A Piece of Me (7 page)

Without exhibiting any of the
hesitation she’d shown before when dealing with his dick, she
opened her mouth wide and closed it around his head as she began
squeezing and pumping his shaft.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! The word
exploded over and over in his mind as he slammed his palms against
the back shower wall in front of him.

Giving him no peace and launching him
straight into insanity, Amana sucked him, taking only a few inches
of his cock into her mouth as she glided it along her tongue. A
superb tongue that waved up and down in some type of titillating
trick she performed. That same delectable appendage swirled around
the crown and flirted with the sensitive area below. When she
squeezed his dick and stroked it from base to her mouth and flicked
her wicked tongue over the small split at the tip, it took every
ounce of his strength not to come.

As pleasant as it would have been to
release in her mouth, it wouldn’t benefit them in the quest to
conceive.

“
Stop,” he
shouted.

Releasing him instantly, she stared up
at him, question and doubt clouding her eyes. At the moment, he
didn’t have time to explain, he needed to be inside of her. Pulling
her up, he turned her to face the side wall and stood behind her.
Once she was in position with her hands flat on the tile, her
stance wide and her ass pushed out towards him, he angled his dick
to her pussy. Slow and steady, he entered her, knowing she could
take all of him, however still taking care not to hurt her, he
didn’t stop until he was fully encased by her wet walls.

Pulling out and leaving only the tip
inside, he grabbed her ass cheeks spread them wide not wanting
anything to obstruct his view as he began to thrust his hips
forward.

In and out, he fucked her hard, loving
the sound of her screams of passion reverberating off the tile as
much as seeing her thick cream glistening on his shaft. This was
his woman. Even if just for the moment, or just for the night, he
would imprint himself in her. Claim her body--if not her
heart.

She climaxed, her back bowing as her
form quaked before him. No longer needing to hold back his own
release, he met her at the end of ecstasy’s rainbow.

~YH~

Amana’s body was tender and thoroughly
loved as she came once again. In the dark she lay nude on her side
with a bare Neal curled along her back and his hand between her
thighs. This time, he hadn’t taken his own pleasure, just stroked
her gently until an orgasm broke from her. As her body returned
from the clouds, she heard him whisper, “Sleep now.”

She would have thought he’d remove his
hand, but he didn’t. She drifted off to sleep with his finger lying
along her slit and embraced by her labia.

~YH~

With the first rays of dawn pushing
the darkness from the room, she awoke with his kiss along her neck
and shoulder.

He continued a path down her spine,
once he licked the scar from her surgery.

She shivered.

Once he returned, lightly kissing her
neck again, he whispered, “One more time, sweetheart; before the
new day takes this away.”

Following his urging, she rolled to
her back and parted her thighs. As the sun rose higher in the
eastern sky bringing the end to their affair a little closer, she
held on to the man moving inside of her.

They made love slowly and whispered
words of pleasure, no promises. This was it and Amana knew it. The
last time she’d feel Neal inside of her. The last time he would
hold her.

Her toes curled and her fingernails
dug deep into his back as she arched against him, loving the feel
of his thick length thrusting inside of her. The moments stretched
into minutes and the minutes grew as they continued to writhe on
the sheets, holding each other tight--one giving, the other
taking.

Her heart ached, she didn’t want this
to end, but knew it had to. One night and a baby was all it was
meant to be. Love was not a part of the equation. However, at that
moment she would have gladly delayed the child for Neal’s
love.

Pressing her face into the strong
muscles of his neck, she came hard. Her body shuddered, an
accompanying echo of the release of the man holding her as silent
tears spilled from her eyes.

Tumbling to his back, he pulled her
with him. She laid there and took in the needed breath to calm
herself. It was time to go.

Once she’d regained control of her
emotions, she got up, giving him her back. “I need to shower before
I go.” She dragged the sheet to her chest.

“
Do you want me to come
with you?” There was a tension to his voice that she didn’t
understand.

But she couldn’t worry about how Neal
was feeling the morning after when her mind was a mess. “No.” she
stood up, taking the sheet with her, feeling as if she needed the
shield, the comfort.

“
Amana, this--”

She bent over, swiped her dress from
the floor and rushed into the bathroom, not wanting to hear his
words. What could he say? “This was fun”…”This was amazing”…. “This
night should have produced a baby”? All of that was true and none
of it made her feel any better.

Locking the door, she stared at the
mirror before her. In it, she saw a woman who had been loved
thoroughly and had found a passion inside herself that she never
knew existed. In the eyes of the woman staring back at her, was the
realization that she had altered her life forever. Even if a baby
had not been conceived.

~YH~

Neal lay in the bed, trying to figure
out what happened in the span of three minutes. One minute he was
holding Amana’s supple body in his arms and the next she was moving
away from him. Why did it feel like it wasn’t only physically as
she clung to the sheet as if it were her lifeline, but emotionally
there seemed to be a gulf growing between them? How was it that
they could spend all night making love to each other and have so
much distance now?

Sitting up, he balanced his elbow on a
raised knee and listened to the steady spray of the shower. Even if
he had been tempted to join her, hearing the click of the lock into
place was like a gun going off in the room declaring she wanted to
be alone.

Getting up from the bed, he pulled on
his pants; he’d shower when she was done. Going to the hotel phone,
he called down to have her keys brought up. Dan would have left
them at the front desk. Then he made a second call on his cell to
Dan to have him come and pick him up.

