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  “You’re a pyscho-bitch!”

  “Or maybe I just want you so badly. Maybe I’m risking everything to be close to you. It’s all your fault really. You pushed me to this.” I ran the scissors down his stomach. “Johnny wants to come out and play.” I snipped the fabric on his silk boxers. “I don’t care if you think I’m crazy. I don’t care if I go to prison or whatever. I’ve been dreaming about this cock for so long. You’re going to fuck me, Mr. Gordon.” I tugged the shreds of the material away, exposing his jutting organ. “Oh, you’re more than ready.” I threw the scissors on the floor and straddled him, knowing I was so wet that he would slide inside of me without a problem. I felt him at my entrance. “Omigod,” I groaned. I gazed at him, transfixed by the hostile need in his eyes.

  “Don’t do it.”

  “It’s too late now.” I lowered on his magnificent tool, letting it slide into my womanhood. “Oh, God…yes…” I dug my fingers into his stomach, kneading the firm flesh. “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me.” I drove my hips low and sharp, rubbing against him, my clit brushing his pelvis. Just knowing that the object of my obsession was now inside of me could have triggered an instant orgasm. I brushed aside the tingling, forcing the feeling to recede. I wouldn’t be able to hold it off forever, because this joining was just too good. “Oh…send me to prison. I so don’t care.” He’d closed his eyes. I dropped to his chest, covering his mouth with my lips. “Kiss me, James. Kiss me.” He hadn’t turned his face away, and I used the opportunity to invade his mouth, savoring the taste of him. My hips continued to thrust, over and over, while the kiss deepened. To my sheer delight, he began to respond. “Oh-my-God-James!”

  The orgasm that I had tried to hold off ripped through my system as our tongues battled. I knew he could feel me trembling, the muscles in my pussy contracting around him. I fucked him harder, hoping that he would join me, but he remained lodged deeply, his cock pulsing. Would he deny me the satisfaction of his orgasm? I rode him for quite some time, his stifled groans reaching my ears, but he would not spend himself. An idea formed in the sordid caverns of my mind.

  “You’re playing hard to get, aren’t you?” He opened his eyes to glare at me. “I’m going to make you cum, you dirty boy. You’re really the pervert here. You like to have control over your little playthings, don’t you? You like to call the shots. Did you have an overbearing mother? Did she hover and smother? Is that why you have to dominate women?”

  “Go to hell.” There was a slight tick in his cheek.

  “I’m right, aren’t I?” I got off the bed and dug around in the duffle bag, retrieving lubrication. “That’s okay. I’m going to thoroughly skin your cat, buddy, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it.” He eyed me warily, noting the tube of lubrication. “What will I do with this?” I leaned over him, staring into his eyes, enjoying his discomfort. His cock was as hard as a steel pole, and leaking profusely. I unscrewed the top and squirted out a liberal amount of gel. I made quick work, rubbing the salve over my anus. “Oh, yeah. That’s where you’re going. This baby’s about to pop.”

  He swallowed visibly. “You’ve dug your grave pretty deep.”

  “Oh, dear. Are you suing my dead mother also? Do you have ties to the mob? Are they gonna bust my kneecaps? Pull out my fingernails? Hum?” I grasped his cock, positioning it beneath me. “If this doesn’t work, I’ll suck you till I’m blue in the face.” I felt him breach the tight bands of my hole, stretching me to impossible breadths. This position allowed me to slowly ease down on him, taking a tiny portion at a time. Whatever discomfort I felt was quickly forgotten, as he stroked me deeply, his cock lodged in my anal cavity. I held nothing back, fucking him senseless, driving low and deep. A look of pain etched across his features. He was fighting his orgasm. He refused to give in, and I refused to let up, working him like the possessed woman I was. “Oh, God,” I breathed. “Do it! I know you want to. Cum in me!”

  “Fuck you!”

