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  She was just pulling her camisole over her head when Christian appeared. “You’re up,” he said and then frowned, “and dressed. Why are you dressed?”

  “I—I have to go. I have clients I need to take care of,” she said stiffly. She made the mistake of looking at him, and she nearly choked on her tongue. He was standing in front of her, wearing nothing but what she had determined had become his trademark paint-stained jeans. These jeans were faded to almost white with giant holes ripped in the left thigh and one on the right knee. The top button was unfastened as if he’d dressed in a hurry. The jeans hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V cut of his muscles. It was that particular cut that had always been her weakness. She slowly brought her eyes up, over the dips and valleys of his muscles and to his neck. His jaw was covered in just the right amount of stubble—stubble she remembered all too well scraping against her soft flesh as he kissed, licked and sucked his way over every inch of her body.

  His sandy blond hair fell, unbound, to his shoulders. One side was tucked behind his ear as he stared at her with curious blue eyes. Her insides began to quiver, and a dull throb began in her jeans. Her body was gearing up for another round, anything but a good idea.

  “Are you sure about that?” he asked as he bit his bottom lip and took a step closer to her.

  Amy jumped and held up her hand, backing away. “N-no. I need to go. I just want to get my things, and I’ll be on my way.”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve not paid your debt completely.”

  Amy’s face blanched. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I have four pieces of your art. Thousands of dollars lost because of you ruining my party. Add that in with the pretty penny I paid for those treasures. I’d say you’ve only paid about a quarter of your debt to me.”

  Amy’s eyes grew round. “Are you kidding me? I—I’m not going to be your booty call whenever the hell you have an itch you can’t scratch.”

  He wasn’t at all fazed by her words; instead, it only seemed to amuse him further. He threw his head back and laughed loudly, revealing his straight white teeth.

  “You know what, go screw yourself,” she snapped as she scooped her shoes off the floor, not bothering to put them on before walking to the stairs.

  “Do you want these?” Christian said from behind her.

  Amy whirled around and saw her red lace panties dangling from his finger, his blue eyes glimmering with mischief.

  “Asshole,” she snapped as she all but ran down the stairs. As she made her way through the front of the gallery she could hear his loud laughter following her.

  When she was in the safety of her car she let out a loud scream and a round of curses that would make a sailor blush. When she was done she jabbed the key into the ignition and sped out of the parking lot, gravel spraying out dangerously behind her.

  ***

  “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” Amy said, glaring at her sister, who was sprawled out in the middle of Amy’s bed.

  Carrie pushed herself up on her elbows, trying unsuccessfully to get her mirth under control. She’d been laughing so hard that tears were rolling down her cheeks. “Aims, what the hell is the big deal? I mean seriously. Did you not just say it was the best sex you’d ever had?”

  “Yeah,” she said, begrudgingly.

  “Did he hurt you?”

  “Not in any way that I didn’t want to be,” she said. It was a good thing she and her sister were so close because if she didn’t have someone to talk to about the things that had happened last night, Amy was pretty sure she would have exploded. As it were, she was already humiliated, thinking that something was horribly wrong with her for wanting to have those things done to her. Thankfully Carrie had told her it was actually more common and natural that she thought. She’d even gone so far as to inspect the bruises and bites on Amy’s shoulders.

  “He definitely knows what he’s doing,” she said as she inspected the purpling marks.

  “Do I even want to know how you know if he did it correctly?”

  Carrie shrugged and studied her expensive manicure. “I was with a Dom once. It was the best fucking year of my life.”

  Absently, Amy rubbed her slightly bruised wrists and frowned. “He has my art, Care. How in the hell am I supposed to deal with that?”

  “Listen, I have a feeling that Christian is just messing around with you, trying to have fun. If you push him hard enough and let him know that you’re not interested, then he’ll give it back.”

  Amy grunted. “Somehow I seriously doubt that.”

  “There is always the option of doing what he asks,” she said with a sly grin.

