'The pictures were great. Thank you', I texted Ivan. Hey, he was an asshole and he pissed me the hell off, but they were great. I could be nice to him if I wanted to be. 'I told you they were incredible. I’m happy to stare at you in underwear if you want to repeat it'. He replied. And there goes my nice mood. 'You’re a prick'. I replied back. I tucked my phone back inside my bra and ran toward my apartment. Sometimes, I was glad I lived downtown. Friday and Saturday nights weren’t those times, but on a Monday when it was about to rain, I was definitely happy I do. I picked up the pace when a few odd drops of rain fell on my face. Somehow, I made it back to my apartment block before it came down full force. It patted the windows as I made my way upstairs, forgoing the elevator in favor of fitness. Yeah, you can bet your ass I ordering having takeout tonight. “Where have you been?” Shaw walked into my apartment without kn

“No strings?” I said. “Just… sex?”“Yep.”“Sex can get touchy.”“Only if there are feelings involved.”“Will there be?”“Do you want there to be?” He asked.I folded my arms across. “I’m not telling you all my secrets. You’ll have to work them out for yourself.”He stepped into me, pulled my arms from my body. “Is that a yes?”“That’s an I’m considering it.”“No strings. No obligations. You won’t have to hang off my arm and look at me with sexy eyes. We don’t even tell anyone if that’s what you consider. This can be our secret.” He ran his hands down my sides to my hips and pulled me against him. His mouth found my jaw and travelled along with it, he mumbled against my skin. “You want this, Brenda. You want this as much as I do. I can se

There are several rules to a no-strings relationship.No getting to know each other. No dinner dates. No casual kisses or touches in public. And absolutely no cuddling after sex.I’ve always been okay with this. Even then, my rational mind said that I was okay with the way Ivan left after. After all, this was what I wanted. It fulfilled everything. There was no stickiness and my stupid and crazy desire for him could be stated.Or I could attempt to state it. I woke up more than once that night tangled in my sheets with a damning ache between my legs. My dreams were endless replays of last night, and his words seemed to echo through my dream world.Even that morning, six hours after waking up, I could remember the dreams as vividly as I remembered the real thing. Perhaps my dreams and my memory were merged into one, into something more intense and beyond reality.Or perhaps I was just thinking of that freaking crazy orgasm again.&ldquo

I took a deep breath, making my chest heave. He didn’t touch me. His forearms rest against the door on either side of my head and his hips hovered just above mine. I still felt him—everywhere. His breath fanning across my lips. His thumbs flirting with my hair. His thigh brushing mine as he stepped forward.“You’re not the only one hiding things, Brenda. You’re not the only one who thinks they’re unable to hold down something for more than one night.” He breathed the words over my mouth, his lips millimeters from mine. “I want to understand you. I want to know why you’re pushing me away when it’s not really what you want.”I blinked at him. “What if I want to know yours, too?”Ivan dipped his head and kissed the tender spot below my ear. “I’ll tell you mine if you promise to tell me yours,” he whispered.“You first?”He nodded, pulling his he

It was smooth and sleek, his accent crawled over me. When I looked up, it was into his eyes. Ivan took my hand and tugged me up. I flattened my free hand against his chest and met his eyes.“Hi.”The car rumbled away behind us, and Ivan’s lips quirked. “Hi.” He pulled me into the building after him. My heels clicked against the marble floor as we walked, and he glanced back at me more than once with heat in his eyes.The elevator ride was suffocating. The walls seemed to close in on us as we traveled upward. Anticipation swirled of what was to come. Excitement buzzed across my skin, affecting my whole body until I could feel my pulse thrumming at my neck.The doors opened slowly. Too slowly. It seemed like an hour passed until they were completely open, and I took a deep breathe when we stepped out. My fingers tingled where they were wrapped in Ivan’s, and I felt the loss immediately when we entered his apartment and he