STORY EXCERPT

Dressed in the jeans and the blouse that showed a tad too much cleavage, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror and was happy with the young woman who looked back at her. She waited in her room for the call that didn’t come, so when someone knocked on her door, she rushed to open it.

Alex Ponsonby stared at her. He looked like a GQ model in a suit, but one look at that body in tight jeans and T-shirt, and her body was about to combust. He was even better looking than she remembered.

“Don’t you look lovely out of uniform,” he remarked, staring at her red lips.

“Thank you,” she replied, picking up her purse.

“They must’ve liked you,” he remarked, looking around the room. “This is one beautiful room.”

“They probably know a good thing when they see it.”

“I like a woman who knows what she’s all about,” he quipped, his hand still on the door handle.

He suddenly turned around and kissed her on the cheek. “That’s what I wanted to do just before I got off the aircraft.”

“I’m glad you didn’t. You would’ve ruined my reputation.”

“How would I have done that?”

“Things are always blown out of proportion, and an innocent kiss would’ve spread across the airline like a wildfire. By the time I returned home, we would’ve been caught making out in the bathroom.”

“I love the sound of that. Why didn’t I think of it myself?”

“Not on your life, Mr. Ponsonby. Are we going through the lobby?”

“No, I’ve parked on the second level.”

“Good.”

“What’s wrong? You seem anxious.”

“I think the crew may be waiting in the lobby, and if they see us together, rumors will spread.”

“There’s nothing I would like more than to be connected to you in a hot rumor.”

Alone inside the elevator, he stood in front of her and gazed into her eyes, not looking away. It was like a dare. She was quite the opposite of a shrinking violet, but being alone in such close proximity to him gave her an uneasy feeling. He moved closer to her, his eyes on her lips when suddenly the elevator bell chimed. It was making a stop on the eighth floor. Alex stepped away and stood beside her, and she started to giggle, both of them staring up at the floor indicator.

“Saved by the bell,” he whispered, “if you’ll pardon the pun.”

An older man stepped in and took his place in the opposite corner away from them, but his eyes were on them. When it made the stop on the second floor, Alex stepped out, took Zola’s hand in his, and walked into the parking garage. Looking around him and seeing they were alone, he pulled her to him and brushed his lips against hers.

“You taste good,” he said, continuing in the direction of his parked car.

Mr. Handsome was also Mr. Hotness. That kiss compounded her need and she was steaming hot for him. It was more than sixteen months since she had come that close to a member of the opposite sex. Her nipples twitched, and desire crept through her veins lodging between her thighs, and she wanted more but didn’t want to be too hasty. He was the perfect gentleman, opening and closing the door and pointing out places of interest as they drove along the main thoroughfare on Orchard Road, her hand tightly clasped in his. Fifteen minutes later they reached the restaurant. He found a parking spot, and hand in hand, they walked inside where the most delicious aromas greeted them. A table with a river view and a glass of red wine, he courted her with every word that fell from his lips. She was giddy with the attention and affection he poured on her. He picked the crabmeat from the shells and fed it to her. In a matter of hours she had fallen in love with Mr. Handsome.

“You said you were in Singapore once before. What did you see?” he asked, still hanging onto her hand.

“The usual tourist places—Bougie Street, the night zoo, Sentosa Island, but I never did get that Singapore Sling.”

“Overrated,” he scoffed. “I’ll take you somewhere where the drinks are better and cost less, not that the money matters. For you, I’d spend every penny I have, but not on drinks.”

She burst out laughing.

“I’m serious. I’m smitten. I’m hopelessly in love, and my heart is threatening to stop beating,” he announced, placing her hand over his heart. “Can you feel it?”

“You’re crazy, and I like you.”

“Only like? I think I’m in love with you, Zola. The moment I saw you when I walked on board that aircraft, I knew you were the one for me.”

“Is that why you were watching every move I made?”

“So you noticed? I wanted to kiss your lips. That lipstick makes me want to do evil things with those lips.”

“You don’t mess around with words, do you? You get straight to the point.”

“When I see something I want, I must have it.”

“And how often does this happen with women?”

“Never! You’re the first,” he said, “and will hopefully be the last.”

“It must’ve been something in the food,” she replied, laughing.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“It was the best seafood I’ve ever had.”

He paid the bill, and still they kept on flirting with each other.

