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A tall blonde flight attendant nearly ran into me, but stopped just short, her chin tilting up to look at me. Her eyes widened, and she froze. She was lovely, with the palest blue eyes I'd ever seen and soft pink lips that formed a small O of surprise as she looked at me. A very attractive pink blush colored her cheeks. It made no sense at all, but we just stood there, frozen in place, staring at each other for a solid five minutes. I studied her, instantly attracted, though that was an understatement.

I was enthralled. There was something so irresistible in her eyes. They were so pale they struck me as a hint translucent.

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Pale blue eyes often came across as cold, but not hers. Hers were clear as water, so clear I felt like I was seeing something impossible, some hint of a kindred soul peeking out, or perhaps, of a person who would complement my own proclivities. I doubted she was a sub; the chances were just too slim, but I was certain she was suited to be one.

I felt as though I was holding her in place with just my force of will, and I loved that feeling. My whole body felt alive, excitement pulsing through me.

It made me realize suddenly just how clinical sex had become to me—nothing more than the methodical scratching of a biological itch. How long had this ennui had such a hold on me? I had no idea. I hadn't realized that I'd been suffering from it at all until just that moment. Like waking up from a nightmare, when you hadn't known you were dreaming. I wasn't feeling it now, though. Not with this one. I felt suddenly awake, suddenly alive.

This one seemed too perfect. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt desire like this. How long had I just been going through the motions? I couldn't have said, but I had a moment of absolute clarity as I stood staring at her.

I had been disinterested in way too many personal aspects of my life for far too long. I couldn't bring myself to be upset about that, because I wasn't disinterested now. On the contrary, I was fascinated at a glance. Neither of us moved until I heard Bram's damned voice booming at me all the way from the jet bridge. He was an old-time CEO at heart; from back in the day when being in charge meant you could do whatever the hell you wanted.

Nowadays it was just the opposite. Being in charge meant that you had to be professional around your employees at all times, but Bram had never gotten that memo. I knew he'd be drunk before we took off, even though this was a business meeting.

I would tolerate him, though and hear him out. I could remember when he would come over to our house for dinner when I was a kid, before my parents had died. He and my father had been close. Because of their bond and those memories of my father laughing at his loud jokes, I'd always humor the obnoxious old bastard.

The loud voice of her boss galvanized the lovely woman into action, and it was only as she shifted that I realized she'd been holding a dripping bag of ice for our entire stare-down. There was a tiny puddle of water between us. I watched as two more drops gathered on the bottom of the bag and then fell to hit the ground. I grinned. At least I wasn't the only one who'd forgotten that the rest of the world existed.

Cavendish," she murmured in a soft voice. I shifted to the side, then turned to watch her as she made her way to the back of the plane. She was just handing the bag of ice off to another flight attendant when Bram moved in to block my view of her. He grinned at me, waving his arm for me to take a seat. I could tell just from glancing at him that he was already well into his cups.

It was going to be a very long flight. I felt like I'd just had a lobotomy as I made my way into the nearest seat. I couldn't think straight—couldn't focus at all, not on one solidified thought, let alone whatever Bram was going on about as he followed me.

I sat near the aisle, making Bram nearly stumble over my long legs to get to the window seat. I nodded at whatever the hell he was saying, trying not to crane my head around to see what that woman was doing. I thought of her soft voice and how she'd called me Mr. She'd sealed her fate with that alone. She was wringing her hands when she approached our seats. Other than that small tell, though, she seemed to have regained her composure. I didn't like that. I wanted to ruffle that composure again.

Walker, Mr. What can I get you to drink?

We both shook our heads no. I watched her walk away, admiring the view. I gave him an arch, and not entirely friendly, look. I have a whole fleet of girls like Bianca. I had a name. It was a start.

My mouth twisted. You show me one more girl in her league, and I'll give you a million dollars. He suddenly reminded me of a shark scenting blood in the water. I'm glad you brought it up. I need a bit more than a million, son. I tried to listen, but in actuality I was focusing on the galley at the front of the cabin, catching glimpses of Bianca as she worked.

I cursed myself for the bad seating choice and studied the cabin to find a better one. Another flight attendant passed by our seat, heading toward Bianca. It was a brunette, and Bianca towered over the shorter woman. They had a brief, friendly-looking exchange. I only caught small snippets of what they were saying. I'm more than stocked. Half of them hoard the carts whether they need them or not. I'll help you take it back," Bianca told the woman, and I caught a glimpse of her smile.

