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  I grin at him and he smiles back, flashing me his bright white teeth as Gab yells at him. Jesus she’s feisty. All I want is to get to this man, this enigma that won’t leave me alone tonight. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I feel like he can make me forget about what’s-his-name and the slut he cheated on me with.

  “You know what, Gab? I’ve found my fucking ride home. Thanks. Enjoy the night with these bitches.” Mr. Anonymous is taking me home. He deserves a proper ‘thank you’ from earlier.

  Shocked, he leads me out the bus and onto the sidewalk. The girls in the party eyeball us on the way by but no one says anything. I smile the bitchiest smile and wink as I walk by, not waiting for him to catch up after he has valet park his car again. He doesn’t notice my behavior towards them, but the minute he turns the corner he stops and turns to me.

  “So...where we headed?” he asks, searching my eyes again. Good Lord this man could make my night so much better.

  “Just down the street, a few blocks.” I whisper to him, then effectively stumble right into him as I attempt to start walking towards my apartment.

  His body was rigid, full of muscle, and when he grabs my arms to steady me he doesn’t push me away. Instead he brings me into him, placing my body in the perfect position to feel just how much he wants me.

  “You better learn to walk better than that, sweetheart. I’m not sure I’m able to wait until we get to your place to show you everything I want to do to you.”

  Chapter 4

  Adam

  I know I need to call this off. She is drunk, and I’m not that type of guy, right? No, I’m not, but with this girl I don’t care. Her body pushes up against mine and I swear she whimpers in my arms. Her ass looks like it would fit fucking perfectly in my hands, but I can’t exactly try that in public. No. I am Adam Callahan. I need to get out of the public’s eye before anyone figures out who I am, and what I am doing.

  She drags me the five blocks to her apartment, holding on to me for dear life the entire way. I’d love it for her to take the heels off, but the streets of Chicago are no place to be walking around barefoot.

  By the time we make it to the elevator I can’t handle it anymore, having her against me the entire walk here has made my dick so fucking hard for her I can’t take it. I need to be in her. As soon as the doors shut, I grab her and push her against the wall, pushing my body against her to show her just how much she affects me.

  “Shit, you are so fucking hot.” I growl into her as I suck at her neck, purposely leaving a mark on her brilliant white skin. My hands trail up her skirt and I smile as I realize I was right earlier; no panties. Fuck me.

  The doors ding way too soon after they closed and we race our way to her apartment. Opening the door clumsily, she throws the keys, pulls me inside, and slams the door.

  “Jesus, was this suit made specifically for you?” She gasps at the well fitted Armani suit that was, indeed, created just for me. I smile and loosen my tie.

  “Would it be a problem if it was?” I ask as I removed the tie and toss it aside.

  “No, just… Jesus that’s hot.” She says, then throws herself at me, ripping at the insanely fucking expensive suit. Thing is, at this point in the night I couldn’t give a fuck if she shredded it.

  I need skin. I need her out of that sexy as hell outfit.

  I break our kiss long enough to pull the shirt over her head, then bend down to trail kisses all over her hot-as-sin body, slowly removing her skirt from her legs. She shivers as she stands there, waiting for me to stand back up. Fuck. All she has on is her black lace bra and black ‘fuck me’ heels. Jesus Christ this woman is going to make me come before I even got to enjoy her properly,

  She purrs when I make it back to her neck, then her hands go to my belt buckle, undoing it with perfection. Soon after she has the rest of my clothes off, tracing her fingers along my muscles while nipping on my shoulder.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” I say between kissing her. She tastes so fucking sweet, her skin so damn soft.

  “No bedroom. Counter first.” She grins and pulls me to the kitchen. Fuck me, the counter?

  Pulling me into her kitchen, she hops up on the counter and pulls me to her. Fucking perfect. This fucking counter is the perfect fucking height. Dropping to my knees, I put my hands on her knees and spread her legs. Her bare pussy is damn near the best thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not a fucking hair in sight, beautiful.

