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Faithless

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faith•less
ˈfāTHləs/
adjective
adjective: faithless

1. disloyal, especially to a spouse or partner; untrustworthy. Unfaithful, disloyal, inconstant, false, untrue, adulterous, traitorous; fickle, flighty, untrustworthy, unreliable, undependable; deceitful, two-faced, double-crossing; informal cheating, two timing, backstabbing; literary perfidious

 

 

Charlize young, beautiful, looking forward to her future.

She’s in love for the first time.

Sure, she’s had her share of sadness and disappointment in the past, but her life was finally on the right track.

Will the town’s golden girl fulfill her dreams, or would she come to know the most profound betrayal?

Only time will tell…and one thing is certain, time cares little for you. It will leave you begging for more just as quick as it will leave you in the dust. It’s up to you to set it straight…

 

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Faithless

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Would you have faith in life…

in love…

or even the people you trusted if you walked in Charlize’s shoes?

‘Troubled small town golden girl found brutally murdered. A seeming act of random violence?

Too little blood, too many questions, too many secrets…

Detective Rebecca Shafer catches her first case in her new town.

Is she being set up for failure? Or is she the outsider needed to unearth the dirty secrets surrounding this case.

She methodically follows her heart, her gut, and the long trail of lies, which leads her to a most unlikely suspect…’

But will Charlize ever find peace?


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Friday Flash

 

I lowered myself onto the bed and slowly, methodically pulled up my fishnet stockings. And after delicately rolling them over my hips realized I’d forgotten to put my thong on. I was late, no time to redo the whole stocking ritual.

I was meeting him!

The man I’d been corresponding with on the internet, and before you prejudge me, I’m not some floozy who scours the internet searching for someone to fuck. We, Jack and I, have a lot in common. Let’s leave it at that.

We do.

Anyway, I stood up and immediately felt the light pressure of the thin strands of elastic digging into my flesh. I walked over and removed my black dress from the hanger and slid it over my body, enjoying the silky feeling caressing my bare skin. But even more enticing, was the feeling of the fishnets moving along my clit and labia, applying just the right amount of pressure in just the right places.

I walked the few steps to my shoe closet and was about to slip my feet into my four and a half inch stilettos when I suddenly stopped and moaned out loud. A shot of adrenaline shot through me causing my body to tingle. I shook my head in denial. Did I just come? Seriously?

Raising my hand to my breasts I wasn’t surprised to find my nipples erect. I lightly ran my fingers over the hardened nubs and purposefully slipped on my heels before heading to the bathroom to apply lipstick.

Again, I stopped and moaned, this time squeezing my nipples simultaneously. Good God, this was incredible. The feeling so intense I trembled. But at this rate, I’ll never get out of this apartment. I quickly grabbed a pair of silk underwear from my drawer and shoved them down the fishnets, placing a barrier between my swollen clit and the magical elastic. I picked up my purse and rushed out the door.

I took a step in to the dimly lit cocktail lounge, and slowly searched the room for the man with the red rose on his lapel. The music floated through the air, as Unforgettable You was played beautifully by a grey haired man dressed impeccably in a tuxedo. I loved the vibe I felt the moment I stepped into the room. However, I was a bit disappointed there wasn’t anyone here matching his description. I walked over to an empty booth and took a seat.

“Hello, can I get you a drink?”

I looked up to find a very pretty brunette with far too much makeup on and smiled.

“Hi. I’d love a Manhattan up please.”

“I’ll be right back with your drink.”

I opened my purse and took a quick glance in the mirror satisfied with my reflection.

“Here you go.” The brunette placed a napkin in front of me followed by my drink. “Can I get you anything else, something to eat?”

“Oh, no thank you. I’m waiting for someone.” I glanced at the door, “perhaps when he gets here.”

“Sure. I’m Lisa I’ll check on you in a little while.”

“Thank you Lisa.”