It was a small smile, just a slight upturning at the corners of her mouth. It was meant to reassure because the other woman was obviously stressed out. I tried to put my finger on why I was so affected by that little smile. It's her eyes, I thought. They got to me. They held such a mixture of kindness, tragedy, and reserve. They were soul stealing. You didn't get eyes like that without hardship.

You didn't get eyes like that without anguish. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, but that was just the surface. I was so certain there was depth there and that intrigued me. She served us, and every time she glanced at me, a lovely blush touched her cheeks. I was making plans to pursue her before the plane had even taken off. Her jump seat was just out of my view as she sat down for take-off.

I made a note to sit in 2D the next time I took one of her flights. I would have had an unobstructed view of her seat from there.

It was a solid hour into the flight before I was able to approach her in the galley. She was bent down, stacking plates onto a silver, three-tiered cart.

She visibly started, turning and standing to stare at me, gifting me with that becoming blush. Cavendish," she said, looking stunned.

I smiled. Do you really need that cart for just the two of us? She gave me a small but gratifying smile. It was soft but steady. And I adored that little smile. Is Las Vegas to New York the normal routine? Layovers in New York, and turns to DC. She bit her lip. A turn is when we fly somewhere, then turn around and fly back the same day.

She opened her mouth, so close to answering, when fucking Bram interrupted, shouting my name, and distracting her. Cavendish, I have to get back to work.

Did you need something? Under me. For fucking days.

I gave her a neutral smile. I guess I'll leave you to it. Spread out, restrained, open, helpless before me, purposed absolutely for my use.

She turned away before she could see my nostrils flare, eyes and mind gone wild. I didn't get another opportunity to approach her. Bram kept me occupied for the rest of the flight. I listened, feeling an obligation to at least hear him out for my father's sake, but I was ready to throttle him as the plane began to descend, and I hadn't been able to approach her again.

He smiled at me. It was a con man's smile. I wasn't impressed. I didn't know that. What I did know was that if he kept running things 'his way,' the airline would be bankrupt in a hurry, and grounded soon after that.

I couldn't invest in it, not even for the sake of nostalgic childhood memories. We all met back up in the lobby. I was the last to arrive. I felt bad that I had made them all wait, but no one seemed to mind.

They were having a good-natured argument about whether we should walk or share a taxi. I wrinkled my nose at Murphy, who seemed to think it was worth it to take a taxi the short distance. When I want a six pack, I go to the liquor store. Universe here. Murphy saw that he was outvoted, so we walked.

The walk was pleasant, but once there, we had a hard time deciding on what to see. For some odd reason, the pilots were insisting on a romantic comedy. Stephan and I wanted to see a newly released Sci-Fi horror flick. When I suggested that we just watch two different movies, the pilots finally caved. I am always the big spoon. Stephan and I laughed, but Damien just gave him a disgruntled look, as though he was genuinely worried Murphy would try it.

That look just made me laugh harder. You guys owe me for that. Dark had fallen while we watched the movie, but the streets were well-lit and many people still walked along the popular street.

I noticed that Stephan had tensed up, and I followed his stare to a man taking pictures of us. I held his arm firmly, continuing to walk. Stephan looked about ready to punch the guy. Before I dated James, I never would have even glanced at any of it.

I need to get back to that mindset. I have Google alerts on you and James now. I need to quit torturing myself. This has gotten out of hand. Despite my reservations, I almost called him to arrange a meeting sooner several times. In the end, I had hardly any contact with James, only texting him briefly the Sunday before I was due to see him.

I just told him where everyone had decided to meet. I knew he loved to go out, so I had agreed to attend the work party almost two weeks before. I started getting ready at , which was early for me. Giving myself more than an hour to get ready was unusual, so taking over two hours meant that I was nervous. Nervous and excited. It took me an uncharacteristically long time to choose an outfit. I finally settled on a black mini-skirt that showed a lot of leg.

I paired it with a sleeveless black button-up silk top that showed a tasteful but generous hint of cleavage. They were a mix of orange, yellow, pink and blue that made me smile.

They laced up my ankles in wide satin ribbons, and I tied them in neat little bows there. I never got a chance to wear the impulsive purchase, and I was pleased with the overall look of the outfit. I found some big silver hoops for my ears. It contained the collar and watch that James had given me, before all hell had broken loose. I did my hair and makeup, stewing about the jewelry. Part of me wanted to just wear it.

