?” “Yes, but I haven’t gotten tired of it since I met you.” “Right answer,” he told her and pressed a long, moist kiss against her mouth. She trembled in his arms and pulled her lips away from his. “You’re right. Let’s not waste time here. Let’s go home and go to bed.” He slapped her ass. “That’s my woman.” “Tyler!” she hissed. She cast a quick look around, hoping no one had seen him slap her. She encountered Jamal’s smiling gaze and blushed. “When we get home, buddy, your ass is mine.” He laughed and linked his fingers through hers. “No matter where we are, my ass is yours.” Tyler drove them back to Philly quickly and two hours later they lay in her bed, making love. As he came, he held her tight and whispered against her ear, “Damn, I think I love you.” She sighed. One of these days, he was going to stop qualifying his feelings. She stroked her hands down his damp back to fondle his tight buns. “Tell me again when you’re sure.” He laughed and rolled off her. Sliding behind her, he slipped an arm over her waist, curling his body against her back. “Don’t worry. I will.” “Hmmm.” “Did you set the alarm for the middle of the damned night?” She smiled and nodded. “Yes.” “Just great,” he grumbled. 94

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“It won’t be for much longer, Tyler. I promise.” “It had better not be, because I’m getting tired of creeping out of here in the middle of the night when all I want is to spend the night with you.” “I want that too, and I promise I’ll talk to my parents soon.” “You’d better.” “I will.” “Why haven’t you already told them?” She sighed. “Tyler, they’re very old-fashioned. It’s not easy to tell them I want to spend nights with a man I’m not married to.” “What did you do with your other lovers?” “They were content with our spending a few hours together.” “Well, I’m not. I want more and I want it soon.” “Okay, but it’s not as if we’ve been seeing each other for months. Just give me a little more time?” “Just a little more, Trina.” “Thank you. Now let’s go to sleep so we’ll have time for another fuck before you leave.” He kissed her ear. Smiling, she settled her ass against his groin and fell asleep.

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Chapter Nine Two months later, Trina sat in her kitchen with Voni. Voni sipped her coffee. “So? He’s the real thing?” Trina wrapped her hands around her cup and smiled. “Oh, Voni, I’m so happy, I’m afraid.” “What’s to be afraid of? You’re dating a handsome, wealthy, younger man who showers you with flowers and presents and who thinks you’re God’s gift to him. He can’t keep his hands off you or go longer than a few hours without wanting to talk to you. He’s even managed to get on the good side of Uncle Paul. And he won’t object to helping your parents financially. “Trina, I can’t ever remember seeing you look so radiant. Going to As You Like It was the best thing you could have done. Hell, I might go there myself. Things sound perfect to me.” “They’re too perfect. That’s why I’m afraid.” “Why?” “Come on, Voni. I’m older than him. I’m full-figured and black. I’ve taken on the financial burden of helping my parents and I can’t have kids. Why is he still pursuing me after eight weeks? Every time we have sex—make love—he’s so intense. Each time he seems to want me more than he did the last time and he’s so good in bed. The sex is totally incredible. Every time he…” she trailed off, her cheeks burning. Voni shook her head. “Come on, girl. Get real. This is me. You know we can and do talk about anything.”

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“Every time I feel his…cock sliding into me…I feel as if I’m only minutes away from heaven. But it’s not just the sex. Each time I hear his voice, each time I see him after we’ve been separated for a few hours… Voni, I’m so in love with him, it’s scary.” “Why? Doesn’t he love you too?” “He always talks about almost being in love with me. I’m already so in love with him. How can I be this deeply in love after two months? And what happens if he gets tired of me? He hasn’t dated a black woman since college and he’s never dated a plussized one. What happens if the novelty wears off?” Voni put her cup down and reached for her hand. “I think you should tell him how you feel so he can reassure you. I think if he were going to get tired of you, he’d be showing some signs of it. Instead, you say his eyes light up when he sees you and his smile makes you want to melt. That doesn’t sound like a man who views you as a novelty. It sounds like a man who’s in love.” “If he’s in love with me, why does he always qualify his feelings? He’s never come right out and said he loves me.” Voni squeezed her hand. “So? Isn’t he showing it?” “I want to hear the words…without his usual qualifier.” “Then tell him how you feel.” “I’m afraid to push him. I’m the one who suggested we go slow. Now I just want him to call me every hour to tell me he’s madly in love with me!” Voni smiled. “Give it a little more time. Some men find it difficult to admit their feelings until the woman corners them and beats it out of them.” Trina laughed. “He’s very open about his feelings…except for his usual qualifiers.” She shook her head. “But enough about me. What about you? How are you?” Voni sighed and shook her head. “Things are bleak in the romance department at the moment, but I know that’s mostly my fault. I have to stop comparing real men to my dream lover.”