I watched her retreat towards the bar and when I turned my head back I noticed a tall man walk through the door. He was wearing a dark suit jacket with a red rose on the lapel. I leaned back in the chair, shrinking into the shadows as I took him in from head to toe.

He had a muscular frame, I could tell by the fit of his jacket. He raised his hand and pushed his dark hair out of his eyes, which I could see from where I sat were a gorgeous green. He turned his head just then and caught me staring and I could feel the blush creep up my neck to my face. That’s when he smiled showing off beautiful straight white teeth. His dimples dipped and his eyes narrowed. My thighs tightened.

He immediately walked over to the booth where I sat.

“Hello.” His voice was sultry and low.

“Hello yourself.” I answered.

“I’m Jack.”

I extended my hand, which he took in his. His warmth wrapped around my chilled fingers.

“I’m Alexa, it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“May I?” He said indicating the seat across from me.

“Of course, please.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, getting a taxi in New York is nearly impossible.”

“I use Uber.”

“I will from now on.”

The brunette reappeared and Devin ordered a scotch neat. I excused myself and went into the ladies room where I removed the silky barrier and tossed them into my purse.

By the time I reached the table I was glowing with the flush of another orgasm.

It’s going to be a long night…

I smiled.

 

 

 

 


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Faithless….(coming soon)

“Help me get Miss Johnson turned over.”

Rocco walked around the table, and both detectives took a step back, giving them the room they needed. They watched as both men turned the body so that she was positioned on her back.

“Thank you,” Decker said. Rocco nodded and left the room the same way he entered.

Decker positioned the woman’s arms down at her sides. The left arm still jutted out to the side, but then he pulled the cloth up to her shoulders and, lifting her head, placed a low block under her neck before gently, lowering her head back down.

Rebecca walked over to the table and looked at the young woman lying there.

“Tell me something, Charlize.” She lifted the girl’s cold right hand up and examined her fingernails, noting her nail polish was pristine. Her fingernails—filed squarely—were neat and clean. “Either didn’t see it coming or knew who did this.”

“Yeah, that would be my guess.” Decker said.

“Let’s go, Bec. We can come back later. Don’t want to be here when mommy and daddy see their little girl on the slab.”

“You can go outside if you want, Randy, but I’m going to wait.”

“I think she likes watching other people’s misery,” Randy said to Decker.

“That’s a horrible thing to say,” Rebecca answered indignantly. “I want to see if they have any idea who may have wanted their daughter dead.”

“Ah, fine—fuck it. I’m waiting over here.”

He walked over towards the window and stood leaning against the metal desk in the shadows, his arms crossed over his chest.

They didn’t have long to wait before a woman, a very elegant and extraordinarily beautiful woman, pushed her way in, followed by a tall man with a stiff, emotionless face. The woman hesitated for a moment before fixing her gaze on the young woman lying on the stainless table. She stared for a good, long minute, without shifting or moving before looking up. Her mouth turned down, her face entirely vacant.

Decker Finley standing to the left of her nodded his head in greeting, “Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I am very sorry for your loss.”

Rebecca noticed her fists clench before she walked determinably up to the metal table where the dead body of her daughter lay. She looked down, her eyes slowly sweeping the length of the young woman’s covered body. Then she spun around, taking a step closer to her husband, who kept his distance from the table, and looked him squarely in the eyes. She said in a low voice, vibrating with anger, “You get that son of a bitch, Craig, or I will.”


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Blog takeover!

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I am taking over Oleander Plume’s blog today! Hey, I stole the keys when she wasn’t looking and left a very hot story for your enjoyment. It’s called “You Look Very Pretty Tonight” – I really hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please leave a comment. And some cash. Tens and Twenties always appreciated. Just kidding. This isn’t Cindy, it’s Oleander. Cindy would be much more polite. Seriously, though, you should check out her story. Here’s a handy linky thingy:

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Excerpt from Ever, Sarah

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He stopped when he saw me, and I could see his face contorted in pain. The look in his eyes when he saw me standing at the foot of the stairs could never be erased from my memory. It was a look of pure devastation and something else…something hard.

