I did as he asked, and my senses were heightened as his lips gently touched my clit and sucked it into his mouth. Then he flicked his tongue over the small bead, sending shoots of electricity throughout my body. Just when I thought that I could take no more, he thrust his tongue into my pussy, pushing it in as far as it would go. Then, he pulled back and thrust it into me again. He moved quickly in and out as he fucked me with his tongue, and then moved his lips up to my clit and sucked, flicked his tongue over it, and then thrust into me again.
“Come for me,” he whispered gently, his lips against my pussy.
I shook my head. “No. I want you to be inside of me when I come.”
He smirked. “I will be. But let me take care of you now.”
I smiled as I allowed myself to relax and enjoy the wonders of his tongue. I gasped as he pushed his finger into me, first one and then two, and moved in and out, fucking me with his fingers as
“Alyssa …”“So, you don’t deny it?” I asked, fuming. “Look: you’re my manager, but my personal life is just that … my personal life. And if you ever interfere with Logan and me again, I won’t hesitate to fire you.”“Alyssa, listen,” Craig said at the other end of the phone. “I didn’t do it. Is that what he told you? That I paid off Bryant Hall to kiss you at that concert?” He chuckled darkly at the other end. “Honey, I didn’t have to pay him. He did it on his own. You’re a desirable woman …”“I can’t believe you just said that,” I said, shaking my head. “Just stay out of my personal life! I’ll see you at the concert, but you need to get your priorities straight.”“Hey. Watch it!”“Or what?”He didn’t say anything.“That’s what I th
He laughed. “Well, let’s not keep them waiting then,” Logan said as he opened the car door and slid out. Then, he extended his hand to me and helped me out of the back of the limo. The mansion was lovely—three stories and dimly lit by outside decorative white security lights, which accented the gray stones. It looked as if it had been there for centuries.“Have fun tonight,” Jim teased as he extended a hand to Logan. “It’s good to see you here again.”Logan smiled as he shook his hand. “It’s good to be back.” Then, he turned toward me “Ready?”I nodded, overcome by sudden nerves.“I love you,” he whispered as he placed a hand gently on the small of my back and we walked up the stairs.I squared my shoulders, preparing myself mentally for anything. “I love you, too.”Just before we reached the front door, it opened and a butler st
Jim opened the limo door, but Logan held out his hand as he shook his head. Then, he walked to the garage and opened the door. Inside, cars of all makes and models lined the walls. The garage was actually as big as a small warehouse. The collection of cars inside was priceless.Logan walked purposefully over to a vintage red convertible Corvette with the top down sitting a few cars down to the right and opened the passenger door.“Logan, you’re too upset,” I said, stopping in the middle of the room.“Yeah. So?”“So, you shouldn’t be driving when you’re this upset.”“I’m okay,” he said as he motioned toward the door. “Let’s go.”I didn’t move. “Is this your car?”He shrugged as he bit his lip. “Why do you ask?”I took a step toward him. “No offense, but I don’t want to spend the night in jail for gr
Bright, golden sunshine streamed in through the window as birds sang outside, but the song sounded off—delayed, somehow. I opened my eyes, and there was white everywhere: white walls, white sheets …Someone said something, but it sounded slurred, delayed, and muffled. I tried to turn my head, but it hurt so badly that I could hardly move. Greer appeared in my line of sight. I tried to smile, but nothing seemed to be responding well. “Greer? What happened?” I tried to say.“Shush,” she said as tears streamed down her face. Then, she said something else, but I couldn’t make out what it was.“Sorry. I can’t hear you,” I said as my head spun. “What happened? Where am I?”Behind her, my mother appeared with tears in her eyes, along with my father, who bent down and kissed my forehead. His mouth started moving, but the sound was jumbled.“Sorry, Dad,” I said, unable to h
“Alyssa,” a familiar voice said in the distance. Someone was holding my hand. I tried to open my eyes as I fought the darkness. “Alyssa, it’s me. Craig. Wake up.” But his voice wasn’t the one I longed to hear. Tears trickled from my eyes onto the pillow as I slowly opened my eyes. “Craig … Logan.” He nodded as he bit his lower lip. “Yes. I know, Alyssa. I’m so sorry,” he said as sincerity lit his eyes. Then, he looked around to others in the room. “She’s awake!” Somehow, my head was feeling better and I could hear properly. My eyesight had greatly improved, too. “How long have I been out?” He let out a deep breath as my mother appeared at my side. “Almost a week since the last time you woke.” “From the last time I woke?” I asked in disbelief. She nodded as tears formed in her eyes. “Mom, could I speak with Craig along for a minute?” I tried to sit up, and both my mother and my father helped me. My head wasn’t sp
VOLUME TWO: IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES, PART 2 Ten Years Later: Nashville, Tennessee “The contract is all pretty standard,” I said to a young female musician sitting across from me. Then I went on to explain the particulars of the contract. “When you sign here, the recording contract will be complete, and you’ll start working with Mr. Savage immediately.” I looked directly into her eyes and let out a deep breath. “But if you have any questions, just ask. I’m here to help.” She nodded, and then quickly picked up a pen. I reached out to stop her. “Cindy, always read a contract first before you sign it … even from me. I’ll wait while you look it over.” She nodded, and then picked up the contract. “This looks like gibberish to me, but if you say that it’s legit, then it’s okay with me.” I looked at her with sincere eyes. “Would you like for me to explain the details again?” She shook her head. Th
I looked at the time and grabbed my purse and coat. It was November in Nashville and getting quite cold. After glancing around my office to make sure everything was in place, I turned out the light and hurried to the reception area where Mrs. Farrow was already gathering her things.“Don’t stay too late,” I called to her as I walked past.“Don’t worry. I won’t,” she said as she slipped into her coat. “Jim and I are going out tonight.”I smiled. Jim was her husband. After thirty years of marriage and many children and grandchildren later, they were still in love. They made a cute couple. “Tell him I said hello.” I set my purse down on a nearby chair and slipped into my coat. “Going dancing?”She laughed as she prepared her things. “Heavens no! Just a quiet dinner. If we tried to go dancing, Jim would probably throw out his hip.” I laughed as she leaned in conspiratori
Pain gripped my heart at the nickname that Logan had given me. It still hurt after all these years. “No. Thanks,” I said as I took another sip of my wine and forced a smile. “I’m having too much fun watching you.”“Nonsense! This isn’t a side show!” He pushed a plate in front of me. “Here; help yourself.” Anticipating my answer, he added, “And this time, I’m not taking no for an answer.”Knowing he wouldn’t let up until I indulged, I picked up a wing and the strong scent of hot sauce wafted toward me. I took a bite, and it was delicious. I devoured it in a hurry.Frank smiled. “Hungry, are we?” he teased, using my own words against me.I laughed. “I guess I was hungrier than I thought.” I placed a square of bread on a skewer, dipped it into the cheese fondue, and took a bite. “So, why did you ask me here?”“New client,&rdquo