  Amy looked up and shook her head. “Are you kidding me? I don’t know who the hell he is.”

  “And yet that didn’t stop you from letting him smack your ass and ride you four ways until Sunday,” Carrie said, arching one of her brows.

  Amy flushed at her sister’s crudeness but knew she had one hell of a valid point. She opened her mouth to protest but snapped it shut.

  “What about the shady conversation I overheard with some guy named Amar, hmm? Christian is hiding something,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

  Carrie slid from the bed and began to pull on her red pumps. “For shit’s sake, Aims, of course he is. We all have secrets.”

  “I don’t,” Amy said, defensively.

  Carrie gave a rather unladylike snort. “You mean to tell me that you would tell one of your clients that you like being tied up while a beautiful man spanks your ass raw while humping you like a dirty little whore.”

  Amy’s cheeks flushed brightly. “Sheesh, Carrie,” she muttered. Even though it was her sister who had said it, she was getting a rather vivid mental picture. Christian kneeling behind her, spreading her ass apart while teasing her slit with the tip of his massive cock. She swallowed.

  Her sister’s chuckle brought her attention back forward. “What?” she asked innocently.

  “You were totally just thinking about banging him again.”

  “I. . . what? No! I was not,” she protested lamely.

  “I love you, baby sister, but you’ve got to start opening up and allowing yourself to have fun. Robert held you back for so long. I have a feeling that if you truly let yourself go, you’ll find that you’re completely different.”

  Amy let what her sister said sink in a little bit. Finally she had to admit that what Carrie had said was right. “Do you?”

  “Do I what?” Carrie leaned over Amy’s vanity and plucked up a tube of brand new lipstick.

  “Have a secret?”

  Carrie pursed her lips and smeared the deep purple color along her full mouth before regarding her sister through her reflection.

  “I don’t know if you can handle one of my secrets,” she said.

  “Carrie! Please! It will make me feel better, make me feel like something’s not wrong with me.”

  Turning and leaning a hip against the low dresser, a slow smile curved on Carrie’s mouth. “Fine. Let’s just say men aren’t the only people on my list,” she said slyly.

  It took a minute before what she was saying finally struck Amy. “Carrie. You mean you . . .?” She couldn’t even finish the statement.

  “Yes, Amy, I fuck women as well. And you want to know what. I sometimes do several men and women at the same time.”

  The only thing she could do was stare at her sister, wide eyed. They’d been close, but she was quickly wondering if there was a line that should never have been crossed.

  “Don’t knock it till you try it, sister dear. There is just something about the way a soft pussy and a set of . . .”

  “OKAY! OKAY!” Amy practically shouted holding her hands up for her sister to stop.

  Carrie doubled over and when she finally stood back up she was laughing so hard tears were rolling down her cheeks.

  “What do you find so funny?” Amy asked, affronted that her sister was laughing at her.

/>   “You. Honey, lighten up. I’m just playing with you.”

  “You mean you don’t sleep with women.”

  Carrie lifted a shoulder. “Every once in a great while I have a threesome with one of the guys I’m seeing, but it’s been a long time since it’s happened. It’s fun and exciting, but honestly I prefer a nice thick cock.”

  Amy couldn’t help give sigh of relief. “You had me scared. I was afraid I was going to have to sign you up for a twelve-step program or something.

  “Nah. But I was being serious. Not everyone is Robert. They aren’t all set out to hurt you. Did it ever cross your mind that Christian might actually like being with you?”

  “After one night?”

  “Something tells me that, that one night was more epic than any night you’ve ever had.”

  She wasn’t far from off about that.

  “Anyhow, I need to get going, the husband is going to be in tonight, need to make sure the house is guy-free.”

  Amy laughed. “Sure. Thanks Care.”

  Carrie folded her baby sister into her arms and kissed her temple. “You’re going to make it through this divorce with Robert. You’re lost right now. Let Christian help you find your way.”

