by M. S. Parker
I stretched her arms out straight and tied them down. I climbed onto the bed again and pulled her ankles together. I kept one hand on them as I ran my other hand over her ass. She didn't have much of one, not like...other women.
The first time my hand cracked against her ass, she yelped, her body jerking. A small sound of pain followed, but I had a feeling that was from her nipples. I'd practically been gentle. The second one was harder. I let her legs go as I alternated hands, my palms stinging as her ass turned from pink to red. She squirmed, trying to get away, but I'd done this too many times. I didn't miss a single stroke and I didn't stop until I knew anything more would bruise. If she'd been one of my girls, I would've kept going, and a part of me wanted to anyway.
I released her wrists and pulled her arms back. “Grab your ankles and pull your legs apart.”
The position was impossibly awkward, but she did it, opening her legs wide enough for me to see that she was wet.
That was good, because I wasn't going to give her any foreplay. I picked up a condom from the nightstand and put it on. My cock was throbbing with everything that had built up from the moment I saw Krissy walk into my house with that asshole, Taylor.
I scowled as I positioned myself behind Kelsee. Was Krissy going down on him? Did she come with his face buried in her pussy? Was he fucking her? Missionary? Doggie style?
The image of Krissy on all fours, her eyes glassy, mouth open, while Taylor slammed into her was too much.
I drove forward, burying myself in Kelsee's tight channel with one thrust. She wailed, almost losing her grip on her ankles. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. “If you let go, I'll use my crop on your tits, got it?”
She whimpered and tried to nod. I kept hold of her hair and used it as leverage. I didn't go slow; I didn't care if she'd adjusted to my size. I just wanted to fuck her hard enough that I forgot all about how Krissy was probably on her back underneath Taylor.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to think only of the body I was driving into, the way she squeezed around me, the sounds she made. No face. No name. Just curves and dips, hot and wet.
DeVon.
It was Krissy's voice in my ear, the low, husky way I imagined she'd say my name.
“Fuck!” I practically screamed it as I came. I ground my teeth together. This couldn't be happening again. I slammed my hand down on the bed and heard Kelsee squeak.
I opened my eyes. I'd forgotten about her. I was still inside her and I'd forgotten about her.
And she hadn't come. Her entire body was tense and shaking. Her head was turned to the side enough that I could see the tears streaming down her face.
“Did you come?” My voice was rough as I asked the question.
She shook her head.
“You're allowed,” I said. I put my hands beneath us, getting a finger slick with her juices. At the same time, I used my thumb to rub her clit while I pushed my finger into her ass.
She bent so far back as she came I thought her spine would snap. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out. All of her muscles went rigid, her pussy tightening around my cock hard enough to hurt, but it was the kind of pain that I needed right then and I shuddered.
Suddenly, she went limp, her limbs falling to the bed as she passed out. I pulled out of her and went to the guest bathroom to clean up enough to go to my own bedroom. Before I left, I pulled a blanket up over her and got one of my notes out of the dresser. I quietly shut the door behind me as I left and headed up to my own shower to wash away what I'd just done.
24
Krissy
When I first woke up, I couldn't figure out where I was. For a moment, I told myself it was because I was in a hotel instead of my own bed, but then I realized there was an arm around me and the memories of the night before flooded back to me.
Shit.
I eased myself out from underneath Taylor's arm and grabbed my dress from the floor. I dressed quickly, hoping the entire time that Taylor didn't wake up. I so didn't want to do the awkward morning after thing. I also wasn't going to do the whole leaving without a word thing. I found a pad of paper hanging on the refrigerator so I scribbled my number and said to call me.
I really did like Taylor, I thought as I hurried down the sidewalk to my car, but I remembered everything from the night before, including how DeVon had kept creeping up in my thoughts. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to DeVon, but I also could remind myself of all the shitty things he'd done to me. I did that the entire way back to the hotel and those thoughts followed me into sleep.
My phone ringing woke me hours later. I answered it with a groggy, “Hello?”
“Krissy? It's Taylor.”
I sat up. “Oh, hey.” Guess we were having the awkward morning after talk even though the clock said it was noon.
“So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight.” There was a pause, and then he added, “I had a great time last night.”
“Me, too,” I said. “I'd love to go to dinner.”
“Great!”
She could almost hear that brilliant smile.
“Do you want me to pick you up?”
I hesitated. I wasn't sure I trusted myself to not invite him up if he drove me home tonight and I didn't know if I wanted two nights in a row. That felt a bit more like a commitment than I wanted. “Why don't we meet?”
“All right,” he said amiably. “I'll text you the restaurant information.”
“That sounds great.”
I was glad he didn't linger on the phone. I had a lot to do today, not the least of which was picking out a dress for tonight and finding someone who could do something with my rat's nest of hair. I'd almost forgotten what a mess just-fucked hair could be. I really hoped it wasn't as bad when I had come in that morning as it felt now.
I also knew I had to start apartment hunting, but I could put that off until tomorrow. I'd worked my ass off this week. I deserved a little bit of fun. I kept telling myself that as I treated myself to a trip to the salon. By the time Taylor's text came in around four, I'd managed to get rid of all my previous guilt and was determined to make tonight perfect.
I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes after eight, but Taylor hadn't yet arrived. The host showed me to a secluded table in the back, then left me to admire the expensive white linen tablecloth and romantic candlelight. I was impressed. I knew Taylor didn't have much money. Getting a table like this in such a nice restaurant must've cost a fortune.
I took my phone out of my purse, figuring I might as well check my messages while I waited. That way, I'd be all caught up and could turn off my ringer, allowing Taylor and I an uninterrupted evening.
I had just finished replying to a text from Carrie telling me that she and Gavin were going to be planning a trip to LA soon when I caught movement across from me. I started to speak before I finished raising my head, “Hey, you're late...”
My voice trailed off but my mouth hung open as I saw that the man sitting across from me wasn't Taylor, but DeVon. I snapped my jaw shut, my brain scrambling for a moment before righting itself.
“What are you doing here?” I was aware that sounded rude, but to be fair, he was the one who'd just sat down, uninvited. I sat up straighter. I didn't have any reason to be polite. We weren't at work or a business dinner or anything like that. This was my personal time. “You have to go,” I said firmly. “I'm on a date.”
DeVon gave me an annoying smirk that made me want to slap him. I clenched my hands together on my lap to resist the impulse.
“I'm sorry, Krissy. I know I shouldn't intrude, but I thought you might like to know that Taylor won't be coming.”
“What?” I couldn't have heard him correctly. How the hell did he know who I was meeting? And why was it any of his business?
“He, too, is familiar with the rule about no dating between clients and agents.”
I frowned at him. Was he seriously going to pull that bullshit again? “He's not a client.”
> DeVon's smirk widened. “He is now. I just signed him.”
Continues in Vol. 2. CLICK HERE to download the complete 5 book Box Set.
Also by M. S. Parker
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Make Me Yours
The Billionaire’s Sub
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Con Man Box Set
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Indecent Encounter
Dom X Box Set
Unlawful Attraction Box Set
Chasing Perfection Box Set
Blindfold Box Set
Club Prive Box Set
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Pure Lust Box Set
Casual Encounter Box Set
Sinful Desires Box Set
Twisted Affair Box Set
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About the Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Las Vegas, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
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Acknowledgments
First, I would like to thank all of my readers. Without you, my books would not exist. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.
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