“Bradley.” I cried out before the tears ran down my face. I sniffled and moaned before I sat down on the bottom step. Burying my face in my hands, I cried softly, seemingly unable to stop.

He rushed over to where I sat and bent down.

“Sarah, are you okay? Did you remember something?” The tone in his voice was full of hope and dread mixed together.

“No. Bradley I can’t remember anything. Nothing. I want to, but I can’t.” My body wracked with sobs. “Why can’t I remember?”

He took me into his arms and I could feel the air leave his lungs as he exhaled slowly. Then he lifted me onto his lap.

“Shhhh. Don’t worry. You don’t have to remember. You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take care of you. We’ll start over. I’ll take it as slow as you want. I will give you anything you want, just give me the chance to show you how much I love you. Give me the chance to win you back.”

He seemed so desolate, so alone. We both were. I wiped my face on my sleeve and his shoulder and reached up turning his face to mine. Tears ran freely down his cheeks. I pushed them aside with the pad of my thumbs and brought his lips to mine. Without thinking, without anything but desperate need, I kissed him. I kissed him with all the confusion and hurt I felt inside. I kissed him with such abandon I amazed myself.

I wasn’t surprised or put off when he kissed me back. I had to admit the sadness and longing we shared at this moment did a great deal to spur me on. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed to feel loved, like I belonged.

My fingers moved frantically down from his face and I started unbuttoning his shirt. I didn’t even realize that he had lifted me up into his arms and was carrying me up the stairs. He turned down the hall and walked us into a bedroom and placed me gently on the bed before pulling his shirt over his head. Lowering his pants he slowly stepped out of them.

I lay back as he pulled my sweatpants off me along with the panties I had on underneath. The heat of his fingers brushed against my oversensitive skin, sending sparks to my fingertips and toes. Bradley pushed my tee shirt up, his hands eagerly roaming over the surface of my skin. I moaned as I closed my eyes, feeling his fingers graze lightly over my hardening nipples, feeling them tighten into taut peaks.

My breathing was becoming increasingly erratic. It was as if I couldn’t catch my breath. He placed arms on either side of me and I could feel the bed dip with his weight. I opened my eyes to see his perfect face looming over mine. Smiling that breathtaking smile, his eyes half closed with passion.

He slowly lowered his mouth onto mine. The taste of him on my lips excited me more than I ever thought possible. It was a mix of sweet, citrus, and mint. I licked his bottom lip, gliding my tongue back and forth. I was lost in the feel of his fingers rolling over the tips of my swollen breasts as he gently massaged them.

I slowly, awkwardly spread my legs apart, affording him a space between them. Bradley moved down the bed without taking his mouth off of my body, slowly dragging his tongue from the valley between my breasts to my belly button slowly, tasting me. I felt goose bumps rise in quick succession, and I moved my hips under him.

He moaned when I lifted my body up and rubbed the soft mound, where my legs met, along his heated chest. His tongue moved further down my body, which at this point was craving the feel of him.

I was at the point of no return.

“Are you sure?” I heard him ask.

I ran my fingers through his silky hair and moaned an emphatic, “yes.”

His mouth opened and his tongue flicked out sweeping over that overly sensitive area and I felt my body jerk. His tongue licked my clit, darting and sweeping, and I writhed under his hands and searching mouth. I clutched handfuls of the coverlet in my tightening grasp using every bit of my strength, to stay put as his tongue dipped deeply into me.

He licked me greedily, savoring me.

I released the coverlet and ran my fingers into his hair shocked at its softness.

He growled deep in his chest and I lost it. Before I knew what was happening, I felt an unstoppable pull flow from my toes to behind my eyes, sending sparks of electricity shooting through my extremities. I cried out as wave after wave of fierce relief washed over me.