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Trina frowned. “You’re still dreaming of a lover whose face you can’t see?” “Yes. And he’s still making such hot, sweet dream love to me that I find myself almost unwilling to even date anymore. No man is going to be able to match up to some silly dream. I try not to show my disappointment, but it must be obvious anyway, because as you see, I’m still by my lonesome. You know, I’ll be forty next year and I’m almost certain Granny S was wrong. She was probably right about you, but there’s no one on my horizon but my mysterious dream lover with the face I’ve never even seen.” “Voni—” She shrugged. “But on the off chance Granny S was right, I’ll hang in there until they get better. I have to.” “Is there anything I can do?” Voni smiled and squeezed her hand. “Yes. You can enjoy your romance with Tyler and stop worrying. You know Granny always said you had to take a chance on love. You’ve done that and you’ve landed your Mr. Right at last.” “Your ebony knight will come along soon, Voni. I just know he will.” “He’d better, because Lord knows, I’m sick and tired of toys and dreams. As real as the dreams seem, I want to sprawl on my back while some handsome, ebony hunk lies between my legs with a big black cock buried balls-deep in me!” “Voni—” She shook her head. “Don’t mind me. I’ll be okay.” She smiled. “So tomorrow’s the big day. How are you celebrating the big 4-0?” “We’ve having breakfast with my parents at one of the plush hotels downtown. Won’t you change your mind and come too? Tyler made the reservations for five, just in case you decided to come with us.” Voni shook her head. “No. I think you four will have a great time. What’s after breakfast?”

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“He’s treating me to a day at the spa. Then he’s having a special dinner prepared at this wildly exclusive restaurant and delivered here.” “And then?” “And then we’re going to spend our first night together…here.” Voni arched a brow. “All night? Finally? You’re not going to make him get up and sneak out in the middle of the night?” She shook her head. “No. I talked to Mom and she talked to Dad.” “Aunt Rita told Uncle Paul you’re spending the night with Tyler?” “Yes. They know Tyler and I are lovers and we want to spend our nights together.” “How’d Uncle Paul take that?” “Surprisingly well. He said he can see how happy I am since I started dating Tyler and he didn’t want to say or do anything to change that.” “Great. In that case, let me give you my birthday presents now.” She rose from the table and left the kitchen. She returned five minutes later carrying several small packages on top of a large one. She sat them on the table and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Happy early birthday, Trina. Enjoy your breakfast and then enjoy your night with Tyler even more.” Trina smiled as Voni resumed her seat. “Thanks! Can I open them now?” “Open the small ones first.” The first package was oblong and roughly nine inches long. She unwrapped it to find a large tube of anal lubricant. She blushed. Voni laughed. “How can you be so shy? Open the others.” The next package contained a metal cock ring. “To help keep him nice and hard all night long,” Voni told her. Trina arched a brow. “He doesn’t need any help with that. He says he just has to think about me and he gets hard, but it might be fun to feel it against my clit when we