The collar would go well with my neckline, setting off my cleavage nicely. James would be happy to see me wear it, I knew. But it might also give him the wrong idea. A change came over me when I was near James. I left my hair pin straight and hanging down my back in a pale, beige-blond line.

I lined my eyes in a soft brown. I had a heavy hand with the black mascara and used a generous amount of gold eyeshadow. I went with a soft pink lip, liberally applying gloss. It was more makeup than I usually went with, but I thought it would suit a place like The Dime just fine.

The overall effect made me feel sexy and sophisticated, and that was exactly what I wanted. I needed to feel confident when I saw James again.

I heard my phone chime, and knew it would be Stephan, saying it was time to go. A look at the clock told me that. Impulsively, I opened the silver box. I weighed the lovely choker in my hands. It was a silver color, though I had no idea what metal it was. I could never tell the difference. But it looked expensive, with diamonds peppering the whole necklace, and a loop on the front made entirely of alarmingly large ones. I took a deep breath, and reached back to put it on.

The weight of it felt nice against the base of my neck, and I studied it, running my finger along it. I glanced back at the box, and noticed for the first time that the box held more than just the necklace and watch. I opened another small box that I had overlooked with my previous cursory inspection. It contained exquisite, large hooped earrings made up of large diamonds that matched the details on my collar to the T. I bit my lip, and put them on. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought recklessly.

I got into his car, digging into my small clutch-purse as I did so. I checked to make sure I had all the essentials. Stephan let out a low whistle at the sight of me. He had a point. I hardly ever tried to dress sexy. He started naming off the attendees. Some I would normally have been happy to see, but at the moment, not so much. Everyone knew I had been attacked in my home. And that I had been hospitalized for over a week.

I hated the kinds of questions that I knew would be asked. I hated that people had even a vague idea of what had happened to me. It was a mantra that always snapped me out of self-pity mode. As usual, it worked. I was alive, and it was enough. We had a good-natured argument as we drove about whether Stephan should pop the collar of his polo. There was just something inherently douche-baggy about the look.

I told him so. He eventually caved, straightening his collar with a rueful smile. We got to the lounge a solid ten minutes before six.

The doorman was checking our I. I heard a familiar voice behind me. He smiled at me warmly. He seemed genuinely pleased to see me. Clark led us through the dimly lit lounge, heading straight to the small VIP section.

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I sighed. Of course James would be in VIP, but it kind of defeated the whole purpose of us being here, socializing with co-workers. Sure enough, we were no sooner seated than Stephan was bouncing back up, spotting a friend of ours across the room.

It was our friend, Jessa. I saw quickly that James was nowhere to be seen. I sent Clark an apologetic glance. Where is James? He was even fidgeting with his tie. The nervous gesture seemed very uncharacteristic for him. She saw me and gasped.

She gave me a hug that was hard enough that I had to hide a little gasp. My ribs were still a little tender, if they were pressed just wrong. I hid my reaction and returned her hug. And I was out of town at the time. Even from me. Where have you been flying this month?

Jessa was from our flight attendant class. She was a tall brunette, nearly my height, with lovely brown eyes and the warmest smile. She was one of my favorite people.

When possible, we tried to meet up with her at least twice a month to catch up. She had a great sense of humor, and loved to go out. Even Stephan was a homebody compared to her. She was getting agitated just relating the story about the shameless lies the old man had tried to get away with. I had to hide a smile. She was always getting agitated with the crazies. And her sassy way of dealing with them was just good comedy. A cocktail waitress in a mini skirt and corset promptly approached us and got our drink orders.

Stephan was drinking house cabernet. I stuck with water. I was off of alcohol, especially if James was attending. He abhorred the stuff. I spotted Brenda by the bar, and waved. She joined us, smiling. The couple we had traded with were notoriously fun to work with. We still missed you, though.

The other girl was acting more and more unhinged every time I dealt with her. She noticed my jewelry. So unique. He often came with her to work functions, and sometimes even joined her on layovers. We should organize these parties more often. Jake joined us amidst their plans, hugging everyone while managing to seem interested in the current conversation.

I hugged him back lightly. I had had a hard time with the flight attendant hugging situation right at first, but the custom had grown on me. When you had close friends that you only got to see once a month in passing, a hug seemed appropriate. Though everyone, even not so close friends, seemed to insist on the habit.

