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“Shit.”
Jake pushed into the hilt. “Fuck.”

He
bent over me and I felt the slightest brush of his lips against my shoulder.
The motion was unexpected and a bubble of excitement shot through my body. Jake
pulled out and thrust back in, the moment of tenderness gone. I stared in the
mirror at my lover, his body tense, the cords of his neck straining as he
fought the urge to come. He held a hip in each hand thrusting repeatedly into
me.

“Make
yourself come, Ashlyn.” He lifted his eyes to meet mine in the mirror. “Touch
yourself and make yourself come. I want to feel you squeeze me.”

I
hesitantly did as he asked, reaching between my legs to fondle my sensitive
clit. I came hard, never taking my eyes off Jake. He watched me in the mirror
while our bodies gave into pleasure before he collapsed on top of me in
exhaustion.

 
“That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever
seen.” His voice sounded strained and raspy as he kissed my forehead, a sweet
gesture from one lover to another.

“I
can’t move,” I mumbled, my own throat feeling as if I grated my vocal cords
with sandpaper.

He
rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. My eyes were closed and I didn’t
bother opening them to see what he was doing or where he went as exhaustion
took over my muscles and limbs.

“No
worries, Cupcake.” A warm wet rag touched my pussy and my eyes popped open.
Jake leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Just go to sleep. We’ve both
had one hell of a ride tonight.”

He
didn’t have to tell me twice.

* * * * *

When
morning came, light flooded my eyes, making the task of opening them pointless.
Something wet slid along my labia, and then deep inside. I groaned, thinking I
was having a wet dream, while the sweet sensations aroused my body to
consciousness.

“Ahhh,”
I opened my legs wider, my brain drifting closer to consciousness.

The
warm, wet object started a rhythmic stroking along my clit, gently sucking as
it stroked. I remembered the night I had spent with Jake, the sex we’d had and
the orgasms that had threatened to dissolve every last brain cell left in my
head. And then I opened my eyes.

Jake
knelt between my thighs, sucking on my clit, while his tongue swished back and
forth. I gripped the sheets and came, arching my back off the mattress as my
body gave itself over to pleasure. Sweat coated my skin. I’d never in my life
had this much sex, this fast.

When
the waves subsided, he pulled back, grinning, stubble covering his chin. Funny,
I hadn’t realized it was there, last night. He slid his body over mine, fusing
our mouths together so that I tasted myself on his tongue.

“Good
morning, Cupcake.”

I
smiled and, being the non-morning person that I am, said, “Coffee?”

“No.”
He shook his head and grinned. “Something better.”

Nothing
was better than coffee in my book, but I let that comment slide. “What?”

He
lay on his back aligning our pelvises. “Sex. Cock. Pussy. All of the above.”

My
pussy was slick from my previous orgasm, but I still needed a little more
encouragement. “I’m not a morning-sex kind of person.”

“No?”
He cocked his head to the side, sliding his gaze the length of my exposed body.
“Let’s see if we can change that.”

His
hands slid ever so gradually down my back, making the tiny hairs stand to
attention. He caressed my ass, continuing to my thighs, all the way to my toes.
His touch was so slow, so arousing, that I couldn’t help but whimper as he
massaged my instep then slid his fingers between each of my toes.

His
tongue found my breast at some point in my delirium, using only the tip to add
to the heated pleasure as he flicked first one nipple then the next. I felt my
pussy lips grow sticky, knowing full well that I was getting him wet, too. When
he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth, I was convinced he was right. He
had changed the thoughts I’d had about morning and sex.

Right
now, all I wanted was him in me. Now.

“You’re
too good, Taylor. You fuck me all night long and wake me with one hell of an
orgasm only to start fucking me all over again.” I pulled his mouth away from
my nipple to kiss his lips. “You must be pretty special.”

His
fingers found my moisture and dipped inside. “How could I not fuck you
twenty-four-seven? You’re sweet, Cupcake. So fucking sweet I get a sugar high
just looking at you.”

The
wet finger slid to my anus and then pressed inside. “Will you let me fuck you
here?”

I
stilled at his question, scared of my answer. The single digit pressed in and
then pulled out. I couldn’t help the moans escaping my throat. Jake could take
me anyway he liked, and the arrogant man knew it.

“Or
how about I do this?” He shoved his cock inside me, while leaving his finger
where it was. Slipping one in, while pulling one out, Jake had me gasping for
breath. I gripped his shoulders then slid my hands to his hair, tugging until
his lips met mine.