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make love.” She unwrapped the last small package. The label read Liquid Heaven, vanilla flavor. She looked up at Voni. “You rub it on his cock and balls and then you lick or suck it off as you blow him. I’m told it will drive him wild.” She grinned. “Now open the big one.” “I’m almost afraid to.” “Trust me, you’ll love it. Or more importantly, he’ll love it.” The large box contained a red teddy with frills and lace. “It’s beautiful, Voni. You’re right. Tyler will love this.” “Turn it around.” She did. On the back were the words insert cock here. Trina laughed and got up to hug Voni. “Thanks! I wish you’d change your mind and come have breakfast with us.” “Maybe another time. Four is plenty. Five’s a dang-blasted crowd. Just enjoy your day and night with Tyler.” “I will, but I wish you had a man in your life too.” “I’ll be okay. I’ll get this…dream lover out of my head and I’ll meet my ebony knight soon. Five months ago you had no idea you’d be the object of some rich hunk’s desire, but look at you now. Don’t worry about me. I have eight more months to make Granny’s prediction come true.” Trina hesitated. “I have an idea, Voni. You know, Tyler knows a few single guys. Maybe he could—” Voni shook her head. “Thanks, but no. No offense, Trina, but I’m looking for an ebony knight not a white one.” Trina blushed. “I didn’t set out to fall for Tyler.” Voni grimaced and held up a hand. “Oh hell, don’t misunderstand, Trina. You have to take love where you find it. You found it with Tyler. You’d be a fool to not go with the flow just because he’s not black. I didn’t mean anything negative by my remark. I’ve 100

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just always known I’d be marrying some luscious, ebony hunk with a big, coal-black dick.” “I know, but Tyler has a diverse circle of friends—of all colors. I’ll sure he’d be happy to—” “Thanks, but don’t worry about me. Just concentrate on being happy.” Trina smiled. “Oh, Voni, I’m very happy.” “Good. You deserve to be.” “So do you. Now will you let me finish a sentence?” Voni smiled. “Okay. Go ahead. Finish.” “Tyler has a friend named Jamal. I met him two months ago. Voni, he’s tall, dark, handsome and wealthy. What’s more important, he’s not seeing anyone.” “And why would that interest me?” “Because he’s an available hunk. Tyler says if you like he can arrange a double date.” “You’ve talked to him about me and my man problems?” “Not in depth, but when I saw Jamal, I thought of you and I asked Tyler about him. Voni, he’s over six feet.” “Really?” She nodded. “Yes. That’s almost enough of a recommendation by itself, huh?” Voni smiled. “Almost, but not quite.” Trina sighed. “I’m happy and I want you to be happy too.” “And I will be. Granny wasn’t often wrong, and she was right about you. My turn will come too. When it does, I know I have to do just what you did…not be afraid to take a chance on a leap of faith. When my ebony knight rides into my life, I’ll be ready. Okay?” Trina sighed and nodded. “Okay, but will you at least consider meeting Jamal?”

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“Yes. I’ll consider it, but don’t be disappointed if I decide not to.” “Just consider it, Voni. He’s worth your consideration.” “Okay. I’ll think about it. Satisfied?” Trina shrugged. “I will be when I see you and Jamal dating.” Voni laughed. “We’ll see.” “Okay. Now tell me, are you editing anything exciting?” Voni smiled. “You know I consider all the books I acquire exciting or I wouldn’t buy them.” “Anything new in the Bloodlust or Moonlight series?” she asked of her favorite erotic paranormal series. “I’m editing manuscripts in both series now.” “Great. I can hardly wait!”

***** The next evening after a four-course meal Trina and Tyler cuddled together on her loveseat. He reached in his jacket pocket and handed her a jeweler’s box. “Happy birthday, honey.” She took the oblong box with trembling hands. “Tyler! You’ve given me enough.” He caressed her cheek. “I like giving you presents. Open it and tell me if you like it.” She opened the box to reveal a beautiful gold tennis bracelet. “Oh!” She looked up at him. “Tyler. It’s beautiful.” He took it and placed it around her wrist. “Is it too loose? I can have a link or two removed.” “No.” She linked her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. “Oh, Tyler, I’m so happy.” He nibbled at her bottom lip. “So am I.” 102