  Tears filled Amy’s eyes at her sister’s words, but she didn’t allow them to fall.

  After Carrie was gone, Amy grabbed her laptop and went into her office to go over some designs for a few clients. A few hours and a bottle of wine later she was picking up her phone and sending a text. She knew better, but her head was warm with wine and she was feeling more than a little bold.

  Hi

  Okay so maybe she wasn’t feeling a bold as she thought as her thumb hovered over the screen. She tapped the delete button and chewed on her bottom lip as she retyped the message.

  What are you wearing?

  She let out a groan and erased the text once more. Finally she typed one more message.

  Hey, what’s going on?

  “There, totally noncommittal,” she said as she hit send.

  She put the phone down and went back to work. She drank a couple more glasses of wine and picked up her phone to check and make sure she hadn’t left it on silent. Nope. The ringer was up as loud as it could go.

  “It’s just one message. Stop, he’s not ignoring you,” she chided herself.

  She put her phone down and went to grab another bottle of wine before returning to her list of clients and their demands. As the hours wilted away, she became so engrossed in her work and her wine that she actually forgot about Christian.

  Around one o’clock she decided to call it a night. Her head was already feeling a little light. Stretching her arms high above her head, she stretched her aching muscles. She rolled her neck from side to side, trying to work the kinks out from having sit in the same position for so long. She’d just switched off her desk lamp when her phone chirped, nearly scaring her out of her skin.

  “Jeesh, get a hold of yourself,” she muttered as she grabbed her phone from the desk. The screen lit up the room. Amy’s heart did a little dance when she saw the blinking message from Christian. Maybe he wasn’t ignoring her, or what if he was with someone else and couldn’t get to the phone. What if someone else had been cuffed to his bed?

  “You’re being paranoid,” she scolded herself.

  She looked at the screen again and chuckled at the name he’d entered for himself under contacts.

  Sexy Artist: Hey!

  She frowned, but considered the amount of wine she’d had.

  Me: Seriously?!

  The phone chirped almost immediately.

  Sexy artist: What?!

  She looked at the first time she’d texted him and realized it had been over seven hours since she’d texted.

  Me: I txt you seven hours ago and all I get back is hey?!

  Sexy Artist: I was sleeping. Y, ya miss me? ;)

  She rolled her eyes.

  Me: Nope.

  Sexy Artist: Liar!

  Me: Haven’t talked to you in a while.

  Sexy Artist: You DO miss me!

  Me: You really need to get over yourself.

  Sexy Artist: I’d let you get over me, better yet, under me!

  Amy’s cheeks flushed and heat spread through her body. Her thumbs hovered over her screen as she toyed with the idea of dirty talk via text message. A slow smile tugged at her lips as she typed two simple words.

  Me: Oh yeah?

  Like the others, it didn’t take long for a reply.

  Sexy Artist: OHHH YEAH! I can’t stop thinking about the way your pussy felt around my dick while I was buried inside you.

  Amy’s nipples tightened and her temperature began to rise. Her mouth parted, and she licked her dry lips. She was about to respond when another message chimed through.

  Sexy Artist: What are you wearing?

  Me: cliché much?

  Sexy Artist: What. Are. You. Wearing!!!

  She looked down because, honestly, she’d forgotten what she’d put on.

  Me: yoga pants and a tank top.

  Sexy Artist: panties?

  Me: Nope.

  Sexy Artist: Mmm. I wanna lick that pussy again. You tasted so good.

  The dull ache between her thighs turned into a full on throb. She sat back down in her chair because her legs had turned to jelly. She blew out a breath, feeling a little bolder.

  Me: I liked the way your tongue felt inside my pussy but do you know what I loved more?

  Sexy Artist: ?

  Me: The taste of your cock as you fucked my throat!

  Sexy Artist: Fuck, Amy. I’m so hard!

  She continued.

