Her pussy tightened around my fingers, convulsing in a frenzy. I sucked on her clit and her eyes widened, knowing another longer wave started as the first orgasm waned.
“Fuck,” she said.
I did that to her. I smiled knowing she never used to curse before me. When we first had sex, she was pretty quiet. But now, she talked as dirty as a sailor.
She had been leaning on her elbows but she fell back, her chest rapidly moving up and down. Her hands curled into her hair and I stood over her, watching her lazy smile.
Glancing down on the floor at what I had taken out of my pocket before, I hesitated. Maybe that could wait just a little longer. Reaching over to the bedside table and thankful she hadn’t packed up the condoms yet, I took one out of the drawer.
When I pulled off my jeans and boxer briefs, I quickly rolled on the condom. I pushed up her tank top and was so fucking happy nothing was underneath. I cupped her tit and could feel her muscles still giving slight tremors.
I pushed back her thigh with my other hand and pushed my cock to just outside her opening.
“You want me to fuck you?” I asked but knew the answer.
“Yes.” She pulled her other leg up, rising to me, showing me everything.
“Look how horny you are for me.” I trailed my finger over her drenched folds and back just before I got to her puckered little hole.
I watched her lift her ass toward me, gnawing on her lower lip and whimpering.
“You’re so fucking dirty. I bet you want me to completely fill you. I bet you need it all,” I said trying to hold back from pushing inside her.
Tiffany, over the course of the last few months, was like a flower opening for the first time to the sun in the bedroom. If I had known that the more time you spent with a woman in the bedroom the more open she became to doing things, I would have given up being a spy a long time ago to have a girlfriend.
I finally gave Tiffany what she wanted. I pushed my finger inside her and then my cock. My hips gyrated, and she trembled as I pumped into her. She was more stunning than a cool, breathless night filled with stars winking with wonder. It didn’t take long for her to begin orgasming again. And as she did, I felt my climax creep up and hit me. I collapsed over her, clutching her body.
She was everything I had ever dreamed of in a woman, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. As I rolled off her and we both lay there sweaty and gasping for breath, I knew it was time.
I got up and went to the bathroom in the hall and washed up. Coming back, I brought a wet cloth and got down on my knees on the floor, opening her legs. I gently wiped her and then threw the rag aside.
“Come on up here,” she said, lifting to her elbows to glance down at me.
“I have something for you.” I lifted the box and placed it on the bed.
Her eyes crinkled with confusion. “What’s this?”
“Something I promised you.”
She shrugged and took the box to open it. At first, she tilted her head and I knew she had no idea what to make of it.
“Put it on,” I said.
“Okay.” Laughter laced her voice.
She removed it from the package and slid it down her finger.
“Doesn’t quite fit. I think it’s made for smaller hands. But what do you think?” She held out her hand.
“It looks beautiful on you,” I said.
Tiffany lifted it to her lips and swirled her tongue around it. “Mmm. It’s cherry. Ring Pops are the best.”
I smiled and couldn’t wait for our life together to begin. She didn’t know this yet, but I planned to replace that ring with a real one in May, on her birthday.
“It’s perfect. Pretty and sweet. Just like you.”
THE END
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BEHIND THE SCENES
This is the part of the book where I tell you little factoids about different parts of the story and/or why I wrote the book. As I write, I throw in things that have happened to me, to people I know, or stuff I witnessed in life. Some of it is crazy and some is dorky, but that’s me – crazy and dorky.
Let’s get started!
In Chapter 7 Tiffany mentions when she was pregnant with David that The Beatles songs made her nauseas. That was based on my pregnancy with my first son. The only music I could listen to was Led Zeppelin and Classical. Everything else made me nauseas. I remember walking down the street and someone drove by with their window rolled down and a Beatles song blasted out. I instantly became nauseas. Once the car was gone and I couldn’t hear the music anymore, the nausea went away.
In Chapter 8 in the middle of trying to figure out if Tiffany and Morgana were drugged, Tiffany ends up going off on a tangent about Evaleen being pregnant in Vegas. This was inspired by me. I wanted to show Tiffany’s frustrating side. I knew, from the many times my husband had pointed out that nothing I said made sense. My husband rarely understands what I’m talking about either because I mumble or I made a 90 degree turn in the middle of a conversation.
In chapter 18 Jagger mentioned the evil squirrels in Chicago. This was based on my experience with the squirrels in the park along Lake Michigan. I was once walking my dog (who was large enough to make grown men cross to the other side of the street when they saw him coming toward them) and a squirrel followed us. Jumping from tree to tree. It was kind of creepy so I waved my hand at it and my dog began to bark at it, which just made the squirrel more daring. The squirrel kept lunging toward us and making crazy noises. I immediately pulled my dog back and ran away. Those are some tough squirrels.