I just went with it now. No one else understood my hangup, I knew. So I had just learned to keep it to myself. A tall, slender, dark-haired man approached Stephan from behind, clapping him on the shoulder in greeting. Stephan seemed to blush down to his toes. I watched the whole thing as if in slow-motion, my jaw dropping in shock. Javier Flores and Stephan were not exactly on friendly terms.

Last I had checked, they were closer to bitter exes. Or so I had thought. The two men were as dissimilar physically as they were personality-wise. Though both men were tall and handsome, Stephan was much taller. Javier was maybe an inch shy of six feet. And where Stephan resembled a strapping Abercrombie and Fitch model with his blond good looks, Javier was almost delicate looking.

He had jet black hair that hung to his shoulders, falling into his eyes artfully as he tilted his head forward, giving Stephan a wicked sideways smile. He was tall and slender, almost thin. His dark brown eyes were mysterious and lovely, but I had always found them a little cold and distant. The two men had dated for just a month, over a year ago. It had been an intense month, but it had ended quickly, and badly. Javier had been shocked and hurt when Stephan had chosen the latter.

Stephan had been crushed by the whole thing. Javier saw me staring at him, and his smiled died a quick death. Not a lot of people understood the relationship between Stephan and I. Javier surprised me by striding to me and enveloping me in a soft hug.

I stopped speaking to you as well, even though none of it was your fault. All things considered, I had just expected it. He hugged me tighter, though his hold was still soft. I doubted that the slender man had it in him to be rough.

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Crazy, right? I just want us to be cool. It gave me hope. Perhaps he just acted cool, to hide his feelings. I could well understand that. I smiled at him. It was stiff, but not for lack of effort. I want whatever makes Stephan happy. He was still watching us, looking distressed. Javier moved back to Stephan. I was floored by what happened next. For some reason, I felt my eyes getting moist. Stephan caught my eye, walking over to me.

He pushed me into his chest, leaning down to speak into my ear. I kept meaning to, but things have been so crazy. I could never find the right time. And I realized he has a very good point. I can just live my life. And I have nothing to be ashamed of, right? I gripped his arms, hard. We avoided eye contact for a long minute, both blinking back embarrassing tears.

Finally, composed, he just nodded, heading back to stand near Javier. But it was a good shock. I watched the two men for several minutes, dazed by the change in Stephan. Javier kept his hands carefully to himself, but he was giving Stephan the warmest, sweetest looks. I thought it was beautiful. Murphy and Damien were the next to join our group, and made the rounds, hugging everyone. I realized that our little group had grown rather large and loud.

I searched the spacious lounge, thinking that James might have a hard time spotting me in such a large group, but I saw no sign of him. I did spot Melissa across the room. She was sitting by the bar with Captain Peter. She was wearing a skin-tight red dress, staring at our group sullenly. I wondered, a little cattily, why she insisted on wearing colors that clashed with her hair.

I mentally chastised myself. She was an unpleasant person, but that was no excuse for sinking to her level. I gave her a little wave when our eyes met, resolving to at least be polite since she was a member of our crew for at least another month.

She just nodded back, then looked away. I focused back on our growing group as we were joined by two more. It was Judith and Marnie.

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They were inseparable party girls. Judith had long black hair, and Marnie was a platinum blond. They were both very short with great figures and cute faces. They sort of reminded me of naughty pixies. Half-drunk naughty pixies at the moment. I remembered that they often introduced themselves to men at bars as Ivanna Humpalot and Alotta Vagina. They rarely went back to their rooms alone, sometimes even sharing men with each other.

They were a funny pair, but not for the faint of heart. It had been crazy. Marnie was a year older than Judith, just twenty-two. I was older than both girls, but the two of them had me beat by a lot of years in experience. They both thought any woman who had lasted to fifteen with their virginity intact was a prude. Judith squealed in delight when she saw me. She rushed over and hugged me. How are you doing?

How are you? Marnie hooked up with him a few months ago. The last guy I hooked up with was a real disappointment. It had to have given me some like good cock charma, right? She always wants a piece. She was complaining, but her tone was more amused than upset. Damien caught my eye from a few feet away. I was sure he was worried what they were telling me about him.

I just smirked at him. He covered his face with his hands, and I swore I could hear his pained groan. And to some super hot rich guy. Is it true? The rumor mill was alive and well, and apparently held some truth.

