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Lust and love twisted in his gut and drove him to back her against the wall. He placed a hand on either side of her head effectively caging her in. Instead of looking scared, she smiled up at him. There was an answering shimmer of need in her eyes, which helped him gain a little satisfaction.

“I think you forgot the rules tonight, Gennifer. You do as I say. I don’t ask.” Even he could hear the want vibrating in his voice. Her eyes widened, darkened. “So, again. What floor?”

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and with a sigh she said, “Ten.”

He gave her a quick hard kiss as a reward just as the elevator doors opened. When he stepped back, he realized they’d been joined by a few Japanese tourists who were more than likely discussing them. He ignored them and waited for Gennifer to step into the car and followed her. After punching the button for the floor, he studied the tourists who stood outside of the elevator eyeing him suspiciously. They apparently decided not to join them and he smiled as the doors closed on them.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

He heard the amusement in her voice, knew that she enjoyed it as much as he did. Butch pulled her into his arms. She came willingly, naturally. And it made sense. They needed each other like they needed the air to breathe. He pressed his lips to hers, as she slipped her hands up to his shoulders. Her fingers tangled in his hair. His head spun, desire scorched through is veins, and a drop of pre-come wet the head of his cock. The taste of her always made him lose thought. Sweet and wild, almost unattainable. But she was his, and he would prove it tonight.

As soon as the doors dinged opened, he dragged himself away from the intoxicating kiss. He rushed them through the door and stopped realizing he had no idea where to go. With one look, she read his mind.

She pulled a key card from her purse. “Ten-twenty-two.”

He grabbed it and both of them raced down the hall to the room. It took him four times to get the card to work because Gennifer kept slipping her hands into his pockets and teasing him. The door swung open causing both of them to stumble into the room. It shut behind her, and he pressed her back up against the heavy wood.

He was insane, ready to burst right then. With quick and eager hands, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Slipping his fingers beneath the hem of her dress, he hauled up the thin material. He closed his eyes and shuddered when his fingers met bare flesh. The woman had been wagging that sweet ass around with nothing on beneath the Hawaiian print. She was going to be the death of him.

Greedily, she plunged her hands into his trousers, taking hold of his erection. Butch hissed as she stroked him from the base to the tip, swiping her index finger over the head. He took her face in his unsteady hands, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks as he devoured her mouth. Thrusting his tongue between lips, he lost himself in her. The sleek texture of her mouth, the warm, sensual taste of her—not to mention the way she was stroking him—it was enough to make him embarrass himself for the first time since high school.

She released him, just in time, and he dropped to his knees. Without hesitation, he pressed his mouth against her sex. She was warm, wet and tasted of pure sin. He slid his tongue into her, slipping it up and over her clit. The low, sensual moan she released sent another jolt of heat careening through his system. Pleasure twisted through him, slipped down his spine.

With one last taste, he rose to his feet and grabbed her by the waist. Lifting her and bracing her back against the door, he pressed into her in one swift, fast, hard thrust. She hooked her legs behind his back as he began to move. With each plunge, her muscles tightened around him.

He kissed her, hard, hot, wet and fast. He looked down at her and felt his heart melt, his knees go weak. Her fair skin flushed pink, her full, sensual lips still wet from his kiss. His need for her to understand, for her to accept what was between them drove him.

“Look at me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered and her lids lifted. Her green gaze locked with his and he held it as he increased his thrusts. Soon, both of them were out of control. Her eyes blurred, her body bowed back as she screamed his name. Her completion spurred his own, as he thrust once…twice…three times more before he exploded, every muscle in his body going still as poured himself into her.

Moments later, he rested his head against her shoulder and bent his legs. They both almost fell over. Gennifer snorted then laughed as he staggered both of them over to the king-sized bed he’d not even know was in the room. He angled himself to be under her when they fell. He grunted as she landed on top of him. Within minutes, she was sleeping, her head tucked under his chin, her hand over his heart.

He followed her into dreams thinking this was an excellent way to spend an anniversary.

***

She shifted her weight and snuggled closer to her husband.

“Dammit, Anna, watch the elbow.”

She sighed and moved again. When he relaxed she assumed he was comfortable. “Not very nice pillow talk there, Maxwell.”

He smacked her ass and chuckled. “Saucy wench.”

Anna lifted herself up on her elbow and smiled down at him. She couldn’t help it. She was just too damn happy. The love she felt for him amazed her on a daily basis, but the fact that he felt the same way, well that sometimes damned near stunned her. And, the fact she had gotten him so crazy he didn’t get his clothes off—that was absolutely wonderful. In fact, he was still wearing them.

Her head began to itch under the wig. She pulled it off her head, tossing it on the chair next to the table.

“Ahh, I liked you as a blonde, Gennifer.”

“Kiss ass, Butch.” She pulled the pins out of her hair, allowing her unruly curls to tumble down to her shoulders. “I didn’t even get to put on my pretty new outfit.”

He pulled her up on top of him and kissed her chin. His cock was hard against her sex. She shivered, delighted that it was still this way between them, even a year after their wedding.

“Tell you what, honey.” He slipped his finger under the edge of one of her sleeves. “We can take this off and then in about another hour, I can let you get dressed again.”

His hands skimmed down to her rear end and squeezed, then rolled her over, so he was on top of her. He pressed his mouth to hers again, and just like the first time years ago, her whole body melted, her heart sang.

By the time he lifted his head, they were both breathing heavily. “Okay, not an hour, maybe two.”

She opened her mouth to protest but stopped when he ground his groin against hers. Her sex, already wet, dampened further, her body lighting up for another round of lovemaking.

Sighing, she grabbed his head and pulled him back down to her mouth. “Anything you say, Maxwell, just keep me happy.”