With my fingers still entangled in his hair, I held his head in place, pushing him to me as I lifted my body up to his mouth.

“Don’t stop… don’t stop.” I was moaning like a whore and I never felt more like a woman…at least not that I could remember.

I felt him smile against my throbbing skin and heard the relief in his quiet laughter as he kissed his way back up to my breasts where he flicked his tongue over the tips, exacerbating the intense craving building inside me again.

I moved like a woman possessed.

He knelt in front of me, and the sight alone, of his perfect form, nearly sent me back over that edge. His erection, hard and thick, was food for my starving eyes. The skin tightly stretched out in front of him. I stared at it like I’d never seen anything more beautiful before… and at that moment, I never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted him.

“Bradley, please.” My stomach rose and fell with each deep breath I took. I was trembling with anticipation. My eagerness showed. “I want you inside me, please…” Yes, I heard my voice. I heard myself begging.

Who was that woman?

I lifted my hips up trying to connect us, but the pain in my hip shot through me like lightning. I quickly turned my head to the side, avoiding eye contact. He would stop if he’d seen it and it was the last thing I wanted.

“Sarah, I love you so much. I need you…” The desire in his voice nearly made me come.

“Bradley, stop talking and fuck me.” I begged…again.

“If we do this too soon, if you feel like I pushed you…you’ll hold it against me.”

I reached over and grabbed his white-hot erection.

“If you don’t do this soon, I will hurt you.”

I think I actually meant it.

I literally pulled him to me and tried to lift my ass again. But before I could, he lowered himself and slid effortlessly into me, filling me, greedily claiming what was now his.

If anything could make me feel like I was home, it would be this…being filled, being loved, cherished, comforted and held close. If anything made me feel like I was me again, it was sex with this man. Everything about this most intimate act, made me feel whole. I could wonder at my brazenness, especially now, but when he started moving inside me the earth moved with him and a very familiar feeling built deep inside sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I guess you can say he filled my mind, body and soul…and right now it was what I needed.


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Excerpt from ‘Act Accordingly’

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By the time I got home, I staggered through the door to my apartment. I had consumed enough champagne and bourbon to warrant a hell of a hangover tomorrow. But now…now I was feeling a bit frisky. So I did what any hot-blooded woman would do, I drunk dialed the hottest man I knew. Well, sorta.

I was looking in my pocket book for my cell phone to call Shannon, and when I couldn’t find it in a reasonable amount of time. I dumped the contents of my small purse onto the top of the counter in the kitchen. My makeup fell to the floor skidding across the tile surface, and my cell phone bounced across the counter bumping against the coffee canister. I noticed it chipped the ceramic.

“Damn it.”

I kicked off my shoes and went to the fridge to pull out the half bottle of champagne I always had available, figuring that if I were doomed to have a head splitting hangover, then I would do it properly. I popped the top over the sink and grabbed a glass out of cupboard. I took a sip, nearly draining the small flute.

After refilling it, I made my way back over to the counter to grab my cell. I scrolled through my contacts in an attempt to get to my phone log and came across a name I haven’t seen in a while. I have to admit, the thought of his voice on the other end had me nearly panting. But what if he had someone in his bed, what if he was in someone else’s bed.

You know, I could have spent the night talking myself out of calling with a list of ‘what if’s’ that were as long as my arm, but then I was drunk.

Did I mention frisky?

So without further ado, I pushed send and listened as the phone rang.

I was about to hang up thinking maybe he was out, or maybe he didn’t have his phone turned on…

“Hello?” The sexiest voice I’d ever heard spilled out of the receiver into my all-to-desperate ear.

I paused. Thinking what an ass I am. I had no plan, no witty line to say. I just…breathed.

Wake up Nic. Are you a total idiot? I screamed inside my head.

“Nic?” His voice was scratchy with sleep.

“Yeah.”

I was stunned at how speechless I was. I should have rehearsed some sexy one-liners or, at the very least, have something more than ‘yeah’ to say.

