When we entered the club room, some of the men started hooting loudly and a few clapped. I could see that our host was seated at the center of the room with six chairs framing him to the right and left. One of the chairs was empty but the rest was fully occupied. I relaxed a little, understanding we were to pick who to dance for. Tamika and Anna went for the host, and the rest of us fan out to entertain the rest of the men. I picked the last one to the left and simply reenacted what we practiced. The man appeared a bit drunk and kept calling me baby and urging me to sit on his lap. I knew it would be a great put-off to make a scene so I did my best to manage the situation. He brought out his wallet at a point and slipped wads of cash into my cleavage when I danced close to him. “You're really beautiful, I would like to see you after this,” he said, emptying his wallet to put more money inside my cleavage. I looked to my right and saw Sam hovering. It was as if he could read my mind
“Hey,” he said, with his eyes pinning me to the spot. I swallowed and my chest quivered. “I’m sorry I missed your dance, and would very much like a private one with you… if you don’t mind,” he said, still holding my gaze as if he were trying to confirm a suspicion. I shook my head without speaking and then he added, “If it’s about payment, trust me, I can afford it.”“I’m sorry, sir, she doesn’t give private dances,” Ameera responded. I guessed my friends must have noticed how stunned I was by this new stranger. He spared her a glance and flashed that arresting but rear smile of his at her before returning his intense gaze to meet mine. “Thank you, but, I would love her to say that to me herself,” he said. My heart skipped a bit with the conviction that he may already know it was me. And with lack of what to say I said, “I’m sorry,” in an almost inaudible tone. I saw his eyes flickered with emotions and I couldn't bear to stay there, pretending any longer. I gave Ameera and Ashley
When we got to his hotel room. The door was barely shut before he pulled me back into his arms, taking off my jacket and pulling off his shirt at the same time. I couldn’t help running my hands down his bulging pectorals, and well-ridged abs. I found he was even more manly than the last time I saw him naked. He was bigger, simply magnificent. He pulled down the zipper of my leather bodysuit, trailing kisses down my chest to close his mouth around my already-hardened nipples. I moaned out loud. He dipped his hands under the band of my panties, pulled the silky fabric down my legs, and quickly took off his trousers, kicking it to a corner. I quivered when he pressed a kiss to my belly button, holding my hips in almost a painful grip. Then he straightened his spine, cupped my face, and kissed me roughly, lifting me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around him. He raised one of his hands to frame the side of my face, carrying me to the big bed behind me. The room was dimly lit, th
After cuddling for a few minutes just lying there, holding on tight with my arms wrapped around his neck and my face pressed to the side of his face, pressing my lips to his skin. He trailed his fingers down my naked back, while slowly regulating his breathing.“Baby… I’m sorry I was a bit rough, it's been…”“Shh… I know,” I whispered. He gently nudged my face and craned his neck so he could face me, and with our noses touching, he smiled at me. Christ! How was I able to survive all these years without him? I remember this smile -- this rear smile that always lights up my inside like an explosion of fireworks. This smile that I would spend a whole day anticipating and looking forward to doing something that would make him look at me like this.To my dismay, my shoulders shook and my eyes welled with tears. Why is life so unfair? Why do they have to tear me away from him? I released a shaky breath and felt his hand snaked to the side of my face and his long slim fingers gently caressed
His lips trailed down the slope of my chest until they covered my nipples, he suckled gently and I moaned, arching my back to give him full access to my chest. In reflex, I turned my face to have better access to his thumb that was brushing the corner of my mouth, and closed my lips around him, licking and sucking it. I heard him moaning out my name. The rush of his hot breath on my breast stimulated me further. I felt my vagina respond as the heat increased in between my legs. I reached down to cup his face, making him edge up so I could taste his lips. I wrapped my legs behind his long legs, moving them up a bit, and tightened my hold on him. Putting my self-defense class actions to use, I overturned him and peppered kisses on his pectorals, using my teeth to pull out his flat nipples. I sucked him, lapping and licking him till they hardened. Evan moaned and his frame quivered. I dragged my open palm over his front, loving the control I have over him, and his reactions, enjoying hi
After the night I just had and the blow I was dealt, it was hard moving from that spot, where I sat on the edge of the bed, still clutching the piece of paper in my hand. I continued to breathe, concentrating on the sound, trying to stay in the bubble I had been in for the past hours. And with her sweet scent lingering on my skin, swirling in the air, and filling my nostrils it was quite easy. The thought of staying curled up on the bed, just inhaling her scent was tempting. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips when the scene of her laughing in the bathroom a few hours before played in my head. My heart tightened painfully. I reached for my phone, flicked my thumb over the screen, and dialed Jacob. He answered on the second ring.“Evan?”“Yup,” I responded.“You finally decided to join the real world, huh?” he said and chuckled. If only he knew how astute that statement was. “Thank you for inviting me, and sorry I bailed on you,” I found myself conversing as if my inside wasn’t
“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”My heart slammed in my chest at the sight of Cole. For the life of me, I have forgotten his existence! Evan, goddammit! From the moment I laid my eyes on him, my reality ceased to exist. How could I have forgotten Cole?! A few hours before I was contemplating being with him and now, the very thought made me very uncomfortable. Cole’s very existence made me feel guilty. How I could feel that way was pure madness! Evan is a married man, damn it! I shouldn’t have even been with him. He was my past. I should have let him stay there. Especially when neither of us could do a damn thing to change our situation. But deep inside me, I knew when it came to Evan, I was powerless. I lack the willpower to refuse him anything. “I love you,” I recalled his passionate declaration that further enslaved my heart. My eyes blurred with tears and I quickly shook my head. It wouldn't do to fall apart now and scare my friends. I stood up, and raised my
I shut my eyes and took a deep sigh. The answer to that question was quite simple. Evan was my everything and as a result, I shouldn't be with any other man because doing so would not only make me hurt the other person, I would be hurting myself as well. But then to admit to that would mean I have condemned myself to a life of loneliness. A life where I would pine for him for the rest of my life. But is this the end though? The end of my story with Evan Sterling?I had thought Evan was in my past and when I least expected it he came back to claim me and reminded me that he loves me. I may be crazy for still nurturing the hope that he may find his way back to me. But I wanted to give him a chance; a chance for him to fulfill all his promises to me just like I had fulfilled mine. He promised me a family; a life with him filled with love and laughter and children. A life in which he would be the center of my world and I would draw fresh breath every morning with him wrapped around me. He