  Me: Mmm, do you know what I want you to do to me?! I want you to tie me up again and fuck me so hard I can’t walk for days. I want to feel that huge cock pounding my pussy until I scream.

  The alcohol was making her braver than she’d ever been. She’d never even talked in such a manner with her husband. It was nerve-wracking while at the same time—she was learning—a giant orgasmic turn on. There was a couple minutes’ pause before he messaged back.

  Sexy Artist: I’m going to fuck that cunt with my tongue as you sit that sweet pussy on my face.

  Moisture seemed to explode from her, soaking her yoga pants. Her inner walls were clenching, trying to find relief from the insane amount of desire that was beginning to pour through her. If he kept talking to her like, that all she would have to do is cross her legs and she would come.

  Me: I’m so wet.

  Even as she typed it out, she moaned softly. She was turned on more than she’d ever thought possible.

  Sexy Artist: Get. Here. NOW!!!!!!!

  She frowned.

  Me: I can’t. Two bottles of wine.

  Sexy Artist: Take a cab. My bike is in the shop!

  He rode a motorcycle. Holy balls, was there anything else hotter about him that she was missing? The little whispering angel that appeared on her shoulder began to tsk at her. She shouldn’t be going to see him. Christian was bad news. He was hiding something from her. All he really wanted was sex. It wasn’t good on her fragile ego because as soon as it was over, she knew—even though she denied it—she would be crushed. There were probably at least three dozen reasons why she should just say goodnight and not even go down that road again.

  The little devil on her shoulder appeared. He’s hot. He can fuck like a jackhammer pounding at miles of asphalt. He has made you come more times in one night than you did the entire time you were with Robert.

  Her phone chirped and vibrated in her hand.

  Sexy Artist: Hello?

  Sexy Artist: You there?

  Me: Be there in fifteen.

  She searched for a twenty-four hour cab company and quickly called. As luck would have it, there was one already in the neighborhood and it would be there in five minutes, giving her no time to change or anything.

  “Oh well,” she said as she slipped on her shoes and made her way to the front porch. The fresh air felt good as the balmy
breeze touched her sweat-dampened body. Her nipples were straining against her shirt. She hadn’t even bothered putting on a bra. Thankfully the driver was a woman.

  Amy slipped into the back seat and spouted the address. As she rode in silence she tapped her fingers nervously on her lap. Thankfully she was already a good way to getting drunk or she would have talked herself out of the late night booty call.

  Ten minutes later the cab pulled to a stop in front of the warehouse.

  “Are you sure about this, sweetie? It looks kind of dangerous,” the cab driver said as she looked out the window at the dark and imposing building.

  Amy chuckled, touched by the woman’s concern. “Yeah, it’s actually an art gallery. My friend lives in the back.”

  “Okay then.”

  Amy paid the fare and quickly made her way to the front door. No sooner had she stepped through the entrance than a pair of hands shot out of the shadows and pulled her roughly back. Her back landed against the hard wall of Christian’s chest, and she could feel his hot breath on her ear. That wasn’t the only thing she could feel. His proud erection was pressing urgently against her ass.

  “Anxious to see me?” she purred.

  Christian’s hands snaked up through her hair as he pulled her head sharply back. He crushed his mouth to hers and she moaned. His hand slipped down the front of her pants and into her slickness.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said against her mouth.

  “I told you,” she said as she began to roll her hips against his hand.

  “I want to make you come right now. I want to hear you scream,” he growled as he released her and spun her around. He made quick work of her clothes, nearly tearing them from her body in haste. She didn’t care because her hands roamed over his naked body hungrily.

  He pushed her against the wall and squatted down in front of her. Before she could register what was happening, he was lifting her from the floor, draping her legs over her shoulders. She was about to protest, but her ability to speak quickly vanished as his face became buried within the walls of her pussy. She clutched around her and found a pipe overhead, so she clung to it with one hand as she twined the fingers of her other hand tightly into his hair, pushing his face deeper into her slit.