  “Good Lord.” I hum as I place small kisses everywhere near the one place she wants most. Her hand comes to rest on the top of my head and she’s starting to thrust into me. Good Lord this girl is not shy at all. After what I deem enough torture, I pushed two fingers inside her and curled them up, finding that perfect fucking spot all women seemed to have.

  “Ah FUCK!” she yells out as my fingers play her. I smile, then lean in and start sucking and licking in a rhythm that was going to have her coming for the first time tonight in mere seconds. The way she responds to me is so fucking hot.

  “Oh God...Oh...Oh FUUCK!” she screams as her body convulses around my fingers.

  Not giving her any time to recoup, I stand and slam into her, taking her by complete surprise. She gasps and leans back on the counter, giving me full access to her tits. I play with her nipples and slam into her over and over.

  She suddenly tenses and her eyes fly to mine, panicked.

  “Jesus! Condom!” SHIT! How did I not think of that?! I was always fucking careful!

  “Oh my God...I’m so fucking sorry...” I started. She shook her head at me, then smiled.

  “My roommate has some.....come with me” She hops off the counter and pulls me down the hall, my fucking balls were aching from the need for release.

  “Stay here.” She whispers as she slips into a room.

  Three seconds later she is out of the room with a handful of condoms and an evil grin on her face.

  “Think we can use them all tonight?” She wiggles her eyebrows at the question. Fucking hell this woman.

  “Hell yes we can.” I take her face and taste her mouth, loving everything about her. God Damnit this girl is fucking perfect.

  She pulls me to the next door, throws it open to let us in, and then slams it behind us. I don’t even have time to look around when we get inside her room because she’s on me again, rubbing every part of her body against me in ways that make me wish this could happen every fucking night.

  Bed. We needed a bed.

  Finding a small twin size bed tucked in the corner, I pick her up by her ass, her legs wrap around me, and walk her to the bed. Laying her down, her black as night hair sprawls out across the pillow and her fucking bra is still fully intact. I have a fleeting thought that I would love to see that every day, but I don’t pay attention to it. I can’t right now.

  “Are you going to fuck me, or am I going to fall asleep waiting for you to decide?” She quips, and it makes me even more fucking hard for her.

  I crawl on top of her and enter perfectly.

  “God damnit.” I hiss as she brings her legs up and rests her ankles on my shoulders, biting her lip and grinning at me. Her pants becoming louder, I can tell just by her pussy clenching on to me that she is close to another orgasm. Instead of letting her finish again, I pull out and flip her over, inducing a hearty laugh out of her that makes my balls even tighter. Arms stretched out grabbing on to the bed posts, ass in the air waiting for me, I take my time. My hands move over her ass, enjoying the plushness of it. I lick my thumb and put the tiniest bit of pressure in a place every girl loves but not many are willing to go. She didn’t disappoint, pushing herself back on my hand. I smile, breathing heavy. So fucking hot.

  “Oh. Mmmmmm” She purrs. Jesus.

  “Like that, baby?” My voice is gravely, raspy with need.

  “Fucking yes...” She moans as she pushes back further onto my thumb. I’m not going to last with these noises she’s making. I line myself with her and quickly push in, feeling the added pressure from my thumb. D
amnit, best fucking feeling ever.

  “OH FUUUCK!!” She cries out as my thumb starts moving with the rhythm, in and out; in and out.

  I don’t last long like that, her screams drowning out my own.

  “AAAHHH!!” She screams as her second orgasm of the night rips through her.

  “FUUUUCK.” I grunt as she milks everything out of me.

  Spent, I collapse on the bed next to her. This stranger that I hadn’t met but just a few hours ago. This beautiful woman that could very possibly be everything I need. She turns to smile at me, her hair all kinds of fucked up but still incredibly fucking sexy.

  “Wow.” She gasped as she caught her breath. Yea, wow.

  “So....hi. I’m Adam Callahan.” I joke as I stare into her beautiful as fuck eyes. Eyes that scrunch up as soon as I say my name.