  “Fine,” I laughed. “I can do this all night.” My breasts bounced and jiggled with the motion of my hips. The friction of our bodies had created a layer of perspiration between us. I rode him like a bull at the rodeo, digging my fingertips into his belly and bouncing over him, driving that shaft in even deeper. “Oh, God, James. It’s so good.” The pressure was immense. My sensitive clit was so swollen it brushed against his pelvis, igniting a distracting tingling. A second orgasm was a distinct possibility.

  “No!” His handsome facial features were pinched in agony.

  “Oh, yes.” Triumph soared through me; the thrill of victory was at hand. He wouldn’t be able to hold it off much longer. I tweaked his nipples, pulling on them and twisting them with little remorse.

  He fought against his restraints, rattling the chains. “You fucking bitch!” He threw his head back and groaned. His hips bucked up to try to dislodge me, but I squeezed him between my thighs, holding him in place.

  “James!” I was breathless from working him, my bottom smarting with the effects of his cock. Reaching behind me, I grasped his balls, pulling the soft sacs away from his body. “Oh, fuck me, James. Ooohhh…” I shuddered with pleasure, the orgasm forcing my head back.

  “Goddammit!” He thrust upwards, stiffening. He jetted his seed into my anal cavity, flooding me with heat.

  “I got you now, Mr. Gordon.” A wicked smile lit my eyes. I lay on his chest, exhausted, yet happy beyond measure. I listened to his heart beating, relishing the contact. I kissed his neck, tasting the saltiness of his perspiration. This might be the last time I was ever this close to him. His diminishing cock slid out of my ass. I moved hair away from his forehead. “Are you really mad?”

  “Untie me.”

  “Kiss me.”

  “No.”

  “It might be asking a lot, considering everything that’s happened, but can we date?” He snorted in reply. “I’d like to be with you…get to know you.”

  “You’re outta your goddamned mind.”

  I threaded my fingers through his hair, feeling perspiration. “Why not?”

  “I’m going to ruin you, remember?”

  “As far as I can tell you’re not dating anyone.”

  “Untie me.”

  I stared at him for a long moment, knowing this was the end. There was nothing else I could do or say that would make any difference now. I had expected his rejection, but to actually hear it was disheartening. I slid from the bed, snatching the robe off the carpet. Tears threatened, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself anymore than I had already. I disappeared into the bathroom, washing up and dressing quickly. I had realized my obsession tonight, but now I felt nothing but grief and depression. Some warped part of my mind thought that once we had made love he would profess his desire to be with me. I’m a damn fool. I braced myself before leaving the room.

  He stared at me as I approached the bed. “Get these fucking things off.” He pulled on the binds.

  “Goodbye, Mr. Gordon.” I stepped from the room feeling horrible. I had gotten what I wanted tonight. I had conquered the beast and won, but why did it feel like I had just lost? I brushed past Cale and his co-worker. “You can untie him now.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I expected the police at my door that evening. When they didn’t come, I thought they would arrive in the morning. That didn’t happen either. I anticipated them at the clinic the next day. There was no sign of them. As the days wore on and I remained a free woman, I wondered about the ruin that Mr. Gordon had threatened. My funds continued to flow, the accounts were all open, the patients streamed in, and life went on, as if nothing extraordinary had happened. I spent my evenings with the remote in one hand, potato chips in another, and tears in my eyes. I thought assuaging my obsession and feeding it everything it wanted would make it go away, but the opposite had occurred. I found myself craving that man, even more now than ever.

  Why hasn’t he arrested me yet?

  What the hell is going on?

  Chapter Nine
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br />   I was late meeting my sister at a bar on North Michigan Avenue. I had not received the confirmation call regarding the bi-weekly meeting with Mr. Gordon, and I wasn’t surprised. I guess that’s over. Never being able to see him again would be punishment enough, I supposed. I glanced out the window of the cab, not really seeing the cars or the people. They were an amalgamation of colorful smears, blurring before my eyes. Life had continued on around me…but I was stuck.

  You’re gonna need a shrink, Gretchen. You’ve dug yourself in good.

  Shut up.