They had guessed it, strangely enough, considering I knew few people who knew less about being virgins themselves. They had guessed, with no little disgust, that I was a virgin.

Marnie had even volunteered to lend me her on-again off-again boyfriend at the time.

I had not taken the offer well. Was he any good? Sometimes the really good-looking ones are horrible in bed. I just shook my head, wide-eyed. Your first time was good? I nodded, very uncomfortable. The sharing personal information thing was so not for me. They were not gonna let up.

I felt a familiar firm hand grip my nape. Soft lips that I was well acquainted with kissed my cheek. Typical James timing. Showing up at the most disarming moment possible. Judith and Marnie were just staring at him, stunned speechless for a long moment. I turned to look up at him.

His hand fell from my nape and we just stared at each other. I drank in the sight of him. He looked… wonderful. He was dressed in a bright blue polo with dark washed, fitted jeans, and navy running shoes. Even his casual looked too sexy for public. He made them look sinful. I saw just the hint of the top of his tan chest at his collar, and had to stifle my urge to check my mouth for drool.

His caramelcolored hair just brushed that collar, and I clenched my hands to keep them at my sides. I wanted to touch him. But touching always led to too much, too fast, with us. I met his vivid blue eyes. They were intense and unsmiling. His eyes dropped down to my earrings and then to the collar at my throat. His jaw clenched, then unclenched.

He ran his tongue over his teeth. My whole body seemed to clench. He swallowed, shoving his hands into his pockets, then folding them across his chest.

It made his upper arms bulge through his fitted shirt distractingly. The material of his shirt looked so soft it made me itch to run my fingers over it. But that light touch would turn to a stroke.

His eyes were on my very bare legs, then my cleavage. You make that mini skirt look illegal. It was gratifying. This was Vegas, and we were in a bar full of flight attendants. My attire was downright modest compared to some of the outfits I saw. He took another deep breath, looking around the room, and away from me. I watched as he counted to ten silently. He still unsettled me too much for that kind of honesty. Instead, I said the first thing that popped into my head.

I was in my car, in the middle of the most annoying business call of my life. I think I may need to fire my manager in New York.

I apologize. The two party girls had shown a surprising amount of self-control in letting us talk quietly for as long as we had. I turned, giving the women a rueful smile. Jessa moved closer, and we suddenly had the attention of the entire group. I had no idea what to call him. I thought I knew what he was doing. He wanted to talk to me in private, and he knew that giving himself that title would antagonize me enough to draw me into an argument.

And he was overly possessive. He would say anything to warn other men off. I sent Damien a glance. He was watching us, his mouth tight. I glanced away quickly, wanting to avoid drawing attention to the fact that he was staring at us rather intently. Judith and Marnie began chatting James up mercilessly. Not even a little bit. It seemed more like they were interviewing him. I thought it was kind of sweet.

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They were the most flirtatious women I knew, but they were going out of their way to be completely platonic with someone whom they thought was my boyfriend.

Someone who happened to be the most beautiful man on the planet. It made me see that they were good friends to me. I had a sad habit of being more cynical than was warranted. Kindness or consideration almost always caught me by surprise if it came from anyone but Stephan.

I had plenty of friends. Mostly casual friends. I listened to the girls asking James question after question, even their language cleaned up. I suddenly felt old beyond my twenty-three years. I need to use the restroom. He gave me a stern look, but headed in that direction. Judith and Marnie joined me.

The top of their heads were right at a level with my chest. I always felt like a giant when I was hanging out with them. I wrinkled my nose. The word pretty just sounded so feminine to me. And that was so not James. If you tell me he has a big dick, I might become either a cutter or a lesbian. I smiled ruefully. Both women started making loud sounds of despair.

I laughed at their theatrics. She brightened, snapping out of it almost immediately. I doubted it would even slow them down. They were a persuasive pair. I grimaced. It feels like we know a celebrity now.

There could be worse things. I guess the question is, do I believe him? I vote trust him. They were starting to remind me of a half-drunk version of good cop, bad cop. Marnie patted my shoulder. That man looks like he could break hearts for fun, yanno? There was a group of women huddled close, a few people ahead of us.