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She withdrew her arms from his neck. “I have something for you.” “You do? What?” She rose and took his hand in hers. “I’m going into the bedroom. Give me half an hour and then come in.” He rose and wrapped an arm around her waist. “A whole half hour? I can’t wait that long.” She pushed against his shoulder. “We have the entire night together. You can wait half an hour.” She smiled and left the room. In her bedroom, she undressed quickly and went into the bathroom. She made preparations for anal sex before she put on the teddy Voni had given her. She heard Tyler moving around in the bedroom and went to join him. He lay naked and semi-roused on their bed. He let out a low wolf-whistle and bolted into a sitting position when she appeared. “Oh damn, baby, you are so sexy.” He extended a hand. “Come here.” “There’s something you should see first.” She turned her back to him and glanced over her shoulder at him. “What do you think?” He exploded off the bed and crossed the room to her. He caught her around the waist and buried his lips against the back of her neck. “I was going to make love to you. You keep this up, you’ll make me fuck your sweet brown ass all night long.” Feeling the bulge of his cock, she ground her ass against his crotch. “That’s the plan, baby. This ass…this body, are yours to do anything and everything you might want to with it.” “This teddy is sexy as hell, but not as sexy as your naked body.” He pushed the straps off her shoulders and slowly removed the teddy. After briefly pressing the wet panty portion against his nose, he tossed it aside. “And I don’t need instructions to tell me what to do when I see my baby’s big brown ass. I know exactly where to insert my cock.”

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“Then insert it.” He took her hand and led her to the bed. They tumbled onto it together and rolled over until she lay on her back with him on top of her. “I will, but I want some pussy first.” “So take some, handsome.” He parted her thighs and pressed his cock against her wet slit. “Oh yeah. Give me my sweet sugar dick, Tyler.” “You want some dick? Take it, baby.” He plunged his cock into her cunt with one hard thrust. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and sought his mouth. His lips settled over hers and they shared a hot, sweet fuck that had them groaning, moaning and coming within minutes. “Damn, sex with you just keeps getting better,” he told her, easing out of her drenched pussy. “Do you have any idea how much I love your pussy?” She smiled and licked her lips. “If it’s half as much as I love your big cock, it’s a lot.” He hugged her. “You have to be the sweetest woman ever born. I think I’m going to have to keep you for a while.” Heart pounding, she lifted her head to look at him. “For how long?” “For a very long time.” She swallowed and pressed him. “How long is that?” “I’m not the possessive kind.” Disappointment turned her rising joy to despair. “Oh.” She lowered her head to his shoulder. He slipped his palm under her chin to lift it. “Since I’m not possessive, I won’t ask you to stay with me any longer than, say, forty or fifty years.”

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She bit her lip. Dare she trust the silent promise she saw in his green gaze? How reliable was anything a man said after great sex? She moistened her lips and pushed a little harder. “Now that you’ve had the five nights I owed you, I can’t promise to stay with you without a real commitment.” “Yeah?” He urged her onto her back and, rising over her, settled himself between legs. “Then I guess you’ll have to give me a reason to make that commitment, won’t you?” “Does anything about me give you pause, Tyler?” “No matter how many ways you ask that question, my answer is still going to be no. If anything about you bothered me, I wouldn’t be here now. Isn’t that obvious?” “Not really. The sex between us is really good. You might have come just for that.” “Guess what? I didn’t come just for that…although I plan to enjoy lots of great sex with you. Now if that’s enough assurance for you—love me, baby, until I can’t imagine not spending the rest of my life in your bed, arms and sweet, tight pussy.” He rubbed his cock along the length of her cunt. She felt him hardening and lengthening against her wet slit. “You think you’re up to the challenge, baby?” She reached between their bodies. Closing her fingers around his cock, she pressed it against her entrance. Propelling her hips off the bed, she slowly pushed her pussy upward until it swallowed his entire length. “Does this feel like I’m up to the challenge?” He groaned, wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust downward, forcing her hips and ass back onto the bed. He pressed his groin tight against hers. Staring down into her wide gaze, he slowly fucked in and out of her, sending delicious waves through her. She moaned and clung to him, rocking her hips against his. “Oh, Tyler. Tyler, I love your cock.” He stopped moving and locked his gaze on hers. “Is it only my cock you love? What about the rest of me?” 105

