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  “He wants to meet up … but I’ll tell him some other time.”

  “Forget it,” I tell her. “Go see him. You’re only going to be in the same city as him for another two weeks. I’m feeling better now, really.”

  “You’re sure?” she asks, a tinge of guilt in her voice.

  “Of course. Thanks so much for meeting me. Go have fun,” I say, giving her a big smile to show her I mean it.

  She gives me a hug and heads out, turning around to wave another goodbye as she walks out the door. I relax in my seat and nurse what’s left of my fourth drink. Just as I’m finally really relaxed and find my worries washing away, I hear on my right side, “Hey, beautiful.”

  My spirit soars as I get the crazy idea that it might be that man from earlier – but no, as I turn my head, I see it’s just some guy about my age, and clearly wasted.

  I roll my eyes, “Uh, hi,” I tell him. “But I’m just trying to relax here.”

  “Why don’t you relax with me?” he stammers drunkenly, before letting out a disgusting burp.

  “No thanks,” I tell him flatly, not even turning to look at him this time, hoping he gets the hint.

  “What’s wrong, huh? You think you’re too good for me?” The creep is now standing right next to me, trying to intimidate me with his size – and his smell.

  Just as I’m starting to really get scared, wondering how I’m going to get out of this one, a deep, powerful voice booms from behind me.

  “Hey, buddy, she’s with me.”

  CHAPTER SIX – RYAN

  After storming out of the office, I take a walk for a couple minutes to cool off. Well, cool off might not be the best phrase, because the heat is killer today. After aimlessly walking for a couple blocks, I’m sweating like crazy. Luckily, once I stop and take note of my surroundings, there’s a bar right next to me.

  Some place called Chez Nous. Well, it looks like as good a place as any to get tanked in. I walk through the doors and am relieved by the dim lighting and cool temperature. I take a seat at a table toward the back of the bar and motion for a waiter.

  “Bring me a shot of whiskey and a beer,” I tell him. When they arrive I down the shot in one quick gulp, and before the waiter can walk away, I order another one. I down that one just as quickly and start drinking the beer with a little more patience.

  I sit there, letting the liquor calm me down. As I survey the room I notice something that just about stops my heart – could it be? The girl from earlier? I narrow my eyes and tilt my head to get a better look.

  There’s no doubt about it, it’s her. She’s with a friend, and when she turns her head to talk to the friend she’s with I can tell it’s that face that struck my heart like no face ever has. None of the models or actresses I’ve tried to fill the void in my heart with have awoken this feeling in me. And I don’t even know this girl. Am I just going crazy or what?

  I sit there with my eyes trained on her, unable to break my gaze. Even from behind her warm, generous curves captivate me and send my imagination running wild. When she laughs with her friend I can see the warm, rosy complexion of her cheeks, and it feels like my heart is melting.

  And if my heart is melting, well, my cock is getting rock hard. I can feel it pressing against my pants, like a wild animal yearning to break out of its cage.

  Just as I’m about to say “fuck it” and approach her in the middle of their conversation – tactful or not, I need to have her – her friend gives her a quick hug and leaves the bar.

  I finish up the last couple sips of my beer before I go make her mine, but as I’m standing up, I notice some shmuck walk up to her and drop what must be some lame pick-up line. If I have to kill this guy to make sure I have her to myself, I’ll do it, right here in this bar or anywhere else.

  It’s just as well that she’s trying to brush him off as I walk over with single-minded purpose. But this jerk just won’t quit. He keeps talking to her as she’s trying to shut him down. Well, if he won’t take the hint from her, he’ll damn sure take it from me.

  I walk up behind her, so close that I can smell the intoxicating scent of her hair. That’s it, I’m going to have her today. Nothing’s going to stand in my way.

  “Hey, buddy, she’s with me.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN – JENNA

  I turn around to the source of that stentorian proclamation and my heart skips a beat – in fact, it just about stopped dead. It’s as if my wildest fancy is brought to reality, because it’s him. None other than the gorgeous man I crossed paths with in front of the elevator this morning.

  As I was sitting down, he towered over me even more. He has his suit jacket off and his tight, perfectly tailored dress shirt was hugging his body, revealing the bulging, round outlines of his immaculately sculpted muscles. He’s stood up straight, his piercing eyes staring a hole through the drunk creep he was saving me from.

  I turn my head to look at that very same drunk creep, and I detect a flash of drunken aggression in his eyes. But even as drunk as he was, it didn’t take him long to come to whatever diminished senses he had left: he was no match for my knight in shining armor, not by a long shot. He lets out a huff of air and slinks away back from where he came from.

  With the creep gone, I lift up my gaze to meet my hero’s eyes, which are now looking at me tenderly.

  “T-thank you,” I manage to get out.

  A smirk spreads across his face, equal measures arrogant and tender. “My pleasure,” he says smoothly.

