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Authors: Clara Bayard

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It occurred to me that Rick’s mistake in life was wearing clothes. Because in the presence of his naked body, I couldn’t think of a single thing not to like about him. If we could spend all of our time together naked, we’d get along just fine.
I giggled at the thought.
“Not the best time to be laughing at a man,” he said, readying himself for me.
“Poor, fragile ego. Come here and I’ll make it all better.”
He grinned, and did as I suggested. Spreading me open with one hand, his eyes were trained on mine as he pushed inside me slowly. I gasped and arched my back, sinking into a daze.
The slow slid into my slick heat was delicious torture. Stretching and pressure, intense pleasure. His thumb found the tiny bundle of nerves above my core and I thought I might die.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
I did, watching his green eyes flash and his jaw tighten.
Rick tangled one hand in my hair and smiled. “Tell me what you want.”
“Just this,” I choked out. “I just want you to fuck me.”
He drove inside all the way, pulled back and did it all over again. Deeper and harder each time. My arms snaked around his waist, pulling him into me faster. We wrestled like that, hurried and frantic. Mindlessly, wordlessly, we weren’t people anymore. Just bodies colliding and sliding. Attack and retreat in a rhythm that was wild and ageless.
Sweat beaded on our skin unnoticed. A distant noise barely registered in my brain before being forgotten completely.
Rick pulled my hair down, forcing my head to lean back, baring my neck. He sucked and licked over my jumping pulse, still thrusting harder, faster, deeper.
I met him each time, lifting and shifting my hips to find that perfect angle. And then, as he filled me again and again, I knew it was time. Every bit of me trembled with pleasure and the world started to gray out. I yelled something hoarsely and tightened around him as the orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of fire.
But he didn’t stop or slow. Just kept driving again and again, taking me over time after time. Whether it was a hundred climaxes or just one endless one, I didn’t know or care. All that mattered was my overloaded senses, my whole body turned into a quivering mass of exquisite pleasure.
“More, more,” I pleaded, even though I wasn’t sure I could survive more. But I sure as hell wanted it.
Rick wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hooked his legs around mine and rolled us over, still joined. “Show me what you got,” he said with a sexy grin.
I took the challenge, bracing my hands on his pecs. My hair fell in a dark red sheet over my shoulders and I lifted up before sliding back down his length.
He muttered, “Oh, fuck, yes…” and I laughed.
I rode him like that, anchored by his hands on my hips, but controlling the speed and angle myself. Deeper and faster, I could barely breathe, but didn’t dare stop. I succumbed to another climax and then felt him swell and shift inside me before he came too, gritting his teeth and hissing my name. Two more deep thrusts and we were spent.
Completely boneless, I collapsed onto him, sweaty and exhausted, but oh so happy. We stayed there like that for a few minutes, just breathing together.
But then, the noise I’d heard before returned. And it was louder this time. Banging. On the door. Someone was banging on my door.
“Shit.”
“What?” he asked blearily.
And then it all came back to me. Where I was. What I was doing. And what I was supposed to be doing. I scrambled off of Rick, almost falling to the floor in my haste. I ran into the bathroom on legs that barely worked and yanked on a bathrobe.
“What’s going on?”
“Rick, get up and get dressed.”
“Why? Just ignore the door and come back here. I’m not done with you, yet.”
My vision went a little blurry and I actually took a step towards the bed. But then the knocking started again.
“I have to get it, she won’t go away.”
“Who?”
“Laura. We’re supposed to have dinner.”
He snorted and pulled a sheet up over his waist. “Your manager? Let her in. I don’t mind.”
I rolled my eyes. “She’s not just my manager. She’s my mother.”
His mouth opened and closed a few times. “Shit.”
“Exactly. Fuck, I don’t have time for this. Take your clothes and go into the bathroom.”
He sat up. “You want me to hide?”
“I
need
you to hide. Please, just do this for me, okay?”
“Fine.” He got up, gathered his things and strolled into the bathroom naked, shutting the door behind him.
I was momentarily distracted by the sight of his beautiful ass in motion, but then told myself to focus. Casting a quick glance around the room I determined it wasn’t completely obvious what had been going on, and went to open the door.
“Finally,” my mother said. “I’ve been out here for ten minutes.”
“Uh, sorry. I feel asleep. With the TV on, so I didn’t hear you.”
“Uh-huh. Whatever. You know, I do have better things to do than wait around for you all night.” She pushed past me and walked into the room.
“Um, I’m sorry. Look, why don’t you go downstairs. I’ll throw something on and be with you in five minutes.”
“Throw on? No. We’re going to a very nice restaurant and there will probably be photographers there.” She went over to the closet and started rifling through my wardrobe. “I’ll help you pick something. Go fix your hair; it looks like you ran through a hurricane.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming at her. I needed to get her out of my room as fast as possible, and that meant playing nice for the moment.
“Okay.” I went over to the mirror and started trying to tame my mane. It didn’t look like I went through a hurricane. It looked like I’d just had really great sex. My lips were red and swollen from kissing and my face was flushed down to the top of the robe. I pressed a finger to a patch of skin on my jaw, abraded by Rick’s stubble and smiled.
Unfortunately, while I was getting lost in recent memories, my mom had located something suitable for me to wear and had it in one hand while she opened the bathroom door with the other.
“I’m just going to…”
“No!” I shouted, but it was too late.
She opened the door and there was Rick. Standing there in the dark, wearing only jeans, with his shoes and shirt tucked under his arm.
“Oh,” was all my mother said. “Isn’t this an interesting development.”
I looked back and forth between them and tried not to pass out. Not only had she caught him in my room, but I could already see the wheels turning in her head. Most mothers would want to protect their daughters from a story like this going public, but mine would sell it to anyone who’d buy. Hell, she’d probably be mad she couldn’t get pictures.
Laura Clark’s view was that all publicity was good and this was a potential goldmine. She’d turn one night of weakness into a huge deal. I could see the blind items on gossip blogs and questions from reporters already.
There went my chance for a career on my terms. I’d be turned into a joke. The bedmate of Dream Defiled’s notorious drummer. The press would love it. The label would hate it. The world would be talking about my sex life instead of my music. And no one would understand. They’d think I was doing whatever it took to get famous again. But that’s never what this was about. I didn’t care about the fame, not really. I just wanted people to hear my music. Listen to me, really hear me for once. And if this got out, that would be impossible. I’d go back to being a piece of trivia. And this time, it was all on me. My fault. My bad choices. My stupid idea that I could do what I wanted. Take a chance on a one-night stand. Actually be young and dumb like most girls my age.
The walls started to close in around me.
“No one speak. Both of you get out of my room right now.” My voice was shaky, but all that mattered was getting rid of them before I started crying.
I’d ruined everything for a few minutes of pleasure, and couldn’t decide who I hated more for it. Rick, my mother, or myself.

The End

 

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All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Clara Bayard is a wealthy business owner who, following the brutal death of her parents, used that wealth to create a secret identity and a lot of cool gadgets in order to protect the city she adores, and keep others from experiencing the same pain she did.

Wait, no. That’s Batman. 

Clara is a just a regular gal living in the Mid-Atlantic region. She loves writing sexy stories about flawed people doing exciting things. When she’s not writing she enjoys talking to strangers in bars and marathon-watching TV shows everyone else has seen already.

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Carly Chase is building a new life for herself, day by day, when a faceoff with an irate man at work brings up memories of a trauma she’s barely recovered from. She’s shaken and in need of something to make her feel better. That something arrives in the form of gorgeous, sexy cop Sam Rollins who appreciates her curves and knows exactly how to distract Carly from her problems – for a while. 

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