  “Hey...uh. I’m Annaliese. Annaliese Ryder.”

  Fuck no. I just fucked Vick Ryder’s daughter.

  Chapter 5

  Annaliese

  The light that’s coming in through my window is pissing me off. SHIT my head hurts!

  “Oh my GOD.....GABBY!!!” I yell, cringing at the loud noise. “Arrrghhhh....” I mumble as I attempt to get out of bed.

  Shit...what the hell? Why am I naked?

  OH SHIT.

  The memories of last night come back in a whirlwind, bringing all kinds of unwelcome emotions.

  Adam Callahan. Best orgasms ever. I can still feel the soreness between my legs from last night. Just the thought of it makes me wet again. I smile to myself as Gabby runs into my room.

  “What!” She is half awake, but still on full alert.

  “Sorry,” I chuckle, “I just forgot where I was for a minute.” I smile at her and she grumbles something and stumbles back to her room.

  Laughing to myself, I go out to the kitchen as quietly as I can to start the coffee. God, I am going to need a few pots of this if I’m going to make it through my final exam this morning. I turn to the counter and notice the coffee waiting for me, and the note beside it.

  “Good luck on your final.” –Adam

  Strange. I never told him about my final.

  The End

  ABOUT M DAUPHIN

  M. Dauphin lives in southern Illinois with her husband and two tiny boys. She spent five years in school to become a teacher, taught for three years, and now is a stay at home mom paying off student loans. She now spends her time chasing the kids around the house, wiping noses and changing diapers. She is an avid reader, writer, reviewer, and Facebooker (and she likes to make up her own words). She has a dog named after Chewbacca from Star Wars, and would watch the Walking Dead all day every day if allowed. Hop on over to her Facebook page to say hi, she loves making new friends. www.facebook.com/authormdauphin

  One Love To Obey

  By H.Q. Frost

  “Do we have to go?” she subtly whined while clasping a chain around her neck and adjusting the diamond pendant.

  “Yes,” he responded, standing at her side and looking into the mirror while fiddling with his tie.

  “Of all days.” She gazed at his reflection in the mirror with clear annoyance.

  “If I wasn’t partnering with Barry, we could skip the party. Would you like me to turn him down?” He briefly met her gaze.

  Slapping his hands away from the tie he was knotting, she said, “Let me.”

  He turned toward his wife, staring adoringly into her face. “Thank you.” When he leaned in for a kiss, she pulled back and scowled.

  “You’ll smear my lips.” Turning in the mirror, she pressed her maroon lips together.

  ***

  Their driver opened the back door to the Bentley, giving Mrs. Stringer an amiable smile. She returned his smile with a forced upturn of her lips. Mr. Stringer touched her elbow as she bent to get in, but when she tugged her arm away, he sighed.

  Sliding in after her, he quietly said, “I know you’re angry, Caroline. If my presence wasn’t required—”

  “Stop.” She slapped his hands away from his tie again and adjusted the Eldredge knot she perfected in the bathroom. “You’re going to ruin it.”

  The driver smirked, turning his head so Mr. Stringer didn’t see his derisive smugness.

  “I’m sorry,” he apologized for more than the tie. She shifted her posture forward.

  When the driver opened the door, Mr. Stringer slid out, holding out his hand for his wife. Placing her hand in his, he admired her deep red nail polish as she stepped out. Her lithe fingers curled around the firm muscle of his bicep that was hidden under his custom Brooks Brothers suit jacket. She gave a gentle, appreciative squeeze he wasn’t meant to notice, but he did and he turned his face to hide his smirk.

  “Derek.” A firm grip landed on his shoulder once they crossed the threshold of the yacht’s dining hall.

  “Ian.” Derek smiled, shoving his hand into Ian’s for a firm shake.

  “Caroline.” Ian leaned in to kiss her cheek. “If you ever need a job, come see me in Chicago,” he teasingly mumbled.

