Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (46 page)

“No, baby,” Zoe
said and reached up and grabbed his arm. “Let me explain.”

Dr. Connor
looked down and shook Zoe’s hand off his arm as if it were a cockroach.

“I’m sorry, I
need to leave,” he said to their guests.

“Leave? Where
are you going?” Zoe said. “Baby, we can talk about this. Just don’t leave.”

“I have rounds.
I guess I didn’t tell you. Thank you for coming,” he said to Vicky and Mike. “We’ll
do this again another time.”

Zoe watched Allen
leave and bowed her head. Mike finished his wine and looked at Vicky as he
nodded toward the door. Vicky, while allowing a concerned expression to melt
into her face, was elated.

“Well, Zoe,”
Vicky said as she stood from the table, “we better go. Or would you like me to
help you clear the table?”

“Why did you do
that?” Zoe said as she stared at Vicky with tear-filled eyes. “Why did you make
Allen mad at me?”

“Me?” Vicky said
as Zoe opened the door to the argument she wanted to have. “What the fuck did I
do? I was honoring you with that toast!”

“You knew Allen
didn’t know. You knew how he’d react.”

“Are you
completely insane? How would I have any idea how a man I barely know would
react to the news you quit your job? Did you tell me to keep it secret?”

“I assumed you
would know.”

“No, answer the
fucking question! Did you tell me to keep that a secret?”

“No,” Zoe said
and cried.

“No, you did
not! You should have told him. You better get it together or you are going to
be out of your man and your new house.”

“I love him so
much,” Zoe said as she looked at the front door.

“Well, love is
not enough obviously. His behavior should tell you something about how he feels
toward you.”

“What?”

“He left. He cut
and ran. Or do you mean to tell me you believe that hospital excuse? Rounds are
scheduled, Zoe. And he did not get an emergency call.”

“Ladies, I think
I need to go,” Mike said as he stood at the front door.

Vicky threw her
napkin on the table and walked out of the dining room. Zoe sat at the table
crying and watched Vicky and Mike leave the house.

Zoe was beside
herself, but she knew how to reel a man who seemed displeased with her back in.

She ran around
the house like a maniac, periodically checking the clock while she erased any
evidence of the tragic dinner party and made the place spotless. She then went
to work on herself. She showered, did her hair and makeup to perfection and
chose a beautiful pink peignoir set she purchased at an expensive boutique in
Boston. She was saving the set for her honeymoon, however circumstances being
what they were that evening, she pulled out all the stops.

Zoe arranged
herself on the bed in a most tempting pose and waited for Dr. Connor’s return.
An hour later, she pushed herself off the bed and went into the bathroom to
rearrange her hair and fix her make-up.

“Three hours
gone,” she said as she glanced at the clock and stared at her reflection in the
mirror. “What the fuck is he doing? What the fuck am
I
doing?”

“You are trying
to win your man,” a female voice said.

Zoe spun around
as her heart pounded. It was the same voice she heard clearly from the living
room that called her an imposter.

“Who is in here?”
Zoe said as she grabbed a hairbrush off the vanity and walked to the doorway of
the bathroom.

The bedroom was
dark except for the glow of the clock on one of the bedside tables. She saw a
female form standing beside the bed and she dropped the brush and clapped her
hands over her mouth.

“Don’t worry,”
the woman said as she walked toward Zoe, “I won’t hurt you. Come.”

The woman held
her hands out toward Zoe and Zoe shook her head.

“Who?” Zoe said
as she rubbed her eyes.

“Don’t do that,”
the woman said from the shadows of the bedroom. “You’re smearing your mascara.”

The woman walked
into the light coming from the bathroom and Zoe stared at her. She was one of
the most beautiful women she ever saw and couldn’t have been more than
twenty-three.

Glossy black
long hair curled around the girl’s long neck and ended at the tops of her ample
breasts. Her eyes were as dark as her hair and her long eyelashes curled up and
nearly touched her perfect eyebrows. She licked her full, puffy lips and smiled
at Zoe to reveal perfect teeth. She wore a red, short negligee and the chiffon
hugged her curves.

