

Jason and Laura

Love at First Slight Series

Tobi Doyle

Copyright © 2013 Tobi Doyle

All rights reserved.

Chapter One

I searched through the couch cushions trying desperately to find the damn remote. If Carlos was here, he'd know exactly where it was. But he wasn't here. He was with one of his girlfriends or the frickin' mother of his child. Dammit, I won't cry.

My hand came upon fabric and I pulled it up. Idiot. I was an idiot. What did I think I would find? Certainly not the hard plastic remote. No, it was a lavender thong.

I screamed as I flung it across the room and it landed on the bookshelf. Nauseated I washed my hands, picked up a grocery sack and bagged the offending panties before throwing them away. Fuck, they were expensive. Maybe that's why he strayed, because I wore boring panties. Shit, I needed a drink. I should really stop swearing too, if I wasn't careful I'd drop a bomb on one of my patients and that would be bad.

My phone rang and I was relieved it was Olivia.

"Guess what? I just won tickets to the concert Friday night, with backstage passes!" Olivia excitedly went on, "I've got two tickets. So, if you want to bring a friend, I'll totally give them to you."

"What do you mean? Don't you want to go?" I asked.

"Um, not really. I like the bands but I don't want to go backstage."

"Why the hell not? Hot rocker dudes? Come on, you have to go! You haven't been laid in three years and I totally could do with a wild girl's night out. I just found some bitch's thong in my couch!" I took a breath, "I'll take you to dinner, Chez Louis..." I knew she couldn't resist Chez Louis.

"That's not fair," she whined, "You know I'm a foodie!"

"I need this night, Liv. Please?" I begged.

She paused for a moment before answering, "Ok. I'll be the designated driver. We'll get dressed up and see if we can't find you some hot dude to take your mind off the asshole. Someone who's really hung, totally fit, and available for twenty-four hours of incredible sex."

I laughed, "Yeah, that's what I need. So I'll bring my stuff to your house and we'll get ready there. Ok?"

"You sound excited about this," she said.

"I am. God, finally something to look forward to. You better not chicken out on me, dammit."

"Of course not. It'll be fun," she said lamely and I just laughed.

"I know this isn't your thing, but color outside the lines for once, would ya?" I said and she giggled.

"Outside the lines?"

"All the way outside. See you tomorrow. Oh, and Liv? I'm dressing you and doing your makeup."

"Shit. See you tomorrow." She hung up.

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Friday night we sat in Olivia's master bedroom, she complained about the skirt I brought for her to wear, but she didn't change out of it. I took that as a small victory. She refused to put on smoky eyes, but at least she let me straighten her hair and put on some makeup. Seriously, sometimes she was such a guy. She was an Amazon goddess compared to me, all long legs and disgustingly slim. She looked like she ran twenty miles a day, but she didn't. I would hate her but she was my best friend. She was also a nice girl, in the truest sense. I had been married for the last five years, and worked with her at Stanford for the last three. She rarely dated and was famous for her dating rules. First she wouldn't date anyone she worked with, second, no kisses until the third date. Kisses! As far I knew the woman hadn't had sex the entire time she worked with me. Shit, I thought my life sucked.

"You know, Liv, if you see someone you want to go home with tonight, I'll totally be your wingman."

She looked at me with total disbelief, "Uh, no. Tonight is about you. Thank you for dinner by the way, I owe you for that. Tonight we will enjoy the concert and if you really feel up to it, I'll go backstage with you."

"Feel up to it?" I asked. "Liv, it's just a party."

"With people we don't know."

"And possibly incredibly hot guys who want to spend the night pleasuring the hell out of us." I waggled my brows and she just laughed.

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After the concert, I pulled Liv backstage. She dragged her heels the whole way and once we were inside she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. She complained about feeling too old and out of place. Jesus, I'm the one who was old and out of place, and I refused to leave. I pulled her to the bar and ordered two whiskeys. The guy next to me had a tattooed sleeve that looked amazing. He turned his green eyes to me and I swear to God I stopped breathing. Fuck. If there was any chance that I would go home with someone, please God, let it be him.

The man who leaned against the bar next to me turned to look at Liv and then flicked his gaze to me. His green eyes sought out mine again and he held out his tattooed hand.

"Hello beautiful. Did you enjoy the show?" His low voice sent tingles down my spine and I immediately realized he was Jay-C, the lead singer for Frenetic, the middle act. His friend was checking out Liv, so perhaps tonight might work out for both of us after all.

I gave him a seductive smile, "Of course. You rocked my world. I hope I can return the favor."

He pulled my hand up to his lips and said smoothly, "I'd like that, beautiful."

Holy hell. Yeah, me too. Jesus, I was glad I put on good panties tonight.

"Well, you kids have fun. I think I'll head on out." Olivia said tartly, "Ok?"

"Don't go." Hell, I wasn't ready to be left alone with him. She sucked as a wing man.

Jay-C grinned at her, "Sure, there's always room for one more."

Oh hell, not what I hoped for. I mean I loved Liv, but totally in an asexual way. This was not ok. He placed his hand on my back and slid it down my ass and squeezed gently.

"Relax," he breathed into my ear. His hand slid further down and then back up, under my skirt. He stepped behind me and slid his hands up my thigh. Holy Mary, Mother of God. I tried to remain calm but I couldn't stop the reaction my body was having.

Olivia held her hand up in front of his face and backed away, checking his pupils to see if he was high. Horrible wing-man, good friend though.

He raised an eyebrow annoyed with her and then his eyes softened as he spoke to me, "How about we go somewhere more private?"

I couldn't speak, I just nodded. His hand moved from my thigh to my waist and he offered his other hand to Olivia. Oh no, I really didn't want her to come. She seemed to read my mind.

She put her hands up defensively, "Look, I'm sure I would cherish the memories, but I have an early workday tomorrow." I smiled, relaxing and she added, "Text me when you get home, ok?"

Jay-C pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "I'll take good care of you, sweetheart." He ushered me through a back exit and the warm night engulfed us. I loved the Bay Area, the weather was phenomenal and it was a big city without all the high rises. He linked his fingers with mine and led me to a Jetta that was parked among Mercedes and limousines. I chuckled, he drove a Jetta? He shrugged, his eyebrow piercing reflecting the parking lot lights.

"It gets great gas mileage," he said as he unlocked it.

I grinned. "I know, I drive one too."

He pushed his fist toward me for a fist bump. "Hey, Jetta-buddy."

I laughed and bumped his fist. "I prefer to go by Laura, but Jetta-buddy works."

He held the door for me and I slid in. "Laura, call me Jason." He pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the hills.

"You live here?" I asked.

"Yeah, I grew up in Foster City, but I bought a house in Hillsborough."

My eyebrows arched, "Nice." Jesus, he couldn't be older than Liv, maybe twenty-six and he already owned a home in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods.

"What about you?"

My face scrunched up, this was just a one night stand, nothing more. There was no need to bring my baggage along. "Palo Alto."

He whistled, "Sweet. Where do you work?"

"Palo Alto, I'm a doctor." I said, purposefully leaving out details.

His brows furrowed, "Uh-huh. You married?"

"Uh, no. Divorced."

He was quiet as we made our way through the city. "So how did you get backstage passes tonight, Laura?"

"Oh, Olivia won them. Hey, who was that guy standing next to you?"

"Aidan Donegal, he's a record producer I'm thinking of working with."

"Huh, so he lives here too?" I asked, hoping maybe Liv would make a love connection. That woman needed a good man or at least a good night with a hung man. I couldn't help the grin that spread over my face as my hand slowly rested on his knee and trailed toward his crotch. God, I couldn't wait to see what he was hiding underneath his clothes.

He sucked in air between his teeth before he answered, shifting on his seat, "No, he's from LA. Fuck honey, I can't wait to feel your hands on me."

"Oh, that's good to hear, because I want to have my hands all over you." I said in a voice that I didn't recognize. Tonight I planned to be the woman I always wanted to be but was too scared. I looked over at him, he was incredibly sexy. He had bright green eyes, they were almost startling. He had a great nose and a clean shaven face that I could tell would be one hell of a thick beard if he ever let it go. His brown hair was sexy as hell, medium length and it looked messed up, like he just rolled out of bed. Shit, how was I going to get home in the morning? Taxi. I reminded myself to breathe, don't be analytical, professional Laura. Tonight I was just a woman who wanted nothing more than to enjoy the company of this incredibly hot guy. Jesus, how many years difference in age until I was considered a cougar?

"What are you thinking about, sweetheart?"

God his voice was amazing. I could listen to it day and night. I bit my lip before spitting it out, "Just wondering what Urban Dictionary's definition of cougar was."

He laughed a great belly laugh and shook his head. "I doubt the word would describe you, or us."

I shook my head, "I don't know, but truthfully, I don't really care."

"Good." He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles and then bit the pad of my thumb. Oh hell. I really needed to have this man naked, soon. The road to his house was windy and dark, and we ended up in his two car garage about fifteen minutes later. His other car was an Audi R4. I smirked at it as we walked by.

"Is the Jetta more fun to drive that that too?" I asked.

He grinned, "Uh, no. If you're really good, I'll let you drive it."

I rolled my eyes. That was not going to happen. I planned to be long gone and never return after tonight. He led me down a dark corridor and up some steps that led through a great room. The wall was entirely glass and looked out over the valley.

"Wow." I said, as I found myself drawn to the windows.

"Yeah, I like it too." He picked up a remote and turned on the fireplace. Smooth. Hmm, I hope he had condoms. He tilted his head, "Would you like a drink, Laura?"

"Water." I watched as his incredibly sexy ass crossed the room to the kitchen, pulling bottled water out of the fridge.

"Would you like a glass?" he asked.

"No, thank you." He brought the bottle to me but held it out of my reach, leaned in and kissed me first.

"Just a kiss?" I asked sassily, "Mmm, what if I had asked for a sandwich?"

He quirked a brow, and shook his head. He seemed unsure of himself suddenly and I realized we were in his home. That had to be odd, I couldn't imagine him bringing back a bunch of girls to his place, but then again he toured so much, it wasn't like he was home often. I splayed my hand against his rock-hard stomach. Oh, I needed to see that.

"May I?" I asked. I put the water down and hooked my thumb under his t-shirt and pulled gently. He grabbed the shoulders of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. I gasped. Holy hell, he was beautiful. My fingers traced the tattoo that was on his shoulder and swirled down across his chest and disappeared under his pants. I leaned in and placed gentle kisses along his inked skin earning me a moan from his lips. Jesus, he was like GI Joe, except I hoped there was more than a bump under those pants.

"Fuck, Laura. Your mouth is fucking amazing."

Hmm. Was he asking for a blow job? Condoms. We needed condoms. I ran my thumb up from groin, over his zipper and his penis leapt to attention. It seemed to be hung up in there so I set my hands on his waistband button and looked up for approval. He nodded and then hissed as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Fuck, his cock leapt out and literally hit me in the eye. That was never going to fit in my mouth, much less any other part of me.

"Oh my God," I breathed. He chuckled, he must get that a lot ... I tried not the think of all the other mouths that have been in my position. "Do you have condoms?" I asked.

"Yeah." He toed off his shoes and shucked his jeans. Damn, he was commando. Had he been like that through the concert? He pulled my hand toward the couch and sat me down. He leaned forward and knelt in front of me, kissing my lips gently.

"You have too many clothes on Laura." He pulled at my shirt and then slowly unbuttoned it. He kissed the tops of my breasts and then pushed me back on to the couch, grinding his erection into me while he kissed the hell out of my mouth. His hands pulled my bra down and he pulled my nipples between his thumb and fingers.

"Oh! I'm..." I was panting, pushing my hips towards him and enjoying the perfect friction. He leaned back, pulled his hands away.

"You want to come, Laura?"

Yes. What am I here for otherwise?

"Answer me, Laura," he said.

"Yes, Jason." He wanted to play games? I didn't know how to play games.

He stood up, watched the dismay on his face and shook his head. "Don't worry baby. We'll get there."

I sat back on my elbows annoyed. "We? I was almost there, dammit. What kind of games are you playing?"

He laughed. "Impatient? How about I promise to give you ten orgasms tonight? Will you relax then?"

"Ten? Jason, I would be happy with three really good ones. Honest," I said dryly.

He grinned, then kissed my belly and picked me up. "Jesus, you are tiny. I want you in my bed, Laura."

"I want you inside me, like five minutes ago," I complained.

"Oh, me too, but the condoms are in the bedroom." He shifted me easily and slapped my ass. "So are the handcuffs."

I squeaked and he laughed and nuzzled his face in my neck. "You smell incredible. I want to taste you, touch you, and feel every part of you."

"Yeah, yeah. All talk and no action."

That earned me another spank and then he threw me on his bed and peeled off my remaining clothes. He grabbed my thighs firmly and spread me wide. His finger slid through my folds and he looked up, "Fuck, you're really wet."

"Condom."

He shook his head and leaned down between my thighs. His tongue tentatively swiped between my lips and my legs tensed. I tried to tilt closer but he had a firm grip on me. He nipped at my clit and growled, "If you keep moving, I will tie you up."

Hmm. Never tried that before, but I was 34 years old, divorced, and the snooze button on my biological clock has been hit so many times that I thought it was broken. I was up for anything.

"Stop thinking. Relax." His tongue continued to play with me. Damn. He was really good at that. His nose brushed up against my clit as his tongue delved deep inside my folds. My legs tightened and quickly pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked sending me into the most intense orgasm I had ever had. It was a while before I was aware that he was kissing my belly and slowly making his way up to my breasts.

"God, you're so fucking amazing." He kissed my breast and pulled it into his mouth, gently tugging on my nipple.

"Jason, please, I want you inside me," I whispered.

"Not yet," he whispered as he slid his hands between my thighs. "Fuck, Laura you're so tight." One finger probed into my sensitive flesh and my legs opened of their own accord. "That's it, God you feel so good." he murmured as his erection pressed against my leg, mimicking the movements of his hand fucking me. His thumb toyed with my clit while his mouth suckled on my breast. "Do you want my mouth on you again?"

Oh shit, just like that I came. I think Carlos probably went down on me three times in the five years of our marriage, and Jason was willing to go twice in one night. He was my superhero.

I looked up at him shyly as he sat back on his heels. He grinned proudly, "You sure you don't want to go for ten? You're making it really easy on me."

I laughed and then made the come here motion. "Dammit, get inside me."

He pouted, leaned over me and whispered, "My name isn't dammit and I really want to hear you scream it before morning."

Oh hell, yes. I could do that. I ran my hands over his shoulders and he shifted, opened the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a foil packet. My eyes lit up and he laughed.

"You look like it's Christmas morning."

I shrugged. "It's been a while."

He grinned. "Yeah? Me too."

"Liar," I whispered and he looked at me warily before shaking his head.

"For someone who is laid out naked on my bed, you seem to have some trust issues."

Ok, Dr. Phil. Too much talking going on. I sat up and took the foil packet from him, placed the condom on the tip of his penis and then used my mouth to unroll it. I had seen it in a movie once and always wanted to try it. It had impressive results. He was rock solid in my mouth, and my fingers had to finish rolling the condom down the length since he wouldn't fit in my mouth. I slid up and down his length, massaging him with my tongue while my hand cupped his balls and massaged the root of his penis.

"If you keep that up I'm going to fuck you hard."

I continued laving him with my mouth and his hand twisted in my hair, setting the rhythm he wanted. Jesus, I was so turned on. He pulled my head up and watched me. I could swear I saw him counting to ten. His voice was raw, "You like it rough?"

"Maybe." I whispered. Hell if I knew, really. I knew I was more turned on by this guy than I had ever been before.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, pushed me back on to the bed. His hands intertwined with mine and he set them on either side of my head. He watched me carefully, "You want me to stop, you say red, ok?"

My eyebrows climbed up to my hairline. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

"Open your legs wider," he ordered as he settled between my thighs. The tip of his cock teased my entrance and his head fell to the side as he sighed. Then he slammed into me. I yelped, surprised at the sudden intrusion. Ohmigod, he was long. It felt like he was hitting my liver. And wide.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He slowly slid in and out and every fifth or sixth time he slammed into me hard. My hands were braced against his; I slowly drew my hips up, resting my legs on his back. He rotated his hips and then set up a demanding pace. I tried to hold on with my internal muscles. I was seriously getting fucked, and if this was rough, I might have to say I liked it. Then he started talking dirty, and I swear to God, I had no idea I could be so turned on.

"You like this? I'll fuck you like this for a while until you're tired of me hitting that spot there." He thrust in hard and I gasped at the sensation of him filling me completely. "Then I'm going to flip you over and take you from behind while I finger your clit."