While
most guys either test your gag reflex or make you do all the moves, Jake did
neither. He took as much as he gave, being one hell of a kisser in my books. I
sucked on his tongue until he pulled back to nibble on my lip. His cock and
finger continued in a synchronized rhythm until I was poised on the very brink
of climax.

“Do
it,” I said. “Fuck my ass.”

The
tip of his head bumped my g-spot, and I gasped, nearly climaxing on the spot. I
held back, though, waiting for him to switch places. He took his time, making
me beg.

“Please,
Jake, do it.”

His
finger slipped free first. He moved to my hips and lifted me off his cock. “Lay
back.”

I
did, and he knelt where he had once sat, lifting my legs straight in the air.
He told me to stay that way while he reached in the nightstand for some
lubrication and squeezed a great amount onto his fingers.

He
slid them against my anus and up inside, before spreading me wide and
positioning his cock at the tiny hole. Slowly, ever so gradually, he entered
me, giving me time to adjust with each small thrust inside.

I
rested my legs against him, spreading them a bit when he was situated to the
hilt. He didn’t say anything, probably, like me, unable to form comprehensible
words. Ever so gradually, he pulled out then plunged back in.

“Oh,
God.” I gripped the sheets, fighting against my orgasm. I wanted it to last
longer than this. I wanted to make it good. “Jake, oh, Jake!”

He
slid a finger to the apex of my thighs and rubbed my clit. I gasped. My vision
blurred as pleasure rocked my body and I exploded. Jake pulled his hand away
and started thrusting harder and faster inside me. His face contorted as he let
out a grunt and came.

He
collapsed beside me. We lay together on the pile of pillows and wrinkled black
satin sheets, staring at each other. I’ve never been one for recreational sex,
but I was damn glad I’d given in to Jake. Let your inhibitions go was my new
motto.

Soon
we had dressed and climbed back onto his motorcycle. I wrapped my arms around
him, feeling his warmth in the cool, morning air. One night stands weren’t
meant to involve feelings, but I definitely loved the way Jake made me feel.

It
wasn’t long before we were back at the convention center. My car sat alone in
the far corner of the parking lot with not a soul in sight. Jake pulled up next
to it and killed the engine. I supposed this would be our goodbye.

I
released him, and he climbed off the Harley then stuck out a hand to help me
down. I would miss those hands on my body, I realized, squeezing a little
harder than necessary. He walked me to the driver’s side door, releasing my
hand only to rub my back with a gentle caress.

For
some strange reason, I wanted him to kiss me. To tell me this was more than one
night, and that he’d like to see me again. That we could have sex again anytime
I wanted. It was totally hedonistic, I suppose, but I felt it.

“So
I guess this is it?” I said, breaking the ice. “Where we part ways and pretend
this never happened?”

He
stopped, one hand poised on my back, while the other stroked my cheeks with his
knuckles. “I guess so, Cupcake.”

He
bent to kiss me, sliding his tongue between my parted lips. The heat from his
mouth warmed me to my core, reminding me all over again that I wouldn’t have
this mouth on me again, that I wouldn’t feel his tongue, feel his taste.

I
kissed him until he pulled away. I opened my eyes to see two gray pools with
endless depths shining back at me. I looked away hesitantly, hoping he didn’t
read the emotions on my face. I didn’t want this to end, not really, not after
the night we’d shared. I knew then that I wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of
girl.

“I
won’t ever forget this time with you, Cupcake.” He kissed me again, short and
sweet. “Ever.”

I
smiled and he backed away to remount his bike. For some reason, I believed him.
Steamy-hot sex had happened only once in my life and I was bound to never
forget it. I’d never forget him.

Chapter Three

Present day

“So,
Ashlyn, you ready to go to the party?” Karolyn poked her head around the corner
of the employee bathroom just as I touched up my makeup.

“Yes,
just one sec.” I applied a thin coat of pink lip gloss and smiled to myself in
the mirror. I‘d bought a new dress for this occasion, and I’d chosen a teal
blue fashion with a shorter hemline, a little more modest than the black dress
I’d worn to Cooper’s birthday party. Matching, strappy heels covered my feet,
and my hair was done in a pretty up-do with curled tendrils hanging down around
my face. “Okay, Kare, let’s go.”

I
stepped around the corner just in time for a flower deliveryman to nearly bump
into me. I gave him my apologies, but he stopped me by saying, “Are you Ms.
Davenport?”

Karolyn
and I stop. “Yes. Why?”

The
man looked at the card. “These are for you.”

