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  “Hearing the noises you make get me so hot.”

  Grasping my breast, he rolled my tiny nub between his thumb and forefinger and sent electric shocks straight to my core. He slowly pulled out until just the tip was still inside me and pushed back in. We instantly became one. There was no telling where he started, and I ended. I didn’t know what it was, but that feeling made me overly emotional. I was amazed he didn’t notice when he leaned forward and kissed me deeply. A part of me wanted to hate him for setting the bar so high for comparison to my future sexual experiences.

  Moving my legs to his shoulders, he holds them together with his arm across my thighs, while he thrusts his hips repeatedly. Before I registered what happened, in one swift motion, he had pulled out, and flipped me over on my front. I glanced back, making eye contact with him while he blindly retrieved the cuffs from his bedside table.

  How many times had he done this before?

  My stomach fluttered and heart raced with thoughts of what I was in store for tonight. Most people would think that growing up in a house full of cops that I would have already worn cuffs, but I hadn’t, so I had no idea what I was about to happen. A shiver ran through me when he brought my hands close to the headboard and snapped the cold metal cuffs into place on my wrists, effectively locking me to one of the rails. In that moment, I wanted to release the shackles of my life, and ironically allow him to restrain me.

  “Hold on to the headboard.” He instructed.

  Grasping my hips, he instantly pushed into me so deep it felt like he was hitting the end, of what I didn’t know, but it was amazing. My breasts swayed with his movements. Reaching around me he grabbed one of them and increased his thrusts. Rhythmically we moved together, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh until the familiar feeling of intense heat emanated from my clitoris down through my legs until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

  “Harder,” I pleaded.

  I jumped when his hand smacked my ass. Chandra joked about being spanked all the time, so the thought of him doing it threw me. What was usually a joke between friends became an intimate act between strangers. The thrill of wanting to know where it would take us, encouraged me to play along. My knowledge of sexual intimacy was solely based on snippets I was either told or overheard, and the details described in the romance novels I liked to read.

  “Who’s in control here?”

  “You are, sir.”

  Chapter Six

  Mike

  The noises coming out of her signalled the start of my undoing. When I entered her for the first time, she was so tight I almost came. Rocked to my core, I couldn’t fathom where this woman had been hiding for the last couple years. How could one woman make me feel like I was experiencing my first time again? Like I was a hormonal teenager in the back seat of my parent’s car on prom night. Everything with Viola felt like something new.

  “I have no intention of stopping for a while, sweetheart. You’re going to leave my bed thoroughly fucked.”

  Her hands held my biceps as I plunged like a piston as she moved her hips in motion with mine. My mouth found its way to her nipple instinctively as I sucked and twirled my tongue around her engorged peak. Her breasts swelled with my attention and her pussy spasmed encouraging my movements.

  “Come for me,” I whispered in her ear.

  Her eyes closed and fluttered as I thrust harder. Her sexy black cowboy boots digging into my ass spurred me on. Her walls clenched, placing a welcomed strangle-hold on my dick. Seconds later, she came undone, calling out my name as her legs quaked from pleasure. I allowed her a tiny moment of reprieve before I withdrew completely and shoved back in, rotating my hips.

  Her sounds incited me. I drove repeatedly into her and chased my own release. When she neared her third orgasm, I revelled in her responsiveness, and I wanted us to come together. I reached between us and rubbed her tiny nub to ensure mutual climax would be simultaneous. When her body was rocked with uncontrollable spasms, I couldn’t hold back any longer, emptying myself into her. Collapsing beside her I glanced over, noting the glowing, fully sated expression on her face.

  “That was…wow,” she breathed out.

  One time would never be enough to get this woman out of my system. She had buried so deeply under my skin I never wanted the night to end. In one act of mind-blowing sex, this gorgeous vixen rewired my brain. Originally, I was going to clean up, but then a sudden compulsion, like I had never experienced before, took over me.

  Leaning over, I kissed her softly and then rolled to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I told her, as I got up out of the bed.

  The master bedroom had a bathroom off to the side that I always used, so I went there to dispose of the condom, clean up and get a cloth for her. The moment I glanced in the mirror I saw a man I didn’t recognize.

  What was she doing to me?

  When I returned to the room, she was focussed on the sheets as if they were seconds away from moving on their own. Curious as to what she was examining, I was drawn to her focal point. The knowledge of how the countless women I had taken to bed never acted in the same manner caused me to pause. In my experience, the women I had sex with in the past were well aware of what happened to the sheets when you rolled in them as much as we did tonight.

  Once I moved closer, tiny spots of blood were evident, even against the dark grey sheets. As much as my instincts often pushed me to be, I knew I wasn’t rough enough with her for there to be any evidence. I immediately knew this beautiful woman was hiding something extremely important. Something she should have informed me of and would have completely changed the outcome of this evening.

  A deal breaker.

  Our evening would have ended after a dance or two, but tonight’s main course absolutely would have been unavailable for consumption.

  Virgins were never an option on my take home menu.