Yup, that right there was orgasm number three, and I did in fact scream his name.

He grunted as I came, and I found even that sexy as hell. He flipped me over and pulled me on to his lap, filling me completely again.

"God I love how tiny you are. You like this?" He asked as his fingers massaged my clit and he rocked into me hitting my g-spot each and every time.

"Yes, oh God yes. I love how you feel." I groaned. Then I experienced my first multiorgasm ever. He pushed against my g-spot and continued his assault on my clit and the tension built from the inside of my womb and totally shattered my entire being. He gently pushed me forward so my hands were in front of me, and placed his hands on my hips and continued to move, extending my orgasm.

"Oh, fucking hell, another one." I held on to the sheets as it ripped through me, leaned down onto my elbows, exhausted.

"That's it, Laura. God you're fucking amazing. Come for me again."

So I did.

Jason growled, cursing as I felt him release in me, which set off another orgasm. Each time he moved, my sensitized flesh sent another orgasm through me. They were getting smaller and smaller but he felt it too. My pulse was causing my entire body to contract with it.

He kissed behind my ear, nuzzled my neck, and wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me up onto his lap again. His hand slid between my thighs and he slowly circled my clit. It was electric, I could feel how hard it was against his fingers.

"One more," he commanded. His mouth was gently kissing my shoulder, one hand tenderly cupping my breast, and his other hand flicked my clit, hard.

My head threw back and I came again, screaming, "Red." So intense it hurt. It felt amazing too.

"Shh, ok baby." He said soothingly as he pulled out, his hands massaged my neck, shoulders, and ran down my back. He grabbed the covers and pulled them over us. I couldn't move. Jesus, he hadn't been bragging about ten orgasms. If this was why women became cougars, more power to them.

He pulled me close to him, wrapping his arm around my waist and we stared at each other for a long while, until our breath returned to normal. He kissed my nose and grinned, "So that was once, nine more to go."

I giggled and pushed his shoulder playfully. "I can't move."

He grinned and then tilted my head up and kissed my lips gently. "So what's your story, Laura?"

"What do you mean? I don't have a story."

He scowled and then turned and looked up at the ceiling, "Why did you agree to get into a stranger's car for sex? You don't seem like the type."

I rolled on to my side and looked at him, waited until he looked back at him, "Tonight I'm the type."

"How long have you been divorced?"

I groaned, "Five days. Happy now?" I rolled to the side of the bed to get out but he caught my wrist.

"Hey, don't go." He pulled me toward him, pinned me on the bed and kissed me. "I just wanted to get to know you. I wasn't trying to piss you off."

"I don't want to talk about me, ok?" I answered.

He grinned and then kissed me gently, pulling me to the middle of the bed before settling himself over me. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." His lips trailed down my neck and he bit my shoulder as my hands wrapped around him.

"You feel really good." I whispered against his neck.

He sat up, grabbed another condom and rolled it on then settled himself over me again. "I love the way you feel." He slowly entered me this time, taking his time, making love to me. He moved gently, rocking in and out and then slowly pulling all the way out and entering me. He watched us as he moved, and I did too. When I began to feel my orgasm build I was ready for it. I clung to him as we fell over together. He held himself tightly against me, and finally leaned back. He looked down and I realized it felt different. Wet, very wet.

"It broke," he said quietly.

"I'm using birth control." I admitted. He nodded, but didn't look relieved. He rolled over and threw his arm over his head.

"I want to know if, you know." He glanced at me, "I would want you to have the baby, and I would help raise it."

"Jesus." I sighed. "That's really sweet of you Jason, but honestly, don't worry about it. I haven't been able to get pregnant for the last four years, so the chances that now, when I'm on contraceptive are pretty freakin' slim."

He chuffed. "Four years. How long were you married for?"

"Five." I turned and looked up at the ceiling. "He's a piece of shit that was screwing everyone but me, and managed to get some chick pregnant. So, I've been recently tested for every STD known to man, and you have no worries there," I muttered.

"Hey, I'm really sorry."

I turned and faced him, "I know. It's not a big deal."

"I don't screw around, Laura. I get regular checkups too, so you don't need to worry about disease."

"Hey, thanks. Well, that was a mood killer." I scooted closer and kissed his cheek, "I think I'll go home. I'll just call a cab."

"You don't have to. I'd like you to stay." He said.

"Um, that's sweet, but no thanks." I rolled away and this time he let me get up. I grabbed my clothes and found the bathroom and when I came out he was dressed also.

"I'll drive you," he said stubbornly. Oh hell, that would mean he would know where I lived. I wondered if Olivia was home yet, maybe I could have him drop me off there instead. Except she lived in Mountain View and I lived in Palo Alto. I decided to be an adult and gave him my address. As we drove toward Palo Alto I looked at him closely, he looked like a kid.

"How old are you?" I asked.

He grinned, "How old do you want me to be?"

"Ugh. I'm 34, how old are you?"

"27. Does that bother you?"

"Not really," I admitted. Hell it would bother me if I intended to see him again, but since that wasn't a prospect, I didn't really care.

As we pulled into my driveway he sighed, "Beautiful home. You're selling it?"

"Yeah, distribution of property, you know."

"Do you have a new place picked out?" He asked.

"Nope, I'll probably rent for a while." In Chicago, but he didn't need to know that.

He got out of the car, walked around and opened my door. "Laura, I'd like to see you again."

My face froze with a fake smile. "Sure, that'd be nice."

He scowled as he pulled out a card from his back pocket, "Call me, please. Especially if you're pregnant."

"Shh, I have really nosy neighbors," I hissed.

"Yeah? Then maybe you should take me inside before I throw you against the car and kiss you senseless." He smirked.

Crap, he seemed like a man of his word. "I'll call. Good night, Jason." I quickly made my way to the front door and unlocked it.

"Good night, Laura. I'll be seeing you."

Not if I see you first...

Chapter Two

I took a long hot shower after I made sure every door was locked. I pulled on my favorite nightshirt and climbed into bed, texting Olivia that I was home safe and sound before I cocooned myself in my bed. I woke sometime in the early afternoon and started packing. I threw every memory of the asshole into the trash and honestly considered throwing out everything. Then, I sat down on the couch and cried. What the hell was happening to me? I searched through the house and realized that logically, I couldn't afford to throw it all away. I wanted to, but I wouldn't. I would take this crap with me to Chicago and when I had the money I would replace it. Maybe I would just get a bunch of furniture covers, give everything a new look. That I probably could afford.

Livvy came over and brought me dinner. She was so good to me; I was going to miss her so much! She would help me work through my shit. We talked for hours about work, and Jason. She thought I should call him and just be honest that it was only for a short while. I couldn't though, he didn't seem like he wanted a short term relationship. Jesus, why did I have to find the one guy who didn't want a simple hook-up? Plus he was easily the hottest guy I had ever met. Dammit.

Work saved me from calling him that night. Olivia and I worked until late and then Liv promised to call me if she needed me and let me go back to bed.

Why did it feel so lonely in bed alone? I didn't miss Carlos; I missed having a warm body beside me. I missed the comfort of another human being. I could have called Jason, he would have gladly warmed my bed but I didn't want to lead him on. It didn't help that every time I thought of him a thrill went through me. I was still sore from him too, making me remember him every time I moved.

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Olivia looked different. Oh my God, she was glowing...

Even after her skirmish with the jerk cardiac surgeon with roaming hands, she still seemed happy. Then she told me about her possible date with Aidan, the hunk from the other night, and how he saved her at breakfast. I needed a project tonight so I promised to doll up my bff for her fabulous first date with Mr. Hunk. I wouldn't even hold it against him that he knew Jason if he was good for Olivia. He certainly made her smile, which neither of us had been doing for quite a while. Thanks to Carlos, the scum sucking ex-husband, now threatened to transfer her off of Ortho. God he was an ass.

At least if Liv was getting some action I could live vicariously through her. The next morning Olivia waddled in, with the biggest shit-eating grin I have ever seen.

"Oh my God! You had sex!!!"

"How do you know that?" she asked.

I nudged her shoulder, "You're relaxed, you're smiling, and you're glowing." I leaned in closer, "And you're walking like you're just a tad sore." God, I could relate to that. I clued her in to my favorite supplement for keeping her woman parts in harmony and then we dished on how great he was. She was excited that he was moving to the Bay Area. We started rounds and I suddenly worried that she was falling too fast for this guy. She was always so careful, and suddenly she's falling for this guy who was all over People Magazine last year. Hey, it's my guilty pleasure, don't judge.

"Be careful Livvy, He's just broken up with someone he lived with for two years." Crap, her face blanched and I realized she had no idea. I hugged her close, "Hell, I'm sorry honey, I thought you knew."

"It didn't come up. Hell, why didn't he tell me?"

"Did you talk about your ex-boyfriend? It's not exactly appropriate for first dates." I felt like crap, she looked totally shocked. I shouldn't have said anything. Later that evening I tried to calm her down. She was going home to him and she'd better get her head on straight.

"Sweetie, what's freaking you out the most? The fact that he was in a serious relationship, or is it that he didn't tell you?"

She wouldn't meet my eyes, "I don't know. I've fallen for this guy, really hard. But it's not like we had time to discuss the past. Last night was amazing and we talked about family and a dozen other things, but not past relationships. I feel like shit, but it's not because he didn't tell me." She blinked a couple of times, "What if I'm just a distraction? Rebound?"

I grunted, "No. No way. Dammit Livvy, you have the worst self-confidence of anyone I've ever met. He didn't track you down for rebound sex! He could have banged anyone after the concert. He likes you; a lot. He told you he's moving here, if you were rebound, he'd keep that a secret so he could bail."

My phone dinged and I used the lounge computer to pull up the x-rays we were waiting for. "I've got this. Go home."

"I can't," she whispered.

"Chicken-shit. Go home. I'll call you if I need you." I gave her a quick hug, turned her shoulders and pushed her toward the door. God, I hoped it worked out for her.

I went home later to my big, empty house and continued to go through everything, sorting and throwing it all out. Jesus, I was such an idiot to think I was ever in love, I mean what is love anyway? Just a chemical reaction in the brain. Endorphins releasing. It's all fake. I threw out the wedding album, my wedding dress, every home video and then started on my photos. It could have been anyone standing beside me for all those years and I probably would have felt the same if our biochemistry related to each other. Yet, Carlos and I had great biochemistry but not for long. If our chemistry was so great, why couldn't we make a baby?

A baby. What if I was pregnant right now? The thought made me smile; I would love to be pregnant. I could move to Chicago and Jason would never know. I fell asleep holding my belly and praying that there was a child growing in my womb. Jesus, I was delusional.

Thankfully Olivia looked great the next day. Things were definitely moving quickly for the two of them. The guy seemed to be putting it all out there for her, assuming he wasn't an egotistical asshole just using her for sex. I shook my head and listened to her go on and on about him. She was never this taken with a guy before.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" she asked me.

Should I answer her honestly or not? I debated the question for a moment before I found myself rolling my eyes. "No. I'm pretty sure I don't believe in love. Ever. Just a chemical reaction to pheromones."

"But, if my pheromones attract his pheromones, doesn't that mean we are a perfect match?" she asked. Ha, she sounded just like me last night.

"No. Pheromones make us attractive to each other, but trust me your pheromones make you attractive to any number of men, and vice versa."

"Jeez, your divorce has really made you cranky," she muttered and then laughed at me. That hurt.

"I'm happy for you, Livvy. I just don't believe in love anymore. It's a stupid chemical reaction and I think I'm better off just taking a pill so I can avoid it."

"Ouch," she whispered.

Dammit, I was just trying to protect her. I tried to suck it up, for Olivia's sake and be nice to the guy when he brought us lunch but then he had to bring up Jason, and I got a little catty. I'm not proud of myself, in fact I felt like crap the minute the words came out of my mouth. I tried to cover up by mentioning that I knew he was coming to Chicago and he was welcome to stay at the apartment. I probably shouldn't have added that I didn't want to hear them having sex. He didn't seem to mind it though. The way she lit up around him made me relax a little, maybe he was sincere.

CHAPTER Three

After several crappy days and worse nights I was looking forward to girl's night out. Olivia was finally going to spend an evening with me, sans Aidan. The man was always on her, like a fifth appendage. It would be gross, but they were disgustingly cute together. If I believed in love, I would say they were the poster children for it.

He dropped her off at my house with a huge box of dinner from Ling Lings and a promise to pick her up any time, day or night. Blech, it was like watching honeymooners. Sara, my neighbor across the street with a wicked sense of humor came over and made delicious margaritas. The night was going along well with Magic Mike playing in the Blu-Ray player and then we started doing vodka shots. Not my best idea. About four shots in I decided to call Carlos and it was, in fact, cathartic.

If I had a therapist, she'd probably have recommended that I write down what I said to Carlos and then burn it. Ha! What fun would that be? To hear his stammering and pathetic apologies, and even better, the woman's voice in the back asking, "Who is calling you at this time, Papi?" Ha. He was parasite who married me to have the perfect wife, but never understood what it meant to be married. I was just a naïve woman. No more. We decided to call all his other girlfriends just to give them a head's up that there was a Carlos fan club. Sometime later we managed to find enough of his crap still at the house to make a fairly decent voodoo doll. We probably should have made a dozen and passed them out. Several of the women we talked to thought they were his only girlfriend; the one he left his wife for. God, how could I have been such an effing idiot to believe him in the first place? Men suck. They just don't belong in our society. I called Aidan and told him I thought he was a stalking, control-freak and if he was using Olivia I would happily remove his balls. Olivia grabbed the phone and then started getting all mushy with him. I wasn't jealous. I wasn't! If I was jealous than that would mean that I believed in love, which I didn't. She finally got off the phone and then freaked because she told him she loved him.

"Calm down. The asshole knows you love him," I snarked. It was freakin' obvious. I shook my head and the room spun; sweat broke out on my forehead. Crap. "Shit, I think I'm going to throw up."

Thank God we invited Sara; she managed to get me to the bathroom in time. I really didn't want to have to shampoo the carpets again. I felt so much better after I hurled the entire contents of my innards. Pretty sure I saw my gall bladder and spleen get flushed away. Sara tucked me in to the couch and I passed out. She managed to get me to down some Tylenol and water before I fell asleep. I was going to miss her as a neighbor.

In the morning Aidan showed up with breakfast. The smell of hash browns made my stomach turn and I ran to the bathroom, without stumbling, and dry heaved into the toilet.

I wanted to die. Not just because I was hung over but because I had been really unfair to him last night. I returned back to the living room and lay down on the carpet, draped my arm over my eyes and whispered, "Aidan."

"Yes." he said patiently.

"I'm really sorry for what I said last night. I think I probably said things I shouldn't have." I sipped the water left over from last night and carefully watched his reaction.

He shrugged. "It's ok." He looked at Olivia, "I'm not sorry you called." His face broke into a huge grin and he crawled over to where she was sitting on the floor. The two of them started whispering and snuggling. God. Who the hell else did I call? I flipped through my phone and recognized Carlos' phone number. Thankfully I remembered that call very well, and I wasn't feeling bad about it at all. Scrolling down I saw that we called several of Carlos' girlfriends. I remembered those, I could live with how those calls went.

"Oh fuck! I called Jason? When did I call Jason? It says we talked for four minutes. God dammit, what did I say?" I looked at Liv for some help.

She smirked at me, "I called Jason after you bitched at Aidan. You were hurling in the bathroom."

"You bitch!" I threw my empty water bottle at her and stalked from the room. This was so much worse than my phone call to Aidan. I went into my bedroom, grabbed some fresh clothes and decided I would take a shower. Sara had already slipped out and Aidan was going to take Liv home anyway. My skin smelled like vodka. I washed several times and then used my favorite lotion to soothe my nerves and feel better in my own skin. I no longer smelled like vodka, but I still felt like crap. I walked into the living room to view the damage. At least it was minimal. I grabbed a garbage bag and gathered all the Chinese food and breakfast to throw away.

I needed toast and tea. Maybe a Doris Day marathon. As I threw the garbage outside I saw Jason park in my driveway. Shit. I watched as he opened the door, eyeing me warily.

"Morning, Laura. Thought we should talk." God, what that voice did to me...

I put on my poker face. "I'm not feeling well this morning Jason, maybe some other time." I said quietly. God it was so bright outside. I shielded my eyes and walked through the side garage door with him close at my heels.

I walked into the kitchen, ignoring him and put a pot of hot water on the stove. I quietly opened my cabinets and found my chamomile tea and my favorite mug. I looked up, "Want some tea?"

He looked amused, "No, thanks. So, girl's night in, eh?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do?"

