Authors: Pamela Ann
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© 2012 by Pamela Ann
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
those who struggled with love,
Lost with love
and two weeks
Do you want any
?” the dark
-eyed Spanish beauty asked.
want any more cognac
No. I’m already trashed as it is, but my mind keeps running away with thoughts of the woman who stole my heart, my soul.
Her cat-like smile
plastered on her
face while she poured
. I took a mouthful and loved the smooth burn of the expensive liquor.
Her hand caressed the
spot on my chest where
was unbuttoned. She’s obviously trying to get my attention, but I chose to ignore her. She
took my indifference as a green
light and started to hastily undo my shirt.
Hell, this woman wa
She started to kiss my neck, chest and stomach. Her tongue lingered around the edge of my trousers. I just stared at her. Waiting to see how far she’
d go to please me.
always this easy—t
lways willing to spread their legs wide open
with the exception of
I wanted more than anything.
I fell in love with but
walked away from me.
the blasted karma. My head’s been bombarded with thoughts of her
—thoughts of her
with that insipid man that she’s with. My heart squeezed as I tasted acid in my mouth.
The hell with it
she doesn’t want me then there
of women who are more than
willing to accommodate me
this harlot trying
to appease me and my moodiness, my thoughts queried sourly.
I groaned as she
undid my pants, slightly lifted my hips so she could
down. She stroked my semi-hard cock
as she sought my lips.
“No. There will be no kissing.
that fact enough.
If you’re not happy with
—you know where the door is.”
at her. H
after a few seconds
I don’t give a fuck if she stays or not.
“Whatever you want
she lowered her head to capture the head of my shaft. I released a sigh a
leaned back on the couch as she started
with her tongue.
Damn, why did I expect
it to be like
? Not only did she steal my heart, but she stole a
part of my sex life.
How will I ever be satisfied with any other woman if she was the best I’ve ever had? She gave a mean head
and when she takes you—she gave it her all
there was nowhere to go but
to get sucked in
to that soul-gripping abyss
This woman before me—
—most of them are
when it gets down to dirty business
Most women aren’
t gifted, only
some are. And let me
you—there aren’t many of them out there.
Some can be okay, some good, some great, but only a few will seriously blow your bloody fucking mind. Sienna was the bloody fucking package. And I loathe
her even more as the day goes by.
, the woman managed to g
wallet and handed Maria Reyes
Leaning back again on the
couch, I closed my eyes and thought
I heard her tear
the foil packet
she gently rolled it on my cock.
I met her two days ago at a friend’s party and she latched on like the leech that she is—but
I don’t mind that, not at all
—at least she was honest with what she’s after.
She positioned herself and straddled me and gently pressed her wet
pussy on my cock.
A soft moan escaped my lips.
I imagined it’s Sienna on me
. I imagined the night I woke up from her fucking me
that night during Chad’s show in the office.
, fucking her in the office
was blatantly hot. She became
when I held her neck while I
fucked her some
more. She didn’t mind the choking—she just took it al
We wanted each ot
her—in any imaginable way we could get it
I gripped Maria’s hips harder—feeling the intensity of my
I pictured making love to her—
gasping face as I fill her—
screaming my name—
face as she orgasms. “
” screaming her name as I came.
” Maria screech
ed as she climb
the first time this happened. It happened the night I met her and every
time we fucked—which was
in the last two days.
when I heard the front door slam
with a little quake
Not my bloody fault if she kept coming back. I didn’t mean it
really. It just happens. My mind constantly revolves around Sienna. The only time I get a hiatus is at work, but somehow she even manages to penetrate my workaholic mentality at the oddest times. Like I would be spacing out during a meeting because I’ve been thinking about her smile or how she teases me.
—always about her—and I’m bloody
mindlessly crazy with this.
When will the miserable longing stop?
I hate feeling this way.
I got up and took care of cleaning myself. I’m sure Maria left already—but not for long.
Strolling to the kitchen, I found Toby sitting with his laptop on the
black granite breakfast countertop
. “Maria?” he inquired without looking up.
” I said
“I know I’m paying you tons to do an excellent job—but it’s almost midnight—you need to stop and do that in the office.”
“Yeah, well I needed to straighten out a lot of the budget. This is such a bloody mess
” Toby mumbled and took a long sip of his beer.