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  A shudder ran through her body, but she didn’t move away. That was a good sign. Stepping closer to her, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Her body settled against his and he enjoyed the pressure of her weight. Lowering his head, he grazed the curved of her neck and inhaled, enjoying her scent. It made him think of the sweetness of vanilla and the gentle, floral aroma of orchids. Sweet and gentle, that was his Amana.

  Was she really his? His mind asked.

  For tonight she was, his body answered.

  “Tell, me you’re okay with this.” He continued to inhale the scent along her skin.

  Leaning her head away from him, she gave him greater access. “I’m okay with it.” Then she turned in his arms and cupped his face. “With you.”

  Now, he was the one shaking as he was held by her intense gaze. His hands flexed along her waist, drawing her even closer and allowing her to feel the hardness of his cock. If she were going to run, this would be the time, her only chance to leave this room without him making love to her--changing their relationship forever.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  His gazed traveled from the dark depths of her eyes to her wide mouth, her full lips ripe and plump like a plum. With a groan, he placed his lips on hers, feeling the electrical current crackle between them. Stung with passion, his lips began to throb, echoing the beat of the blood pumping through his shaft.

  Amana gave back in the kiss; opening to him, she took his tongue into her mouth. Neal lifted a hand and grasped the back of her head, keeping her in place as he deepened the kiss.

  ~YH~

  His taste was intoxicating, a blend of wine and Neal, two robust flavors battling for control in her mouth. She moaned as his kiss became more intense and the grip on her head, more possessive. He was staking his claim on her and she loved it.

  The intimacy between her and Kevin had always been gentle and sweet, but she wanted the passion. She had always yearned for the heady thrill of being taken by a man, someone who demanded her all and gave her the same. Not just any man, Neal.

  As his other hand moved from her back and cupped her ass, his tongue played along hers. He fused them tighter together, leaving no space for doubt, resistance or air. They exchanged breaths with each other, feeding one another the oxygen needed to survive. All she had and was in the moment was wrapped up completely in Neal. He became her substance and soul provider.

  He took command of her mouth, forcing her to suck his tongue as he thrust it deep and then pulled it out, only the tip remaining before he plunged into her yet again. It was the same action that their bodies would exhibit tonight. The thought thrilled her. Heat coiled tight in her belly, her sex ached and wetness pooled between her thighs, saturating her panties.

  This wasn’t a new feeling around Neal, she’d been aroused by him many times, but the intensity of it, the impact that shook her to the core, was something she wasn’t prepared for. Nevertheless, she didn’t run away from it, but gave in to it--whimpered for more.

  He pulled back only enough so that he could speak. “I want to see you…taste you.” His words caressed her tender lips.

  “Yes.” She bit down on her bottom lip, a little ashamed that her own voice sounded so needy. Taking a breath, she attempted to sound more calm and in control. “Please, Neal, I want you,” she pleaded, still not removing the want in her voice.

  “You’ll have me. Tonight there is only us in this room. No ghost, no past, just you and me and what we create.” His pupils were so enlarged; they almost obliterated the light green color of his eyes.

  She shivered under his potent gaze. She would have thought he would remove her dress and take to the bed. Instead he dropped before her, his knees making a soft thud in the carpet. Dragging his hands down her body, caressing her shoulders, her breasts… he paused and cupped them for a moment. Continuing, he encircled her waist with his hands and squeezed the indention, more pronounced by the design of the dress. He moved past her hips and down her thighs, not stopping until he reached the hem of her long dress.

  Once there he reached beneath it. His fingers repeating the touch it made going down, this time she could feel the heat and strength in his fingers. When he got to her panties, he gingerly traced the lacy edge around her thighs as it moved from her sex and arched up high on her hips and down between her ass cheeks. He fondled the globes, squeezing and playing along her skin causing her to squirm.

  “I never pictured you as a thong woman, Amana.” He gazed up at her. “My mistake. It will never happen again.” He winked.

  The air rushed out of her lungs, hot and heavy at his words. Neal had imagined her lingerie. How many times had he conjured up what she wore beneath her suits? Chills of excitement raced along her skin and made her shiver.

  Bringing one of his hands back around, he pressed it between her legs and cupped her sex. Heat infused her cheeks at his intense look. She knew what he felt, her wetness.

  Her panties were long past soaked and had left evidence of her desire on her thighs.

  Stroking her sex through the thin lace, he located her swollen clit and rubbed it, building her arousal.

  “Is this for me?”

  This wasn’t the moment for being coy, so she gave him honesty. “It’s what you do to me.” He could take that as he wanted; possibly believe it was only this night. However, she knew it was how she walked around most days.

  A low growl came from his chest, as he yanked the material down her legs. She would be surprised if they weren’t torn, but she didn’t care.

  He guided her feet as he helped her step out of them then tossed the purple scrap, posing as underwear, to the side.

  “Hold this,” he demanded as he bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist.

  Obeying, she grasped the delicate material at her sides. She felt naughty standing there revealing her bare sex, legs and silver sandals.

  “Pretty as a picture,” he said.

  Her heart fluttered at his approval.