  Painstaking precautions were taken to avoid finding myself in this type of predicament. They we’re clingy and demanding of my time after doing the deed, so I steered clear of anything or anyone resembling an innocent. I wanted a freak in the sheets, and that’s what I thought I had. In my line of work, I needed to be concerned about entrapment. Badge bunnies didn’t show their identification during the elaborate mating dance they used for a screening process, and I didn’t want to be a weirdo by asking for their driver’s license.

  The cover definitely didn’t represent the book.

  What the fuck am I going to do now?

  “Vi, baby?”

  Her head snapped up as if it was the first time she had registered my presence.

  “Yeah?” Her submissive voice escaped like a whisper in the night.

  “Why didn’t you tell me it was your first time?”

  “It wasn’t. I’ve done this loads of times,” she gasped, while she struggled to maintain eye contact.

  “That’s the first and only time you’ll ever lie to me.” I reprimanded her.

  She nodded.

  “I need to have your words sweetheart.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  My dick hardened with her response, making it look like I pitched a six-man tent in my boxers. She stopped fiddling with the sheets over her chest and dropped them, revealing her miraculously generous breasts. Her eyes dropped to my cock, making it jump.

  “I still can’t believe that fit inside me.”

  “It fit like a glove. It’s like you we’re made for me,” I answered with a wink.

  Her face flushed with colour, reminding me of her innocence. I tried my damnedest to stay away from women like her because they never knew the deal. They got hooked and couldn’t let things go.

  Yet somehow, I couldn’t turn off this road to my ultimate destruction.

  “Now, first things first. Before we go any further, I need to see your ID.”

  “Wh-at? Why?”

  “I need to know I’m not spending the rest of the night doing what I want to do with you, if you’re jailbait.”

  She scrambled out the of bed like it was on fire and searched for her miniscule handbag. When she pulled out her ID, she held it up enough for me to see everything, but she conveniently covered her last name with her thumb.

  “You’re just barely eighteen.”

  “That’s an adult,” she argued, pushing me down on the bed and placing her legs on either side of my thighs.

  Viola’s fingers caressed my chest as she reached for me one more time and I wasn’t strong enough to resist. Her eyes held mine, as I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers in a tender kiss. She moaned as my fingers stroked the side of her breast and pinched her hardened nipple. She playfully swatted my shoulder, so I quickly grabbed her. She squeaked as I flipped onto my back, taking her along for the ride. She straddled me, rolling her hips forward, the delicious friction further hardening my dick. This previously virginal goddess was insatiable.

  If I was going to hell, at least I would be enjoying the ride.

  The foil wrapper indicators of how many times I had taken her littered the floor.

  What felt like a couple hours later, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Another first for me.

  I wake a couple hours later, with a conscience.

  Fuck, what have I done?

  My previously fake blonde, de-virginized beauty, slumbered peacefully in the bed. Her platinum wig was discarded sometime during last night’s festivities. Instead of remembering all the ways I had her, the only thing running through my mind is that I couldn’t stay here. I needed to plan my exit before she stirred and decided she wanted monogrammed towels in our future bathroom.

  This had to be a clean break, for the both of us.

  Not one woman before her had made me want to flee my house so quickly. This is why I u
sed a hotel, no hasty exits with the possibility of a clinger left in your bed. The last thing you wanted to do after a one-night stand was kick a bunny out of your bed, only to realize that she knew exactly how to find you in the future.

  Sure, she acted like losing her virginity wasn’t a big deal, but I knew it was. Who waited to sleep with someone and then chose a random guy? If she had indicated she was a virgin, I would have run in the other direction.

  Virgins expect commitment.

  No matter how hot last night was, committing to one woman was something I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever do. I was the last thing she needed in her life. The life that was unbelievably just beginning. Was she even out of high school yet?

  I revisited the thoughts of going to hell, then I take one last look at the breathtaking image of her in my bed. Her long dark brown hair spread across the pillow. Committing the scene to my memory, with my final decision made, I made a quick exit before she woke.

  I went downstairs to have a shower without the risk of waking my overnight guest. Wrapped in a large towel, I searched the kitchen for a piece of paper. I wanted to at least leave a brief note to state that I got called in to work. Fuck me. I came up short.

  Maybe fate was trying to tell me something? Hell no.

  Maybe I should stay and get her phone number.

  Last night was pretty amazing.

  I crept up the stairs and to take one last look in the bedroom door before making my final decision.

  Fuck me.

  The bed was empty.

  She left.

  Some cop I was!

  How the hell did I not hear the click of the door?

  Chapter Seven

  Viola

  I woke up alone, in an empty bed.

  Was I really that surprised?

  I was in a house I had never been to before. If I was being honest, when my older sister had parted with some of her wisdom on how I would feel this morning, I should have listened. I didn’t know what I expected in the morning, but it sure wasn’t an empty bed. Last night was amazing. Even after he found out that I lied about my level of experience, he treated me like I was special.

  But then again, he left me.

  A lone tear rolled down my cheek, betraying my attempt to remain strong. What I needed to do was get my ass out of here before he came back and saw me crying. Getting rid of my virginity like it was a pesky annoyance, was exciting, but I felt a bit like the bed. Empty.

