I giggle all the way out to the car. The wine began to take over, warming my body and relaxing the anxiety. With my hand in his, he ushers me to the limo where Jeff is waiting.Tyler sports a sexy grin as we climb in the back of the car where Jeff seals us in our private venue. Situating himself close to me, he takes my chin in his hand, turning my face to meet his. He captures my lips again, but this time, he doesn't let up. The thrust of his tongue in my mouth ignites my lady bits, effectively soaking my panties.I can't help myself as I climb onto him, straddling his lap, never breaking contact. He welcomes me, adjusting his position so I'm right on top of his rigid package, silently letting me know he is as turned on as I am. His hands go to my ass rocking me into him. I moan through the kiss as he rubs me along his jean-covered shaft.Just as things become hot and heavy, I realize the car has stopped moving. The tap on the glass breaks the kiss and I slump in his lap, my obv

I swallow hard. There's no doubt he can see the fear in my eyes. I've never been taken anally. I admit the thought appeals to me, but simultaneously terrifies me. My mind begins to race, wondering if I can do this, if I really want to do this. I do, but I'm afraid it will hurt. I don't do well with pain. My face admits defeat as I look down, refusing to make further eye contact.He turns and sits on the bed with me still in his lap. Now able to use his hands, he tilts my chin, forcing the issue. "We stop when you say stop. If you aren't comfortable, if it hurts, or you just don't like it...you say the word, and I stop."There's something in his eyes telling me he means what he says. I see lust, but beyond that-or maybe on the forefront, I can't be sure-he looks as though he wants to take care of me. The way his hand strokes my spine tells me it's more than a physical desire to please me tonight. In some odd way, he genuinely seems to care about me.I nod my confirmation. The tens

"Sasha! Wait. You have a showing of the mill at four," my admin Tonya calls out to me as I'm about to leave for the day.I stop with my hand on the door. "It's a quarter till. When were you going to tell me?" I'm sure she can hear the irritation in my voice. That property has been the bane of my existence. Every time I show it, something happens. It's as if the place is cursed. I've tried repeatedly to get the owner to list it with another agent, but she refuses. The last time I tried, she told me it was a very special place and the right buyer would come along. Then she winked at me. Crazy old bat."I just hung up the phone. I didn't know you were leaving early or I would have scheduled it for tomorrow." She races up to me with the address written down, as if I don't know where the place is, and a woman's name and phone number: Claire Weston. "She was adamant about seeing the place today."I watch Tonya's face. There's something she isn't telling me about this showing. She's wor

I let out the breath I held as the heavy steel doors close. I press the button to take us to the ground floor counting every second that ticks by before I can be free from this wench. Everything about her irritates the shit out of me: the way she walks, the way she holds her head, her voice, the things she says, the noise her fucking shoes make on the concrete.Every.Damn.Thing.The car comes lurching to a halt tossing me against the wall. I brace myself on the handrail to keep from falling then realize my client hadn't been so fortunate. Spread out on her ass, her skirt has ridden up her legs in the fall and she is holding her ankle. That's what she gets for wearing those stupid ass shoes to look at a damn mill. Extending my hand to help her up, she backhands my arm."I'm fine. I don't need your help." Ahh, the wounded pride of a woman shining through."Suit yourself." I lean back against the wall, wondering how long we'll be held captive.I fucking hate this goddamn b

Turning, I put my back to the steel doors and slide down, still firmly planted inside her. I'm gearing up for round two, but need her to keep me aroused while I regain a little strength.The problem is she looks thoroughly fucked and in need of a nap. Her hair is mussed, her face flushed with a beautiful glow, and her eyes heavy. She lifts her gaze to mine. I notice the normally mint green of her eyes now has a yellow hue, as if they have softened. She must see the desire building again because she gives me this quirky grin as she slowly rocks her hips.The movements are so subtle I wouldn't notice them if my dick weren't in her tight pussy. She accentuates the roll of her hips just enough to keep me hard but not enough for me to be desperate to fuck her. She tucks her head into my shoulder, allowing the rest of her body to relax and rest while she waits for me. This isn't her first rodeo.With her breasts pressed against my chest, her arms around my neck and mine loosely draped