“What took you so long?”

I dropped the phone.

My hand shook so much when he asked that, that I actually dropped the phone.

I quickly got down on my knees and retrieved the phone from the floor.

“Hello?” I managed to mumble as I turned the phone around.

Yes, it was upside down.

“Hi.” His voice a little more pert, apparently he was a lot less sleepy now. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?” I answered, trying to buy some time. I mean who in their right mind is going to come flying because you called them. Duh.

“What took you so long?”

“What? Long?”

“Where are you Nic?” he was alert and I could almost see the concerned look on his face, or was it just wishful thinking?

“Um, home.” I actually managed to answer him. “Just got home. Girls took me out…Speed dating. Their idea of a good time.”

“They took you where?” I think I heard him chuckle.

“Told them if they ever do it again, I would personally kill them all.”

Boisterous laughter filtered through the phone, sending shivers all the way from my toes to the nape of my neck.

“Meet anyone interesting?” He asked. I could hear him smile.

“Interesting yeah, noteworthy—nope.” I immediately thought of Robert, then just as quickly, shooed that thought to the side of my alcohol sodden brain.

“I’ve been waiting for you to call. You did promise.” He paused. I wish I could see him so I could gage whether or not he was bullshitting. “I was actually going to call you.”

“Really?” My heart started beating rapidly I felt a little dizzy. “So why didn’t you?” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Because you promised and I didn’t think that you were the type who would break their promise. So I waited.” He paused. One second, then two, “very patiently, I might add.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, at least you called. When can I see you?” He asked, he sounded all sexy and husky. I felt a slight tightening in my midsection.

“When do you want to see me?” I said playfully, or was I stalling again?

“Now.”

“What?” I was sure I was hearing him incorrectly.

“If I had my way, it would be now.”

“1.4.2.6. East 72nd Street.” I whispered huskily. I was nearly panting.

“Give me about twenty minutes.”

I think I either was in shock, or dreaming.

I choose shock!

“Okay.”

He sounded as anxious as I was.

“Oh, what apartment number? I’d rather not wakeup every one of your neighbors pushing their buttons.”

Especially since you can be here pushing mine.

“16B.” I said, my voice failing me. My head was spinning, and I needed to take a shower.

“It wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“What?”

“Having to wake every one of your neighbors, I’ll see you soon.”

Yup, that was my insides clenching.

“I’ll be here.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Holy shit. I believe that was my very first booty call.

I jumped up and ran or rather stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Damn I was going to actually have sex with the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on.

I ducked under the water and washed the memory of speed dating away. I got out and dried off quickly. I loaded the toothbrush with toothpaste and brushed my teeth, twice.

I walked over to my dresser and opened my lingerie draw pulling out the sexiest bra and panties I owned. I knew exactly where they were. I’ve never actually worn them. I don’t know why. I think cause deep down inside me I knew I would need them for this very occasion.

I pulled the scrunchie out of my hair and let it fall around my shoulders and down my back. I rummaged through my drawer trying to find a package of thigh highs. Bingo!

I quickly removed them from the package and started to pull it over my thigh putting my nail right through it. I cursed like a sailor and tossed it into the garbage silently praying I had another pair of ivory thigh highs, or I’d have to rethink this particular look. I moved more of my panties aside and actually hooted. I found another pair. This time I slowly opened the package and carefully slid it up my leg, taking special measures not to rip it.

Opening the closet door, I lowered myself to the floor, pushing pairs of shoes to the side until I found my pair of four inch ivory pumps. I stood and slipped them on my feet.

I reapplied some makeup and freshened up my face.

I slipped my ivory silk robe on over the ivory and black silk lingerie and tied the waist loosely, making sure that an appropriate amount of cleavage was showing.

Okay, so you know me better.

I made sure there was an obscene amount of cleavage was visible. Happy now?