  “Open your legs for me, Amana. Let me in. Let me taste you.”

  If she could have leaped off the floor and thrown her legs into a split she would have, that’s how badly she wanted him to put his mouth to her. Once again, the power of her urges shocked her, this was not like her. But if all she had was the one night in his arms, she wouldn’t hold back, she’d give him everything he demanded and more. She wanted Neal imprinted on her body and mind, a fantasy she could hold for all time.

  Stepping wide, she leaned her hips against the wall, feeling the cool press of the window on her back. She wondered if people could see her. What they were thinking and saying. Could they imagine the pleasure she was getting?

  She watched as Neal leaned forward and inhaled, taking in her scent--the same erotic spice that had even reached her nose.

  When he dipped his tongue between her folds, her body bucked towards his mouth and she knew no one could visualize what she was experiencing. Not even in her own wildest dreams had she even come close to the feel of Neal’s tongue circling her clit and pulling it into his mouth, tugging on her, making her cry out.

  The back of her head banged against the glass as the tip of his tongue slid from left to right, in an erotic pattern down her slit until he reached her opening. Pressing forward, he fucked her with his tongue, showing the same skill he’d proven in the kiss.

  Leaving her at heaven’s gate, he moved back up, nibbling and suckling her labia. He returned to her clit and began flicking it rapidly, making her hips dance to the rhythm of his tongue. Her insides were drawn so tight with the need to come, she felt as if she were losing her mind as she begged and called out his name. Simply pleading with him to set her free.

  “Just a little more, sweetheart,” he teased as his hands gripped the inside of her thighs and forced her legs wider. When his mouth fully covered her sex, and his tongue entered her again, this time giving no quarter, he thrust inside of her repeatedly.

  He taunted her with her own or
gasm as his tongue stroked her walls. Her knees buckled and she had to press the heels of her hands against the windowsill to keep herself from falling to the floor, all the while still clutching her dress. He hummed against her pussy and she came, hard and fast.

  She was sure the people milling around the streets of downtown probably heard her cry.

  “Fuck, that was amazing.” He placed a last kiss to her clit.

  She collapsed on to him and he caught her and pulled her mouth to his kissing her passionately, making her taste her own essence.

  On his lap, she felt as if she were outside of herself, going out of her mind with need. The only thing she could think about was feeling Neal inside of her. “I need you.” She pulled away and worked her hands between their bodies and began unfastening his pants.

  “Take what you want.” He held her waist, supporting her on his thighs.

  The button loosened, then she paused in a moment of clarity. “The dress, I don’t want to ruin it, I’d have nothing to wear home.”

  “I’d buy you twenty.” He laughed.

  “No, you won’t.” She was not going to have him spending any more money on her. Not wanting to completely stop taking him out of his pants, she reached one hand behind her back attempting to unhook her dress.

  Brushing her hands away, he took over, saying, “Finish the job you started, honey, before my dick tears through my pants.”

  Giggling, she lowered her hand back to his fly and kissed him loudly on the mouth. They worked in tandem and she only stopped for a brief second allowing him to pull the dress over her head.

  “Shit! Look at these beauties.”

  She felt overwhelmed at his praise as he admired her breasts and cupped them as if they were precious and fragile. A frisson of heat raced down her spine as he scratched the tips of them with his short, blunt nails.

  Not distracted from her course, Amana finally had his pants open and pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs. Looking down she watched his plump crown of his cock, blushed purple with desire, revealed. Her heart kicked against the wall of her chest at seeing the head, the size of a medium plum. She continued lowering the underwear down his thick shaft.

  Oh, my word. What have I gotten myself into? She thought with trepidation.

  She began to tremble as she thought about Neal’s length and width being inside of her. This was the reason people should never believe myths about penis size based on race, she surmised.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” Neal was still palming and squeezing her breast.

  “I’m not sure all that’s going to fit inside of me,” she told him honestly.

  He cupped her cheeks, waiting for her to look at him. “It will, but I want you to take the lead, determine how much and what speed we do this.” He kissed one corner of her mouth. “There’s no rush tonight.” His lips touched the other side. Leaning back, he gazed at her. “We can take our time and do this right.”

  “Thank you.” She ran her hands through his hair, allowing the silky texture to caress her fingers. She appreciated his kindness and the fact he didn’t plan to toss her to the floor and ram his thick dick inside of her, forcing her to take it all in one thrust. “Let’s do this.”

  “You want to move to the bed?” His hands dropped to her hips holding her lightly.

  “No.” She shook her head. “Right here, right now.”

  Grabbing her tight around the waist, he rose to his knees. “Push my pants down for me, since we’re not ruining clothes tonight.”

  She laughed. “Yes, sir.” Leaning back, she gripped his pants and underwear, wiggling them down below his ass and shoved them as far as they would go. With his wide-knee stance, they barely made it mid-thigh, but it was enough.

  Resting on his haunches again, he brought her down until the mouth of her sex kissed his cock. She planted her feet on the floor, one on each side of his hip, her knees bent and spread wide so that she could maneuver. Taking a hold of his hard cock, warm flesh over steel, she glided the tip around her sex, coating him in her cream.