  Some mature woman I was.

  I couldn’t even handle the one night stand I planned out since last year’s pact with my friends. I tiptoed into the hallway. The sound of running water hitting the glass of the shower in the second bathroom on the main floor made me hasten my exodus. Like a fire lit under my ass, I rushed back into the bedroom.

  If he was anything like my brother Reed, he wouldn’t want me here when he got back. I kept telling myself that the reason he left me alone in the bed was so that we didn’t have that awkward morning after conversation. What else could explain his reason for using the bathroom downstairs instead of the one in the master bedroom?

  Butterflies flitted around in my belly as I snuck around his room to try and find another exit. What if he comes back? Below the balcony there was a secondary exit to the back. I only hoped I could make it there before he shut off the shower and heard my departure. My heart raced as I scrambled around the room, collecting my discarded clothing.

  Spying my shredded red lacy panties beside his bed, something naughty inside me wanted that to be the only thing for him to find. A thrill ran through me when I decided he could have them. I left my cowboy boots off to deaden my footfalls. I would put them on once I got safely to the back porch. With my luck he would probably catch me on the way out, but I needed to give myself the best possible getaway.

  When I hit the bottom of the stairs, I traipsed through the kitchen, making as little noise as possible. I strained my ears and still heard the water hitting the glass. It softly echoed through the hall indicating he was still in the shower. Halfway past the kitchen I noticed my jacket strung over the chair at the breakfast nook.

  Fuck me.

  I almost forgot my stupid jacket!

  I quickened my pace. I threw my jacket on and scrambled out the back door. After ensuring my cowboy boots were in place, I left. My chest ached with the awareness that he never noticed me leaving. Treking through the backyard, I shivered as the cool morning breeze hit my bare legs. Escaping like a thief in the night might not have been the best course of action. Then again, did I really want to wait around for a colossal rejection? If he had wanted me to stay, he wouldn’t have left me alone in his bed. Mind made up, I unlatched the back gate, squeezed through, and ran like a bat out of hell down the back alley.

  About a block away, when and elderly lady threw a disgusted look my way, I grasped the error of my ways. It was the middle of the winter, even if we were experiencing the warmer weather thanks to a chinook, and worst of all I was experiencing my first ever walk of shame, dressed like a streetwalker. Before I got any colder, or someone from the neighbourhood called the cops, I used my cell to order a taxi. They gave me twenty minutes for a proximate time, which meant I needed to find somewhere to keep warm. Thankfully, I spotted a twenty-four-hour convenience store near the entrance to his gated community.

  Twenty minutes later, I spotted the taxi coming down the street towards me, so I waved my hand. It’s not as if there were any other weirdos wearing jean cut-offs and an outrageously huge wool winter jacket that went almost down to my knees. The cool winter morning had chilled me to the bone, but luckily, I would be in a warm vehicle in a matter of seconds. From the reaction on his face I looked even more ridiculous than I felt.

  He rolled down the driver’s side window, and asked, “Are you Viola?”

  “Yes, I am,” I replied.

  He made no attempt to get out of the car to help me in. Must be because of the hour. He was an older man, about the age of fifty, dressed in a polo shirt and jeans. Thankfully he didn’t’ seem like he was a creep.

  “I’m so glad you arrived so quickly. I don’t know what I was thinking last night. I should have definitely worn jeans instead of shorts,” I continued, as I got in the back of the vehicle.

  “At least we didn’t get that snowfall that those darned meteorologists warned us about.”

  “True,” I agreed.

  Everything got quiet after that, as we rode in welcomed silence to our next destination. From my semi-dishevelled look, he must have assumed I would rather not talk.

  The whole ride home, I thought about Rob.

  Some part of me wondered if last night was real, but the soreness between my legs told me otherwise. When I pondered about what happened, I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. There might have been a tiny tinge of regret deep down. Out of everything, I was glad I met Rob and that he was the one. He definitely made last night the one to remember.

  When I arrived home, it was around seven in the morning. There was a light on upstairs, and a strange vehicle was parked out front. Thankfully my dad wasn’t at home to watch me do the walk of shame. However, if he wasn’t at our house, I wondered who would be upstairs at this hour.

  The driver pulled up the driveway and parked the vehicle. I tapped my debit card on his machine to pay for the ride, then got out of the back and dashed up the stairs. Before I could open the front door, it swung open. A squeal erupted from me as it nearly knocked me off the front porch and down the steps.

  “What happened, Vi? Why are you home so late? Did someone hurt you?”

  “Holy shit, Ives, you scared the crap out of me. What are you doing here?”

  “I came to get more of my clothes. Now answer my questions,” she demanded, then amended her statement, “First, get your ass inside before you catch a cold.”

  “Yes, Mom,” I joked.

  Once inside, my jacket was weighing me down, so I took it off and hung it up in the closet. She surveyed my attire, then screeched, “What the hell are you wearing?”

  “Just be thankful it wasn’t dad that opened the door. He would have tanned your hide for being outside in the winter dressed like a streetwalker.”