"Besides the vodka and margaritas?"

He chuckled, "Yeah."

"Well, I called my ex," I looked up and grinned, "that was cathartic. Then we called his girlfriends. A bunch of them thought that he left me for just them. I suggested they contact each other. Oh... I should check Facebook. Then we made a voodoo doll of Carlos. That was fun."

"Cathartic? You feel better?" He stepped toward me, put his hands on either side of my waist and leaned in and kissed me.

"A little," I admitted.

"So, your bastard of an ex-husband cheated on you, and many other women, got one of them pregnant, when you wanted children. Does that about sum it up?"

"Yes." My brows furrowed, "Are you trying to make me feel bad?"

"Nope, just trying to figure out how much baggage I'm going to have to deal with to make you understand that I like you Laura and I would like to date you. I'd really like to get to know you better, and if you want kids, I'd like to help you out there too."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, thanks. Look Jason, I won't lie. You are definitely sexy as hell and the best sex I've ever had in my life; but I'm moving to Chicago in a couple of days, so it's just not going to work out."

He smirked and then leaned in and whispered, "Best sex? Hmm. How do you know? And," he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me close to him, "What if we were to just enjoy each other for the next couple of days. If you don't want to see me when you move to Chicago, fine. If you do, I'll make it work. I've got a jet, babe."

God he smelled good. He made my stomach settle. My tea pot whistled and I took it off the stove and poured the hot water into my cup.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked politely and he gave me a stunning smile.

"I'm fine. How are you feeling, really?"

I grabbed the bread bag and stuffed two slices into the toaster. I shrugged, "I'll feel better in a couple of days. I have never had that much to drink. Jeez, poor Livvy, she kept up with me."

"Aidan will take care of her."

I looked up at him, "How well do you know him?"

"Pretty well I guess. We've spent the last few days hanging out, working on stuff. He's a good guy."

"Would you let him date your sister?"

Jason smiled, "I don't have a sister, but I understand what you're saying. He's head over heels in love with Olivia. Totally gone. I hope Olivia feels the same."

I shrugged. "I think she does."

"What?" he prodded.

"She does. She's crazy for him. Totally insecure that he's going to wake up someday and decide she's not worthy of him." I raised my eyebrows. "Ok?"

"You don't trust Aidan?" he asked.

"I don't trust anyone, and I don't believe in love anymore. I've decided it's just a biochemical ruse."

He laughed. "Ok. So you don't believe in love, but you want children."

I looked at him confused, "What's your point?"

"Will you love your children?"

"Yes, of course."

"But it's just a biochemical ruse," he teased.

The toast popped up and I grabbed a piece and chewed on it. He watched amused but I chose to continue to ignore him. I gathered my toast on a paper towel and took my tea into the living room. I went over to my DVD's and pulled out "A Touch of Mink" and raised an eyebrow.

"I love Doris Day," he said and settled down on the couch. I started the movie and plopped down beside him. He pulled me into him, resting my head on his chest. "Jesus, you're so tiny." He kissed the top of my forehead. "You know what I do when someone pisses me off?"

I looked up into his startling green eyes, "What?"

"I write a really mean song about them, make millions off of it." He winked. "It's cathartic."

I laughed and snuggled into him. "Why are you still here?" I asked shyly.

"I told you, I want to get to know you Laura." His hand slid around my body and pulled me closer to him. I relaxed against his warmth.

"I'm not in a very friendly place, right now. You sort of picked a bad time to get to know me."

"Shh, watch the movie," he whispered. "Besides, Liv already promised to give me your phone and address in Chicago." He leaned forward and his long arms easily reached my mug and he pulled it toward me. I scooted up a little and took it from him, sipping the weak tea which always made my stomach settle. I snuggled into him, relaxed and watched the movie.

I loved Doris Day's character, Kimberly Timberlake. When I was twelve I thought she was independent, and strong, honest and loyal and what I really wanted to be when I grew up. Jason played with my hair, ran his hands from my shoulders down my arms, constantly touching me, and I loved it.

"Why do you like this movie so much?" he asked quietly.

"I just do. It's a sweet romance." I admitted.

"So, when you've decided you don't believe in love, you watch romantic comedies."

"Shut up," I groused.

He put my tea back down on the table and sat back, pulling me completely over his lap. He kissed my lips, pulling my lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently. I should have told him to leave, but I didn't. Not when my body craved him so much. He whispered into my neck, "You're the only woman I've been with for almost a year, Laura." He pulled at my shirt and tugged it over my head. His hands cupped my breasts as tongue delved into my mouth, heating my core.

I leaned back and looked at him, "Please don't lie to me. You've got girls throwing themselves at you all the time."

"Yeah, and if I slept with them I'd have my picture and videos plastered all over. I don't want that. I like being in the band, I like the fame, but not in the bedroom. Jesus, Laura, I took you to my home." His hand dipped down into my yoga pants. His fingers swept across my labia and his breath hitched, "Fuck, you're wet."

"What do you want from me, Jason?" I asked tilting my hips up to encourage his hand.

He slid two fingers deep inside me and kissed me fiercely. He broke the kiss and said raggedly, "This, I want this." I came apart, shuddering against him. He pulled my pants down, then his and then settled himself between my thighs. His knees were on the floor, my ass hanging over the couch waiting to be impaled by his beautiful cock.

"Condom." I said and he shook his head.

"No. This is what I want. You and me. Exclusive." He rested the tip of his penis at my entrance, and teased my opening. I couldn't. It wouldn't be right. I could get pregnant, and then he would want to be in my life. He would move on and I would have his child, and have to watch him with his new girlfriend.

He pinched my nipple immediately causing pleasure with pain and focusing my attention on just him.

"Stop." He commanded, "I'm not him. Jesus, give us two days, at least until you move. Don't think long term." He leaned in took my breast in my mouth. "Fuck, say yes."

"Yes." I sighed and he slid in partway, stretching my core. "Oh!" I tightened around him immediately and he slid out.

"Are you ok?" He whispered, his green eyes were soft and searching mine.

"Yes," I looked at him, "no condom?"

"No baby, we don't need it." He slid in partway and stayed there, waiting for me to adjust before slowly sliding out and then back in just a little more.

"Do you have other children?" I asked, worried that he was just trying to repopulate the world with stupid, horny bitches like me.

He stilled and scowled at me. "No, Laura. I have had three serious girlfriends, the last one ended about fourteen months ago. I have no children, no ex-wives, and I only want to have a monogamous relationship with you. Ok?"

I nodded, and blinked to stop the stinging in my eyes.

"I won't lie to you Laura. Not ever." He leaned down and kissed me gently, my hands wrapped around his shoulders and I sunk my hips down his shaft. He continued his slow thrusts, sliding in and out, just a little more each time until he was completely inside me. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine, "You are so amazing, and I want to be buried in you like this every night."

He rotated his hips so he touched ever part of my insides and I clenched tightly against him.

"Fuck, that's it. Do that again." He began to increase the pace and I held on to his shoulders for dear life as I tried to grip my internal muscles around him. He slid in and out of me easily now, I was so wet for him. His mouth laid kisses on my lips, my jaw, and down my neck sending shivers through my core. Suddenly he pulled out of me, sat down on the couch and pulled me on top of him. Holy hell, my clit ground against him as I rocked back and forth. His strong arms encircled me and he guided me while he whispered against my ear. "You won't want to let me go, Laura. I'll come to Chicago every fuckin' week so I can bury myself in you. You are so sweet and feel so incredible." His tongue traced my ear and then he bit gently, "Call my name when you come, baby."

"You're a bossy man." I breathed. I would let him go. I could do this for two days. It was like an extended hook-up. I could handle it.

His eyes hardened at my words, "You like me bossy don't you?"

"Yeah, I think I do." I admitted and he grinned wickedly, bent his head and suckled my nipple creating the most amazing sensation. My head fell back as my orgasm consumed me.

I did scream his name. It was garbled and loud, and totally uncontrolled.

He filled me pumping over and over again until finally he held me tightly and panted, planting gentle kisses over my face and lips.

"How the hangover?" he whispered.

I grinned, "It's gone."

"I'm just a cure-all, baby."

"I think it was the tea." I replied dryly.

He smirked and then spanked my ass. "Yeah? The tea? Come on, we shower and then we experiment as to whether the tea or my fine cock is what you want."

"You are very arrogant," I said as I slowly got up. I missed his touch immediately.

He stood up and gathered me into his arms, "A little. I'm glad you're feeling better." He kissed my nose as we padded completely naked, into the bathroom. He looked around, taking in the ridiculously large bathroom. The shower had two heads, and our sunken bathtub had jets, but I had rarely used it.

"I think we should take a bath," he said. He leaned over and turned it on, adjusting the temperature and picked up a bottle of bath gel, sniffed it and wrinkled his nose. "Do you use this tub?"

"Only a couple of times."

He handed me the bottle. "This won't do. What else do you have?"

I snorted at his audacity, but then his eyes dared me to argue and I couldn't. I opened up my bathroom cabinet and handed him the box of small bath gels someone gave me for Christmas. He opened up several before settling on one. He placed it beside the tub and motioned for me to come over. I pulled my hair up in a messy bun and gave him a lazy smile.

"Now today, you will do as I say. I promise to take very good care of you, and if you are a good girl, I will pleasure you all night."

"How can I refuse you with such a promise as that?" I snarked.

"Do you doubt me?"

"No," I said honestly and then he smiled and my heart stuttered. He was so beautiful when he smiled.

"Come here." He stepped into the tub and had me sit, leaning against his back. "What do you feel, Laura?"

"I feel relaxed." I whispered, "I love the feel of the warm water surrounding me and you touching me."

"I love touching you. Your skin is so soft." He lathered his hands and began washing me, tenderly. "I want to spend the next two days touching you." My head rolled back into his shoulder and he kissed my forehead. "You're so tiny; I just want to take care of you."

I tensed. "I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, I just said I'd like to do it. Relax," he commanded and began massaging my shoulders and neck.

"Oh God, that feels good." I moaned. I felt his penis begin to twitch against my back.

"I love the sounds you make," he said as he pulled me back against his chest and began massaging my breasts. "Have you ever come like this?"

What? Jesus, I was so out of my depth with this man and sex.

"Have you? God, I feel you wriggling against me when I play with your breasts. Can you come like that?" Could I? I had no idea. He chuckled. "You're suddenly very shy." He pulled at my nipples and my hips began to rock in response.

"I am always shy. The other night wasn't me."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it was you because I remember this amazing body pressed against mine." One hand held me against his back while he played with my breasts, making me feel so empty. I whimpered when his other hand moved between my thighs. He used his legs to hook around mine and lock me into place, open for him. His fingers slowly traced around my lips, driving me insane. I tried to move my hips, force his hand closer to my clit, but he had me pinned.

"No baby, remember you do as I say today." He teased and then slowly stroked over my clit, circling it a few times before I felt my legs stiffen and I came against him. He released my legs and his hands held my waist, "Sit up on the side of the tub." I sat on the edge of the tub, the sides were tiled and I had at one time filled the entire space with ferns, until they all died. Carlos had chided me that I couldn't even keep a plant alive, how could I care for a child. Bastard. My mind snapped back into the present as he hitched my legs over his shoulders and pulled my center directly on top of his mouth.

"Oh!" His tongue delved into me, his hands holding me steady as he licked me from stem to stern. "Shit! Too much." He quickly put his lips over my clit and sucked gently.

"I'll decide what's too much," he warned me as he continued his sensual assault. God his tongue felt amazing, just the right pressure. I relaxed against him, letting only the sensations of him take over my body. He slid two fingers into my opening as he sucked my clit and I came hard, tight against his fingers, my hips rocking against his mouth. I would never, ever, get enough of this man. He stood up, carrying me with him, both of us were dripping wet and went to the bedroom. He placed me on my back and covered me, placing his impressive erection between my legs, teasing my opening and then sliding up to my clit and back. He grabbed my knees and pushed them on to the bed, opening me wide. He looked up at me, "You're so beautiful. Tell me what you want."

"Jason, I want you." My voice was tight, my body on edge needing him to fill me. "Please," I begged. His wicked smile returned and he slowly sank into me.

His eyes opened wide as he slid into me again, stretching me to my fullest capacity. He pulled my right leg up, and I gasped as his penis hit my g-spot. He bit his bottom lip, trying to maintain control as he set up a gentle rhythm.

"What do you want, Jason?" I asked, wanting him to let go and lose control in me. He grunted and then slammed in hard.

"Fuck, you can take me?" he asked as he slid out and pushed back in, buried deep. It hurt. Just a little. It felt amazing too.

"Yeah, let go, Jason."

"You sure?" He smirked. "Hold the headboard."

My hands reached up to brace myself but I wasn't prepared for the force he unleashed. I slid and he pulled me down toward the edge of the bed. "Hang your leg over." He pinned down my shoulders and began a delicious demanding pace that had me writhing beneath him.

"Fuck, come," he groaned as he increased the force. Each time he filled me I felt myself climax again and again. My muscles went into an uncontrolled spasm around him and he cried out as he joined me. Multfuckingorgasmic. He picked me up and slid us to the center of the bed and then pulled the covers over us.

"Sleep," he commanded. He wrapped me in his arms, my head on his chest listening to its rapid beat as I fell asleep.

It wasn't love, it was really great sex.

CHAPTER Four

"Laura, your phone is ringing." Jason gently pushed the hair from my forehead. "Wake up, sleepy head."

I lifted my head and groaned. "I don't want to get up," I mumbled. My phone stopped ringing and I dropped my head back on to his chest. Mmm. It was a delicious chest. My hands traced the outline of his muscles as he chuckled. The phone pinged a text.

"It could be Liv," he said quietly.

I raised my head and opened one eye. "You don't play fair." I rolled off him and grabbed my robe before searching the house for my errant phone. It was, I think, near the couch. I found it and checked a missed call from Scooter, and a text reminding me about the barbecue.

"Crap," I muttered.

"What's wrong," Jason asked. I turned and his head was leaning against the palm of his hand, his elbow on the wall. He looked like a freakin' model. My mouth went dry. He grinned at my reaction, raised his eyebrow and then did a body builder pose.

I laughed, "I forgot there's a barbecue today I'm supposed to go to." His face fell slightly and I hoped it was because he wanted to spend the day with me too. I looked up shyly. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Yeah. Definitely. Come on, we can try the shower next." He waggled his eyebrows and I just giggled.

He was as talented in the shower as he was in the tub.

He took out his eyebrow piercing and brushed his messy hair.

"That's it?" I asked, "That is your big disguise?"

He laughed. "Hey, Clark Kent just had glasses."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I muttered.

We showed up to the barbecue a little late, but before Liv and Aidan. I figured Jason would be relieved that he would know at least one person there. I pointed out Liv's house to Jason as we drove by. He recognized Aidan's car in the driveway. I just rolled my eyes and he laughed at my reaction.

No one seemed to recognize Jason at the party, and he fit in great with the guys. He was attentive, grabbing me a bottle of water to keep me hydrated, and staying beside me while I talked to the guys. I found out Carlos was serious about moving Olivia to the burn unit. We tried to brainstorm on ways to stop him. Scooter promised to tell Olivia before it happened, and I knew she had a backup plan at ValleyHealth. When Olivia and Aidan finally arrived I smirked at the look of surprise on her face.

Aidan calmly held out his hand, greeting Jason, which ticked Neal off, a third year resident who had spent the last twenty minutes trying to figure out where we met, because he was sure he knew Jason from somewhere.

As soon as she could Olivia started pumping me for information. I tried to head it off by asking her how Aidan handled her dropping the "Love" bomb on the phone last night.

Liv bit her lip, "He wants me to help him go house hunting." She shrugged, "It's moving so fast. I'm not sure of anything anymore, you know?"

I nudged her shoulder. "You're preaching to the choir sweetheart."

"So what's the deal with Jason. You going to stay in touch?"

"He's already told me that you would rat me out, so yeah, I'll stay in touch." I glanced over at him and it made my insides warm. "I have no idea what the man sees in me, but damn, he makes me feel amazing."

"You deserve it, Laura. You are beautiful, brilliant, and so incredibly kind and he sees you." She gave me a hug. The guys in the family room started making a fuss over a YouTube video they had found. We walked in and there was Liv, younger but still very much Liv singing and she sounded amazing.

Jason pulled me into his arms and I went willingly. No one was watching us, everyone was glued to the tv and Livvy's sexy as hell performance. She had a great voice, husky, and seriously sexy. Who knew?

Jason exclaimed, "Damn, you can really sing!" He looked at her with fascination, I could tell he was thinking about something. Finally he nudged Aidan and whispered, "She'd sound great on that new song you wrote."