Looking in the full-length mirror, I turned to the left, and then to the right appraising myself. I think I actually winked at myself.

Job well done Nic! You look hot as hell!

I quickly pulled at the corners of the comforter, trying to make the bed. Then picked up all the throw pillows and placed them on the bed just so. Closed the closet door, effectively hiding the disorderly mess, and scooped all the toiletries from the surface of the bathroom sink into the two drawers beneath. Once I was satisfied that I didn’t look like I was a total slob, I raced into the living room and opened the doors to the wall unit revealing the fully stocked bar.

I wiped the glass ring marks and gathered the crumbs from the counters, disposing of the messy paper towel.

Grabbing two glasses from the cupboard, I took an unopened bottle of champagne from the fridge and put it into the ice bucket, surrounded it with ice, and set it aside on the counter.

I glanced at the mirror that hung over the small table in the front hallway and fluffed my hair with my fingertips pulling down the ends and ruffling the crown for a sexy bed head look. I looked down to make sure everything was in place.

Yes, including my cleavage and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the light tapping on the door.

I panicked for a second. Then I walked towards the door stopping two feet in front of it. Hundreds of thoughts raced through my head…

What if he isn’t what I remembered?

What if he doesn’t ‘excite’ me?

What if I don’t excite him?

What if this was a mistake?

What if…

Another tap.

“Coming.” I said softly.

By the way, I don’t do softly well.

I could feel my pulse in my temples; my chest ached. I raised my hand and placed it over my breast as I took a deep breath in, releasing it slowly, momentarily closing my eyes. Then without another thought, I reached over and removed the chain-lock slowly pulling the door open.

What I saw standing there took my breath away. He was truly breathtaking.

I don’t think I’ve ever had that thought about a person before, man nor woman.

All my doubts and worries just faded instantly, and my heart began pounding a different type of beat. Gone was the nervousness I was feeling moments earlier. It was quickly replaced with blatant lust.

Captain America stood there in a white V-necked tee shirt and a pair of faded jeans that hung on his hips perfectly. He pushed his fingers through his silky strands of brown curly hair—the same hair I fantasized about—and I found myself wanting to do the same thing.

“Hi.” He smiled, his eyes lit up and I nearly lost my friggin’ mind. “Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Not thinking clearly.” I said as I stepped back allowing him to move past me.

I felt the heat of his body as he walked by and trembled with anticipation.

I closed the door after him then turned to face him.

“I just want to say that I typically don’t call strange men over to my house,” He smiled, and I nearly fell over. “You…um, you are actually my first booty call.” I laughed nervously.

“I’m honored, I’ve never been anyone’s booty call before.” He chuckled.

I found that hard to believe.

He walked to where I stood and put his hands on the sides of my face, looked directly in my eyes for brief few seconds, then bent his head down and kissed me. His lips were so soft and warm. He gently kissed my cheeks, my lips, my neck, and my ears, as chills ran up and down my body. I was actually afraid that my legs would give out underneath me. He put his face into my hair and breathed in deeply, moaning softly.

Holy shit, this man was rocking my world. I actually pinched my side, and when I felt the pain of the pinch, I knew it was real and I wasn’t dreaming.

His mouth covered mine again, and he slowly pried my lips open with his tongue. I raised my hands to those silky strands and pulled him tighter to me as I sucked at his bottom lip. My whole body trembled as a tightening slowly built in my lower stomach and between my legs, the likes of which I’ve never felt before.

I was intoxicated, but not from the alcohol I’d consumed. That buzz left me the moment Brendon told me he was coming over and adrenaline coursed through my veins replacing my blood.

No, I was intoxicated by his physical presence—he seemed larger than life somehow—and by the proximity of his warm body, the expert way in which he kissed me. I was lost in a sea of searing heat and incredulous joy. My body was singing louder and louder with each touch.

To say that I wanted him was an understatement. To say that I needed him was more than the truth. To say I was beside myself didn’t really emphasize how I was feeling; they just weren’t the right words. There weren’t any words, only actions.