“Come sit on the
bed with me,” the woman said as she grabbed Zoe’s arm.

Her hand was
hot, as if she held it in front of a fire. Zoe moved back and the woman smiled.

“Wait!” Zoe
said. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?”

“I’m Sam,” Sam
said. “Samantha, really, but I go by Sam. I live here.”

“You...what?” Zoe
said as she followed Sam into the bedroom.

“I will explain,”
Sam said as she sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Sit down with
me.”

Zoe sat next to
Sam and Sam placed her hand on her leg. Zoe’s leg tensed under Sam’s hot touch
and Sam smiled.

“What was your
first question while you were looking in the mirror?”

“I-I don’t
remember,” Zoe said and stared at Sam’s smooth hand.

“Well, I do. You
said:
what the fuck is he doing
, right?”

“Yes,” Zoe said
and ran her fingers through her hair, “I suppose. Look, tell me who you--”

“There is time
for that,” Sam said and touched the side of Zoe’s face and turned her head to
face her. “Let’s talk about what you think Dr. Connor is doing. You believe he
is up to no good, right?”

“I don’t know. I
mean, he stormed off and hasn’t called. I’ve been waiting for him on this bed
for--”

“Four hours,”
Sam said as she glanced over Zoe’s shoulder and looked at the clock. “He was
very angry when he left.”

“No shit. I am
really pissed at Vicky, that’s my friend. She told Allen a secret and I swear I
was going to tell him, but Vicky told him before I had a chance. Now he’s gone.”

“Vicky is no
friend to you,” Sam said.

“It’s really not
her fault. I didn’t tell her I hadn’t told Allen.”

“Trust me,” Sam
said as she brushed a piece of hair off Zoe’s forehead. “She is not your
friend. Never has been. What do you think Allen is doing right now?”

“I’ve no idea,” Zoe
said and sighed. “I am hoping he is at the hospital doing rounds. However, he
was so mad and--”

“Why do you love
him so much?”

“Because he’s my
ideal,” Zoe said and hung her head.

“Ideal what?”

“Ideal man,
ideal husband, ideal lover.”

“But he’s only
made you cum once. The first time, right? That’s not ideal,” Sam said and ran
her fingernails up Zoe’s arm and rested her hand on her shoulder.

“And how in the
world do you know that? That’s not at all true!”

“Yes it is,” Sam
said and nodded as if it was the truest thing in the world. “Not since the
first time he fucked you.”

“I loved Allen
before I even met him. A woman makes sacrifices.”

“You loved the
ideal
.
And the ideal is always very different than the real. Trust me, I know. You
sacrifice first your pleasure, then your heart and then, your mind. It has
begun.”

Zoe stared at
the beautiful girl sitting next to her and wondered how she knew so much about
her life.

“Is this a
dream?” Zoe said and shook her head.

“No, pretty
girl. This is a nightmare,” Sam said “I know exactly how this will end and I
know exactly what your ideal is doing right now.”

“What is he
doing?”

“Fucking someone
else.”

“No! Who?” Zoe
said and lay back on the bed. “Is it you? Is that who he’s fucking? Is that how
you know so much about me?”

Sam turned
around and crawled up on the bed and knelt beside Zoe. She stroked Zoe’s
forehead and stared into her eyes.

“Such a
beautiful girl,” Sam said. “He doesn’t deserve your devotion and all that you
sacrifice for him. He’s a selfish pig and he doesn’t even make you cum.”

“I only care
about his pleasure,” Zoe said as tears came to her eyes. “I just want him to
love me. Will he leave me?”

“You will leave
him,” Sam said and bowed her head and brushed her full, cushiony lips against Zoe’s
cheek.

“Never! I will
never leave him. I’ve waited for him all my life.”

“Let me give you
some pleasure,” Sam said into Zoe’s ear. “You’ve never been with a woman. Let
me give you some power. You may change your mind about your ideal.”