The residents started babbling on about how they wanted to do a parody of one of Jason's songs. I nearly died. Jason, in his Clark Kent disguise which was apparently working, took Scooter's guitar and played the tune and sang quietly. It was sexy as hell. Liv tried to persuade them to have Jason do the parody instead but then Scooter said he preferred Liv's voice. We all cracked up, it was so damn funny, the man was getting dissed and couldn't do anything about it.

Scooter agreed that Jason could play, and the next thing I know, he and Aidan were pulling music equipment out and setting it up.

"What the hell?" Liv asked, watching as the guys set up on the patio.

"They're like security blankets. Hard to leave home without 'em."

I giggled. "Hard to imagine you need a security blanket, Jay."

He flashed his eyes at me and said in a low, serious tone, "You know if you keep teasing me, there will be consequences."

"I can't wait." I really couldn't. Damn, they needed to hurry up so I could get that man back home.

As we left, he hadn't forgotten his threat, or perhaps it was a promise. He held the door open for me and when he slid in the driver's seat he looked over at me.

"We are spending the night at my place." He started the car and then smirked over at me.

"Um, ok. Except I'm meeting the movers at noon at my place."

He nodded. "I'll have you back by then." He said nothing else until we arrived at his place. His hand rested on my thigh, running up and down it gently and setting my body on fire.

He opened my door when we arrived in his garage and led me through to the great room again. It felt like ages since I had been here last. He turned on the fireplace and pulled me to the couch.

"Why are the movers coming tomorrow?" he asked quietly as his hands combed through my hair.

"It's time. They pack up and then drive to Chicago. I'm meeting them there." I tilted my head towards his hands, it felt incredible.

He sat up and scowled, "You're not driving out there."

I grinned, surprised that I liked his protectiveness, "No. The Jetta actually will fit in the moving truck."

"Sweet." He relaxed and then pulled my legs over his lap. "So, you fly out and then what?"

"I move into my apartment."

He shook his head, "No, it will take them a couple of days at least to drive out." He ran his hand along the inside of my thigh. "I think you are lying to me. No lies between us Laura."

I smirked, "I'm not lying. I leave in two days, Liv will join me with Aidan and help me unpack. The truck had better be there. They promised a two day trip."

He scowled at me again, "Tell me what you plan to do between when you fly out and when Liv arrives, because there's probably a day or two that you aren't accounting for."

"Don't scowl at me."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look Laura, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Just tell me what your plans are."

I laughed at him. "The hard way? Shit, Jason, you sound like a cliché. I'm moving into my apartment. Yes, there will be no things in my home, but I want to be there. I need to leave here." I looked at him for some sense of understanding what I meant. "I need to leave. I hate being here. I hate that everyone knows I was fooled by Carlos. After seven years of living here I have two close friends. Just two." I shook my head, "I am so over crying." I muttered as I blinked back tears.

He pulled me into his lap and kissed my forehead. "Those guys tonight are going to miss you Laura. You have more than two friends."

"Not the same." I whispered, "I would never tell them anything personal. Just Laura and Sara."

He grunted, "You have me." He tilted my chin so he could look in my eyes, "I have to work some next week, we've got concerts I have to go to, but I can fly you out to Chicago and stay with you. I'll go to my concert and fly back, help you unpack." He kissed my forehead, "Let me come to Chicago with you, please."

"You don't have to, Jason. It's really sweet, but honestly, it's ok."

"God dammit Laura, I don't have to. I want to." He pushed me down on the couch and covered me completely. He kissed me, pushing my legs apart so he fit in between me. "You are so frustrating."

I ran my hands down his shoulders to his amazing ass. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be difficult, I just am. You should just cut your losses, Jason." I couldn't help how pitiful my voice sounded. Shit, I should have insisted we go to my home. I once again had no way to get home. I felt trapped and uncomfortable.

"You're not leaving; even if I have to tie you up," he muttered as he planted a kiss against my lips.

I relaxed slightly, enjoying the feel of his weight on me. "Fine."

"Fine, you're not leaving, or fine, I'm coming to Chicago?" he asked, peppering kisses along my face and neck.

"Do whatever you want Jason. If you want to come to Chicago, you are welcome to stay with me. It doesn't change how I feel," I answered honestly.

"And how do you feel?" he asked, as he nudged his cock between my legs. Damn, the man definitely knew how to turn me on. His incredibly sexy voice bathed my ears and his body cocooned mine. I was surrounded completely in Jason and in that moment all I could think of was him.

I whispered as I enjoyed the sensation of him, "I like you Jason, I like spending time with you but I don't believe in love."

He sighed, resting his head on my shoulder, "I can live with that for now. We are still exclusive."

"Yes. Of course." I could live with that. He wasn't my boyfriend, Jesus, he was so young he was more like my boy toy. Oh my God, I had a boy toy. I was not like Carlos, who had several women, I just had the one. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, emotionally, but physically I was ok with it. Maybe for a while. Especially when he was doing that thing with his tongue against my neck. Oh. My. God..

CHAPTER Five

The move seemed to take forever. It only got weird once, when Jason was over and he realized there was nothing of Carlos left in the house. I guess I had done a good job getting rid of him.

"Babe, I gotta say I'm curious. What did your ex-husband look like? There are no pictures."

I scoffed, "Well, uh, nothing like you. He's Filipino, 5'7", and you know, attractive, I guess."

"Uh huh. Attractive enough to win your heart and make you fall in love."

I groaned, "I guess. He's charming in his own way."

Jason laughed, "Apparently. He's got women lined up."

I rolled my eyes, "So do you."

He glared, "I don't want them lined up, they do it on their own. Unlike your husband." Shit, that was a low blow. It hurt. He immediately held up his hands reading my face, "I'm sorry. I guess I'm jealous."

"Of Carlos?"

"You loved him. Yeah, I'm jealous."

I rolled my eyes. "And now I don't." I shook my head, "What do you want me to say? I was married. You knew that when we started dating."

He grinned, "So we're dating. I'm your boyfriend?"

"Jesus, what are we, in middle school?"

Jason sighed, "No dammit, I'm just trying to figure out what the hell you want."

I groaned, "I don't know what the hell you are Jason. Do you want the truth?" I felt rage building inside me. There was no way I was going to let any man rule me again.

He quirked a brow, "Yeah, I want the truth."

"You're my boy toy." Oh shit, did I really say that out loud?

He smirked, shook his head and then laughed. "Boy toy? Jesus Laura, you really know how to hurt a guy."

I sighed, "I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry, I'm so screwed up. Jason, you are amazing, a sweet, kind, incredibly sexy man. I have no idea why you even want to spend time with me."

Jason glared at me. "Don't. Just don't. I'm sorry your husband was such a douche-bag. He was a cheating, piece of shit. Laura, he's still a cheating piece of shit. Don't ever judge your worth on him, do you hear me?" He looked around the room, the movers were ignoring us.

I blinked. I had no idea what to say.

"Look, we've got the next couple of days together. I'm sorry I brought him up. I won't do that again. He's your past. Just your past. You're better than him, you've grown. Don't doubt yourself." He pulled me in for a hug.

I swallowed and just snuggled into chest. I chuckled at the thought that my boy toy was really snuggly.

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After spending forty-eight hours with Jason I had discovered one thing. When his clothes were on, we had nothing in common. He came from a warm and loving family. He wanted to eventually settle down, have a bunch of kids. He was a west coast kid, and I mean kid. So much money, never had to work hard for it. Success was handed to him and he couldn't quite understand the amount of time and planning that it took for me to become an orthopedic surgeon. He couldn't understand.

The flight to Chicago was awkward. He had a small plane that had two seats, and while it looked ancient he promised me it was safe. I was able to keep the conversation light for the first hour, asking a ton of questions about the plane and how he got his pilot's license. He rattled on, asking leading questions about my childhood until I finally snapped.

"Jason, enough. I didn't have the same upbringing you did. I don't feel like exposing every part of my childhood with you. Jesus, give me a break."

"Fine," he sighed loudly like a child.

I groaned inwardly, I had two more days of this. I would never, ever, have indiscriminate sex again. Ever.

He remained silent for the rest of trip, busying himself with pilot type stuff. When we landed we were met by a limo and driver. Hell, that was really sweet. He drove us to the Palmer House and we were whisked into a luxurious room.

"This is really lovely, Jason. Thank you," I said quietly.

He smirked at me. "You're welcome." He went over to the desk and pulled out the in-room menu. "I figure we should just stay in, since we only seem to get along when we're naked."

"Jason, I'm sorry."

He threw up his hands, "Don't be." He came over and hugged me close, "Look, I get that you're more closed off than me."

My eyebrow arched.

"Shit, I mean you don't share like I do." He rolled his eyes, "I'm not making this better. Sorry. I mean that in my family everybody knows everything. Obviously you didn't grow up like that." He smirked again. "I was just trying to make you feel comfortable. I hate that I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. What the hell happened to the woman I met backstage, Laura?"

I leaned into him and sighed, "I am not that woman. Seriously. It was a one night thing."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, ran his hands around and cupped my butt. His sexy voice whispered in my ear, "You are when you're naked."

Yes. Yes, I was. I had become an insatiable woman. After years of having mediocre sex and worse, sex with the intention of procreation, all the passion had left my body. Sex was a function, like coughing or sneezing. Jesus, no wonder Carlos had affairs.

"Hey, where did you go?" Jason murmured, while quickly stripping me of my clothes.

"Mmm, you're right."

He stopped and looked at me curiously.

I laughed, "What, you've never had a woman tell you that you were right before?"

God, he had an amazing smile. If I had a heart that was capable of melting, it would have. He kissed my chin, "Right, then we'll just have to stay naked."

He was really good at this, at making me feel sexy. He made me feel. He made me confused. I really couldn't think when he touched me, and there was comfort in that. Comfort that I craved.

"Come here," he instructed, pulling me towards the bed. He pulled the covers down and then lowered me on to the bed. "When you feel safe enough, I want you to tell me all those thoughts that flit through your mind." He placed a kiss on my neck, which was apparently now a hot spot for me. My hands moved up the hard planes of his chest, wrapped around his shoulders and directed him to kiss me. His mouth claimed mine and all other thoughts ceased to exist. He pushed my legs apart with his thighs and lowered his full weight on me. His elbows braced on either side of my shoulders.

"One day, I want to tie you up," he said sweetly and then bit my earlobe hard. I gasped, but my hips rocked up and against him. "Jesus, I love how you respond to my touch."

"Jason, I'm not sure I'd like that," I admitted.

He leaned up and looked at me. "We'll see." He smirked and then kissed me, his lips feathering across mine and finally sinking in. His tongue swept across my lips as his cock thrust against me center. "We've got two days to see what you really like," he said in a husky voice, "I just don't have enough hands. I love touching you, feeling your tiny body under mine."

He sat up suddenly and pulled me into his lap, "I love being able to move you any way I want." Just to prove his point his hand grabbed my butt and he pulled me up, against him. "I could enter you, anywhere, anytime, and there isn't anything you can do about it." I tensed and he smirked, and then closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them they had softened, "I would never hurt you Laura, you can always say no." He kissed me gently and then laid me back on the bed and gently worshipped my body with light touches and feather light kisses. The cool air of the room contrasted with his warm hands and made my skin more sensitive to his every touch. His finger slid into me and he groaned. "Jesus, you are so wet for me. You want me? Beg me for it."

His mouth found my nipple and suckled gently and then began to nibble harder and harder. It made my muscles clench around his finger.

"Jason, please. I want you. Please." My voice was thick with lust.

He slowly removed his finger, sliding it up and down until it circled around my clit. His penis nudged my opening and I opened my legs wide. "Fuck, that's beautiful." His voice was rough, his breathing ragged. His eyes were locked on my opening as he slowly entered me.

"Please." He was driving me insane. I felt half full, I needed him.

His gaze raised to mine, "Tell me what you want."

"All of you," I whispered.

"How?"

My brows furrowed in confusion. How? I don't know, in and out, appropriate friction. What the hell did he mean by how?

"Jesus, you really are so sweet," he whispered, leaned down and kissed me gently and then filled me completely. He groaned, "So perfect." He began to move and lowered himself over me. My hips countered his rhythm and I found myself loving his possession. He leaned back quickly, folded my legs so that my knees rested against his shoulders. His hands wrapped around my shoulders and then he pulled me against him hard. Oh. My. God.

He sucked in a breath and groaned, "Come with me." My orgasm exploded. I felt myself wrap around his length, my muscles contracting over and over again. The intense feeling went in waves through my body, tightening ever muscle I had.

Jason's head fell down and then he threw it back. Oh. My. He looked in ecstasy, in agony. His body continued to move, I think of its own accord. Like chickens who ran after their heads were cut off, our bodies kept moving, drawing out every possible moment of pleasure without any thought or intent from us.

He slumped on to me, heavy, slicked with sweat, and finally immobile. He was whispering obscenities in my ear about all the things he'd like to do to me. He slowly leaned up on one elbow and smirked, "Baby, you'd like being tied up. Trust me."

I tried to shrug but I couldn't. Every muscle which had been alive a moment ago refused to function.

He chuckled and then slumped back down on me. "That was intense."

"Mmm," I managed to moan in agreement.

"You came hard when I pinned you down. Seriously baby, you'd love being tied up." His breath was hot against my neck. "You've never tried it, have you?"

"Uh-uh," I mumbled.

"Am I too heavy?" He sighed, "I don't think I can move."

"I like it," I whispered.

"Good," he whispered back. We didn't move for a long time, until finally I felt his hand begin to trace my shoulder and he lifted himself off me and unfolded my legs.

"Shit!" I squeaked. I hadn't realized my legs had fallen asleep. As the blood rushed to my legs, the pins and needles feeling overtook me.

He rubbed me gently, rolled me over and then massaged my butt and down my legs. I moaned in appreciation, his hands were quickly bringing my body back to life.

He chuckled and then sighed. "God, you are so beautiful." He slapped my butt and I yelped.

"Come on, lazy, shower while I order us some dinner." He pulled my body off the bed and I slumped back down.

"I'm tired," I moaned, but a grin tugged at my lips.

"I see."

"You broke me," I murmured.

"I'd really like to break you," he muttered and then threw me over his shoulder and easily carried me into the bathroom.

I giggled against his back, my hands braced against his waist. He turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and then stepped in. He aimed the shower head at my lady bits and I started to wiggle and giggle until he finally lowered me to my feet.

"Careful baby, I don't want to drop you," he admonished and then kissed me on my forehead and pulled me in close. His erection pressed against my stomach and I chuckled.

"Jeez, again?" I asked, totally shocked.

He chuckled, "Relax. I promise I'll feed you first."

I leaned against his chest, "Or," I whispered, "I could just eat now." I knelt in front of him and took him in my mouth.

He moved the shower head so it was no longer spraying water on my face. He gently placed his hand on the side of my head. His thumb rested on my lower lip so he could feel himself as he entered my mouth. My tongue swirled over his tip and I slid down his length.

"Fuck, that feels great. I want your hands too." His hips rocked ever so slightly back and forth. I placed my hands around him, my thumbs locked over each other as I stroked up and down, my mouth completing the motion.

"I want to guide you. Relax your head against my hand." I did and he groaned in appreciation. His fingers flexed against my head and his breathing grew ragged as he gently pulled at me, pushing himself deep inside my mouth. I gagged and he slid back a little, allowed my tongue to massage him while his hips continued rock.

"I want to come in your mouth." I swallowed against him in agreement. He let out a slow breath, and then in a husky voice that was incredibly sexy he murmured, "You. Are. So. Perfect." He rocked into my mouth with each word, and I felt him grow impossibly hard around my tongue as he released. Oh. God, too much. He surged forward and I fought my gag reflex as the back of my throat filled. I swallowed furiously and pushed him away, my hands reflexively reached down and pushed against his thighs. Jesus, I thought I would drown. My eyes were watering as his hands fell away from me. I rocked back on my heels and he stepped away. He leaned down and gently lifted me.

"Laura, that was amazing," h whispered softly as his fingers wiped the tears from my eyes. He kissed me gently and then turned off the water and wrapped me in a towel. He held me close and kissed the top of my forehead, and then sighed. I looked up at him and he shrugged, "Let's order some dinner."

I wrapped myself in the hotel robe and sat on the couch while Jason ordered dinner. He sat next to me and turned on the television to some channel I had never seen before playing some kind of reality tv show. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. His hand absentmindedly running through my hair.

It was unsaid, what we both felt, or at least what I think we both felt. The moment we weren't connected by sex, we weren't connected at all. Being intimate without intimacy. I didn't share personal details with him because I didn't feel like I truly knew him. He shared personal details with me, but it didn't make me feel closer, it was more like reading his biography on IMDB.