  Done, gripping his shoulder for leverage, she pressed down. As his head entered her, stretching her, she moaned. She tightened her walls around him and caused him to groan.

  Lifting up, she allowed him to pop out then she took him in again and lowered herself a little more.

  “Damn,” he growled. “That feels good. You feel good.”

  Burying her face in the side of his neck, she continued to slide along his length, one glorious inch at a time as she raised herself up and down. Her sex yawned, stretching wide around him and ached. However, the feeling of him stroking along her walls was so intense and wonderful, she wasn’t deterred from her goal of getting all of his broad cock inside of her.

  Less than two inches from the base of his shaft, Amana’s body began to shudder and her resolve began to wane. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and held on to him. “I can’t do it.”

  They sat like that for a moment.

  “Shh…” he caressed her spine. “You don’t have to, sweetheart. What we came here to do can still get accomplished.”

  “I want to, but…” she mumbled against his neck. She knew there was no reason for her to feel like a failure, but she did. She cared for Neal, deeply, and she wanted to allow him full access to her body. Give to him freely this night and let him have the same liberties in pleasure without him having to be concerned if she could handle him.

  He caressed her back again. “Sweetheart, let me help you.”

  Pulling away, she stared into his eyes, feeling the connection that had always been a part of their relationship and nodded.

  Taking hold of her hips, a finger on his right hand brushed the scar from the kidney operation, a mirror of the two he would have. It was another symbol declaring the bond between them. You have a piece of my body, but my whole heart.

  The look in his eyes became more intense and his fingers flexed, digging into her ass. For a moment, she wondered if she’d said the words aloud.

  Finally, the tension in his hands eased some. “Kiss me.”

  She leaned against him, pressing her breast to his chest and did as he requested.

  As their kiss caused the flame blazing between them to roar out of control, Neal began to lift and lower her, up and down his cock as he thrust up meeting her. She became lost in his kiss, the feel of his strength around her and his hardness pushing further inside of her. In and out, he went, forcing her to ride him and take him deeper. He never stopped kissing her. Never stopped holding her. Never stopped making her feel the passion of their bonding, as if nothing else mattered but them.

  Amana wasn’t even sure at what point she’d taken all of him into her, until she began coming her body shook and her sex squeezed around him as she ground against the base of his dick.

  He moved his mouth from hers. “Shit, I want to feel that again.” His voice was rough. “Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded.

  Removing her feet from the floor, she brought them around his waist and crossed them at the ankle. Soon, the two of them started to move as one, pushing each other towards a pleasure that promised a place in paradise. When she climaxed the next time, he joined her as he slammed into her one final time and released his hot seed deep inside of her.

  Chapter 5

  Neal was enjoying the weight of the woman in his arms. The thought that he could stay like that forever echoed through the chambers of his heart and filled his blood. The depth of the emotions coursing through his body scared him. He’d never felt as deeply or passionately for another woman as he did for Amana at that moment. This is just for one night, his mind reminded him.

  The truth of his own words caused an ache inside of him. Come morning, he’d have to let her go. Return back to the life they both shared, where they were boss and employee--friends. If they became parents that would add another dimension, but nothing more. Nothing more.

  “How about a shower, beautiful?”

  “That sounds wonderful,
” she sighed.

  Leaning back, he assessed her features. “Are you okay?”

  She smiled and wiggled her luscious ass and squeezed her walls around his dick still buried inside of her. “I’m really good.”

  He chuckled, flexed his fingers on her ass and helped her stand. As her sex released his cock, he groaned, missing the tight warmth of her pussy. The urged to press her back down onto his lap and slide inside of her once again made his chest tighten, making him inhale deeply to steady himself and let go the tension. The night wasn’t over.

  Rising with her, he couldn’t help admiring how sensual she appeared in nothing but her smile and her silver sandals. “I think I might enforce a new dress code for work.”

  Glancing down at herself, she shook her head. “Oh, no… that will be a memo I ‘forget’ to type up and circulate.” She made quotation marks in the air with her fingers.

  He rose. “I’m willing to allow you a chance to present your opposing points in the shower.” He toed out of his shoes and allowed his pants to drop to his ankles and then stepped from them.

  Always one for a challenge, she took off her heels. “You’re on.” Dropping the shoes by her dress, she sashayed her sweet ass towards the bathroom.

  His underwear went next down his legs then he stood and removed his tie and shirt. “You have to be very persuasive to get me on your side.”

  She glanced back at him over her shoulder and allowed her gaze to roll slowly down the length of his body, pausing at his groin before moving on. “Oh, I will.”

  One sock then the other went flying as he followed her.

  In the shower, they bathed each other and played around, before Amana looked at him, her brown eyes filled with wicked intent.

  “Let’s talk about the dress code, Mr. Stephens.” Her hands caressed his chest.

  One of many parts of his body that had once been smooth and muscled now was decorated with scars. Just like his sides where one kidney had been removed and another replaced. The only scar on his lower body was on his right thigh where his femur had been shattered in the accident and the jagged bone had torn through muscle and skin, ripping his leg open. Pins and a lot of physical therapy had repaired it and returned it to full serviceability.