He placed his cell back on the
nightstand and began to gather his clothes and toss them on the
bed. Beneath the bed skirt, purple lace winked at him. Reaching
underneath the short drape, he removed Amana’s panties. Her
delicate purple panties that he’d had the pleasure of removing.
Knowing what she wore under her clothing now was going to drive him
crazy at work. He had no doubt that he’d be playing images of her
in passion for a long time to come.

The bathroom door opened and Amana
stepped out dressed in the gown. Lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t
even heard the shower turn off. Now she stood barely out of the
bathroom door and stared at him. To him she looked more beautiful
in the dress now with her fresh face sans make-up and her thick
hair, wet from her shower now pulled back in a braid.

“
I left you half the bottle
of mouth wash,” she announced.

“
Thanks.”

“
May I have those?” She
gestured towards him.

At first he wasn’t sure what she was
talking about, until he looked down and realized he was still
holding her panties. Moving around the bed, he placed them in her
hand. “Are you alright?

“
Never better.” A smile
pulled the corners of her mouth, brilliant and wide, but it didn’t
radiate from her brown eyes.

He frowned. He really wanted them to
sit down and talk. “What’s the game plan?”

She brushed passed him and walked to
the dresser. Once there she picked up her silver purse and stuffed
the underwear inside and snapped the purse shut. “No, plan. We go
back to how things were before last night.” Turning, she faced him.
“The only thing we can do is wait.”

Go back to the way things
were?
To Neal that felt like an
insurmountable task when all he wanted to do was to pull her in his
arms and hold her. “Look, we--”

There was a knock at the door with the
words ‘room service’ called out.

Neal crossed to the door, pulled it
open and took the envelope containing Amana’s keys, then pulled his
wallet out of his pocket to tip the woman. Once he handed Amana the
pouch, he said, “Like I was saying. We can talk more once I get out
of the shower.”

She remained silent and glanced away
from him, staring out of the window as she’d done the night before
when they arrived. As if outside of the room things could not be
the same between them. Bullshit, he wanted to yell.

Turning to the bathroom, he started
walking towards it, when her voice stopped him.

“
There’s nothing for us to
talk about, Neal.”

Pivoting back, seeing her
put her heels on, he moved to her. “Of course there is.” There had
to be… he couldn’t have had a night like last night and there not
be
something
that
needed to be discussed.

Rising from the side of the bed, she
stood tall before him. “What? What is there to say, that we didn’t
cover last night?”

He took hold of her shoulders. She
didn’t pull away, but he could feel the tension in her body. “Just
wait until I get out of the shower.”

“
I can’t. I have to go home
and change. There are things I need to take care of this
morning.”

“
Like what?” He felt
helpless, wanting to keep her in this room and with him, but not
having any control to do it.

“
Like the employee dinner
tonight. I need to make some last minute calls to ensure everything
is set up correctly.”

“
Can’t you do that from
here?” His thumbs caressed the smooth skin of her shoulders and the
small shudder in her body didn’t escape him.

Giving him a small smile, she said,
“No, sir. I can’t.”

Shit. It was the tone she used to say
sir, it was all business. The voice she always used when she was
around him, before last night. Pulling her to his chest, he lowered
his head and kissed her. Nothing deep, he just allowed his lips to
rest against hers for a moment. If wishes could be made by kisses,
he would have hoped to turn back the hands of time one day--24
fucking hours to do over again.

If he had it to do all over again, he
was sure there were things he would have said. Something he could
have said. Because there had to be something he should have said
that would have changed the outcome of this morning. Anything that
would close the distance that had resumed between them. However, he
had agreed, one night then things would return to the way they had
been between them.

When the kiss ended, there was a
shadow that passed through her eyes, but was gone seconds before
she stepped away. “I’ll see you on Monday, Mr.
Stephens.”

“
Damn it,” he exploded.
“You’re not even out the door yet, can’t you at least call me
Neal?”

Her eyes glistened in the rays of the
sun, but she was too far for him to tell if they were tears or just
a trick of the sun. “Bye, Neal.” With that, she exited the
room.

Fuck, hearing her tell him good-bye so
personally made it worse.

~YH~

Amana refused to cry as she rode the
elevator to the lobby and quickly hustled out of the side door to
the parking garage. She was a big girl. She had gone into this
night with her mind clear and fully comprehending what she was
getting herself into. Looking down at the envelope, she read the
note on the back of it from Dan, Neal’s driver, indicating what
level and spot her car was parked in.

As she headed to her car, she thought
about all the times Dan had driven her and Neal to various business
functions or to the airport on corporate trips and what the man
thought about last night. She was sure the driver knew they weren’t
going from the restaurant to another event at the hotel; which
meant Dan understood why he’d dropped his employer and his
assistant at the Westin with instructions to take the rest of the
night off.

Dan would be the first of many by the
time the baby was born who would figure out that a lot more than
business was between her and Neal.

No, Mr.
Stephens
. Regardless of what the man still
in the suite believed, it was best to put the fence back up as soon
as possible. Even if it was a little wobbly now.

A deal was a deal.

Chapter 6

Neal strutted into his office in the
early afternoon and found it odd that Amana wasn’t at her desk.
He’d had an early meeting with some developers in Kannapolis trying
to look at the best place to open another design lab. Normally, he
would have taken Amana with him, but in the last two weeks she’d
made up one excuse after another not to join him at meetings and
functions outside of the office.