Dinner was delicious and we climbed into bed. Instead of making love again he pulled me close to his naked body and just held me all night long. It felt good, calming, comforting. It was disappointing too, we were so compatible in some ways, but not in enough ways.

After breakfast he arranged for a car and drove me to my apartment. It was completely empty, but I loved it immediately.

Jason watched me as I opened every cabinet door, every closet door, the grin on my face grew until my cheeks hurt.

I looked over my shoulder at him as I moved into the master bedroom, "I arranged all of this online. It's better than I imagined."

He chuckled. "It's very nice."

"I can take the subway to work if I want." I moved over to the bedroom window, "God, I love the light in here." I sighed and turned slowly around the room, picturing where I wanted all of my furniture to go. My furniture. Not Carlos's, just mine. All of this was mine, and I was happy.

"What are you thinking?" Jason asked, amused.

"It's mine." I shrugged. "I'm happy."

He walked over to me. "You look beautiful, and I am so glad you're happy." His hands grasped mine and pulled them to his lips. He looked weird, unsure of himself.

"What's wrong?"

He shrugged, "I would love to give you more, but I know you don't want that." His brows furrowed and he gave me a shy smile.

I let a breath out that I had no idea I'd been holding. I returned his shy smile, "I don't."

He closed his eyes for a moment and then kissed me tenderly. "I know." He pulled me in close and trailed kisses from my ear to my neck. Oh. My. God. I was a writhing creature beneath his hands.

"I love how you submit to me, baby." His hands had unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my thighs and I willingly allowed it. God, the hunger he created within me. I tried to pull at his shirt but he shook his head, "No, I want to taste you first." The thought of that caused my body to shiver against his. He pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra before slowly lowering me on to the carpet. He carefully put my shirt behind me before laying me back. His hands massaged my shoulders and then gently trailed down.

"You've become more patient," he whispered, reminding me of the first night we shared together. "Laura, you are incredibly beautiful." He kissed me gently again and then trailed kisses down my body, heating me as he went. God that man had a talented tongue. We made love in my bedroom and I was so glad that I would always have memories of him here. My life in Chicago would start with only good memories. My apartment would forever remind me of Jason, his complete attention to me; his amazing generosity as a lover. His dirty words helped me discover what I liked, what I wanted and what I needed. He completely possessed me, my body responded to his every touch. I loved the way he touched me, held me, made me feel when we were like this.

We spent one more night together at the hotel. I wasn't sure if it was going to be our last night together or not. He had to leave early in the morning and promised not to wake me. He promised to call me. He promised to come see me again, but I didn't believe him. I think we both knew it was over. I wasn't sad, exactly. We didn't fit together in a forever sense, but he was a friend. He understood a part of me that I didn't even know existed.

CHAPTER Six

Aidan and Olivia kept me busy for the following days. Aidan took us to a club that was owned by an old band mate and we had a blast. He was incredibly sweet to Olivia, and I couldn't be happier for them both. She had met her match, and they were so freakin' adorable it made me gag. Slightly. I really was happy for her. Someday I hoped to have that same kind of connection with someone.

I hadn't heard from Jason in a couple of days so I was surprised when he texted me that he was coming over. My stomach flipped, I wanted to see him again, but I was also worried about what it would mean. I wasn't interested in a long distance relationship, and I was pretty sure that our conversations over the phone would be stilted and awkward. Nonetheless, I showered and put on my sexiest lingerie. He arrived late, and we giggled as we walked past the guest bedroom. Jesus, Olivia was loud!

He literally swept me off my feet and plopped me on my bed. "I like what you've done with your bedroom." His voice was husky, and damn, if it didn't make her body respond.

"You like that there's a bed." I giggled.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the back of his jeans and smirked, "I like that there's a wrought iron headboard."

"Ahh," I gasped, stunned. I leaned up on my elbows and scooted away.

"Laura, stop." He ran his hand through his hair and tossed the handcuffs beside him on the bed. "Look, we both know that while we seem to be completely compatible in bed, we don't quite work outside of bed. You know?"

I blinked, relieved. "Yes."

He laid down beside me, turning towards me, "The thing is, I like to dominate, and you like to be submissive."

"I do not," I said hotly.

"Yeah, you do. Jesus, don't get upset, I just think that maybe we could explore your limits. So you know what you like, what you don't like." He looked at me and smirked, "Laura, you're incredibly sexy, amazingly responsive, and I'm guessing you've had more orgasms in the past week than you had in your marriage."

I felt my cheeks blush, but I refused to answer him.

"The thing is Laura, there are some freaks out there. You need to know what's out there so you don't find yourself with someone who is expecting more than you are willing to give. We might not have worked out, but I still care for you. I don't want you to get hurt. I would hope you consider me a friend."

I relaxed and rolled toward him, throwing my leg over his. "Yes, I consider you a friend, and I care for you too."

His hand gently moved the hair back from my face. "Good." His thumb traced my lower lip. "God, you are so fucking sexy." His tongue licked his lips and mine parted, I wanted his lips on mine. Damn. "Uh, not yet." He grinned and said seductively, "First, let's talk about what you like, ok?"

I felt my body tense, "I thought you understood I don't like to talk about the personal stuff."

"Ok, let's try this another way." He rolled on top of me and pulled my hands over my head. "You like to be dominated in the bedroom, but not outside. You don't want a man to cater to your every need 24/7." He leaned down and kissed my neck and then bit my earlobe. "You like a little pain, but I don't think you'd like to be tied to a spanking bench."

"Oh hell, no," I muttered and he chuckled.

"You like it a little rough, but you like it gentle too. You don't want to have to make the decisions in the bedroom, and baby, you like the dirty talk."

I grinned, "Yeah, I think I do." My fingers ran from his shoulders down to his butt. "Jason, can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Laura."

"I've never..." Oh. My. God. This was worse than having a cute gynecologist. "I've never been multiorgasmic before you. So, is there, I don't know, like a secret or something?"

He grinned, like he'd just won the lottery and I smacked him hard on the shoulder. "Ow. Ok. Ok." He kissed my nose, my chin and then rolled back on his side. "I won't ask how many lovers you've had, because I know you'd probably lie to me, but I'm guessing not many." His hand went down to my shirt and he slipped his hand under it and stroked my stomach lightly. My skin tingled against his fingers. "So, in answer to your question." He leaned over and kissed my belly. "If a man takes time to prepare a woman," he murmured under heavy lidded eyes. "That means providing enough stimulation where you like it. You like my tongue here." He gently sucked on my neck and I moaned. "You like your breasts fondled. You love oral sex. Basically sweetheart, if a man can make you come a couple of times before you actually get down to it, you will enjoy it much, much more."

"Oh." My hands trailed gently down his arm. "You're also accurate at finding my g-spot."

He chuckled. "Yeah, that helps too. You like that with clit stimulation. Jesus, you're making me really horny."

"Right back at you," I breathed.

"Good. So, tonight, I want you to completely submit to me. If you get uncomfortable you can tell me to slow down, and if you want me to stop, I will." He got up off the bed and pulled me up with him.

He led me to the master bathroom and turned on the bathtub. I had unpacked a few things, the bath gels among them and he found one he liked and added it to the tub.

"Get undressed," he commanded. He toed off his shoes and stripped in front of me. It occurred to me that this may be the last time that I ever saw his amazingly sexy body. My eyes tried to memorize his perfect body, the tattoos that were inked on his skin, the muscles that moved. I reached out to trace the ink and he shook his head. "I haven't given you permission to touch me, Laura." His hand went up and he grabbed my hair, not roughly, but he held it tightly. "Sit there."

He pointed to the side of my tub and turned off the water. It wasn't like my old sunken tub in Palo Alto. This tub had an eight inch rim around it, and that was all. I sat down and he nudged my thighs apart and stood between them.

"Suck my cock, Laura." His voice was rough and his hand guided my mouth over him. I reached up and he growled, "No hands." Ok then... Admittedly, he was trying to make his point about me enjoying him being bossy, but he was rapidly reaching the outer limits of my comfort zone. I did lean forward and accept him in my mouth, and I did enjoy knowing that I could make him so hard. When I finally relaxed, his appreciative noises were intoxicating to me.

"In the tub." He stepped back so that I could swing my legs over and sit down into the warm water. He again stood in front of me, he looked down and smiled wickedly. "You may resume."

Thank you? His hand twisted into my hair and he began to rock his hips into my mouth. I began to taste his arousal as he moaned. Suddenly he pulled my head back, and I watched as his other hand stroked himself until he ejaculated over my breasts. Umm. Ok.

"Beautiful," he breathed as the first stream hit my breasts. I was too stunned to move. His expression was pure lust and pride. He was marking me as his in an extremely primal way. I wasn't quite sure that I liked it, and yet I was wet. He sat down in the tub facing me and smirked.

"I love the way you look with me on you." He leaned over and picked up a facecloth and dipped it into the water. "Did you like that Laura?"

"Umm." I watched his reaction carefully. "I'm not really sure."

He grinned as he gently washed me. "Be honest with me Laura."

I watched as his hand, covered in tattoos traced over my body lightly. He was intentionally playing with my breasts, my nipples tightened against his fingers. "I can't think when you are doing that," I whispered. He chuckled, but relented.

"What didn't you like."

"I am not sure about the last part."

He nodded, "But you didn't mind being told to suck me?"

I shook my head and lowered my eyes, "That was kind of hot."

He tilted my chin up, "Which would you have preferred, swallowing me or wearing me."

I shook my head, "I don't know. It was more the shock of it."

He shook his head, "No man has ever come on you before?"

"No. Definitely not." I said with disgust. I quirked a brow. "I can't imagine that Carlos would have ever thought about doing that."

He shook his head, "Laura, he thought about it, he just didn't think you'd be interested. All men think about it."

I sat back in the tub, leaning against the back and he began to rub my feet. "Really? Are you sure? I mean, what's the appeal? I would think the Darwinian response would be for impregnation."

Jason chuckled, "Yeah, but trust me, nothing looks more beautiful than me on you. If a guy could tattoo his name across your breasts he would."

I sighed, "That would be awkward. Can you imagine? If I had been stupid enough to allow Carlos to mark me. Jesus, thank God I never got pregnant." I leaned my head against the back of the tub as Jason pulled my legs into his lap and began to gently massage my legs. "That feels really good, Jason." I closed my eyes and melted into his hands. I opened one eye, Jason seemed lost in thought. "What are you thinking, Jason?"

"Marking. Marriage. What it really means."

I smirked at him, "Marriage? Well perhaps you should consider why you pursued a woman who was incapable of an emotional connection."

He tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowed and then he sighed. His shoulders fell slightly, "Yeah. I seem to be attracted to women with baggage."

"But you like to mark them. Why?"

His fingers dug into my calves, "I'm not sure why I like it, but I do. I like telling you what to do and I love it when you comply. I love your reactions. I love the sounds you make." He pushed my legs apart and leaned forward. "I want you naked on the bed now." He kissed me gently on my lips and then nibbled my earlobe. He stood up and then pulled me out of the water. I grabbed a towel and he wrapped me up and dried me carefully. He quickly dried himself and then scooped me up and brought me to my bed. He gently set me down and kissed me. I could hear Liv calling out Aidan's name and felt myself blush. Jason chuckled, but played with his phone until music began to play masking Liv's voice.

"Better?" he asked.

I relaxed and settled into the bed and Jason followed me down. He picked up the handcuffs and raised an eyebrow. My stomach sank as I feared what could happen next.

He sidled next to me on the bed, "Now baby, if you want me to stop I will, anytime. I know you trust me," he said as he picked up my right wrist and fastened the handcuff. "Give me your left hand." His voice was so sexy. His smirk returned as I put my hand in his. He fastened the handcuff and then gently pulled my hands behind my neck. He settled some pillows behind me and then laid me back. The metal cut into my wrists until I pulled my hands closer together, raising my breasts.

"Yeah, you look amazing. You comfortable?" Jason's voice was husky and his erection strained forward. I nodded and his face flushed. "Fuck, you look amazing." He leaned back and gently placed his hands on my ankles. He ran his hands down my calves, his breathing more rapid. When his hands hit the back of my knees he pushed them forward and opened my legs up wide. He traced around my thighs to my ankles, "I could tie you here, keep you open to me. But you'll be good, won't you baby?"

I was too shocked to answer. His lips kissed the inside of my thigh while his hands rested on my knee, pushing them down onto the bed. My back arched as he kissed closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. His tongue was tentative, torturing me. "Don't move. I'll decide what you get and when."

I groaned in displeasure and he just chuckled before returning nibbling gently on my labia. I tried to relax, enjoy the feeling of him against me, and the more I relaxed the more he gave me. The more I gave myself to him, the more he worked to bring me pleasure. My hips rocked reflexively against his mouth and he moaned, slipped two fingers inside me and made me come harder than I thought possible.

"God, baby, I need to be in you." He shifted over my body, releasing my legs and I hooked them around his thighs as he entered me quickly. His mouth quickly latched on to my breast and he pulled and nibbled and then bit hard. I yelped and he gently kissed it and moved his lips up to my neck. God I loved it when he did that.

He pushed in all the way and hit so deep inside me it hurt. My hair got caught in the handcuffs and I could feel it pulling. I tried to move my hands but he leaned down, leaning his forearms over mine and pinning me immobile to the bed. He continued to thrust so deep. So very deep. Size matters, and he was too big. I was relieved when I heard him groan and felt him release in me.

"You are so amazing, Laura." He kissed my cheek and pulled out of me. I rolled to my side and watched him fish through his jeans pockets for the keys. He unlocked me and then carefully pulled it free from my hair.

"Are you ok?" he asked gently.

"Yes," I whispered and brought my arms down. He pulled the covers up over us and snuggled in to me.

"Did you like being restrained?" he asked.

"Yeah, not so much," I admitted.

He faced me and leaned up on an elbow. His other hand brushed my cheek lightly. "No?"

"Everything else was great, but I don't think I'd try it again."

He nodded. "You're ok? You could have stopped me."

I shrugged. "I wanted to test my limits."

"Promise me that you will never go to a kink club. You wouldn't enjoy yourself, and someone may end up hurting you."

"I promise. Jason, honestly, I don't think we want the same kind of things."

"No, probably not. I still care for you though."

I snuggled in closer to him. "Thank you, I still care for you too, but we probably shouldn't, you know, do this again."

He chuckled. "You mean sex?"

"Umm, yeah."

His arm tightened around me and he kissed my shoulder. "I agree. Just tonight, and then we part as friends."

"Thank you, Jason."

"I mean it, Laura. We're friends, if you ever need anything, you call me."

"You too," I yawned and he nuzzled behind my neck.

"Get some sleep, baby."

"Mmm." My body was completely relaxed, and sleep overtook me.

THE END

JASON'S STORY CONTINUES IN LYN'S SONG

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

What's in a name? Tobi Doyle MacBrayne is a powerful woman – her name is a conglomeration of Maiden names from her maternal grandmothers. Doyle MacBrayne writes sweeter romance, while Tobi likes to write steamy.

Tobi was born in Massachusetts, grew up in California, went to college in Texas, and raised her children in Indiana and West Virginia. She taught middle school science for several years until her husband took away her red pen and encouraged her to follow her passion for writing. When not writing, she works as an audiobook narrator, cleans, cooks, and all those other annoying things that are required. Tobi enjoys the menagerie of animals and children that roam through her home, along with cooking, knitting, sewing, and did we mention red wine and chocolate?

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Love at First Slight: Aidan and Olivia

Olivia never has good luck, so when she wins concert tickets and back stage passes, she's reluctant to go. What if she discovers the band is a bunch of jerks? Her best friend, however, is determined to go and have some fun. By fun, she means sex with a hot guy. Olivia agrees, only because her friend Laura needs something to bring her out of her depression after her divorce. What she didn't count on was meeting Aidan. He looked as out of place as she felt, and when he tries to strike up a conversation with him she strikes him down. Honestly, why would fate be so cruel as to introduce you to your soul mate when you are feeling positively snarky?

Good thing Aidan has a sense of humor.

His eyes had an intensity I'd never seen before. Up close I could see that the chocolate brown was rimmed in emerald green and there were amazing gold flecks scattered throughout his iris. I lowered my gaze to his full lips that were framed by his dark brown mustache and beard. I wondered how his beard could look so rugged and feel so soft. And those lips. Damn. The man had great lips capable of mind blowing kisses.

"Liv?" He whispered, bringing me out of my reverie.