In Chapter 22 Tiffany remembered taking David to the Art Institute of Chicago. She mentioned a man old enough to be a grandfather laughing at her son in a wheelchair. That was inspired by something that happened to my son. He has Cerebral Palsy and when he was 3 years old he got a medical walker. He had freedom for the first time and to celebrate that weekend we, as a family, walked around the mall. He had only ever been in the mall in a stroller. With the biggest smile on his face, he raced around and I walked with him, guiding him so he didn’t bump into people.
We got a lot of stares but it was the older man that stopped walking, turned to my son, pointed and started to laugh that I’ll never forget. I was thankful my son hadn’t noticed him because I immediately put my body between him and the man to block his view. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to shield him forever from the ignorance and hurtful nature of some people. That man was old enough to know better.
The character of David was very loosely based on my youngest son. While David was 12 and turned 13 in the book, my son was 5 years old at the time of writing this. But, when I first created David, thr
ee years ago, my son was two, the same age David had his accident that left him disabled.
My son wasn’t in a car accident but he has a physical disability, Cerebral Palsy. In the book David had an operation that gave him the ability to walk, talk, and start to feed and get dressed by himself. I did that because these were all the things my son’s learning to do with his limitations. He still can’t get dressed by himself and has trouble feeding himself, but he can now walk (with help) and has limited speech.
I think David and Tiffany were a way for me to process all the ups and downs that go along with being a parent of a kid with special needs. It wasn’t easy to write these characters and many times I broke down in tears because what Tiffany was feeling I had felt so many times.
I hope I did the characters justice and you got a chance to fall in love with them, as I have.
PEEK INSIDE: RULES OF PAYNE
Here is a chapter from Morgana Drake & Henrik Payne’s story, Rules of Payne. Now on Kindle Unlimited.
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Morgana
“You’re my assistant.”
Mr. Payne kept repeating those words but his hands told a very different story. Especially when he lifted me and my skirt, onto my desk.
His glacial blue eyes melted into a deep ocean and I almost drowned. It wasn’t the pull that was so great I felt it the moment I walked in his office several weeks ago for my interview.
That didn’t have me gasp and turn into a helpless nothing as his fingers slid over my flimsy blouse. It was how he looked at me.
There was an ache behind his gaze. One of longing and something much darker. He hid it well with the ill-tempered wall he built around himself everyday but it only made me curious. Itching to pick away at it. Like he was at my tiny shell buttons.
I hoped when I started working here this attraction, this erotic fascination I had for my boss would be tempered by his dictatorial nature. But the opposite happened. The more he pushed me away, the greedier I became for any scrap he threw my way.
“If you touch me, I don’t know if I will be able to stop myself. You—” Henrik said, his hand grabbing my wrist and pulling it away.
I couldn’t help myself. But he stopped me anyway. The little I did feel, the softness of his shirt hid a very hard chest. It felt like cloth draped over smooth rock.
That curiosity crept back and I bit my lip wondering what hid under that suit. Thoughts that I knew I shouldn’t be having if I ever wanted to keep this job.
I finally got the job I had been wishing for and each day I was tempted by the devil himself, Henrik Payne. As much as the ache between my legs begged for more I couldn’t help but think that this man, this job would change everything. And I might not enjoy the outcome.
“Let me guess, Morgana, you like a little foreplay and feel lucky if the guy gives you sweet kisses all over that pretty pussy of yours?” Henrik’s eyes sparkled with heat and hesitation.
His hands lowered to my thighs grabbing what he wanted and it was all too much to resist. The dirty words, his powerful hands, and the risk, oh God the risk that at any moment this could destroy us, had my body weeping with my panties soaked with its tears.
“Or maybe something a little dirtier, like a naughty spanking causing your sumptuous ass to blush?”
I couldn’t help myself as I pushed my chest out at his words. One of his hands left my thigh and slipped under my blouse. I wanted to speak but as his fingers toyed the yellow lace of my bra every muscle in my body constricted at once, even my throat.
After what felt like hours but were merely seconds I found my voice, shaky but alive, “I . . . I’ve never been spanked before.”
His jaw ticked. Was he disappointed?
Maybe. This confession of mine might be the cold water we both needed to end this here and now. I had been with a few guys. Some in college and then one just after graduation and finally Trevor the douche.
But they were never adventurous in bed. The craziest sex I ever had was the stupid video Trevor took of us and he paid more attention to the camera than me during that.
“So, it’s virgin territory. You really need to stop tempting me, Morgana,” Henrik said, his eyes ticked with some knowledge that I wasn’t to know about.
“First, the cute little skirt at your interview, then the sexy glasses, and now, you are telling me no man has ever caused you to squeal with a much-deserved spanking?”