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Her heartbeat increased. She didn’t want to be the first one to admit to being in love without knowing how he felt. She stroked her hands over his taut buns. “Ask me again when I don’t have a pussy full of hard cock and can think clearly.” “That response isn’t going to satisfy me for long,” he warned. “If it’s satisfaction you’re seeking, let me give you some,” she whispered and tightened her internal muscles around him. He groaned and locked his lips over one of her breasts. Rotating his hips, he sucked and fucked her until a thousand fireworks ignited behind her closed lids and exploded, sending a series of delicious surges through her climaxing pussy. Clinging to him, she surrendered completely, losing her ability to think. When she surfaced, she lay on her side with his body curled spoon fashion behind hers. One of his big hands rested against her thigh. She lifted it and placed it against her breasts. “Tyler?” “Yes?” “How’d I do?” He kissed the back of her neck. “Well enough for me to ask you how you’d feel about moving in with me.” That wasn’t quite the commitment for which she’d been hoping. “You know my parents live with me.” “As much as I like them, they’re not invited,” he warned. “I have a financial obligation to them. I can’t just walk away and I—” He turned her onto her side and pressed his fingers against her lips. “Shhh. When you’ve enchanted a man with financial resources, you no longer have to worry about penny-pinching.” Although she longed to just see where things led them, she didn’t want him to get the wrong impression. She pulled away from him and sat up. He groaned and sat beside her. “What?”

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“I’m not looking for a sugar daddy.” He slipped his arm around her and turned her to face him. “I’m at the age where I want more from a relationship than just great sex. I’m not offering to be your sugar daddy.” “What are you offering?” “My complete attention and sexual fidelity—my heart. I can promise you as long as we’re together, I won’t stray.” “How long do you think we’ll be together?” “For as long as we both want it.” She glared at him. “Getting a straight answer out of you is nearly impossible!” “What is it you want to know? I’m tired and I want to go to sleep. Can’t this wait until the morning?” “No. If you don’t give the right answers, you won’t be here in the morning.” “If I don’t say what you want to hear, I get kicked out on my ass? That sounds like blackmail.” “So?” He laughed and kissed her cheek. “How can any woman as sexy and exciting as you are be so unsure of her own charms? What do you want to hear?” “You know.” He rubbed his cock against her. “I can’t imagine ever wanting another woman as long as you’re in my life.” “Why not?” “For the usual reason.” She resisted the urge to hit him. “Which is?” His lips twitched and his green eyes danced with amusement. “Because I love you, Trina. Is that what you want to hear?”

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“That depends. Do you mean it?” “Hell yeah, I mean it.” Tears filled her eyes. “You do? Are you sure? You’re not just saying that so I won’t toss you out on that taut ass of yours?” He laughed and nibbled at her lips. “Oh, ye of little faith. I’m very sure. Let me show you just how sure I am.” He rolled away from her and slid off the bed. “Where are you going?” “To get your real birthday present.” She caught her breath and sat up, turning on the light on her side of the bed. “I thought the tennis bracelet was my birthday present.” “Nope.” He picked up his pants from the chair and reached in the pocket. He crossed the room and sat on the side of the bed. He extended his hand. A small, black velvet box rested in his palm…the kind that held a ring. She lifted her gaze to his. “What’s in the box?” “A ring.” “What kind? Is it a friendship ring?” “Open it up and see.” She moistened her lips and took the small box. She closed her eyes briefly. When she opened the box and saw a diamond solitaire, tears spilled down her cheeks. “Well?” She leaned against him. “Oh, Tyler. What does this mean?” He took the ring and placed it on the third finger of her left hand. “It means I love you, and in addition to being your man, I want to be your husband.” He tipped up her chin and gazed down into her eyes. “Will you marry me?” She nodded. “Yes! Oh yes!” “So I can assume these are happy tears and you’re in love with me too?”