"I haven't dated anyone for quite a while." I quietly whispered, "Like maybe three years." I felt his arm tighten around me and heard a low growl.

"Get the cake to go." He ordered.

Oh, I liked where his head was at.

I was unable to hold a conversation with him. My head was filled with images of him naked next to me, on me. My body heated and I could feel my internal muscles clench with wanting. Oh my God, I thought I was going to have sex for the first time in three years. What if he didn't want me? He looked incredibly handsome, but I saw tension in his jaw, he was clenching his teeth. His hands were wrapped tightly around the wheel, almost to the point of whitening his knuckles. This was not the time to lose self-confidence. He tilted his head toward me and gasped.

"You look scared." He sounded worried, "I'm sorry, I know I'm coming on strong." He reached his hand out and grabbed mine and kissed my fingers gently. He held it against his heart, and I could feel a steady strong beat.

"Are you ok?" He asked hesitantly.

I wished I could be sassy right now. I wished I could be light and funny, or even sexy. Instead all I could do was be completely honest.

"I'm nervous."

He looked defeated. "I'm sorry." He muttered, "God, I'm acting like a caveman." I felt the car slow, like he had taken his foot off the accelerator.

A small smile played at my lips and I leaned closer to him, "Honestly, I'm pretty sure you could have taken me in the back seat of the car while it was in the parking lot."

"Sweet Jesus Liv, you're going to kill me." He whispered and I felt the car speed up again.

I couldn't help but grin. "Me?"

He groaned, "You have no idea, do you?" His eyes focused on the road and he continued, "Since the moment I saw you, you are the only thing I've thought about. Then I find out that you are incredibly sweet, generous, kind and brilliant. I hate that you are leaving for a month."

I couldn't speak. I felt my blood pulsing through my veins, heard it in my ears. God, what this man did to me... He glanced over and I thought he was expecting a response, so I tried. What did I really want to say? That I hated that I'm leaving. That I hated that he didn't live here. That I hated that I was already worried about when he would leave, I would be here, broken-hearted and hating that I fell so quickly for this man. Instead, all I could say was, "Aidan, will you stay with me tonight?"

"Thank you, yes." It was almost a breath.

When he pulled his car into my driveway, he unbuckled my seat and picked up our desert. I slid out of his car and wondered if his sister would mind him keeping the car overnight.

He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked up to the front door and I managed to get the door open. I am not ashamed to admit that my hands were shaking slightly, both from the nervousness of finally having sex after three years and also because he was so damn sweet, and charming, and frickin' handsome and he wanted me. He dropped the bag beside the door and locked it and then pushed me against the wall and kissed me fiercely. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, he was so tall that I was perched on my toes. His hands went around and grabbed my ass and he pulled me up. I naturally put my legs around his waist and he was so strong I felt safe in his arms.

His lips began to gently nibble at my mine and he rested his forehead against me. "Bedroom?"

"Second door," I managed to say and he walked us toward the bedroom, my legs still wrapped around him.

"I can walk," I whispered.

"No baby, I've got you." Moments later he stopped beside my bed and I lowered myself to the floor. His hand pulled my dress over my head and he knelt in front of me, kissing my belly gently. "Your skin is so soft." He mumbled as he kissed from one hip bone to the other side.

My hands tangled in his hair. It was so soft and I felt myself tremble as his hands slowly traced from my hips up my back. He gently nudged me on to the bed and stood between my thighs.

"I want to taste you, please." His voice was as full of need as I felt. Was that even possible? I couldn't even speak, my head jerked in assent and a wicked smile crossed his face. His thumbs hitched under my panties and he slowly drew them down my legs. He threw them on to the floor and carefully removed my shoes. He picked up my left foot and kissed my big toe and then trailed kisses over my arch and then hitched my foot over his shoulder as he knelt between my thighs. Holy shit. Anticipation literally made me shake and made me embarrassed and unsure.

His words calmed me, "Your skin is so soft. I knew it would be. God, I need to taste you. Please Olivia."

His fingers massaged my legs gently and his lips followed. I was on fire;my body nearly flew off the bed at his touch. My hands fumbled at his shoulders and he leaned back and quickly tugged his shirt off and threw it in the general direction of my panties. I couldn't help but be awed by the man before me. I thought he was stocky, but he's not. He was incredibly muscular, but not in a body-builder way. This muscle has been formed by work, not a gym. Broad shoulders that tapered down to incredibly sexy hips. His chest was covered in a light dusting of hair and my hands traced the hard planes of his chest. His skin is warm, heating my hands. He kissed me passionately, leaving me breathless before settling between my thighs.

Oh. My. God. His tongue assaulted me in the most sensual way possible. The man was exploring my core and sending electricity throughout my body. I felt my orgasm gathering rapidly and I relished the moment, trying to make it last as long as possible. His tongue focused on my clit, teasing and sucking and he slipped a finger inside and I came undone, completely.

As I returned to earth I was vaguely aware that he was kissing my belly, moving slowly toward my navel. He hand was palming my clit and two fingers were massaging my insides, and it felt amazing. Just the right amount of pressure. God, he was really good at this.

"What is this?"He asked huskily. His finger was pushing against my ortho nuvo ring, and I suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Birth control ring." I whispered.

"Yeah?"

I leaned up on my elbows and he looked up at me. His face was now between my breasts and his hand was continuing its perfect movements. Really? He wanted to have a conversation right now?

"Yes." My voice came out as a husky breath as he's turned his hand over and now his thumb circled around my clit and his fingers were pressing against my g-spot.

I gasped, "I, oh God, don't stop."

He chuckled and his head lowered on my breast, his teeth gently pulling my nipple and I came undone, again. Jesus. I have never, ever, ever felt so amazing in all my life. He was so giving, so perfect. I felt completely safe in his arms and I wanted to please him too.

My hands pulled him up, "Kiss me, Aidan."

He quickly covered me with his body and kissed my lips gently. His placed his hands on either side of my head and his groin rested between my thighs. One hand managed to free me from my bra while I was fumbling with his belt and the button on the top of his jeans. His kisses intensified and he sighed, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Liv, I've never... Baby, please I need to be inside you. Just us."

I was confused, I didn't understand. Was he planning on inviting someone over?

He stood up and shucked his jeans off, and took a condom from his front pocket. He looked at me intently. My eyes dropped to the impressive erection straining towards me.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" His voice is low, barely above a whisper.

Ahh, just us. Now I get it. I've never not used a condom either, and yet I trusted him.

"You don't have to." I whispered and he growled before covering my body with his. I tilted my pelvis up to meet him and he thrust in, violently.

I groaned against his intrusion, it had been so long since I had sex.

"Shit, you're so tight." He groaned and stilled. "Are you ok?" He asked between pants.

I nuzzled against his cheek, "I'm in heaven." My voice sounded strange to my ears, low and husky.

"You are so perfect, Liv. You feel so amazing." His words relaxed me and he moved slowly, in and out. He trailed kisses from my ear down my neck and he bit my shoulder as his thrusts intensified. I met him thrust for thrust and was surprised as an intense orgasm hit me with no warning at all.

"Fuck!" He growled as my orgasm clenched tightly around him sending him over. He thrust in three more times before I felt him release against me. He changed his position slightly and he continued to come. He lost total self-control. His strong arms were pulling me toward him with each of his thrusts and I was sure I'd have bruises. And I didn't care. I loved that I made him come undone like this. I loved that he was lost in me.

He thrust one last time and growled and then gently lowered himself and rolled us over so I was lying halfway on top of him.

His hands gently slid down my back and cupped my bottom.

"I can't move." He mumbled.

"I don't want you to move." I replied.

The Fourth Christmas by Doyle MacBrayne

When I was fourteen I caught Eric Thorsten kissing Rachel Wiggins behind the school. The memory is burned into my brain because it was the very first time I felt jealousy. I remember thinking, as I picked up the small rock and hurled it toward Eric's back, that it was strange that I had gone fourteen years before feeling this. I had never before felt so uncomfortable - helpless, hopeless, and angry all at the same time. I managed to duck around the corner right when I saw the stone hit the small of his back, right above his belt.

Bree spends several years trying to get over what she hoped was just a school girls infatuation. It wasn't. Eric is the only man she'll ever love, he's perfect for her except that he doesn't want the same future she does. She's far too stubborn to give up her dreams. It may take four Christmases for Eric to recognize that Aubrey is everything he needs, he can only hope she'll forgive him.

At the beginning of the spring quarter I got a text from Eric and it surprised me. We hadn't texted or talked in months.

Eric: I just saw your Christmas present to Ben. Classic!

I had found a picture from the July 4th football game that someone had taken at the exact moment Ben was hit by the football I threw. His face was screwed up in pain and shock and blood was dripping down his chin.

Me: It was one of my favorite memories from the year; I just wanted to make sure it was appropriately immortalized.

Eric: Send me a copy, please.

Me: Ok. Where did you see it?

Eric: Ben has it on his TV stand.

Me: Sweet.

Eric: He also has a picture of you throwing the ball.

Me: Why?

Eric: Because you look hot. He's giving me a copy of that one too.

Me: Awkward. Your fiancée might disapprove.

Eric: You haven't heard? I disengaged.

Me: I'm sorry?

Eric: I hope not. When will you go back home?

Me: Not for a while. Softball started and I've got internships this summer. Can I ask what happened?

Eric: I'll send you a pic of her baby boy, his name is Trayvon, after his dad.

Me: Ouch.

Eric: Glad Alex convinced me to wait for a paternity test before I married her.

Me: Me too.

A few moments later a picture of an adorable infant with rich brown skin, an afro, and dimples appeared. Clearly not the offspring of the brunette and my Nordic God.

Me: Oh my God, he's really cute! You sure you don't want to claim him. I doubt you could produce anything that adorable!

Eric: Funny, Bree. You dating anyone?

Me: Yeah. Let me send you a pic.

I sent him a picture of Alexander Skarsgard and waited.

He sent me a picture of a bum with the caption, "That's funny because Ben said this was your new guy."

It went on like that for the next couple of weeks. He'd text me before a game wishing me good luck. A couple of times he sent cookie bouquets. I would send him a thank you with a picture of an actor. I was working my way through the cast of TrueBlood and I had photoshopped myself into in various seductive poses with them.

In the fall, Emily and I started our final year of school. James carried a weathered post it note in his wallet that was attached to the back of a picture of Emily. I thought it was very sweet. James said he was happy to hear that because Eric had a picture of me in his wallet too.

It took me a couple of weeks before I had the time and the nerve to ask him. I texted him on a Wednesday night after a particularly emotional day with a group of girls that were new to the foster care system. It made me wonder what Emily's childhood was really like. She didn't like to talk about it so I never pushed her. Today, though, I would have loved it if she was there helping me with these girls. All I could say was that life gets better. Focus on what you want and work towards it. Two of the girls looked positively haunted by their pasts and I wondered if they could ever move forward.

I texted Eric that night about his job. It had to be hard to see what mean people were capable of on a daily basis.

Me: Had a hard day today. How do you handle how ugly people can be?

Eric: I assume you don't mean a bad hair day ugly.

Me: Be serious, please.

Eric: I drink.

Me: That's not cool.

Eric: I also play the lottery.

Me: Really not helping.

Eric: I'm sorry. I focus on the good. The people that I help.

Me: I don't think I could handle working in an inner city. I've been too sheltered all my life. All I need is hot cocoa and a grilled cheese sandwich. These girls are so scared.

Eric: I've seen it too. I'm glad you had a sheltered life.

Me: I couldn't do this every day.

Eric: I've come to that same decision.

Me: Really?

Eric: That's why I play the lottery.

Me: What would you do if you won?

Eric: I would sweep you off your feet and try to make up for the last six years.

Wow.

Me: Hmm. What makes you think I'm sweepable?

Eric: It's a gut feeling.

Me: I can't be bought.

Eric: I know, but I can be very charming.

Me: I call bullshit.

Eric: You're mean.

Me: That's what my boyfriend says too.

Eric: Bring him when you come for Christmas. I want to meet him.

Me: Maybe. You'll be home for Christmas?

Eric: Absolutely. Do you have a date for Misha's wedding?

Me: Obviously my boyfriend.

Eric: You need to work on your punctuation.

Me: ?

Eric: Obviously, my boyfriend.

Me: Very funny. Driving home now. TTYL

My pulse fluttered and I could feel the blush creeping on my face. I avoided Emily and headed straight for the shower.

At the end of summer I received a text from Eric that blew me away.

Eric: I'm moving back to Friday.

Me: That's great. Are you going to work on the police force?

Eric: Maybe. Probably not.

Me: What are your plans?

Eric: I need a break. I'm going to veg for a while.

Me: I hope Louise's cooking has improved. She always catered when I was a kid.

Eric: I'm thinking of buying a house.

Me: Ohhhh!!!! I want to help pick it out!

Eric: Yeah, sure you do.

Me: I do.

Eric: If you won the lottery, which house would you buy?

Me: Adkin's old house, and as long as I've got millions to spend I'd invest in a ketch for the dock. Warm teak on the inside.

Eric: You going to pick out the window treatments for the house too?

Me: No – the view is too pretty.

Eric: I'll take it into consideration.

Me: You do that.

Eric: You want to be my cook?

Me: No.

Eric: Housekeeper?

Me: Absolutely not.

Eric: You're not very useful.

Me: I'm extremely valuable; you just are too stupid to recognize it.

Eric: I was...

I didn't respond back and he didn't say anything for quite a few days. He sent a simple text, a picture of the boat dock with the "Welcome to Friday Harbor" sign. He had made it home.

My first response was to borrow Emily's car and return immediately but I had to work. Besides, it would be Christmas soon and I would be taking off the entire break. Emily and I had arranged to work Thanksgiving in order to have extra time off for Misha's wedding. I waited a week before I texted him.

Me: How's the house hunting?

Eric: I don't know. I thought I wanted a house but it seems like a lot of space for just me.

Me: True. Get a good kitchen.

Eric: Will you cook?

Me: I can cook, but not for you.

Eric: Why not?

Me: Because you don't have a kitchen.

Eric: You want gas or electric stove?

Me: I prefer gas, but it's not my kitchen.

Eric: You prefer gas? That explains why you haven't been dating.

Me: I've been dating.

Eric: No, you haven't.

Me: You are mistaken.

Eric: I better not be.

I didn't know what to reply. It had gone from being lighthearted teasing to something that felt more serious. He left me off the hook for a couple of weeks before I texted him out of curiosity.

Me: How's the house hunting going?

Eric: Still hunting.

Me: Are you still vegging?

Eric: Kind of.

Me: Do you want to be a cop still?

Eric: Not really.

Me: What do you want to do?

Eric: ...

Me: Very funny and yet so sad for you.

Eric: Why?

Me: I am way out of your league.

Eric: Mighty presumptuous, I didn't say anything.

Me: Doesn't change the facts. I hope you find your home.

Emily's Perfect Valentine by Doyle MacBrayne

Emily Hansen had a rough start to life and she isn't going to let anything get in the way of her future. She doesn't trust easily and she sure isn't going to be stupid enough to fall in love. She has a plan to finish college and start a career. She doesn't ever want to depend or need anyone but herself.

James Whittier is blown away when his cousin Bree introduces him to her college roommate, Emily. She's shy, quiet, and he immediately feels the need to protect her. He pursues her carefully, knowing that she needs her independence before she can learn that he's trustworthy. He loves her, he needs her, but will she break down her walls and let him in?

We listened to Christmas Carols on the way up, my hand resting on his thigh. As soon as we got to his home he opened the door and scooped me up and carried me inside.

"I would have loved to wake up next you, baby." He nuzzled my neck and whispered gently.

I held him close, "James, it's too soon for me to spend the night."

He growled in frustration and kissed the top of my head. He gently lowered me and I wrapped my arms around him.

"Please don't be upset." I whispered.

"I'm not, baby. Just disappointed." He leaned down and kissed me gently. "What if I promised that we'd keep our clothes on?"

I grinned, "What's the fun in that?"

His eyes widened, "Don't tease me, baby."

I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him with everything I had. His arms wound around me and he picked me up and sat us down in the big leather chair. I leaned my forehead against his and kissed his lips gently. I finally released his face and sat back.

"I promise," I leaned forward and kissed him again, "When I am ready, I will let you know."

He smiled and cupped my cheek in his hand. "Ok. No pressure."

I climbed of his lap, "Thank you. Now it's present time!" He had bought a two foot Christmas tree that sat beside the television. I had wrapped his presents and put them under the tree after I wrapped them.

"You go first." I said as I handed him the crock pot. He shook the package and raised an eyebrow. He slowly peeled the paper back and I began to bounce, "Come on, and open it already."

