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  As he resumed his position on his elbows in front of her, he couldn’t help but think of her as a bronzed goddess. Perfect and worthy of worship in her unabashed nakedness save for the unreasonably sexy addition of his dress shirt. He thought he had been hard before, fuck, he could cut diamonds.

  He loved the way she purred as she leaned over and scraped her teeth across his collarbone, the coy look as she licked his nipple, her fingers blazing a trail down his stomach to his belt, clearing a path for her conquering lips.

  Her fingertips were a pleasantly cool distraction against his hot skin as she took longer than strictly necessary to dispatch his belt and open his pants. If she wasn’t careful, she’d have him coming in his pants like a kid at his senior prom with the promise of his first blowjob on the horizon.

  Cheyenne was far from virginal, adding to the decadent feelings she incited in him. She was a pagan goddess of lust bestowing the kindest and most generous of blessings upon him. The hiss of the zipper seemed overly loud, but as she parted the placket, her wicked giggle shot straight through him.

  “Is this all for me?” she demanded as she stroked him boldly, her horns showing much more distinctly than her halo.

  It took all his concentration to nod.

  Her deep, throaty laugh had him breaking into a cold sweat as she dipped her head and ran her tongue from the base to the tip in a lick calculated to guarantee her possession of his soul. “Jackpot,” she whispered and wrapped her lips around him.

  Rick’s eyes squeezed shut at the erotic image she presented: her swallowing him whole while her tongue rendered him completely blissful. His hand went to her head involuntarily, resting there as his hips began to pump in and out of her mouth in a mimicry of the pleasure he’d been denied, at least for the moment. Her nails joined in the assault, dancing over the sensitive skin of his belly, inner thighs, and around his balls, adding sparks of feather-light pleasure. The woman wrecked him with her focus and attention to his every twitch and groan. It wasn’t long before he felt that urge burning in his balls. It curled his toes, stole his thoughts, his breath until finally, he erupted, all over her tongue.

  It was a special kind of torture to feel her swallowing his load around his cock but she did and licked him clean before sitting back on her knees to give him a chance to collect himself. And in the event that he found all the pieces, he’d do just that, but for the moment, he was content to be shattered.

  Cheyenne dabbed the corners of her mouth with her thumb as she watched him, a sexy move made even more so by the way she licked the pad and savored what she found there.

  “Fuck.” It was the first coherent word his tongue had allowed for and it summed up exactly his state of mind. “Cheyenne. Shy…” Each syllable seemed to stumble off his lips around the heaving pants of a man recovered from the depths.

  Her full lips were still shiny with her saliva, which made her look that much more wanton. “Stroking my ego is wholly unnecessary, but greatly appreciated.”

  Damn, but he liked her smile. She could wreck him with just her smile. “You’re killin’ me, Smalls, but thank you.”

  Her devilish laugh would have been a cackle if she weren’t so damn sexy. “Quite welcome.”

  Slowly his senses kicked back into gear. One by one, he registered the hard bed beneath his back, their mutual relative nakedness in the middle of the night on a country road. All of that came to a crashing halt as he got an up close and personal look as Cheyenne leaned over him and shrouded him in his open shirt, dangling her breasts in his face.

  “Need some help?” he offered gamely though, as long as she was crouched over him like she was, there was nothing short of a nuke that could get him to move.

  “Well, you’re lying on my dress,” she looked towards the head of the bed, “and I’d kind of like to find my panties. Picky, I know.” Her smile belied the potential crankiness of her words.

  “You’re getting dressed?” Of the women he’d been with, he was sure he’d never encountered one so low-key after being so wild. He’d been right when he’d pegged her for a hellion, but now she was snark and jokes, not the clingy and semi-emotional declarations he’d come to expect. Perhaps he’d been hanging out with the wrong women.

  “Well yeah. You can’t take me home bareass naked. I live in an apartment; it would be awkward.” She blinked at him meaningfully before cracking a smirk.