His fingers forgot my bra and went with gusto to my thighs, causing me to whimper for more. My legs widened succumbing to the building pressure of what he created.
No more were we boss and assistant in an office building after hours, now we were just a man and a woman with a deep, primal urge. That powerful longing that caused his hands to slip under my matching yellow lace panties and me to groan and buck for more.
“Is that better, Morgana? Is that what you want from me? Or maybe just a little bit more.”
No, not a little. I want everything. Every night I fantasize about our clothes tangled on the office floor. Henrik’s chest, his arms, and especially his cock. Is it thick, firm? My mouth salivating of what it all would taste like.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Mr. Payne’s fingers slipped past the edge of lace and delicately traced my clit. It should have felt good, but it didn’t.
I jerked at the searing ache, like hot and cold at once, that bolted through me. Just the lightest of touch from him had me dripping for more. We were still clothed and had barely done anything and this had been the greatest sexual experience of my life.
He groaned and I saw it in his eyes. Whatever I felt, the intense pleasure coursing through my body, he wanted more. So I reached for him. But that was a mistake.
Henrik pulled back. “What did I say about touching me? I don’t think you really want this.”
I wanted to nod at him like a fool. Beg him to continue but it was the war behind his eyes that stopped me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said.
The way Henrik gazed at me it was as if I stumbled into a conversation I was never meant to hear. One where my life, my heart lie in the balance.
I swallowed but feared reaching out to him. Normally, I would say something stupid, make light of the situation. Try to diffuse it, but something told me to stay still.
Did I care that anyone could walk in? Yes, but this right here was the best I felt in a very long time. It wasn’t just the sex. I mean, come on, we haven’t even had any yet. It was the way he looked at me. Like I was the best thing he has seen in a long time.
I don’t even remember the last time a guy called me beautiful. And that’s when it hit me. Trevor never called me pretty or beautiful. He would always ask if I wanted him. It was always about him. Never about me.
Maybe that’s why I am sitting here risking my job so I can be fingered by my boss.
I felt his fingers slip easily inside me. It’s what I needed. My body craved how his thumb drew perfect circles around my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me. So exquisite was his touch that I hadn’t realized my hips were rocking to his rhythm.
I wanted to kiss Henrik. To pull him toward me and rip his clothes off but he didn’t want that. He liked to watch me suffer and at this moment I’d endure any pain his fingers were willing to give.
“Oh Henrik.”
The words crashed out of my mouth as I felt the orgasm ride close. My hips rocked madly and I grabbed a stapler for something to hold onto. I was lost and about to tumble over when everything disappeared.
My eyes opened, having shut them moments ago as the bliss was too much, to find Henrik turning his back to me. Not just that, but he was walking away.
Once he reached the door he stopped and for a moment I hoped he had changed his mind. That he didn’t do all this to mess with me. To make me hate him.
He stood at the edge of the department, about to enter the hall toward the elevators with his back to me. No words. No movement, just him there afraid to turn back at the mess he made.
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I was about to hop off this desk and run after him but he finally moved. Henrik turned his head and said, “Ms. Drake, remember you are MY assistant. First thing Monday, you will be at your desk on the twenty-eighth floor. I expect my coffee delivered to me when I arrive. You are to do as I say or you will be . . . reprimanded.”
Then he left.
My mouth hung open at the crazy that just occurred.
Mr. Henrik Payne used me. He fucked with my body and my brain to get what he wanted. His wall never fooled me. Mr. Payne was a man who hated emotion.
He saw my weakness for him and he gave me what I wanted, only to make it disappear in an instant. To let me know he’s in charge. He pulls the strings.
Fine. He doesn’t want emotion from me, then that’s what he gets.
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PEEK INSIDE: THE ATTRACTION FILE
Here is a chapter from Evaleen Bechmann & Edgar Mimir’s story, The Attraction File. Now on Kindle Unlimited.
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Evaleen
She was biting her lip. Never a good sign.
I realized I was going to have to explain it to her. At least, as much as she needed to know.
“Is this the only paperwork you needed me to sign, Evaleen?” Morgana adjusted her glasses and I couldn’t help but smirk.
First day back at work for her and she was already weaponized with Payne’s kryptonite.
“Yes. I just wrote it up as a leave of absence. As far as anyone is concerned, you were never fired, Drake.”
I lied.
“Really? Not even Mr. Mimir? Because when he came to the meeting at RT Mitchell before I was fired . . .” Her jaw tightened before she took a breath and continued. “I was definitely fired from there. No mistaking Gregory Mitchell the third yelling, ‘Did you just have sex on our conference table, Ms. Drake? That is against company policy; you’re fired.’ But right before that meeting, Mr. Mimir acted—”
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