"Oh, somebody needs to learn patience." He teased. He finally opened it up all the way and pulled it out. "Um, baby, I thought I was supposed to be the one to buy you appliances?"

"Oh my God if you ever buy me an iron or vacuum you're a dead man."

He laughed, "Good to know."

"I wanted to get you something that we could use. Misha said this would last us forever."

He grinned, "I like the sound of that."

He pulled me on to his lap, "Thank you, baby. That was really thoughtful."

I gave him the mittens and hat too. He unwrapped them faster, thankfully. "These are great."

I snuggled into him. "I want you to stay warm."

"I love them."

"There's more." I leaned forward and gave him the cookbooks.

He opened it and raised an eyebrow. "Did Misha help you pick these out?"

"Yes, she said they're both really good." I shrugged, "I don't know any crock pot recipes. She said these would have your favorite recipes in them."

"I love it. Now it's your turn." He leaned over and pulled a small package out from the tree that I hadn't noticed before.

It was a ring box.

Holy hell.

"It's not what you think." He said softly, sensing my growing panic. "I mean not really. It's a promise ring."

"Oh." I opened it and found a beautiful gold ring with a large light green round stone that was surrounded by diamonds. "It's so beautiful." I breathed.

He took the box from my hand and carefully took the ring out. "I hope it fits, we can get it sized if it doesn't. The stone reminded me of your eyes."

"It's really pretty. What is it?"

He chuckled as he slid it on my ring finger, "I didn't know it either. It's a peridot."

"I love it." It slid perfectly onto my ring finger.

"I like my ring on your finger." He said huskily.

"Me too." I whispered.

A promise ring. A promise of a normal future. I snuggled into him and felt a tear fall down my cheek.

"Baby? Did I do something wrong?" James worried.

I shook my head, "No, you're perfect. It's perfect. I really love it."

"Why are you crying love?"

"It's been a big day for me, already." I snuggled in closer to him, "Steve and Kara offered to adopt me this morning, and they were serious about it. They hung a stocking up for me. I've never had a stocking before." A fat tear rolled down my cheek and he wiped it with his thumb, "And you..." I looked up and kissed him gently, "You are so perfect."

He smiled down at me, "I adore you, Emily Hansen."

I relaxed against him in the chair and let him hold me. I wanted him. Honestly, I wanted James; I wanted to live with him; I wanted to have his children; I wanted to become a part of his family. He was incredibly sweet and so patient with me and my baggage.

Love at First Slight: Matt and Kate

Matt's baby sister married Kate's big brother, and now he's left with her living in his townhouse. She's beautiful, tiny, and she's probably ten years younger and definitely too opinionated and stubborn for him.

Kate can't believe that her new sister-in-law, Liv, was able to tolerate living with the overbearing, over-protective ex-Army major. She can't stand the fact that she's already told him her darkest secret. Somehow this beefcake has managed to make her trust again. Not all men, but definitely him.

Sparks fly between the two until finally Matt has had enough and follows through on Kate's flirtation. Kate can't stand the idea of having a romantic and obviously incredibly passionate relationship with this man who she'll never be rid of. He will be at every Christmas and every birthday party because he is now part of her family. She tries to slow things down between them but Matt resists.

Too bad for Kate that her overbearing, overprotective roommate has recognized that she is his perfect mate. Once the Major has an objective there is no stopping him in succeeding with his plan.

She was going to kill me, torturing me with touches until I had a heart attack. After our run this morning, she asked if I could use my weights. Long ago I converted the garage into my weight room and Liv was smart enough to not touch anything. So, I found myself standing over her while she reclined on my weight bench. Her tank top was wet and clinging to her after our seven mile run. Her legs were smooth and bent over the sides of the bench and I could just picture myself...

Fuck, I had a hard on and I was standing over her head, my hands holding the bar as she lowered it on to her chest.

"You can let go, Matt. I'm sure I can lift, what, twenty pounds over my head." She crabbed.

I took a half step back and watched as she lifted it unevenly.

"Tink, your form sucks." I stepped forward and evened the bar out. "Try and keep it parallel to the floor."

She did six more reps and I helped her put it back.

"Haven't you ever used free weights before?" I asked.

She shook her head, "No, school has nautilus machines in the gym. I just used those." She rolled her shoulders, "This is really different."

"Yeah, I don't want you using the bar without me here." I walked over to my free weights, "You can use these anytime you want."

She joined me and nudged me with her hip, "Yeah, uh, I might have to work up to that."

I shrugged, the smallest weight I had was twenty pounds. "Use two hands." I picked up one and handed it to her and showed her some basic moves. I was standing behind her, my cock slapping her back each time she moved against me but she didn't say anything. In fact, Tink seemed to be intentionally teasing me. I caught her leaning against me and I growled in her ear, "Careful, Tink. You're playing with fire." Fuck. I stepped away and headed for a cold shower. If I wasn't careful, I'd end up buried deep inside her, and I was pretty sure that she wasn't ready for that.

At two, she walked out of her room wearing a blue sundress and floral sneakers. Cute. Tink never wore much makeup but she had put some on that brought out the green in her eyes. She had her hair pinned back from her face somehow, but long in the back. Dammit, I wanted her. So would every other guy at the party. She was seriously trying to kill me. She pulled a fruit salad out of the fridge and smiled at me.

"Are we taking your car or mine?" She asked like she didn't know the answer.

"Mine."

She gave me the directions and twenty minutes later we were at some apartment complex in Santa Clara. Kelly had rented out the pool-house for her party. As soon as Tink set down the fruit bowl on a table I grabbed her hand. No fuckin' way any guy was getting within two feet of her today.

She slipped her hand out of mine to give Kelly a hug, and quickly introduced us. I slid my hand around her waist and willed my cock to remain dormant. I scanned the room, Tink pointed out Kelly's parents who were animatedly talking to another couple. A third couple joined them and I recognized the man as one of the state senators. Two guys came in grabbed beers and then left, and I felt Tink tense as one of them looked at her and then glanced away.

Kelly was rambling on about something that seemed to be interesting to Tink.

"Want to?" She asked me.

I shrugged, "Sure." Fuck. I needed to pay attention to something other than keeping my cock down.

She grinned and pulled me outside to a basketball court. Kelly called out, "Gals against Guys."

The prick Greg was already out there playing with three other guys. Two of them were the ones who got the beers. "That doesn't seem fair," Greg said good-naturedly.

Kelly looked over at Tink and winked, "It's just a game, sweetie. Let's have some fun."

I leaned down and whispered in Tink's ear. "Guy in blue shirt him?" She knew what I meant. Was that the prick that hurt her? She caught my eye and nodded.

Greg tossed the ball lightly to Kelly, who grinned. "Ok boys, five on five, half court, first to fifteen wins. Ladies first."

Quick introductions were made and I found out the shit head's name was Mark. Tink leaned into me, giving me a hug and whispered, "Just play the game, ok?"

I nodded and stood waiting to see what these girls thought they could do. Kelly did a hard pass to Tink, who stood at the three point line, turned, and easily sank the ball.

Kelly high-fived her and said, "One down, four to go."

Greg took the ball out and passed it to a tall kid named Tim. Tink covered him, and batted the ball away so fast I don't even think Tim knew it had happened. Rori got the ball and tossed it up to the backboard where it bounced off and back to Tink. She caught it easily and smirking, she shot another perfect three-pointer. Fuck. I needed to get my head into this game or we were going to be beat by a bunch of girls.

I chuckled as the girls high-fived and slapped each other's butts. Greg took the ball out and passed it to me. He grunted about seeing what the 'old man' had. I watched as Tink slowly moved forward, her eyes watching my hips. Damn, the girl knew how to play. I faked a pass to the left and she didn't move. Instead she lunged forward and stepped between my legs, tripping me. I fell on my ass as I saw her turn and throw another three point shot.

"Foul!" Greg shouted out but Kelly admonished him.

"Dude, we're just having some fun, right?" Tink teased. She held her hand out and helped me up.

"You're going to pay for that, sweetheart." I warned.

She pushed air out between her lips mocking me, "Like you would follow through." She turned and sashayed away. Fuck it. Three strikes and you're out, three times she's taunted me; if she wanted me to follow through, she'd have it.

Greg took the ball out and again passed it to me, but I rushed forward and did a slam-dunk. The guys cheered in appreciation but Tink just smirked.

Kelly took the ball out and passed it to Tink who turned to throw it in, but this time I covered her. She dribbled the ball low and I pressed my chest to her back. Finally she stood up and passed the ball to Rori, who passed it back to Becca. Becca tossed it back to Rori and then, to my surprise, Tink had the ball and was across the court. She made another fuckin' three pointer.

I looked at her amused, amazed, and a little awed. "You're very fast."

She wrinkled her nose at me, "Not really, you're just really slow, Freddy." Was that taunt number four?

This time when Greg passed the ball to me I passed it right back. Rori easily stole it from him and instead of passing the ball to Tink; she threw it towards the basket. We all watched as the ball hit the rim and went around twice before falling into the basket.

Kelly giggled, "And that, boys, is how the game is played."

Rori pulled off her shirt, and shucked off her shorts revealing a blue bikini. "Pool time!" she shouted just before she jumped into the pool. Tink looked over at me and tilted her head.

"Did you bring a suit?"

I looked down at my shorts, "What you see is what you get, sweetheart."

She watched me as she pulled her dress over her head and set it on a table. She toed her sneakers off and winked as she stepped over to the pool. She was wearing a red bikini that covered all her parts, but left nothing to the imagination. I pulled my phone and wallet out of my pocket and threw my t-shirt on top of it. I kicked off my shoes and scooped her up and jumped in with her in my hands.

"Shit!" She spluttered as her head popped back up from under the water and pushed at my shoulders. I grabbed her waist and pulled her in close.

"I promised you payback." I said and she relaxed and threaded her legs around my waist, her hands rested on my shoulders. She felt soft and she smelled amazing.

"What does payback consist of?" She breathed.

Fuck. I pulled her in close to me and her breasts crushed against my chest. Her eyes widened, but I could feel her pulling me closer. I leaned in and kissed her. Softly at first, since last night that was all I had thought about. Wondered what she would taste like. Wondered if she would kiss me back. She centered herself over my hard-on as her fingers pulled my head closer to hers.

I grabbed her ass and ground her into me, while I opened my mouth and willed her to do the same. Her tongue tentatively sought out mine and I claimed it. Fuck, I was claiming her with every cell in my body. She was mine. It was like something clicked in my soul, recognizing her as my mate.

Her Lucky Number by Tobi Doyle

Matt Coleman is a successful professional football player with good looks and great personality that everyone loves. Everyone except the new place kicker's sister, Cami. He's not used to open hostility and when he turns on the charm she turns him down cold. Even when he tries to be a nice guy he manages to screw it up. He'd like to ignore her, but he can't. She's beautiful, funny, incredibly sweet, and he wants her. If he could just get her to stop hating him so much...

Cami Lansing loves her family more than anything. When her older brother Gabe gets a great contract as a place kicker and moves to California he wants her to come with him. Being born deaf Gabe has never been comfortable speaking in public, and he relies on Cami to speak for him. She doesn't mind except that she seems to be stuck in the path of destruction in the form of his teammate, Matt Coleman.

Matt is too attractive, too charming, and loves to whip his fans into frenzies which have resulted in her concussion, broken foot, and second degree burns down her back from scalding coffee. She can't seem to avoid him, although she desperately tries. She'd like to hate him but he's so sweet to her brother and well, she's attracted to him also.

If only they could get their chemistry to be compatible instead of so combustible.

He opened my door and helped me out. Instead of waiting until I got my crutches he lifted me up and carried me into his home. He settled us on the couch and whispered, "The last time we were like this I was very disappointed and a little bit relieved your brother returned."

I nodded, "It was too soon."

His finger traced my ear and down my neck to my collar bone. He followed it with his lips pressing small kisses behind my ear, along my jaw and down my neck until he nipped my neck.

I whimpered and pulled on his shoulder. He lowered me so I was lying down on the couch and he covered me. His weight was supported by his elbows and his knees threaded between my legs. I suddenly loved his modern and extra deep couch. It was practically as wide as a twin bed and I could rest my cast against the back of the couch. My other leg hooked around his calf and tried to pull him closer.

He settled between my hips and lowered his face to mine. Drinking from my lips, he kissed me until my lips were swollen and I found myself grinding against him, begging for more. More contact. More heat. More touches. My hands fumbled against his chest, trying to open the buttons.

He slid back on his haunches and pulled his shirt off, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," I sounded greedy as my hands traced his chest. His head rolled back.

"I love your hands on me. Sit up."

I struggled to sit up, but he helped me and soon had my shirt off and bra unsnapped. He laid me down and ran kisses from my neck down to the upper swells of my breasts.

"God, you're so beautiful." He traced my nipple with his tongue while his other hand cupped my breast, pinching the nipple.

I thrust my chest toward him and he complied, suckling deeply and applying just the perfect amount of pressure with his leg between my knees. He continued his assault, whispering how beautiful I was, how soft my skin was, and all sorts of sweet things while his hands drove my body crazy. He was amazing.

His hand slid down to the waist of my yoga pants and I stiffened. He stilled and looked at me, "Tell me what you want."

I shook my head, too embarrassed to say what I really wanted. He kissed my mouth, teasing my lips as his hand went to my waistband again and he slid underneath.

"Is this ok, Cami?"

"Yes, please."

"Ah, Jesus," his eyes slammed shut. When he opened them again they were dilated and his hand immediately found its mark. "God, you're so wet." He murmured as his finger traced through my labia. A second finger joined the first and my leg fell off the couch, opening myself to him further.

His finger circled my clit and I jerked underneath him. He stilled and slowly, gently circled my clit until I was used to the sensation of him there.

"Do you like this?" He asked hoarsely.

"God, yes."

He chuckled and bit my neck as his fingers moved further down, one siding inside of me while his thumb continued its glorious assault. His fingers pressed against my barrier and he groaned, increasing his rhythm until I shattered underneath him.

"Jesus, that's it, God, you're so beautiful." His words soothed me as I came apart and he smoothly removed his hand kissing me fiercely. "So beautiful," he murmured.

His erection was pressing against my thigh and my hands moved down to cup him. "Matt, show me how..."

"Baby, not tonight. You don't have to do this."

I leaned up on my elbows, "I want to." I was brave, empowered, "I want to taste you. I want your beautiful cock in my hand and my mouth." I willed myself not to blush but the heat burned my cheeks anyway. He didn't care; he got up quickly and stripped. I sat up and he settled himself between my legs.

"Lick it," His voice was thick, "From here, to here." He pointed to the vein that went from his balls up to the tip. I flattened my tongue and covered the area, and then I did it again.

"Fuck. Ok," His voice sounded strained, he took one of my hands in his and grabbed his cock, showing me how to hold it. "It's better when it's wet, or fuck, lubricated."

I grinned against him, loving that he was losing himself in me. I moved one hand to the base of his shaft while the other ran up and down. Honestly, Chelsea and I had Googled how to do this years ago but I always figured that the people were just acting. Now I realized they probably weren't, every sound he made seemed to electrify my body. His hand carefully threaded through my hair and he rocked his hips against me. I hummed against him, twirling my tongue over his glans before pulling him deep inside me. I held him at the back of my throat and swallowed and he held me there and then released me.

"Baby, I'm going to come." He warned.

I pulled him deep in again and his hand went up and held me as he growled and pulsed in my mouth. I swallowed convulsively, but I wasn't able to take it all. It was messy as his seed spilled out on to my hands but I didn't care. He was moaning incoherently, his hips thrusting until he was spent. He withdrew from my mouth and kneeled in front of me. He grabbed his shirt and wiped my face and hands and kissed me sweetly. He pulled my pants off and then settled me on top of his lap.

"Matt, I..." I started to panic, not ready for more than this.

"Shh, I just want to feel you." He kissed my eyes, my nose and ran his lips over my jawline pressing kisses everywhere. "You're skin feels so amazing next to mine." He pulled against me, and I lay against his chest. His skin was smooth against my hand and I followed the line from his sternum down to his happy trail. He chuckled, "You're tickling me."

I grinned up at him, "You do feel very good." I flattened my hand against his stomach and slid it up to his shoulder while he ran his hand down my back and cupped my butt.

"When does the cast come off?"

"About two weeks."

"Uh, Tennessee. It will be my favorite state."

I teased him, "Oh I see, you think the cast comes off and you get my V-card?"

He looked at me and smiled, "I know you're teasing me. Your cheek twitches right here when you're joking," he leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"I do not."

"Mmm-hmm." He murmured as he kissed my neck and nibbled. "You like that, a lot."

