by Kali Willows
Complying with his demand, she lay down on the towel, and he knelt in the water. He placed her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her mound.
“Oh, God,” she panted.
With gentle sweeps of his mouth, he fondled her throbbing clit and glided his hand along her parted flesh. He dipped a finger inside and massaged the walls of her pussy, flicking his tongue over her clit and sucking with gentle swirls. Gemma rolled her hips with delight. He stroked her pussy to the brink of explosion and plunged his tongue inside her as she trembled.
“Oh…don’t stop!” Every muscle in her body clenched as waves of elation crashed over her. She panted and rocked her pelvis against his mouth as he licked and sucked her clit. He lapped up her juices while she writhed with completion.
“That’s my girl,” he hummed and stood. A mischievous grin lit up his face, and he licked his lips. “Now, for the biggest fantasy of all.”
She writhed with bliss.
“Do you want me inside you now?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He stood in the water and rubbed the head of his latex-swathed cock against the entrance of her pussy. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Fuck me, Connor Caine.”
Her football player flashed a smoldering smile. “I want to watch you while I fuck you, Gemma.”
The vibration of his voice and the seduction of his gaze triggered another rush of juices from her. He buried his cock deep inside her, and she whimpered with ecstasy. “Yes.”
She grunted as he pushed hard inside her. He sank into her again and again. She arched her back in bliss. He plunged in and out of her with slow, hard pumps. Her tits bounced up and down. He pounded with rhythmic thrusts.
Gemma’s pelvic muscles tightened. “Oh God, Connor.”
“Look at me,” he commanded.
With desperation, she lifted her hips to meet his powerful slams.
“Fuck, you turn me on.” He pummelled into her with winded grunts.
The muscles of her pussy tightened and clamped down on his cock. A frenzy of simultaneous explosions erupted through her core. “Ah, God.”
“Baby.” He squinted, his breaths harsh and uneven. “I feel you coming. You’re so fucking tight. I’m almost there.”
“Come inside me, please,” she cried with sheer bliss. “Don’t stop, I wanna feel you come.”
“Uh, uh…Gemma,” he screamed against his throat. Connor’s entire body stiffened as he pushed deep inside her. He convulsed in a chain of shuddering spasms and collapsed onto her with completion.
She held him in her arms; they trembled together. He pushed his body up and gazed into her eyes. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Connor helped Gemma sit up. He rested his head against the ledge and flashed her a satisfied grin. She stepped into the tub and nestled down beside him.
“I hope reality proved to be as much fun as the fantasy for you.” She snuggled against his chest.
“There’s only one problem with reality, babe.”
“What is it?” Worry shot through her.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
“Be serious.” She giggled and gave his chest a playful slap.
“I couldn’t be any more serious than I am right now.” He pulled her into his lap and slid her over his massive hardness.
“Again? So soon?”
“Oh yeah, this is the constant effect you have on me, baby.”
Gemma reached behind him and grabbed another condom. She tore it open and sheathed his hard on. She lowered herself onto his rigid cock.
He groaned as she took him deep inside. “Buckle up, baby. You’re in for a long ride tonight.”
Chapter Seven
After several rounds in the bath, the shower, and even once when she wore her stiletto shoes in bed, Gemma lay in Connor’s arms, naked and elated with her good fortune. “I don’t want this date to end.” She frowned at the view of the sunrise out the penthouse window. Reds and oranges swirled around the sky, signaling the end of the most blissful event of her life.
“We had so much buildup to get here. None of it seems to be enough, does it?” He caressed her arm.
She placed her head on his chest. “I love the sound of your beating heart.”
“You know, if we draw the curtains and call room service, we could stay in here, undisturbed for as long as we like.”
“Wouldn’t it be perfect?” She kissed his lips and sat up. Gemma pulled the sheet up to her chest and scanned around for the clock.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He trailed his fingers along the length of her naked torso.
“My flight leaves at noon.”
“Mine’s at one thirty.” He sat up, too. “Guess reality can get in the way, huh?” He blazed delightful kisses over her neck and sighed. “I’m addicted to you, Gemma Daveen.”
“I think I can relate.” She dropped the sheet, climbed into his lap, and licked the outline of his lips.
He growled then gripped her hips and slid her over his stiff cock.
“You’re not human.” She snickered and devoured his lips.
A faint ringing sounded from beside the bed.
“What’s that?”
“Sorry, it’s my phone. I forgot to turn it off.” He ran his hands over her hips, but the ringing persisted. “I’ll ignore it.”
“It’s okay. Maybe you should answer it?”
He groaned. “It’ll only be a minute, I swear.” He eased her off his lap then took the phone out of his pile of clothes on the floor.
“Someone better be dead or about to die.” He winked at her. “What?” his eyes widened. “You’re kidding?”
Was the call bad news or something else?
“When?” He paced the room as he spoke. “Who?” He raked his fingers through his hair. “How?”
Gemma bit her lip, trying not to interrupt with her own questions.