  Emily was flying back to Honduras tomorrow, and this would be our last night together. I struggled to put on a game-face, hiding the depression behind a happy-looking veneer. After paying the cabby, I stepped into the street, the smell of coffee with a hint of sewer assailing me. The establishment I entered was decorated with darkly paneled walls and draped in velvety purple curtains. It was packed with locals and tourists. My eyes focused on the bar, finding the woman I was looking for, sipping a drink. I waded through the noisy throng to reach her.

  Her eyes lit up. “Hey, you!” She slid from the stool and hugged me.

  “Hi, Em.”

  “Took you long enough.”

  “Sorry.” She was two years younger and far more attractive than me, or at least I thought so. She’d poured her lithe frame into a slinky dress that ended above the knees. “What are you having?”

  “Apple martini.”

  The bartender came over. “What can I get you?”

  “A mimosa.” He nodded and reached for a champagne bottle. I eyed my sister. “So, you ready to go back?”

  “Yep.”

  “Not tired of the jungle?”

  “Nope.”

  “You’re nuts.”

  “We’re both nuts. But you knew that.”

  The bartender handed me the drink. “Thanks.” I had a sip, enjoying the fruity carbonation.

  “So what’s going on? Something’s been bugging you.”

  I sighed. “Guy problems.”

  “You gonna spill the beans, or am I gonna have to get out my crystal ball?”

  I stared at the liquor bottles against the wall. “I’m such a fuck up. I can’t do anything right.”

  “What are you talking about? You made the clinic in Santa Rita happen. You opened one downtown and another’s on the way. What the hell? How does that make you a fuck up?”

  “My life’s in the shithole.”

  “Well, so’s mine. It’s all work and no play. The right guy will come along. You hang in there.”

  “I found him.”

  “Yeah?” A shapely brow lifted.

  “He hates me. He’s…weird.” My shoulders slumped, and the happy veneer faltered. “I’m always attracted to the weirdos.”

  “What happened?”

  “He’s…er…kinky.”

  “Oh, Jesus, now what? Is he like that guy who lived with his sister in the basement?”

  I nearly choked on my drink. “No! Oh, God. I’d totally forgotten about that creep.” I hit her shoulder lightly. “Ugh. Did you have to bring him up?”

  “That was a real winner,” she laughed. Several interested male gazes turned to observe Emily.

  “No. He’s just eccentric. I screwed it up…well, I never really had a chance.”

  “What’s he look like?”

  “He’s so…intense. Charismatic.” I shrugged. “He’s just awesome, but I don’t really know him.”

  “Tall, dark hair, mid-thirties?”

  “Yeah. How’d you guess?”

  “That guy over there’s staring at you.” She pointed behind my head.

  I glanced over my shoulder, recognizing the man standing by the doorway. “Oh, shit!”

  “Is that him?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Looks like he’s found you.”

  “Oh, my God.” Would I be arrested now? I didn’t see the police. It looked like he was alone. “I don’t know what he’s doing here. Must be coincidence.” Or the beginning of a nightmare.

  “Um-hum.” Emily sipped her cocktail.

  “He’s coming over!” My first instinct was to hide behind the bar, but it was too late.

  “The Fox sisters,” he said evenly. “It’s good to meet you, Emily.” He held out his hand. Here was the man who would not shake my hand when we first met. I’m sorry. I don’t shake hands...

  “I’ve heard about you. You provide our funding. Thank you so much. Your generosity is greatly appreciated.”

  His attention was on me. “I need to speak with Gretchen, if you don’t mind. My car’s waiting.”

  Emily winked. “Looks like you’ll be going then.” I stared at him dumbfounded while my sister hugged me. “Call me tomorrow before my flight. He’s gorgeous,” she whispered.

  “He’ll probably take me to the police station.” He had overheard every word I said.

  “No he won’t, silly,” Emily laughed. “Always such a ham.” She gave me a look.

  I grabbed my purse. “Time to face the firing squad.”

  “Have fun.”

  Oh, yeah, loads.

  A sleek black car was waiting for us, and the chauffer held open the door. “Thanks.” I got in and slid to the end of the seat. Mr. Gordon joined me, his expression void, yet interested. “Okay, what do you want? I thought you were going to ruin me? I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”

  “I am making a move.”