"I do." I whispered.

Love at First Slight: Joe and Nikki

Nikki would do anything to protect her nephew who she has raised as her own son since he was six months old, including marrying a tall, dark, stranger who seems too good to be true.

Joe can't believe his luck when he realizes that the woman who he has been obsessing over needs his protection. He's willing to give it, but at a price. He wants her. He wants a chance at a real marriage, not the fake one she suggests and he intends to get what he wants.

By the time we made it to my apartment complex I had managed to calm down just slightly. When I opened her door I stopped her from sliding out of the car.

"Darlin,' I'm sorry I pulled you out of the party so quickly. If you want me to take you home, I'll understand."

She raised an eyebrow and swung her legs out the door. "Joe, if you don't have me naked in five minutes I will seriously hurt you."

I don't think her feet touched the ground. I had her inside our apartment in about fifteen seconds. I closed the front door and locked it. As I turned around her hands went up to my tie, pulling at the knot. I shrugged out of my jacket while her hands unbuttoned my shirt.

"Oh sweet Jesus," she breathed as she opened my shirt. Her head dipped down and she began kissing my chest. Her hand traced over the tattoo on my right pec. She looked up at me and then kissed the scars gently. Her hands wrapped around my waist and her nails gently traced up and down my spine.

I kicked my shoes off and gently unbuttoned those four buttons that had been on my mind all day long. My hands trembled, but finally, when the last button was undone her dress fell open. God, she was perfection.

My hands traced up from her navel up to her shoulders and pushed her dress off. I growled when she stood in front of me in a peach lace bra and matching panties. She shuddered as my hand slowly traced her lace bra cups. I wanted to go slow, savor each moment. I kissed the tops of her breasts and pushed the lace cups down. God, she tasted amazing. Her nipple hardened in my mouth between my lips and teeth. I played with her other nipple, worrying it between my thumb and fingers while my other hand traveled down and covered her mound. Her head tilted back against the wall as she opened her stance for me. Her hands traveled over my head to my shoulders and back again. Her hips bucked under my hand and I could feel how wet she was. I needed a taste. I knelt down in front of her and lowered her panties and balanced one of her legs over my shoulder.

"Joe, I'll fall." She protested. She quieted when my tongue slid between her lips. Her hand rested on my shoulder and she had tilted her hips toward me, opening herself wider to me.

She began to whimper and her hand tightened on my shoulder as I felt her tremble. I slid a single finger in and suckled her clit and she came suddenly and fiercely.

"Joe, please..." She breathed.

I stood up and scooped up her knees in one arm and supported her back with the other. Her panties and shoes fell off in the hall and I couldn't wait for her bra to follow. Her body was gorgeous, soft and supple, and her skin was like satin.

"Joe!" She giggled. "I'm too heavy!"

"No, darlin' you're perfect." She settled against my chest as I strode into my bedroom. I set her down in front of my bed and her hands went to my belt quickly unfastening it. She knelt in front of me pulling my pants and briefs down.

"Oh. My." Her mouth went straight to my cock and she slid her tongue over the crown before sliding down on my shaft.

"Fuck, baby, I'll come too soon." She looked up and gave me a wicked smile. She slowly licked me from my balls, up my shaft before kissing the tip. I reached down and hooked my hands under her arms and tossed her on to the bed. She giggled and leaned up on her elbows watching me crawl on top of her. She had managed to free herself from her bra and looked glorious laid out and ready for me on my bed. I tucked my hands under her shoulders and kissed her with the possessiveness I felt. I would remember this moment for the rest of my life. I was going to finally make her mine.

Her legs wrapped around my back and she nudged me toward her opening.

I managed to maintain a small semblance of control before turning into a rutting animal. "Baby, are you on birth control?"

"Yes." She tilted her hips closer and I lost it.

I slid in between her slick folds slowly, she was almost too tight. I stopped suddenly when I felt something blocking me. Could she be a virgin?

"Nikki?"

"It's not what you think." She said quickly. "Joe, please, don't stop."

"I couldn't if I wanted to, baby." I slid out and then thrust in and held her close; she flinched slightly but then wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "Darlin', are you alright?"

"Mmm." She bit my ear, "So much better than alright."

I slid out and in slowly a few times, "Is this ok, darlin'?"

"Faster, please." God, she was so polite, so damn sweet. She tightened her inner muscles around my cock. She was already so tight around me, hot and slick. The feeling was better than anything I had ever experienced before. I became the rutting animal I was afraid I would be, but she held on and countered my movements. When I felt my balls tighten she tightened herself and moaned and I completely emptied my entire being into her. She had my body and soul. I had bitten her neck and found myself suckling her skin as I came back to reality. She was clasped tightly around me and her womb was still pulsing around me, our hearts were beating synchronously, our breaths finally slowed.

I lifted my head and looked at her, "Nikki, I love you. Please, baby, be my wife."

She cried and then giggled and nodded her head yes. I leaned down to kiss her again and she devoured me. We kissed and cuddled for a long time before I finally slid out and rolled onto my back.

Rebound Baby, Too

Anna Kincaid's celebrates her divorce by engaging in the best one night stand of her life with an account executive from her work. Although, dating interns is definitely taboo, Jake doesn't care. He recognizes Anna is something special and he's ready to risk everything for the chance to know her. Anna doesn't trust her instincts when it comes to men. After all, her first husband was Prince Charming, right until she was no longer the damsel in distress; then he became controlling and mean. When she realizes she's pregnant she's not sure she can trust Jake's intentions. Would he marry her because it's the right thing to do? She's not willing to settle in marriage ever again. Can she trust that it's more than infatuation? Jake works hard to prove to that he's serious about their relationship. He knows that she's his perfect match; she's brilliant, funny, and beautiful. She is his better half he just needs to convince her to trust herself again.

Jake's lips twitched and he stepped closer to her. She was tense but Jake wrapped his arms around her waist. His body was warm and hard under her hands which didn't soothe her nerves. It stoked them. She sighed and whispered, "Can we just, you know, get naked?"

Jake leaned back and looked at her. "There's no need to rush this. How long has it been?"

Crap. Really? "Four years." She admitted honestly, "I'm totally out of practice and I'm nervous as hell." She backed away from him. "This was a bad idea." Humiliation washed over her.

He stood frozen. "Four years?"

Dear God, please kill me now. Maybe a tornado could come by?

He reached out and grabbed her hand. "Oh Baby, I promise you that you made a good decision."

The corners of her mouth twisted up. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah." He pulled Anna close to him and captured her lips. He kissed her gently at first and as she relaxed he slid his tongue into her mouth. She heard herself moan. She relaxed further against him, her hands moving down from his waist and grabbing his ass. Salacious thoughts tumbled through her head. Jesus, he had an amazing ass. She wanted to lick that ass. And his pecs. What if he didn't like to be licked?

Her fingers were massaging his back and butt and her hips canted toward him, rubbing against his erection. Her breath caught in her chest... Holy hell, he was hung! Not that she had much experience, but she was pretty sure he was poking up above his waist band. It was twitching. Oh my God. She reached for his waistband but he twisted his hips away. He kissed her soundly and grabbed her face between his huge hands.

He bit her bottom lip. "Four years means you are due at least four orgasms before my pants came off."

Oh, holy hell. She swallowed, unable to speak. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. His eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped at the sight of her ivory bustier.

"Jesus, do you dress like this all the time?" His voice was strangled. If possible, his cock grew in his pants, straining against the zipper of his jeans and probably leaving painful imprints.

She nodded. "I like pretty underwear."

"Oh, sweet Jesus," he groaned. "If I had known... Fuck the cameras." He quickly unzipped her skirt and fell to his knees. She wore a matching lace thong, and he could smell her excitement. He noticed the banana tattooed on her right hip. He looked up at her questioningly and she shrugged.

"I told you I was a little wild..." Her voice trailed off as his fingers lightly traced the tattoo. Electricity tickled across her skin and she fought the tremors.

"A banana?"

"Anna banana," she sighed as his hot breath kissed her skin.

He leaned in and nibbled her pubis, pulling the lace to the side and sliding his tongue along her seam. Her body trembled and her breath came out in short pants. She wanted to lie down because her legs wouldn't handle holding her upright any longer. She braced her hands on his shoulders and stepped out of the skirt. He placed her on the bed, lying against her for just a moment, trailing kisses from her lips down her body until he knelt between her thighs.

"Oh?" She squeaked and tried to sit up.

"You need to lie back and just enjoy this." He slid his thumbs under the small satin bands that held her thong in place and pulled it down her thighs, his fingertips sliding over her skin. She melted under the heat of his fingertips. His touch was light but it didn't tickle, it burned.

"Relax, Anna. Just enjoy. You deserve this. I want to make your fantasies come true. Can you tell them to me?" He laced his fingers with hers, pulling her hands above her shoulders. He kissed her lips chastely and looked into Anna's eyes. "Listen to me, Anna. I want you to leave your hands here. I just want you to enjoy me, enjoy the sensations. That's your job tonight. I want you to just feel, to tell me what you want, to let me please you in any way you want."

Tears stung her eyes. When had anyone ever been so generous? She would not cry, she reprimanded herself. Now was not the time to get emotional. This was sex. Nothing personal. Except, he was looking at her like it was personal.

"I don't think I can," she said honestly, finally trusting her voice to sound normal. She couldn't tell him her desires; she had spent too long denying that side of herself.

"Then let me please you. Tell me what you like." He leaned down and peppered kisses down over her covered chest to her navel. His tongue dipped and tickled and she felt him smile against her stomach.

She whispered shyly, "I want to feel your skin."

He grinned and stood up, rewarding her request by pulling his shirt over his head. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. She had to consciously remind herself not to drool. He pulled condoms from his pocket and tossed them on the bed. She hadn't even thought of birth control or safe sex. Four years. Abstinent no more. Thank God. He kneeled down, pressing his chest against her and kissing her lips.

"Tonight Anna, I will do anything you ask." He bit her bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, licking the edges before releasing it. The prick of pain seemed directly related to heat that bloomed everywhere. Her hands went to hold his face and he tilted his head back. "No, Baby." He took her hands and put them up by her shoulders. "Don't move these or I will have to tie them behind your back. I'm afraid if you touch me, I'll be inside you in a minute."

Holy shit. That was hot, it shouldn't be, but it was. She considered her need for control, but this, him taking care of her, this was good. She wanted him to take control, now... her legs fell open and the smallest amount of friction would surely make her come. She thrust her breasts up toward him and he used his teeth to pull one bra cup down and nuzzled her breast with his nose. She loved the feeling of his skin against her. Warm and slightly rough against her soft skin. He bit gently and laved it, his tongue flat against the nipple, swirling around it until it formed a hard peak. He backed away and the cold air hit her wet nipple, making it hard and achy. The sensation of hot next to cold was amazing. Her mind was letting go. She wanted to wrap her fingers in his hair but remembered his instructions and put them back by her shoulders.

He growled, "Good girl." He looked at her. "You are so beautiful. I can't wait to be buried deep inside you."

Her eyes widened at his crude words and her breathing quickened. "You're driving me crazy."

He grinned wickedly. "That's the idea." He bit her nipple again and then suckled, pulling her deep into his mouth as his hands slid down her waist to her thighs. His hands slid behind her knees and pushed her legs up and out, opening her center to him. She felt exposed but safe. It helped that he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Almost reverent. Almost. There was lust in his eyes too. She pushed her center against him. Just a bit of pressure and she would go off. His hand slid from her knee, caressing her thigh down to her clit and she jerked against him before forcing herself to relax. It had been too long since she was touched by a man. Her body wasn't used to responding to intimate touches, it was on fire and she had no control over the spastic movements her muscles made. She tried to calm herself and just focus on him, but her body wouldn't cooperate.

He grinned. "I love the way you feel under me."

He peppered kisses down her belly to her center and flicked tongue against her clit. She groaned and twisted her hips. She was stunned at the contact. He flattened his tongue and attacked her clit, suckling and stimulating until she was pushing against him shamelessly. He read her body language or maybe he could read her mind, because she came fast against his mouth. His tongue relented, rolling her clit side to side. He slid two fingers into her tight channel and rocked them in and out, finding the right pace that had her writhing beneath him.

"Oh!" Damn, I have a G-spot. Anna couldn't hold back her surprise. She had assumed it was a mythical place, but no, it was there, right where his fingers were pressing so perfectly. Her internal muscles clenched tightly, and she came again, this orgasm like nothing she had ever experienced before. It started deep within her and washed over her body, wave after wave. He pulled her clit into his mouth just as the last waves were subsiding; flicking it relentlessly as his fingers pushed deeper. Her legs tightened, and she cried out his name as her entire body succumbed to the overwhelming feeling that pulsed from her center. Her head pushed back and she fought to remember to breathe. She could lose herself in this man, and he hadn't even taken his pants off yet.

She was in big trouble.

I am excited to announce my partnership with Rebecca Barray. We collaborated on this book and it has been picked up by Boroughs Publishing Group and will be published soon...

Imperfect by Rebecca Barray and Tobi Doyle

Two people who are imperfect alone but perfect together. Sophie Schrader moves to San Francisco to be the head chef in the cafeteria of a large technology corporation, as well as escape memories of a violent attack. William Peterson is a billionaire workaholic, with a knack for real estate and control issues. Sophie knows two things for certain, food and William Peterson makes her feel safe - so safe she sleeps nightmare free. She worries that she will lose herself in William, the man loves being in complete control. As she deals with the ghosts of her past she realizes that she reacted to life, rather than being proactive. Sophie grows in this story, learning who she truly wants to be. William obsesses over Sophie's safety, trying to control her whole life to ensure it. He loves Sophie; and while he was never good at compromise before he's willing to learn for her.

His eyes pleaded, "Sophie, you gotta let me do this."

Hmm, did I? I was thinking if his kisses made me stop thinking, perhaps my kisses would have the same effect on him. I maneuvered, straddling his legs but sitting back far enough away from his interesting bits that I wanted to rub against but didn't. His eyes widened, his pupils darkened and I leaned forward and kissed him.

Oh, sweet merciful God in heaven, this man was an expert at kissing. Soft, sweet and then controlling and possessive. His hands were pulling at my hair, pulling me closer. I leaned up on my knees, denying us both the contact we craved.

I bit his bottom lip and he chuckled. Two seconds later I was on my back covered in a very large, excited man. Damn. His nose traced along my hairline to behind my ear and he nibbled my earlobe. I groaned and my hands slid up the soft skin of his chest. He placed kisses along my neck and bit hard. Ohmigod, my body responded and my hands moved to pull him even closer. His knee nudged between my legs making more room for him to settle. His hand slid up from my waist to under my breast and I should protest but I didn't want to - not really.

Oh. My. God. He rocked his hips against me. I was going to come. Oh, hell. Heavy petting on the first date. Yes, please. I should stop him, but, um, no - I wanted to come. I opened my legs and slid my hands around his waist and slid them down to cup his amazing ass. Jesus, this man was all muscle.

His tongue slid into my mouth in time with his hips and I my body responded, tightening and spiraling into a rush of pleasure. He released my mouth, watching me as I succumbed to the gentle orgasm.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." His hips tilted roughly and his hand massaged and pinched my breast.

Yup, there it was. The elusive orgasm. It hit me hard and I was sure I was making an ugly orgasm face but I didn't care. I had been unable to orgasm for months now. Something about getting cut by a bitch did things to my psyche. I held on to him, rocking into him until I realized how selfish I had been.

"Wow." I buried my head in his neck. He turned his face and kissed me, nibbling at my lips softly. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip and he moved, settling his elbows at my shoulders.

"You sure you don't want to spend the night?" He looked at me sweetly; he was asking not commanding me. I shook my head no and he bent down and kissed me. He whispered, "You're my girlfriend."

Well, yeah, I suppose I was. I mean really, it wasn't like I was planning on meeting anyone new and I definitely wanted to see where this went. I nodded and he grunted, "Fuck, yeah." He bit my neck again, "And you're going to let me keep you safe." I stiffened but he lowered his torso on me, still letting me breathe but definitely in my space. "You're going to let me keep you safe because I need it. I need you to be safe, sweet Sophie. I gotta know that you're safe."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Got it?" He said repeating my words back to me.

"Yes." I assented.

He quickly stood up and grabbed my hand pulling me up with him. He was smiling, "Yeah?"

"Yes." I rolled up on my toes and kissed his chin. His huge penis was poking me in the gut. I looked down at it and then up at him.

He shook his head, "Not tonight, Babe. Not until you're ready."

"That doesn't seem fair." I whispered.

He laughed, "You're pouting. That's adorable." He leaned down and kissed my nose.