“Really.” His tone softened. “I’ll have to get back to you, Dave. Uh-huh. I heard you. I’m gonna have to think about it.” He nodded as if Dave could see him through the phone.
“Is everything okay, darlin’?”
He nodded and flashed a soft grin. His eyes lit up. “Dave says I got three offers last night. Someone recorded the incident with the football on their cellphone. It was all over the news last night.”
“That’s wonderful.” She climbed out of the bed and draped the cotton sheet over herself.
“Denver or Seattle….” He paused with his cell phone still up to his ear.
“Didn’t you say you got three offers?” Gemma jaunted over to him and hugged him with one arm, while she held the sheet up with the other.
“Yeah, the third….” Connor lowered the phone and claimed her lips with a long, decadent kiss. He retreated with wide eyes.
“Tell me?” She slapped his chest and giggled.
“How would you feel if I accepted an offer with New York?”
“You’re kidding?”
“The offers are all pretty standard.”
“How will you choose?”
“It depends.”
“On?”
“I know our date is supposed to be a one-night stand.” He cupped her chin and kissed her again. “How would you feel about a second date, or maybe more?”
Her chest tightened with excitement. She snatched the phone from his hand and spoke into it with furrowed brows. “Excuse me, Dave?” she said in a half-serious, half-joking voice. “Yes, it’s Gemma. Connor isn’t able to provide you with an answer right now. We have some…negotiations to sort out.” She clicked the off button and tossed the phone onto his pile of clothes.
“We do?” He chuckled.
“This is serious business, Mr. Caine. I recommend we explore all the options before you commit to a new contract.” She stepped back from him.
“How do you propose we explore the options?” He moved toward her.
“Uh, uh, uh.” She held h
er hand up and waved her finger to stop him. “First things first. We need to hit the showers.” Gemma dropped the sheet and bolted for the bathroom with Connor in hot pursuit.
~About the Author~
When Kali Willows isn't busy being the married mother of two, certified trainer or counselor extraordinaire, she is shadowing worlds of paranormal passion & intrigue.
Her goal in life? She has many, but her writing goal is creating emotional, compelling stories and characters you can't help but love, hate and cheer for.
A good cup of tea with the crackling fire gets her creative juices flowing in the wee hours of the night, when the house is quiet and she can type away to her heart's desire.
Kali loves getting feedback from readers. If you would like to contact her about her stories, you can reach her at: [email protected]
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Dragon’s Bond
Chapter One
October 24, 1952
Madame Evangeline,
Only once, have I tasted the sweetness of divine passion, and it cost me my soul and my brother’s life. That night will haunt me forever. Since devastation struck, by the fate and shame my selfish desire brought upon my family, I have rejected the love I pine for.
It is with a heavy heart I confess, my will wanes, but I can never have her again. My ache for my beloved grows with each day that passes. Although this request will never diminish my desire for her, it is my hope, to at least alleviate the torment of my lust that lingers, so that I may move forward and release my sins of the past.
I left China for my job to begin a new life here in San Francisco. Perhaps, if I indulge in the arms of another woman for a single night, I can at last move on. After great consideration of a close friend’s suggestion, I seek your help, to be matched for a 1Night Stand. My only request is for a woman with jade green eyes. It is the one trait of her eternal beauty I wish I could admire a final time.
Kindest Regards,
Shen Li
“You said you know Madame Eve?”
“I said, she helped me out once.” Gershom winked one ice blue eye. “I think you’re doing the right thing, Shen. It’s time to move forward with your life.” The grizzled man hobbled along, leaning heavily on his cane, as they made their way down the sidewalk. “Yes, I’ve thought a lot about it.” Shen patted the pocket of his single-breasted jacket that shielded the letter he had procrastinated mailing. “Excuse me for a moment please, Gershom.” Drops of heavy rain beaded down his hat and weighty overcoat as he approached the tall, red metal box.
Paused in front of the mailbox, he closed his eyes and gathered his courage. The distant rumble of thunder filled the air.
“Come on, come on. The builder is waiting for the blueprints,” his impatient colleague prompted.
“Yes, I will be right there.” He opened his eyes and dropped the rain-smudged letter into the mail slot. I can’t change it now. I hope Gershom knows what he’s talking about. Embrace your destiny, Shen.
***
“Okay, doll. I have the design proposal you submitted for the new hotel in Vegas. We have a meeting with the architect next week then we can apply for permits and finally deal with all that other red tape.” Priscilla flipped through her notebook as she spoke.
“Must we discuss business now?” Lien raised her brows in surprise at her friend’s comment.
“Sorry, old habits. You know?”
“Your habits I have become all too familiar with. You work too hard.”
“True.” Priscilla sighed and tucked her book and pencil into her handbag. “My friend and interior designer here has been putting up with my obsession of building my second hotel for too long now, Tiffany.” She winked at the hairdresser.
“Yes, ma’am.” The lady nodded as she combed through Lien’s wet hair.
“Lien, I hope this cockamamie plan is gonna work.”