He
shoved the dozen pale pink roses towards me, and I took them, wondering who
would send me such pretty flowers. When I asked, he shrugged and took off the
way he’d come.

Karolyn
arched her perfectly plucked eyebrows at me, crossing her arms over her pert
cleavage. “Do we have an admirer?”

I
shrugged, feeling helplessly girly as I set the flowers on the floor to read
the card. No one had ever sent me flowers. To get an unexpected treat like this
was, needless to say, shocking.

I
pulled out the card as Karolyn bent forward to smell the lovely fragrance of
one of the blooms. My heart skipped a beat even before I read what the card
said.

Each rose is for a week I’ve gone without you. I
hope to see you tonight and perhaps, pick up where we left off. I never thought
it possible, but I miss you, Cupcake. Meet me on the dance floor for the first
song, the first dance.

—J

My
heart thumped wildly when I spotted one single word:
Cupcake.
I scanned the note again, reading it word for word
before I truly understood what he was saying.

Jake
would be here. Jake wanted to see me again.

Perhaps,
in the back of my mind, I’d dressed up for him. There was no guarantee that
Jake would be at the dinner tonight but I had wanted to look my best. Just in
case. And now he was here. And he wanted me. And oh, how I wanted him.

“Earth
to Ashlyn.” Karolyn waved her hands in front of my face before snapping her
fingers to get my attention. I blinked once, finally focusing on her.

“Who’s
the note from that it made you go all bleary-eyed?” she asked.

I
smiled, lifting the roses to my nose and began walking towards my office. “No
one you know.”

Not
totally true, since every living, breathing woman knew a hottie when one was
around. Jake dominated the air space around him, and every woman in the room
felt his presence. And I had missed that presence more than I had possibly
known.

I
slipped inside my office, situating the vase on my desk. My panties were
already soaked and, glancing back to see Karolyn wasn’t around, I slipped them
from my body, tucking them into my desk drawer. The hem of my dress fell to
mid-thigh and was a rayon-like fabric. No doubt every curve of my body was
accentuated.

I
meet Karolyn in the hall and, together, we took her car to the convention center.
The first dance started fifteen minutes after seven, and I had two minutes to
spare upon entering the ballroom.

I
scanned the crowd but saw no Jake. Where could he possibly be?

“Ash,
you okay?” Karolyn asked, giving me a questioning glance.

“Super.
I’m going to get something to drink.” I headed to the bar in the far corner and
requested a glass of champagne.

The
bartender handed me the glass and I moved to the side to get a better view of
the crowd. Where could he be?

“Party
sucks, doesn’t it?” A warm familiar voice whispered in my ear, making my
nipples hard.

I
smiled to myself as I sipped my champagne. “Actually, I’m having a good time. I
just received a dozen roses, so I’m in a pretty damn good mood.”

I
turned towards him and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Instead of the
casual denim and worn tee, the man standing before me wore a black Armani suit,
black shirt and silver tie. His hair was coated with gel and his eyes were the
deepest blue-gray I’d ever seen. Amazing how someone could change.

“See
something you like?” He smiled, perfect white teeth shining against the dark
tan of his skin.

It
took all of five seconds to realize he expected a reply. “Since when do you go
along with the rules? Wasn’t it just a few months ago you told me you don’t
give a fuck?”

“Yes.
I did say that.”
 
His grin grew
wider. “If it’s any consolation though, I dressed up for you.”

It
was my turn to grin. “I don’t like my men soft.”

His
hand snaked around my waist and pulled me to him, his erection perfectly
aligned with my pelvis. He pressed hard against me, making sure I got his
point. I groaned and nearly dropped my half empty glass of champagne.

“Does
anything about me feel soft?” His mouth claimed mine, and it was a homecoming,
a long time waiting. I dropped the champagne glass, and it shattered to a
million pieces at our feet. I wanted him now and, the longer we kissed, the
less of an argument I’d have to him taking me up against this wall. People be
damned.

“Slow
down, baby. We’ve got all night.” He pulled away from me, just as the band
started its first song. The beginning of
Your
Man
floated through the speakers and I met Jake’s eyes, knowing. Our
first song together. The one he’d said was gay.

“I
thought you hated this song,” I said as he led me to the dance floor.

“I
did, but every time I heard the damn thing, I remembered how you felt in my
arms.” As if to prove his point, he wrapped his arms around me as he started
swaying his hips in a gentle rhythm. “I’ve missed you, Cupcake.”