  He licked his lips and chuckled as he came up to his elbow. “I could see that.” Reaching blindly over his head, he hooked his pinky in the waistband of her gold, shimmery panties. “This was not how I saw my evening going, honestly,” he remarked as he watched her shimmy into them. Somehow the fact that her shoes were still on missed him completely, but it was something else he found ridiculously hot about their encounter.

  She nodded and leaned over him again, this time to forcefully wrest her dress from under his head and shoulders. “Tell me about it. Naked in a cornfield wasn’t even on my radar before tonight.”

  “It definitely has its merits,” he agreed. She was out of his shirt and back in her dress in the span of a blink. One minute she was his Goddess of Lust, and the next, Goddess with Subtitle Yet to be Determined. A part of Rick mourned the loss of the stunning visual, but knew that it was for the best as he tucked himself away and pulled up his zipper. He sat up from the blanket, his back and shoulders reminding him immediately why truck beds were not designed for these kinds of adventures.

  “Agreed.” She wove her wild mass of curls into a thick braid. “Are we cool?” she wondered, though she wasn’t looking at him but checking her clothes for any telltale signs of debauchery. “I mean, it goes without saying that we’ll keep this to ourselves.”

  “Of course.” He was not a man lacking in discretion, nor would he do anything that would somehow damage her reputation within the department. Law enforcement agency gossip spread as virulently as any high school lunchroom, if not worse.

  “So, did you learn what made me moan?” she inquired with a smile as she fiddled with the clasp behind her neck.

  Hearing the words brought the image back to the front of his mind immediately, bringing a slight heat to his cheeks with it. “Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was in the moment.”

  She held his shirt up in front of her by the shoulder seams like she was deciding how to fold it. “Don’t worry about it. I liked it.”

  And he liked learning each incarnation of her smile, from lascivious to its current bashful form. “Good to know.” Taking the shirt from her, he tossed it over his shoulder and through the open back window. “C’mon. Let’s get you home.” He held out his hand as he slid out off the tailgate and onto his feet for the first time since they’d climbed up there. He wasn’t feeling especially steady, but figured the feeling would come back to his legs eventually.

  Cheyenne let him lift her from the bed back to the ground, enjoying the last few moments of closeness. Even if it wasn’t awkward now, sunlight had a way of curdling even the best intentions and he had no delusions about asking for or getting a do-over.

  When he pulled up in front of her building, he killed the engine, but she beat him to having her door open so she could get out. As a gentleman, he felt like he should have been faster but, at the same time, didn’t want to crowd her. She turned to him the moment her sandals touched the concrete.

  “Thanks for an interesting evening, Rick.” Her smile was genuine, friendly, and still sexy, even if she wasn’t naked and wearing his dress shirt.

  “See ya around, Cheyenne.” It was something to say, not as final as goodbye but he was sure they both knew it was. Hell, it was a fantasy brought to life, a flight of fancy that need never see the light of day again, except maybe occasionally in the shower. It was a moment and now all he had was a memory, and that was just as well. She moved to shut the door when a bright light overhead caught both of their attention.

  The meteor shower, the one he loved to take his time and enjoy, had been completely abandoned wit
h the addition of a hot woman. He’d laugh at his predictability if he weren’t still so bone tired and mellow from her toe-curling blowjob.

  “A falling star!” she exclaimed, and when he looked over at her, the wonder on her face made her seem younger and more innocent. “Make a wish.”

  He didn’t even have to think about what he wanted. “Done.”

  You’re Worth It

  Xyla Turner

  One

  “What the hell happened to you?” Shayla exclaimed as I dragged my body through the door of the small dentist office.

  Giving her a slight wave and a look of don’t ask, she shrugged her shoulders and walked off. It was another Monday and I had just broken up with my fifth boyfriend in a year because I pulled out my crazy.