“It has to, Priscilla. I can’t bear another night without him. At the very least, I must try to give him peace.” Clinging to the armrests of the salon chair, she flinched as the clippings of her locks fell down her shoulders.
“This is such a drastic change for you.”
“My first haircut ever, but it won’t be too short.”
“Your hair was down to your waist.”
“I just want to look glamorous, like the starlets in Hollywood.”
“It will be exquisite. Tiffany does divine work.” Priscilla smoothed her pin curls.
“I have such butterflies dancing in my belly.”
“Listen, honey, I don’t want to see you get your heart broken.” Her friend took a seat in the adjacent chair.
“It can’t hurt any more than it has already.” Tears stung her eyes.
“To be so forward like this, with a man….” Priscilla whispered, glancing over her shoulder at the row of women chatting under the hairdryers.
“I realize it’s not proper for a woman to pursue a man, but I compromised my virtue a long time ago.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Lien bit her bottom lip and glanced up at the hairdresser’s reflection.
The stylist smiled and stepped back. “Excuse me, Miss Long. I need to check on the permanent wave I’m doing in the back. I won’t be but a moment.” Tiffany patted her on the shoulder before scampering off.
“What haven’t you told me, Lien? I thought we were best friends.”
“It’s not a part of my life I’m proud of.”
“Young love? Is that when you and Shen…hmmm?” Priscilla crossed her arms.
“With him, it was love, but it was forbidden.”
“You mean, there was someone else before him?”
Lien shrugged and sank into her seat.
“You don’t have to worry. I won’t think less of you. I’m not uptight like those old biddies.” She motioned to the row of prestigious ladies in curlers.
“I know, but that isn’t why I’ve kept it to myself. It’s a very different culture in China.” Lien’s chest tightened. She straightened and sucked in a deep breath. “My parents were very poor and wanted a better life for me, and for them.”
“Yes?”
“They sold me to a man in my village with money and power.”
Priscilla gasped. “Sold? That’s just barbaric.”
“He already had two wives. I was to be his concubine.”
“He was married? Oh, my word.” Priscilla clapped her hand over her mouth.
“I realize it is not common knowledge in this country. But it is a way of life in China and offers the woman economic security.”
“She gives herself for money?”
“For a better life.” In fact, she’d welcomed the reprieve from poverty—never thought of any other way.
“Did you love him? How old were you?”
“He was a kind man, but much older than I. I did not love him as a wife would. I was just seventeen.”
“Oh, honey, I had no idea. So, how did Shen fit into all of this?”
“His family held a much higher social status than mine. One sunny morning, when I had gone to the market to shop, I bumped into these handsome twins. They were clumsy and bashful, tripping over their own feet as they made their way over to introduce themselves.” She picked at the sleeve of her salon smock, unsure how she felt at sharing these details with another for the first time. “Identical twins?”
“Yes, with the most remarkable green eyes.”
“Like yours?”
“Similar, but theirs held an innocence that caught my attention. Tenderness and humility.” Lien smoothed her fingers through her hair. “It was love at first sight.”
“You fell in love with both of them?” Priscilla’s brows knitted.
“No, just Shen.”
“How can you fall in love with one when they were identical?”
Lien glanced up at the intricate white ceiling tiles as the pleasurable memories flooded through her mind. �
��The amber flecks in his green eyes mesmerized me. His shoulder-length black hair, his broad shoulders, and squared jaw. Exactly like his brother, but somehow…I can’t explain it. He was the one I was drawn to.”
“So, you were all hot and bothered by him, but you were…otherwise engaged?”
“That is correct. I slipped away whenever I could and spent time with the brothers. We took long walks through the forest, talked about anything and everything. I was so afraid we’d be discovered, but I couldn’t keep away from them…from him.”
“Please tell me you are about to get to the juicy part. I’m dyin’ here, doll.” Priscilla rested her elbows on her thighs and her face in her palms.
“My feelings for Shen grew until, one evening, the urge to go to him was so strong, I waited until everyone in the house was asleep and snuck away to his home. I found him in his family’s garden, watching the moon.”
“Then what happened?”
Lien glanced at the hairdresser who lingered by the sinks, chatting with a shampoo girl. “We made plans to run away to America together. We made love. It was the most beautiful experience of my life. I knew then we were meant to be together.”
“Wow.” Priscilla settled back into her chair. “What’s so bad about that?”
“We were discovered.” And she’d been dragged back to her home, but those humiliating details would stay her own.
“How awful!”
“And his brother died.”
Priscilla’s cheeks paled. “Oh, my God, how?”
“He had been ill.” The memory sent icy tendrils over her skin. “After his brother’s death, word of our indiscretion got around the village. Shen’s parents forbade him to ever see me again.”
“Did your—I don’t know what to call him.”
“His name was Bolin.”
“Did Bolin find out about you and Shen?”
“In a small village, there is no such thing as a well-kept secret. When his first wife found out about my indiscretion, she planned to have me sold and shipped to the cotton mills. Bolin took mercy on me. He gave me money and sent me away. I eventually made my way to America where I used the funds to attend college to pursue my dreams of interior design.”