Zoe raised her
shoulders of the bed, but Sam placed her hand on her chest and pushed her back
down against the bed.

“No!” Zoe said
as she struggled under Sam’s weight. “He’ll be home soon.”

Sam took her
lips off Zoe’s ear and looked up at the clock.

“Shhh....we have
time. I have a feeling this won’t take very long.”

Despite her
confusion and fright, Zoe softened under Sam. It was as if the heat coming from
Sam’s body caused her to melt into the bed. Zoe was wet as Sam ran her lips up
and down her neck and her clit throbbed. Something she had not felt in months
with Allen...arousal.

It should have
been obvious to Zoe. When you ignore your own pleasure and think nothing of
pleasing a man so he will not leave you, something burns out. Sam ignited Zoe
once again.

“What do you
want more than anything, pretty?” Sam said as she swung her long toned leg over
Zoe’s body and straddled her waist.

“I want him to
love me,” Zoe said and closed her eyes. “I want him to think of only me.”

“But for
yourself, you want to feel pleasure,” Sam said.

Sam lowered her
head and pressed her lips to Zoe’s mouth. She wiggled her tongue between Zoe’s
lips, pried past her teeth and explored Zoe’s mouth with her tongue. She felt Zoe’s
acquiescence and lifted her head and smiled.

“You
do
want pleasure,” Sam said and licked her full lips.

“Yes,” Zoe said
and sighed.

Sam grabbed Zoe’s
hands and placed them on her breasts. Zoe massaged Sam’s large, firm tits and
felt Sam’s nipples harden as she looked into her eyes. She arched her back a
bit and spread her legs as the throbbing intensified. She didn’t care any
longer that she was confused about who Sam was or why she was there. She didn’t
even care about Allen at that moment. She only wanted Sam to make the throbbing
go away.

“That is what I’m
here for, pretty,” Sam said and pulled the straps of her negligee from her
shoulders.

Sam pushed her
nightgown to her waist, exposing her perfect tits. Her nipples were hard, pink
buds and she pinched them and shuddered. She untied the pink ribbons that held Zoe’s
nightgown closed and pushed the chiffon aside. She bowed her head toward Zoe’s
large breasts and sucked one of Zoe’s nipples into her mouth.

Sam’s mouth was
hot and Zoe moaned as Sam flicked her tongue back and forth against her nipple.
She planted her feet into the bed she shared with Dr. Connor and bent her back
deeply as she lifted Sam off the bed with the force of her desire.

“You like that,
you little slut,” Sam said as she brought her mouth off of Zoe’s nipple. “Tell
me you like it!”

“I fucking love
it!” Zoe said as Sam bent her head and nibbled on Zoe’s nipple.

Zoe spread her
legs wide and Sam reached behind her back and pulled her negligee apart. She
raked her long red fingernails up and down Zoe’s tight lower belly and chuckled
when she felt the goose bumps pop up under her fingers.

Zoe breathed
heavily as Sam dragged her hand down her stomach and ran her fingertips under
the waistband of her lace panties. Sam brushed her fingers back and forth
against her shaved skin and Zoe scooted up on the bed in an attempt to help Sam’s
fingers find her throbbing clit.

“Please,” Zoe
said as she panted, “touch me.”

Sam began a
painfully slow decent toward Zoe’s pussy. She first felt the heat and then the
incredible wetness. Sam’s fingers probed between Zoe’s pussy lips and she
dragged her fingers up and down the slick skin. She felt Zoe’s clit throb as
she laid the heel of her palm over the swollen skin and inserted her middle
finger just past the opening of Zoe’s pussy.

Zoe squealed as
Sam pulsed her palm over her clit and fingered her wet pussy. Sam’s palm banged
against Zoe’s clit with every thrust of her finger and Zoe met Sam’s thrusts as
she lifted her hips off the bed.

“Ooh, you
naughty girl,” Sam said as she took her hand out of Zoe’s panties and faced
her. “So fucking wet.”