I reached my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me as I bent my body into his feeling it mold to his muscular frame. I basked in his warmth as it penetrated the surface of my skin. He moaned when I ran the tip of my tongue over his lips, down his neck, my yearning exposed.

Brendon reached under me and scooped me up into his arms easily, and with his lips still covering mine mumbled, ‘bed’ questionably against my mouth.

I at least had the wherewithal to point in the direction of my bedroom.

Unmistakable eagerness flowed through me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as bad in my whole life as I wanted this man right now.

He lowered me onto the bed gently, and I watched his eyes open wide when the side of my silk robe fell open revealing my body covered in ivory silk and lace.

“Jesus Christ.” I heard him groan between clenched teeth. “You’re killing me.”

Brendon hastily pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it. His chest and abdomen were ripped. I bit my lower lip, the need I felt to run my hands up and down the length of him was debilitating. He unzipped his jeans and lowered them down slightly, and his erection sprung forward, leaving no question as to his desire. He pushed them down to the floor using his feet, exposing tanned muscular thighs and calves.

He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants. I took notice that he wore no underwear. Another sign that he was anxious to get to me, or that he slept like that. That, as you can imagine, just made me even hotter than even I thought possible.

I sat up on my elbows and looked at him from head to toe. Admiring every single part of his well-defined body. He even had beautiful feet.

Holy shit. Have you ever seen a man with beautiful feet?

I know I haven’t. But his were.

All of him, every single, delicious inch of his decadent body was beautiful and I was hungry, hungry for the feel of his body inside me. Starving for the warmth of his skin. I wanted all of him.

He reached down into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a gold wrapper. He put it to the side, and then reached over my body, hooking his thumbs under the sides of my panties and slowly, deliberately pulled them down over my thighs, my knees. Each instance of his fingers touching my skin set me on fire. I was completely under his spell.

He dropped them, picked up the gold-foiled packet, and ripped it open. He slid the condom over his impressive length.

One word.

Drool.

Yup.

Drool.

I was literally drooling. The saliva was amassing in my mouth faster than I could swallow.

He gently spread my thighs and knelt between them.

“My God Nic, you are beautiful.” His eyes were half closed, “You take my breath away.”

Funny, that was what I was thinking too. Just reversed.

The top of my skin was burning.

My brain cells were numbed.

He lowered his head and slowly and unhurriedly licked me starting at my bellybutton stopping at my breast. Just like my dream, or fantasy, call it whatever you want. Just don’t make me think; I am enjoying each sensation way too much to think.

He tongue circled the outline of my areola before taking it in his mouth and sucking gently. Then he moved on to the other breast. He grazed his perfect teeth over the tips of each of my nipples, and I answered by arching my back up, feeling the warmth of his pelvis against my own.

He lowered his body onto me and he…

Use your imagination people.

Do I have to tell you every single detail?

Yes, we did the deed.

Yes, I screamed with pleasure.

Yes, he moaned.

It was otherworldly, and I’m pretty sure I will never be able to get enough of his particular brand of magic.

What was that?

Yeah. I know, I know.

Love…never again. I’m still standing strong on that. But I wouldn’t be lying if I said…I loved what he did to me. I loved how my body reacted. I loved that he was gentle when he should be and aggressive when I needed it.

I loved when he fulfilled my needs over and over and over again.

Okay so I’m bragging, deal!

You know what I loved the most?

I loved that he stayed the night and woke me up the same way he put me to sleep…by caressing my body, arousing my senses.

I always thought when people said Zen-like that they sounded like assholes. I still do to a certain extent, but what I’ve come to realize…Brendon is more than Zen. He is perfect.

Oh, and to appease all you sex fanatics out there. He was long, hard and filled me in every way a man can fulfill a woman.

Erotic?

Hell to the yes!

Do I come across to you as a woman who would settle for anything less?