  “How so?”

  “I’m here with you now.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “To my apartment.”

  That was a shock. My mouth hung open, my brain having frozen. He stared at me for a long time, so long, in fact, that I began to tingle everywhere. Whether he felt the buzz of recognition or not, I didn’t know, but I felt it. It pinged between us like a sensual static charge, making me almost dizzy with longing. When I was on the edge of not being able to take it another moment, I saw him inch towards me. I slid down the seat, and we collided, our mouths fusing, my arms snaking around his neck. The kiss was hungry and unapologetic, our tongues meeting, deepening the connection. I was utterly lost in him, my body pressed to the steely length of his chest. His hands were on my back, pulling me further into him, while the sweetness of his breath filled my lungs.

  It was a while before I realized the car had stopped. We were in the confines of a parking garage. I was still kissing him, as the driver opened the door. We managed to extricate ourselves from the vehicle, hurrying for the elevator. Once inside, he grasped my upper arms, drawing me to him, covering my mouth with his soft lips. The door slid open, but we were on the wrong floor.

  “Shit!” He pressed the button again impatiently.

  If he was distracted, I was more so, sucking on his lip, trying to eat him alive. I drove my fingers through his hair, altering his perfect locks. He looked marvelously bedraggled by the time I was through with him. When we emerged from the elevator, he led me to the door of his apartment, inserting a key. I hardly had a moment to take it all in, because of the speed at which he escorted me down the hall to his bedroom. The modernly appointed space was decorated sparingly, the bed being the largest piece of furniture in the room. We fell onto it, an excited heap of flesh and bones, encased in far too many pieces of clothing. His tie came undone, along with his shirt. I flung my top to the floor and discarded my pants. Our naked bodies pressed together, hands sliding over skin, fingers seeking, exploring, while our tongues fought a never-ending battle. I hardly had a moment to gather myself before his cock prodded me, wetting itself in my juices. The state of my arousal was something I would blame him for. He was why I was such an emotional and physical mess, and only his touch could cure me.

  “Is this happening?” I sounded breathy.

  “Apparently.”

  I giggled, “What is this?”

  “The hell if I know.”

  His cock drove deep, filling me completely. “Oh, God, James. Just fuck me.” His plundering hardness left me
trembling, my body begging for more. I threw my legs around his hips, gripping him tightly.

  “You crazy bitch.”

  “You sadistic bastard.”

  “That makes us even.”

  He kissed me, while stroking intimately; his movements were matched, thrust for thrust by the tilt of my pelvis. We strove to reach oblivion together, the pressure building, threatening to blow the lid off the pot. I gripped his ass, my fingers digging into his muscles. He groaned in my ear, his hot breath ragged and gasping.

  “Oh…God…James…”

  Our bodies were slick with perspiration; the energy we exerted to climb to the pinnacle of abandon had taken its toll. I would be chafed and swollen tomorrow, my lips gratefully suffering the ardent abuse of his mouth. I was nearing the end of what I could withstand, because just being this close to him was enough to fling me over the edge.

  “James!” He rose over me, his face unguarded. His need was etched clearly in that expression, and it shocked me. The gentleness of his lovemaking gave way to passion, his cock driving deep with each thrust. I could barely breathe; the pace was so intense. I shuddered, flinging my head against the pillow, as the orgasm hit. “Ooohh…God…fuck me, James. Fuck me!”

  “Aw…Jesus…” he groaned, stiffening, his release pouring out in a torrent. He mumbled something incoherent, collapsing on top of me. The sheets were damp beneath us. We remained together for long minutes, until our breathing had returned to normal. Then he fell to his side, drawing me to him.

  “Is this your idea of ruining me?”

  “I guess.”

  “I’m fine with it.”

  He chuckled, his chest rumbling. “So it seems.”

  I raised myself on an elbow to look at him. I could just see him in the dim lighting. “You aren’t mad at me?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  He moved a strand of hair out of my eyes. “I want you.”

  My tummy burst open with tingles. “Really?”