He was laughing when she kissed him.

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A Little Harmless Kalikimaka

A Harmless Short

Copyright 2009, Melissa Schroeder

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“Pussy whipped.”

Chris turned off his office computer and threw a nasty look at one of his best friends Evan Chambers .

“What did you just call me?”

“You heard me.”

The smile Evan offered him told Chris he was itching for a fight. Well, dammit he wasn’t going to give it to him. He didn’t want to propose to Cynthia with a black eye or busted lip. And with Evan, there was always a chance that could happen.

“If you think I am, why did you insist on going with me to pick up the ring?”

Evan shrugged. “You were acting like you needed moral support.”

Chris did. Picking up the ring he had designed for Cynthia was the next to the final step in his plan for Christmas. They had slipped away after Cynthia left for work. And, he knew how much of a friend Evan was when he agreed to go to Kahala Mall on Christmas Eve.

But now they were back at Dupree’s, Chris’ restaurant, Chris was worried Cynthia would say no.

He knew she loved him. That he had not one doubt about. But, marriage, that was a whole other kettle of fish. She’d been engaged before, to one of his best friends. And he knew that she had been adamant that she would only marry when she felt as if she could trust a man. She trusted him…but was it enough?

“Why do you want to screw it all up with marriage?” Evan asked. He wasn’t being an ass. Evan just opposed any permanent relationships. Of course, with Evan’s childhood, Chris understood.

“I just do. I want the whole thing.”

“And if she says no?”

Chris shrugged and willed his second thoughts away. He wanted Cynthia as his wife, wanted her to be there by his side. And, he wanted children. He would do it without the ring and license if that is what she needed to be her. It had taken her a long time to find the true Cynthia and he would not do anything to damage that. It would drive him insane, but he would do it for her.

“You’re such a traditionalist,” Evan said as he chuckled.

It was a put down for anyone who lived the lifestyle. Who would think a man who lived as a switch would want all the trappings of marriage, but he did.

“What can I say? It probably has something to do with my upbringing.”

Evan clapped his hand on Chris shoulder. “Tell you what. If she turns you down, just let me know. I’ll be happy to step in, help out.”

Chris shot him a look that would have scared most men, but Evan smiled.

“Kiss ass, Chambers.”

Evan unfolded his length from one of the office chairs and stretched his arms above his head. “I gotta get going.”

“Plans?”

Evan shook his head. “I need some down time to recover from that crazy mall trip.”

Chris cocked his head and studied his friend. Something had been bothering him, but he had yet to confide in Chris.

“Are you and Micah coming over tomorrow?”

Evan and Micah were business partners and friends. Neither had family and Cynthia had adopted them in a way.

Evan rubbed his stomach. “There is no way I am missing any of the cookies your magnolia has baked. We’ll be there around noon.”

After the door shut behind Evan and Chris started thinking about his plans for the night. The only thing left to do was lock up the restaurant, pick Cynthia up from work, and then ask her to marry him.

He just hoped she said yes.

Chris stopped just inside Cynthia’s new bakery kitchen and smiled. Who would have thought the buttoned down, uptight woman he’d met in Georgia would be so happy playing in a kitchen? Her face was flush with exertion, her unruly blonde hair curling around her face. The smudge of flour on her nose added, rather than detracted, from her appearance.

Satisfaction whipped through him because he knew he was part of the reason for her happiness. It had taken them awhile and he’d almost screwed it up. But thank god for Cynthia’s patient and her love. Now, if he could keep everything he had planned for tonight a secret just a bit longer, everything would be great. He’d used subterfuge to keep his Christmas present a secret, but with it being Christmas Eve he figured he’d succeeded. Besides, he didn’t think he could wait any longer.

She noticed him then and smiled, the joy and beauty of it hit him square in the chest. He would never get used to seeing her like this. Even as the gravity of his plans weighed on his shoulders, he smiled. There was nothing else he could do. Her happiness was his quest in life.

“Hello, lover,” she said with that soft, sweet Georgia accent. She came to him, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled his senses as she pressed her body against his. “I’ve missed you.”

She leaned up and brushed her mouth against his. Just enough to tempt, not enough to please. Still, his blood heated and his heart beat sped up.

“Hey, cherie. Are you about ready to head home?”

“Yep. I even have some biscotti for breakfast tomorrow. Your favorite flavor.”

“Chocolate macadamia nut.”

She smiled. “Of course. Let me double check the locks on the front door and I’ll be ready to go.” He watched her sashay out of the kitchen and took a deep breath. His body was already craving her. He needed her more each day, and tonight, he would make sure that she would stay around forever.

Cynthia hummed with pleasure as Chris’ hands slipped up over her arms to her wrists. Heat shimmered over her flesh as he teased her. She curled her fingers into the soft red handcuffs he had latched onto her earlier. They’d been her birthday present and they were his favorite cuffs to use on her.

He’d barely touched her and she was ready to explode. Her attempt to keep herself under control was getting harder by the minute. But, it was her lover’s fault. There was something about him tonight. Every now and then she heard something in her voice she couldn’t interpret. Whatever it was, she was responding to it. Chris definitely wanted to be the Dom tonight.

Chris straddled her naked body—he was still fully clothed—and smiled down at her. “Now, rules of the game tonight. You do not speak unless spoken to.”

She opened her mouth and he chuckled as he placed a finger on her mouth. “Ah, now don’t make me punish you right off the bat, cherie.”

She had to fight the bubble of laughter that welled up in her throat. Although she was sure she’d enjoy whatever punishment he came up with, she wasn’t going to let him win so easily. Being switches, they enjoyed taking turns being in charge. It was always a challenge to see how long the submissive could hold out.

“Good girl.” He trailed his fingers down her arm again. “I have something special for you.”