"Necklace or no necklace?" i ask Olivia who is still doing her own make up. She walked over to still in her black dress and bare feeted. Her make up wasnt done yet but she looked absolutely stunning."Hmmm," her head tilted to the side as she studied me. "Hold it up again."I lifted the choker of gold coins to my throat. The dress she had picked up for me was fire red. It hang on one shoulder, cut diagonally across my cleavage, had ruching to the hip, and then split at my right upper thigh all the way down to my leg. There was no back to speak of, aside from a slender strip of rhinestones that connected one side to the other to keep the front from falling off.Otherwise, the back was bared to just above the crack of my butt in a racy v cut."Forget the necklace," she said, "I was leaning towards gold stud earrings, but nowam thinkibg diamond hoops, you already have so much happening in your neck so we don't want to over accessorize.""Really?" I frowned watching her in the mirror as s

Alex moved down my dress, and pushed it up around my thighs as he moved me into a straddle position. The kiss went from hard and urgent to slow and savory.With his arms crossed under my butt i wrapped my legs around him as he lifted me up and stood up heading for the bed.I am running my fingers through his hair, as he kisses my neck and earlobes, when he looks up at me, "Maya, you just might be the best thing that has ever happened to me." he whispers to me in the most sincere tone. Those words wrap around me like a warm blanket, i don't know what to say in response. He lifts up a hand and gently cups my cheek, and i feel his stare dep in my stomach. Slowly he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, i expect a peck but he doesn't pull back. The tip of his tongue slides across my lips, parting them softly. His mouth is so warm i moan as his kiss grows deeper. He rolls me into my backand then drags his hand down mu thighs, he pushes against me and a surge of heat shoots me. I gra

"I have already given you enough time to adapt Maya, from now you will be sleeping in my bed."My body was excited but my brain was too slow at processing to send out signals to my mouth to respond. I contemplated refusing and fighting him on this, but my mind and body were too tired, i couldn't and i knew he won't hear any of it. So i just got up and picked up my phone before heading out to his room, with him behind me. I could sense the tension between us, but mostly from me, I was furious at him. I sat on his bed as he walked towards the bathroom, he came back a minute later with nothing on but a pair of loose pants, his chest and shoulders bare, to say i was left breathless would be an understatement. He looked at me like he was going to tear me apart, and i avoided his gaze. I immediately got under the covers and laid on my side, my back facing his side of the bed. I tried to close my eyes but i couldn't get any sleep, i just lay there in anticipation as my body tensed up. How

Her steps carried her around the next corner into a room that looked more like a gallery, filled with shelves of old, bound books carefully displayed. She held her breath as her fingers itched to caress the binding of old leather and relish the sound of crackling as she turned the pages steeped in history.“Ah, so to get you to notice me tonight, I should turn into a book, no?”She spun around. A man stood in the doorway, his eyes filled with a mischievous humor she knew to be a part of his core. His hair was long and caught back in a low ponytail, giving him the look of a pirate who had charmed women for centuries. His lips were full and his nose dominated his strong features in typical Italian style. Dressed in black pants, a black silk shirt, and expensive leather shoes, he exhibited a graceful, seductive air just by standing. Maya knew immediately the man was charming, warm-hearted, and deadly to women. The thought made a smile curve her lips.She had a soft spot for womanizing I

Alex’s hands hung at his sides, empty. For one moment, he’d been filled with her: her curves, her scent, her heat. Now he stood in the middle of the room, alone, just like he had on their wedding night. A married man with a hard-on and no relief in sight. Amazed at his ridiculous predicament, he tried to go over the events of the evening and see where he’d gone wrong.The moment he caught her with Michael, a slow, steaming anger had risen up within him. The heat started at his feet, traveled to his stomach, his chest, and finally settled like a hot band around his head. If he was a horse, he would have snorted out smoke and stamped his hooves. If he was a wolf, he would have howled at the moon.Her hand had rested on the Michael’s arm. He must’ve been quite amusing, because she threw her head back and laughed, her cheeks flushed and rosy.Her full lips had gleamed under the chandelier light. They’d acted like they were long-time friends instead of people who had just met.But the wors