She couldn’t wait for him to catch up. Whoever had her toe and the magic tongued Devil on her right breast, were enchanted givers of pleasure, she let go and began to unravel. She held nothing back as she cried out, bucked her hips furiously against him trying to milk him and bring him pleasure all in one. He matched her pace and grunted as he slammed into her over and over again trying to empty himself. Someone asked if they could go next. Mystery growled at the interloper, “Only me! No one else!”
She knew in the dark that he was putting the used material in a Ziploc and she had to know. He answered her in a husky whisper, “It is my waste, and my DNA. If I don’t discard it, I know it cannot appear anywhere that is does not belong.” He told her he had seen one too many of the FBI and crime scene shows and had been made paranoid. It made sense to her and she let it go.
They stayed another hour or so in the couple’s room watching while another eager young man sucked at her toes and a busty blond asked for a kiss. She thought the woman wanted to kiss Mystery, but instead she wanted to kiss her. Nadine was wearing a mask, she thought why not. Within minutes, the woman had straddled her while Mystery’s hands were back under her dress. Mr. Toe Sucker was excited and salivating all over her foot and the whole room stopped to watch.
This had to be the horniest man she ever met because in minutes he had pushed her back on the seat and his face was buried in her again. Nadine braced herself for his entry, but instead he was inside the blonde that was on top of her. The woman’s breast bounced against hers as Mystery pounded into her with a harshness that caused the woman to find her release after only a few strokes. Uncertain of how the next positions were maneuvered into, but Mystery was on the bottom, Nadine was astride his face and the blond woman had a mouth full of her date, who quickly found his third release of the night. What was this man made out of, and how in the world did he refuel so fast?
In the limo she sat in the corner of the seat and just watched him. It was just after one when they arrived back at the hotel. “Beauty,” he said to her, “it is our last night together, stay with me?”
She touched his chin, “I fear if I do, I may not be able to walk in the morning.” She kissed his cheek and began to walk towards the south towers where her room was located. Before she had gotten too far, he touched her arm. “It is the smell of you that is driving me almost insane. It is intoxicating to a point that it spurs on a primal side of me to want to mate.” She turned and he scooped her into his arms and carried her towards the elevator to his room. “One more hour before I let you go, grant me that, Beauty.” She said nothing as the elevators doors opened and she pressed the button to his floor. “I can’t seem to get my fill of you,” he told her as he carried her into his room and removed her dress with very little care.
His hour turned into two and he was gentle with her as they said their goodbyes. At four a.m., once again, she made her way back to her bed.
Chapter Seven
The plane ride back to Los Angeles was uneventful. She was sore, tired and felt as if she had been rode hard and put away wet. A chuckle was let go in the back of her throat when she realized in essence, she had been. Those were two nights in Vegas she would never forget, but now it was back to business.
She let herself into her apartment in Noho and unpacked and washed her things. Although she had left with six pairs of underwear, she only returned with two. Nadine knew the Toe Sucker had stolen her pair from the settee in the couple’s room, the others, well, maybe they had been left in his room.
In so many ways she was proud of herself, not for being a whore of course, but for letting go. There had been no rationalization, no over thinking, no wads of extraneous conversation with him about her goals and dreams. The past two nights had been about her and a man enjoying each other. She still didn’t know his name and outside of the photo she had emailed to herself, there was no evidence of her indiscretion. She checked the answering machine.
She still had a job on Monday and Mr. Deasley was looking forward to seeing her back in the office, there was much to get done. Another call was from her insurance agent that her car had been repaired and the insurance company had mailed her a check. There was a call from the Santa Monica police department informing her that the charges against her had been dropped and the little old lady had been found to be under the influence.
The cute doctor from the hospital had called to check on her, and said he would love to have her come back in for a follow up. He paused only to add that hot pink was his favorite color. The messages seem to go on forever. Jackass boyfriend had also left a missive and said her face should be fixed by now and he wanted to come back.
Her doorbell rang and Felisha and Bena were at the door with a bottle of wine and a million questions. She had nothing to say to either about her adventures, but both remarked that she seemed so different. “I’m not different, just in a different place,” was all she added. She said little as the two prattled on throughout the evening. They flirted with the pizza guy who seemed to only have eyes for Nadine. Her friends looked at her again, “Whatever you did or had in Vegas, I need a double dose of it.”
On Monday she returned to the office. Business suit, chignon at the back of her neck, but with less buttons fastened up to her throat. She was relaxed. She was in control and to Doris, she apologized to, by giving her a gift card for a free facial. A quick stop by Gerald’s office to let him know there were no hard feelings but if he ever stepped out of line with her again, she would squash him like a bug.
It was 12:30 and the office assistant asked if she could get anyone some lunch. Nadine quickly said no that she would be heading out to run some errands. Keys in hand, she made her way to the door but a familiar scent stopped her dead cold. Frozen in her tracks, there was no way in hell HE could be here. Mr. Deasley called her name. “Nadine, I would like for you to meet my brother, Marc.” She turned to see Mystery Man in the flesh standing in front of her.
Nadine extended her hand, “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Deasley.” Marc took her hand into his and sparks lit up her arm. “I have heard so much about you Nadine,” he smiled, “it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
She excused herself as her boss began to extol her virtues and how he would not be able to run the company without her. “Nadine is a rare breed, when she commits to an idea or a task, she is all in, and gives it her all.” Marc only added, “It is rare to find that kind of combination of beauty and commitment.”
Had she not been deep complexioned, she would have red cheeks. “Again, Mr. Deasley, it was a pleasure to meet you, if you would excuse me, I am on my way to lunch.” A quick smile at her boss, her back straight and head held high, she made her way out the door.
-Fin-
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Olivia is an author, a blogger and an adult educator. She writes fiction under the penname of a private hero, her mother, Olivia Gaines Aaron. Olivia holds a Bachelor of Arts in Mass Communication from the University of Alabama at Birmingham and a Master's in Organizational Management. Her non-fiction works are focused on helping writers perfect their craft.
Olivia Gaines has authored the short story series The Bounty (2009), Lizzie’s Vengeance (2012) and The Bounty Hunter (2013). In 2011, she completed work on her second novel, Courting Guinevere and has recently completed Loving Words, her 3rd novel, the second book in the Davonshire Series.
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