“Let’s get out of here,” he finally said. “I’ve got so much more to show you.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Show me where we were tonight,” she said, standing in front of the picture window.

He stood behind her gently rubbing her back while he pointed out the building where the Christmas party was held. She pretended that her interest was solely on the building, but her mind was on something hard pushing itself into the crack of her buttocks. She felt warm and fuzzy all over and all she wanted to do was to turn around and offer herself willingly to him, but she was afraid that he’d think her too eager. He knew what he was doing to her as he slowly moved from side to side, all the while pushing his hips into hers.

“Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Yes,” she whispered, as her body started to react to his. “I really enjoyed it.”

He circled her upper body with both arms and stroked her breasts with the tips of his fingers, exciting her senses. She pushed her chest forward to maximize the pleasure. He rubbed his hips against her cheeks, and tiny whimpers sprang from her throat. Slowly he opened the buttons of her dress and lifted her mounds of flesh from the bra cups. He circled each nipple throwing her in a trancelike state. Desire snaked its way from her nipples, down between her thighs, and settled there, rocking her to her very core.

“Tell me you want me,” he said and licked the soft area beneath her ear.

“I want you, Alex.”

He continued the assault on her senses, rolling those hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and thrusting his hips into hers. “Every man in that room tonight wanted you, Zola, but I didn’t care that they did because at the end of the evening I knew you were going home with me.”

“You’re imagining things,” she replied, tripping on the edge of breathlessness.

“I was watching them. They all had their eyes on you. Every step you took, they took with you.”

Ooh, she thought as his hardness, now even more prominent, took up residence in her crack. What she was feeling seemed like more than she had bargained for. She threw her head back onto his shoulder and his tongue circled the shell of her ear. Suddenly he removed his hands and started to button up her dress again.

“What are you doing?” an almost hysterical Zola asked, spinning around to face him.

“I’m trying to turn you on.”

“Don’t try turning me on if you don’t know how to turn me off,” she fumed.

“But I do know how to turn you off,” he said softly, so softly she could hardly hear him.

“Then tell me what you’re doing because I don’t understand you.”

“I want you to want me, Zola,” he growled.

“But I do want you, Alex.”

“You haven’t shown me any evidence of that,” he said, still rotating his hips against hers.

“What do you want me to do? Beg?”

“That would be a good start. Tell me what you want.”

She gazed into his eyes, beseeching him. “Lick me, Alex,” she said her voice now deep and husky. “I want you to lick me.”

“But that’s what I intend on doing.”

The buttons were slowly opened again, and with a Houdini maneuver, she was wearing her bra like a necklace, presenting him with two creamy packages of pleasure. He licked his finger and circled the first one, starting underneath and working his way up to her nipple. His eyes flitted from one to the next as if deciding which one he wanted. Holding a handful of flesh in each hand, he circled each nipple with the pad of a thumb until both were like two giant peaks. She felt as if she was losing her mind as he continued to caress them.

He pulled her red dress up around her waist, and as he slowly dropped to his knees he licked her until he reached her pelvis, and continued doing so until her reached her silky underwear. Every lick was like an exercise in patience because he kept avoiding that sweet spot where she most wanted to be licked. Finally hooking his fingers in the sides of her underwear, he yanked them down her thighs, over her silver stilettos and threw them to the side. He pulled her hips away from the window bank, grabbed and held her thighs apart, his fingers digging into them, and licked his way up her inner thigh. Bypassing her pulsing clit, he licked the inside of the other thigh. Her body was a sea of pleasure, and she was slowly drowning in it. She whimpered and moaned as he traced a sensuous path up to her wet center. He taunted her clit with light touches of his tongue, teasing her with promises of a night with so much more to come.

“Please, Alex,” she called out.

“Tell me what you want,” he said his tongue still at work between her thighs. “Is this what you want?”

“More, Alex, more,” she pleaded, as she parted her legs wider.

He was ruthless and unforgiving with his tongue as he licked her from her core, up to her clit and down again. Suddenly she gasped as two fingers worked their way inside her. In what seemed to be left of her consciousness, she gazed down at that handsome man on his knees, the man she had met just over forty-eight hours earlier. Their eyes met as he worked his fingers with a steady rhythm in and out of her channel. Her eyes glazed over, she seemed to be in a daze as she gazed down at him. When he held her clit between his teeth, her hips moved with staccato-like movements and her hands dug deeply into his scalp.