They were whispering and rudely pointing me out. I ignored them. It was something I was going to have to get used to. And I had apparently decided not to give up on the man, despite my better judgement. He still wanted me, and he was a hard man to ignore when he was in hot pursuit. The group burst into laughter. Even their laughter sounded catty, so I knew they were saying something awful. We eventually made it through the line and got in and out of the bathroom without incident.

The group of mean girls had had Judith and Marnie about ready to brawl. James was standing near Stephan and Javier, and they were laughing at something. Melissa was practically plastered to his side, laughing along with them. I tried to follow all of the shits in that sentence. She touched his arm, patted his back, reached way way up and squeezed his shoulder.

James took a little step back, avoiding her touch, but I still saw red. Red as in crimson. Crimson as in blood. Blood as in I was going to make the bitch bleed. I moved between the two of them in an odd haze of temper, plastering myself to his side and pushing her roughly out of the way with my body. I heard the ice cubes in her drink clink against her glass as she was jostled by my sudden movement. She gasped in outrage. I ignored her, looking up at James. He looked surprised, and half-amused.

I was trying not to be openly rude, but she was making it difficult. You have a drink while you were gone? You were gone for thirty minutes. It was easy to ignore her, for some reason.

He was unbelievably hard. Do you even know what that is, you skank? I heard the sound of a drink being thrown, glass and all, against his rock-hard back. It had been aimed at the back of my head, I realized, stunned. Melissa cursed fluently as she stormed away. Our group erupted into chatter as she walked away.

Everyone laughed, breaking the last bit of tension. I looked up at James, pursing my lips. I checked his back. His shirt was soaked. Even his jeans were soaked. I was relieved to find, though, that the glass had broken on the ground, leaving him unscathed. A waitress showed up with a bucket and mop and began to clean up the liquid and broken glass.

We moved out of her way. He smiled back, but his smile was all heat. Come with me? He smelled so good that I felt my eyelids drift closed with the pleasure of his scent. It was so good that I wanted to put a name to it, and bottle it up. He glanced around, running his tongue over those sexy as hell teeth.

Did you have something particular in mind, or do I get to pick how? I want you to take it off. I want to see your skin. All I have to do to get you to my car is to take my shirt off? Hoots and whistles were starting up around the lounge as people took in the spectacular sight of his naked torso. I gasped at the sight of all of his bare skin.

It was distracting, to say the least. His smile was a little pained. I usually work out for two hours in the morning. I added two more in the evening, as well, as a sort of…sleep aid. My captivated gaze moved lower. His jeans dipped low. I traced the skin just above his jeans. It was dangerous territory, dipping into a sharply defined V. An impressive and growing arousal was making his jeans more obscene by the second. He gripped my hand. Stephan gave him a wide-eyed look, but just nodded.

I sent a glare in their general direction. Clark met us at the entrance of the club, holding the door open, face impassive. I smiled at him, knowing he was referring to James moving to protect me from the thrown drink. Looks clean so far, Mr.

Clark managed to get in front of us again to open the car door. I sat down, then scooted across the seat to make room for James. He crowded in behind me without a pause, the door shutting behind him. I heard him take a few ragged breaths, and then he was on me. He had me on my back between one breath and the next. He opened my legs wide, crawling between them. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his stiff erection out with a harsh groan.

Unbutton your blouse. I want to tear it too badly to touch it. It was a little stretchy, luckily. He gripped the lace in his hands and ripped both sides. I wriggled my lower half while working on the small buttons of my blouse. When I had released the last one, he was pushing my shirt open impatiently. His hands were already on the front clasp of my bra when what he saw made him freeze.

My torso was still dotted with the last vestiges of what had been some truly heinous bruising. I saw his hands shake a little as he unclasped my bra. He brushed along the fading marks with just his fingertips. I turned my face away. His eyes were wild. Do you understand that?

And then to find out that some monster had put his hands on you? I want to kill him. I need to protect you. It was an angry, passionate kiss. I kissed him back with just as much passion. Just as much anger. He was thrusting into me so fast that I was filled before I knew his intent. I was wet and ready but I was so tight and he was so big that it still caused a delicious friction that bordered on pain.

I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes closing.We were all getting along fine, so far. He was gripping my hair almost to the point of pain, his other hand grabbing my butt as he ground against me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking him questions. It was gratifying. He ran his tongue over his teeth.

It was why he had made good company lately. Sure enough, we were no sooner seated than Stephan was bouncing back up, spotting a friend of ours across the room. Page 8 9. Icould have watched him sleep all night.

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