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“Yes! Oh God, yes! I think I fell in love with you the first time you fucked me.” “Although I was too dumb to realize it at the time, I think I must have fallen in love with you then as well.” He drew her into his arms. “So. Are you going to move in with me? Or are you going to make me wait until after we’re married?” “Yes.” He caressed her ass. “Yes to which question?” “Yes to whatever you want, Tyler.” He pinched her ass. “That’s my woman.” “Yes. I am your woman…as long as you’re my man.” “You’d better believe I’m your man. And soon to be your husband,” he whispered, pressing his lips against hers. “Fuck me,” she whispered, turning onto her side. He reached past her to get a condom from the nightstand. Moments after she heard the foil pack tearing, he parted her cheeks and pressed the lube against her anus. She sighed softly in anticipation. When he turned off the light and settled his body spoon fashion behind hers, a tingle of delight danced down her spine. With his cock pressing against her puckered hole, he rained kisses against her neck and shoulders. He pressed the fingers of one hand against her pussy while rubbing his thumb against her clit. “I love stroking my fingers in your wet cunt.” She moaned and moisture filled her pussy. “Do it. I’m ready.” She reached a hand back to touch her ass. “Follow the instructions and insert cock here.” He parted her cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against her hole. “Here I come, baby.” “Come on, Tyler. Bring your cock and come on in.” He pushed his hips forward. She moaned and shuddered in a combination of lust and love when the head of his cock pierced her rear. He eased into her slowly so they were both able to savor the 109

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delight of his gradual possession. When he had half his cock buried in her, he cupped his free hand over her breasts. He sucked at the side of her neck as he pushed the other half of his big cock up into her ass. She felt his pubic hair against her bottom and moaned again. “Oh, Tyler, I love when you fuck my ass.” “I love you, period.” He drew halfway out of her and then eased back in. “I love you.” “I love you too, Tyler. Now fuck me.” He began a slow, steady rhythm. She tossed her head back against his body and closed her eyes. There was nothing in the world half as wonderful as being fucked up the ass by him…except having him pussy-fuck her. She lay moaning with pleasure as he gave her a deep ass fucking that was so tender her thighs shook and her ass burned. It hurt so good. “More,” she demanded. “Oh God, Tyler, give me more cock.” He thrust harder and deeper, pushing her toward a powerful climax with each thrust. Rubbing his thumb against her clit, he slammed his cock into her ass. A shock of pleasure shot through her. God Almighty, he knew how to fuck an ass and make it his. Thrusting herself against him, she sobbed with pleasure as she came over his thrusting fingers. Instead of coming in her ass, he eased her onto her back, discarded the condom and thrust his naked cock into her pussy. Closing his lips over her mouth, he fucked her hard until he came, shooting his seed into her. “Yes,” she moaned. “Oh God, yes, Tyler!” He collapsed on top of her after he’d come, burying his cheek against her shoulder. “Damn, Trina, I love you so much,” he whispered. “I love you too.”

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He groaned and rolled off her to lie behind her with an arm tossed over her waist. Long after she heard his deep, even breathing, she lay awake, smiling. Damn, Trina, I love you so much. Hot damn! He’d told her he loved her and not a single qualifier in sight. She’d have to tell Voni that Granny Sadie Rose had been right. She’d taken a leap of faith and ended up with a passionate hunk who shared her sexual desires and had confessed his love for her and proposed…on her fortieth birthday. Now, it was Voni’s turn to find love. After taking a leap of faith of her own, hopefully Voni’s ebony knight would walk out of her dreams and into her life.

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About the Author Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast. In addition to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romances, she enjoys roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her hometown sports teams. Her other interests include collecting Doc Savage pulp novels from the thirties and forties and collecting Marvel comics from the seventies and eighties (particularly Thor and The Avengers). Her favorite TV shows are forensic shows, westerns (Gunsmoke and Have Gun, Will Travel are particular favorites), and mysteries. She loves the old Charlie Chan mysteries. Her all-time favorite mystery movie is probably Dead, Again), and nearly every vampire movie or television show ever made (Forever Knight and Count Yorga, Vampire are favorites). She thoroughly enjoys hearing from readers.

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