  “I don’t think so.” Derek chuckled, giving Ian a good natured push back and the men laughed.

  Caroline smirked with a shake of her head. “So, is Lily here, then?” She glanced around.

  “She is.” Ian nodded, pointing out Lilith across the room. “With Justin.”

  “I’m going to say hi.”

  “Drink, sweetheart?” Derek quickly asked her before she slipped away.

  “You know what I want.”

  “Red or white?”

  Ian watched Caroline’s face slightly shift to annoyance from the question.

  “Red,” she snapped.

  “Crack that whip.” Ian winked at her, then grinned at Derek.

  “You have no idea,” she teased before turning on her heel to find Lilith.

  “How’s everything on the home front, Derek? Good?” Ian adjusted the button on the cuff of his Armani jacket. “She got your balls in a vice, per usual?”

  Derek chuckled and watched Caroline stalk across the room until she reached Lilith. The women embraced and squealed making his cock stir.

  “No.” He turned back to Ian with a dry look. “She doesn’t have my balls in a vice.”

  “Come on. I’m kidding.” Ian patted his shoulder with a grin. “She’s a tough ass.” He glanced behind him toward Lilith and Caroline.

  “Who’s a tough ass?” Justin approached.

  “Caroline.” Ian smirked at him.

  Justin’s eyebrows raised and he shoved his hands into his pockets, taking half a step back. “She is a little intimidating.”

  “If you think I’m going to let you insult my wife—”

  “Lighten up.” Justin laughed, patting his shoulder in a similar way Ian did.

  “We’re just bustin’ your balls. She’s a good woman. She’s just a little stringent.”

  “I’m fuckin’ terrified of her.” Justin shamelessly shrugged. “Whips and chains and shit?” He grinned at Derek.

  “You two are dicks.” Derek quietly chuckled and looked down to avoid their inquisitive gazes.

  “Look, he’s blushing.” Justin grabbed his shoulder, jostling him.

  “Either that or she’s stiff and dry,” Ian jeered.

  “Fucking assholes,” Derek whispered with a chuckle, turning to walk away.

  “Yep, he’s not getting laid,” Justin said loud enough for Derek to hear as he wandered away for Caroline’s wine.

  “Not even birthday sex,” Ian joked, eliciting the middle finger from Derek while he wore a grin, still striding toward the bar.

  With Caroline’s drink in hand, he turned from the bar, being immediately halted by a slap to his arm that sloshed wine from the glass.

  “Hey.” Barry grinned at him. Derek sighed, annoyed by the aggressive greeting. “You about ready to sign them papers?” The smirk Barry constantly wore always made Derek uncomfortable.

  After studying Barry quickly, he looked across the room at Justin, wondering if
they were really brothers. The two were so different; Derek could handle Justin’s humor, whereas Barry wasn’t as funny as he often thought.

  Wishing he were partnering with Justin in Chicago, not with Barry in Florida at the same law firm, he asked, “Did Ian and Justin sign it over?”

  “They will,” Barry assured, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared behind Derek.

  Derek looked over his shoulder seeing Barry’s gaze was locked on Caroline.

  “I’ll catch up with you,” he quickly said, hating when Barry ogled his wife.

  “Derek!” Lilith squealed in excitement and after he handed over the wine to Caroline, he accepted Lilith’s embrace, lifting her slightly from the ground.

  “How’s Chicago?”

  “Not Florida.” Lilith giggled, then latched onto Caroline’s arm. “You guys are going to visit.”

  “We are?” He quirked his eyebrow and met Caroline’s stern gaze. “If that’s what the misses says.” He nodded, putting his hands into his pockets.

  “She did, so it’s settled,” Lilith jovially said while grinning at Caroline.

  “You have to sign those papers, you can do it in Chicago.” Caroline reached out, touching his arm.

  “If that’s what you want to do.” He nodded, focusing on her lips.

  “I want to see Lily, and” Both her arms went around his forearm as she stepped closer. “It’d be a nice vacation.”