  My rules are simple: if you are out with the boys, it’s fine by me but a simple check-in would be nice. Let me know you are alive. Something. Anything. Granted, it was only two hours but a lot can happen in that time. Keep ignoring my texts and sending my calls to voicemail and I will show up at the bar you frequently visit.

  It was not my intention to drive across town to the small bar in my boy boxers, tank top and bed head. Jared looked like he saw a ghost when I approached him and demanded an answer as to why he was sending my calls to voicemail and not returning my texts. He said nothing but, “You are fucking crazy.”

  Well, throwing my drink in his face and being physically removed from the bar by his friends was not my finest moment but, show some damn respect. It really didn’t explained why I called Jared after work the next day, damn near begging him to forgive me for embarrassing him. My therapist was working with me on such knee-jerk reactions, but I apparently lost my shitthat night and I just wanted him to forgive me. He had lasted the longest with two months. If we could make it one more month, I would break a personal record.

  “Jared, I’m sorry,” I pleaded over the phone, “please call me back.”

  The doorbell chimed, but I didn’t bother to turn around because Shayla was at the front of the office. The Happy Smile Dental Group, HSD, hired temps to man the phones and keep patient charts. Shayla and I actually worked for South Philly Temps, but our steady gig was with HSD. We had been there for almost eight months but have known each other for over three years as we went to the same high school. Now we rented our own individual studio apartments within a big house so we could make ends meet. We tried the roommate thing but after Shayla was locked out our apartment at least once a week because I had a friend over or I was locked out because her boyfriend Rich was over. We finally decided the best way to save our friendship was to separate. Now we lived in the same building, on the same floor, but different dwellings.

  “Jared,” I said qickly into the receiver when I thought I heard someone on the other line. “Ja—”

  “I don’t know who the fuck Jared is, but he can’t be shit with a woman like you begging him to call,” a deep voice rumbled, interrupting me.

  Swiveling my head around from my corner I saw a tall, tanned, handsome man with blond hair, messy like he just woke up and rubbed his fingers through it. The sleeveless, red t-shirt he was wearing was drenched with sweat and stretched across his expansive chest. I could only assume he’d either run here or just came from the gym.

  Shayla grunted, “Shit,” and left me there with the man.

  “Excuse me?” I snapped back.

  The man, leaned over the counter towards me and repeated, “I don’t know who the fuck Jared is, but a woman like you shouldn’t be begging for him to call you back.”

  “What does that mean, a woman like me?” Annoyance was clearly evident in my voice.

  He looked me up and down with slow perusal and shook his head, but not answering my question. Annoyed, I stood and he took another, much slower look.

  Damn.

  “Listen, a woman like you should never beg a man for shit. He should be throwing whatever you want at you. You shouldn’t look like shit because you stayed up all night crying, but stayed up all night getting fucked. A woman like you should be on vacation, living your dream and doing everything you set your mind to do because you’re worth it.” His green eyes looked directly into my soul and he wouldn’t look away.

  Mesmerized by his words, his gaze, and his presence, I simply stared back at him. No snarky remarks, no sassy looks, just pure desire not at what he said but how he said it - like he meant every damn word. It wasn’t a pickup line, but something he believed.

  Someone cleared their throat and we both turned to see my manager, Scott standing there.

  “Stacey, am I interrupting something?” Scott looked at me, then at the messy haired, blond guy.

  “Uh, no Scott,” I mumbled.

  “Is Keith here?” The blond guy asked.

  “No, he’s out right now. Can I ask who’s looking for him?” Scott questioned.

  “Sean,” the guy responded. “I’ll swing by tomorrow.”

  “You’ll need to set an appointment,” Scott said in a snarky tone.

  “Thanks, but I don’t,” Sean replied back.

  He swung his gaze to me and said, “You have a better afternoon.”

  I nodded but said nothing since Scott was on deck.

  “Get back to work,” he snapped.

  Ugh. The man thought because he was the boss’ son, he could just talk to people any way he liked. He also thought he was a lover of all women and since I dodged his advances, he just snaps at me and orders me around. He’s barely here so I can deal with it but the boy is insufferable.