We
danced in slow circles, just as we had on our first night. I smelled his
cologne and remembered being surrounded by the scent—his
scent—while we’d fucked in his bed. I remembered how he’d tasted on my
tongue, how he’d loved it when I’d teased and toyed with him. I wanted his
hands on me, his mouth sucking me while his cock begged me for release. I
wanted him so badly my body shook with need.

“Jake,
I’ve missed you, too.”

We
danced until the song ended, then Jake kissed me in front of everyone on the
dance floor. I felt as if fireworks had exploded around us, the two of us
finally coming back together after being apart for what seemed like forever. I
never wanted the kiss to end.

“Well,
well, well. My little brother is already hitting on my personal assistant.”
Cooper Nelson’s voice sounded through the fog, drawing us out of a lust-induced
stupor.

“Can
it, Coop.” Jake never took his eyes off me while he spoke to his brother.
“She’s mine.”

My
hormones did a dance of joy. I glanced up to see Cooper’s smile. “Then go get a
room,” he said. “You two are hogging the dance floor.”

Jake’s
lips quirked upward at his brother’s suggestion. I smiled, figuring it was my
turn to say, “Let’s get out of here.”

* * * * *

We
didn’t even make it through the door of my apartment before we started removing
the necessary clothing to get our bodies in line with each other. Jake pulled
my dress up to my stomach, groaning when he saw smooth, bare skin underneath.
He led me to the couch, falling on top of me when I finally freed his cock from
his pants.

As
if the stars had aligned, he slid deep inside me. I arched off the couch,
sinking my nails into his back as he pumped his cock in and out, over and over.
It took everything within me not to come on the spot as his cock’s head bumped
my g-spot and I wailed. And he did it over and over, driving me out of my mind
with pleasure so intense, my teeth rattled.

Afterward,
I undressed him, and he curled up with me on the couch, pulling an afghan
blanket over us. The leather cushions were smooth against my heated skin, and
my sweaty body stuck to them. Jake lay half asleep in my arms and I couldn’t
help thinking,
could life really be
any better
?

“You
got a tattoo,” Jake mumbled, filling the silence.

I
grinned. I’d been wondering if he’d noticed. The small mark was no bigger than
an inch all the way around, colored in pink and white on my skin. Jake’s thumb
stroked my hip, right over the brand before he pushed up to meet my eyes.

“It’s
of a cupcake,” I told him.

He
grinned. “I see that.”

“I
got it on a whim.” I chuckled, recalling the event. “Karolyn thought I was
crazy for requesting a cupcake design but she didn’t rag me too much.” I
skimmed my hands along the length of his arms. “Do you know her?”

He
licked his lips. “Unfortunately.”

“Why
‘unfortunately’?”

He
shifted to his side. “She’s a nuisance.”

I
remembered the conversation Karolyn and I had had about Jake and his cabin and
a twinge of jealousy sprang through me. “Oh.”

I
must have had a look of dismay on my face because Jake reached out and brushed
my cheek with the tips of his fingers. “Don’t even let your pretty little mind
go that direction, Cupcake. I’ve never fucked Karolyn. She’s just been to my
house to deliver stuff per my brother’s request.”

Relief
filled me instantly. Jake leaned down to kiss me, long and languorously, our
tongues tangoing in a passion of their own. When I finally came up for air, I
couldn’t resist asking, “Why do you call me that?”

“What?”

“Cupcake.”

He
moved, working his way down my body as he kissed and nibbled every inch of my
exposed flesh. “Because you’re a treat—so sweet and good to eat.”

He
punctuated his statement with a kiss, lowering his mouth until it came in
contact with my mound. He glanced up and for a brief moment I saw something
indescribable in his eyes.
 
It
nearly took my breath away.

“I’m
falling in love with you.”

Tears
filled my eyes as I reached for him. I didn’t know what I was feeling but I
wanted him close. I needed him. He kissed me and then pulled back to assess my
expression. “I’m fine, really,” I said.

“You
don’t look it.” He reached between us, sliding a finger between my thighs. “Did
I say something wrong?”

I
shook my head. “No. It’s just…I love you too.”

“Good,
because after another quick fuck on the couch, we’re moving to the bedroom.” He
kissed my neck, licking the pulse point there. “I want you spread out, staring
up at me, knowing each time my cock enters your sweet pussy, I’m only thinking
about you. I want you to know that each kiss is more addictive than a drug. I
want you lying beneath me, taking every inch of me, understanding I’m yours for
as long as you’ll have me. And I’m not planning on going anywhere for a long
time.”

He
slid inside me, arching his body over mine. And then he proceeded to show me
exactly what he meant.

The End