  “I … I think I saw you earlier today,” I reply. “Near the elevator … at the Cutting Edge Mag. office?”

  He lets out a light chuckle and nodded his head. He pulled out the seat next to me and sat now, his knees pointed toward me. Even sitting down he was an imposing figure, his mountain of an upper body raising his head far above mine, from where he gazed down as tenderly as ever.

  “Yes, of course,” he responds. “It could have been ten years from now and I would have remembered your face, just from those few moments.”

  My heart almost jumps out of my thrown and I feel a warmth radiating throughout my body. A warmth of affection and tenderness radiating from my heart … but a very different warmth spreading from between my legs. My pussy was wet and tingling like mad. His romantic and boldly forward response sends a chill up my spine.

  I must be grinning like an idiot, my eyes bolted to his as I respond, “Do … do you work for the company?”

  “Yeah, something like that,” he replies with a strange, dismissive chuckle. “Look, it’s been a long day. Because of that place – or the people who run it, that is. So I don’t want to talk about me right now. What about you? You’re a reporter?”

  I feel a flush of warmth at the fact that this man is actually taking a real interest in me. It seems like this can’t be real – but there’s something so genuine about him that it can’t be denied. This isn’t a dream, and this isn’t an act on his part.

  “Just an intern,” I tell him. “And yeah … me too. I mean, it’s been a long day for me too because of them. But … I can’t really talk about it.”

  Without skipping a beat he immediately responds: “Then let’s not talk. Let’s go back to my place. I’m renting a big suite at a hotel right up the block.”

  His proposal shocks me. My eyes widen in surprise, but they stay locked to his … and his tender, sincere, genuine gaze instantly makes any second thoughts on my part melt into nothing. Not to mention the fact that his chiseled, masculine face is making my whole body melt. His defined cheek bones, his full lips, his strong and expressive eyes … I fully realize how incredibly turned on I am, the most primal, insuppressible sexual desire I’ve ever felt.

  He must realize that I’m lost for words as I’m just sitting there staring at him, so he pulls out his wallet, leaves a whole hundred dollar bill on the bar counter to take care of my bill, takes his hand in mine and simply stands up, leading me speechless out of the bar.

  We walk hand in hard up the block to hi
s hotel. He shoots a seductive gaze at me, speechless, his desire written in his eyes. I feel like I’m about to melt into jelly next to him, his lustful eyes inspiring innumerable desires in my mind.

  When we arrive at his hotel I’m stunned by the lobby’s interior. I knew that New York city had some very high-class places, but I’d never seen anything like this before. Just one piece the antique furniture placed tastefully around the floor is no doubt worth more money than I’d ever made in my entire life – probably more than my whole family had ever made.

  A magnificent chandelier glistens above the room and the walls are gilded with gold trim. He walks me to the elevator and presses the up button. When the elevator arrives for us, one man gets off it, and we walk on all alone. The doors close without anyone else arriving to go up with us.

  “I guess this is our first time alone,” he says to me seductively once the doors close. He turns his full body toward me and backs me up against the elevator wall as my heart beats like crazy and the warm tingling of my pussy drives me madder and madder.

  CHAPTER EIGHT – RYAN

  “I guess this is our first time alone,” I tell her, turning my body toward her and gazing down at her with my eyes more hungry – ravenous – than ever before.

  I slowly walk toward her, backing her up against the wall of the elevator. Her eyes are looking up at me, sparkling in awe and desire. I take one more step forward so that our bodies are pressed against each other. Her warm, luscious, curvy body feels like heaven; I can’t wait to feel it naked against my hard, chiseled muscles.

  I can’t wait one second longer to possess her. I place my hand firmly on the back of her thick, luxurious hair and pull her forward. I stoop down and our mouths meet. We kiss passionately, our lips and tongues rolling together. I’m intoxicated by her scent and the soft wetness of her full, luscious lips.

  I hear the ding of the elevator. I slowly retract myself from her, gazing at her tenderly. Her mouth still hangs open in amazement, her cheeks flushed red – the most adorable sight I’ve ever seen. I turn around to lead her out of the elevator to my floor. We walk out past a couple waiting for the elevator to go down – I swell with pride to be seen with my curvy beauty.

  I open my door and we enter my hotel suite. With the door closed she says, “Wow, look at this place.”

  “There’s only one thing I want to look at,” I tell her. “That gorgeous body of yours.”

  I back her up against one of the walls of the room and greedily embrace her once again in a passionate kiss. My hands begin to feel up her body, a tantalizing appetizer of what they’ll feel when I finally get her naked – which I now begin to do.

  I unbutton her jacket and fling it to the floor. Her full, plump breasts hang out even further now, freed from the restriction of her work outfit. I unbutton her blouse and fling that aside as well, now seeing her full cleavage, her gorgeous breasts heaving with her heavy breath covered only by a bra.