  Four thirty rolled around as slowly as it could and I made it home just in time to catch the ending of Anne of Green Gables. How she let go of Gilbert Blithe to be nothing but friends was beyond me. Gilbert was a catch and he was ambitious, what woman wouldn’t want to be with him? And then I thought back to what Sean was saying about me being worth it.

  I wasn’t entirely sure I understood.

  The next day couldn’t come fast enough. I looked forward to seeing Sean again. The sexy man was on my mind all night, especially when I pulled out my trusty corded Magic Wand; a battery operated boyfriend would not do. Thinking about his full lips caressing my cheek and worshipping my lips. His taut body on me, causing me to pant for him. Placing the massager right above my clit would bring a burst of vibrations, but I was feeling rather dangerous and on edge. My nipples were straining against my tank top, puckered as I thought about Sean licking them and pulling on them with his lips.

  As I pressed the on button, the sudden vibration caused my pussy to contract and I nearly jumped off my bed. Forcing myself to keep it pressed hard against my clit, I grabbed my hard nipples and thought about Sean’s tongue on my swollen clit. He would lick and suck on it, causing me to grab his messy hair to hold him, as I clamped rubbed my glistening heat up and down his face.

  His words, his green eyes, and strong arms ran across my mind, as I barreled toward my orgasm. Feeling it coming down my spine and exploding all over, I let the feeling do its magic and put me to sleep.

  The next day, Shayla immediately checked over my outfit and demanded to know why I was wearing makeup, something I rarely put on. Then she questioned the heels, which I never wear because traveling in Philadelphia via public transportation trying to look cute was not wise. I always received compliments on how I looked and most guys thought I was pretty enough but maybe I had a jerk magnet because none of them actually took me seriously.

  I wore a tennis skirt that hit mid-thigh but was a little higher in the back thanks to my assets. Pairing that with a flirty pink blouse, pin straight hair and a pair of thong sandals with a two-inch heel, my look was cute, sexy and flirty. And definitely a change from normal.

  When the door to the office opened at noon, both Shayla and I looked up. In walked a handsome gentleman in a two-piece suit with a baby green shirt and dark green tie, expensive shoes and blond hair that was slicked back. He looked good enough to eat. Even Shayla murmured, “Damn.”

  Those green eyes searche
d the small room and landed on me, then I froze. It was Sean.

  Oh my God!

  It was him!

  He walked to my side of the counter, quickly nodded at Shayla and said to me, “Afternoon.”

  “H-hi,” I stuttered.

  He smiled. “Is Keith here?”

  Shayla stood up and said, “Uh, yeah. I’ll go and get him.”

  Sean turned his head towards her and said, “Thank you.”

  He looked like a model and I must have looked like I belonged on a damn pole.

  As soon as Kayla disappeared, he leaned in and said, “Cute outfit, Stacey.”

  “Same to you,” I said before I blinked and scolded myself for saying his outfit was cute.

  He smiled again.

  “You ever get in contact with Jared?” He leaned further on his elbows.

  “No,” I continued to stare in those light green eyes and shocked that he remembered his name.

  “Good, was he a boyfriend?”

  “Was.”

  “Ahh, so you up for dinner tonight?”

  “Uh,” I blinked again. “You want to have dinner with me?”

  “Yes, I’d like to have dinner with you,” he said mockingly.

  “Yeah, I’m not sure about that.”

  “Why not?” He straightened to his full height. “I won’t bite you tonight, but I might tomorrow morning.”

  What the hell?

  “Well, you know. Just got out of a relationship and all that. Need to heal, right?”

  He shook his head. “Like I told you yesterday, you’re worth it, babe. You shouldn’t deny yourself something because some guy made you feel like you weren’t worth the time. You don’t know me, but you’ll see. I’ll make you see.”

  What?

  Sean exhaled, then he said, “Look, here’s my number. Give me a call if you change your mind.”