  I pull my mouth away from hers so I can better gaze down at generously buxom chest. She begins to moan as I fondle her breasts in one hand while undoing her bra with the other. Finally, the bra is off, revealing the full glory of her curves. My eyes and nostril swell as I’m overtaken by animal lust.

  I lift her up with ease and place her down on a couch. I yank off her skirt and panties. I stand up and take a step back to survey the glory of her nude body. Her smooth, extravagant curves are fully exposed, the most majestic sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. The finest classical nude paintings pale in comparison to what my eyes feast on right now.

  After taking in her perfect naked body with my eyes I look back at her face. When our eyes meet again, she blushes heavier than ever, and begins to cover up her body with her hands. I quickly reach for her hands and pull them back to her sides.

  “No,” I tell her. “Don’t cover up. Let me see you.”

  I bury my face in her chest. I clasp one of her plump, full breasts and caress her firm tit with my mouth. She moans in a sweet, high pitched voice, giving herself over to the pleasure.

  My cock is so full and hard that it feels like it might burst through my pants. Unable to resist entering her for one more instant, I lift her up again as she gasps and giggles. I walk her over to the bed and lay her down, standing straight in front of her and undressing.

  Finally, I’m naked. My cock stands straight up, rock hard and solid. I see her gazing at it wide eyed and licking her lips in anticipation. It’s time to truly posses her, make her mine for now and forever.

  CHAPTER NINE – JENNA

  He’s finally naked, standing in front of me. His tender kisses and caresses have assuaged all second doubts or nerves I had. I’m laying on his huge, soft king-sized bed in the bedroom of this majestic suite, my legs spread, waiting, and dying, for him to enter me.

  He crawls on top of me, his steel-hard muscles feeling so good against my soft curves. He positions himself between my legs and slowly enters my dripping wet pussy. His huge, long cock is the hardest thing I’ve ever felt. Diamonds couldn’t be this hard. Once he’s brought his entire length inside of me, he remains still for a moment, allowing my pussy to adjust to his size and shape.

  He looks at me tenderly and says, “You feel incredible.”

  I’m only able to let out a desperate moan. “Fuck me,” I beg him.

  He starts to thrust in and out, using his thick, powerful hips to attain his full range of motion, each thrust stronger and deeper than the last. I lose myself in an ocean of ecstasy, losing all concept of time.

  I hear his breath getting deeper and quicker. Soon his breathing turns into passionate moans and grunts as the speed and intensity of his thrusts become even greater. An even deeper, more intense feeling of pleasure begins to spread up from my spine and overtake my whole body.

  I notice myself screaming his name as his final thrusts bring me to an Earth-shattering orgasm. I hear him let out a deep, primal groan as he powers forward one final thrust and finishes inside me.

  After that, I have no idea how much time must have passed before I finally came back to my senses. We both lay there on the bed, our bodies exposed in their fully glory, breathing heavily and coming back down from heaven. By the time I could take account of my surroundings the sun was already down, and I noticed the brilliant New York City skyline outside his window.

  I turned my head over and gazed at him laying beside me. Sweat still glistened on his wide, ripped chest, which was now slowly moving up and down, his breath relaxed and blissful. I saw a wide grin of utter satisfaction and happiness beaming on his face.

  It’s hard to believe everything that’s happened today. I am not the kind of girl to sleep with some guy I hardly know. But … this doesn’t feel that way. It’s impossible to explain, but ever since he rescued me in that bar, I’ve felt a true connection to him. And I’ve felt the kind of safe, genuine affection coming from him that I always dreamed existed, but never truly believed I’d find.

  I’m not a naïve person, I guess I never believed that a “soul mate” really existed, that such a thing could truly be possible. But laying in this state of bliss next to Ryan, I know that that is exactly what this is.

  A smile spreads out over my face. “Wow,” I say to him. “That was amazing.”

  He props himself up with his elbow, turns to me and replies, “The most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

  I turn to my side so that our bodies are facing one another again. I gently lay my hand over his. “I want to know everything about you,” I tell him, gazing into his dreamy eyes.

  “We’ll know everything about each other, Jenna,” he tells me back. “I love you.”

  CHAPTER TEN – RYAN

  Jenna told me all about her story. I had her e-mail me a copy and read it right away, sitting at the table in the suite’s living room, sipping on the wine that we ordered from room service. And this was a story to rival anything I’ve ever uncovered – true high-level investigative journalism, exposing major corruption.


  Unfortunately, after what I experienced at the office today, I couldn’t say I was surprised that they tried to squash the story. By then I knew they had sold out, and it was all about the money from that point forward.

  But reading through Jenna’s story and talking to her about all the work she did to uncover it, I realized that it didn’t matter that Vincent was going to flush the company down the toilet for money. I was going to take my cut and start an even better organization, one that I was going to have full control of. No investors, no partners.

  Well, with one exception: Jenna. She was never going to leave my side. I decided then that we would start a new news company, traveling the world together and changing it.