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  Approaching him with a seductive stride, she slid her hands around his. “Yes. I’m sure. We have been dodging the inevitable for six months now. It’s time for me to start being more….open.”

  That did it. That mouth of hers had unraveled him completely. Ready or not he had to have this woman or be forced to blow a big ass hole through the front of his jeans.

  Stopping his approach, she placed her hands against his chest. “I must warn you and I’m not afraid to admit this, but I don’t have all the skills that someone my age should possess, but if you show me what you want, I’ll try.”

  Noticing that she was serious, he paused. “You truly mean that, don’t you?” Pulling her into his hold, the moment their bodies met, sparks didn’t fly; they popped about a mile high.

  He fought to keep his mind focused on what she had told him. If she wanted or needed a little coaching, she definitely had the right one. As her hand sent tingling pangs of lust into his body, her kisses rendered him speechless. It didn’t appear that she needed coaching at all. Sliding his hand inside her panties, he cupped both her cheeks, lifting her so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

  She landed against his hard promised arrogance and it automatically sent waves of lust straight to her core. “Mmmm.” Instantly wet, he filled her with a burning need so strong she had reached a point of no return.

  Devin strolled to the bed effortlessly with her wrapped around him. It took Alana a moment to realize that they were in the center of her bed and she could now unhinge herself from him. She let her legs fall, but Devin held her thighs firmly against him. After taking another lazy stroll over her mouth, he laid her softly on the bed. He placed himself where he most wanted to be, between those sexy-ass legs of hers. His manhood strained against his jeans trying to get to her. Having only little pieces of his mind left, he fought to remain considerate of her. “Am I heavy?”

  Her lips were burning hot against his mouth “Not at all.” She assisted in pulling his shirt over his head. Once the shirt came off, she slung it, not caring where it landed.

  “I need you to help me get out of these jeans.” He could have easily taken his jeans off, but he wanted her hands on him. Each time he motioned to get up, he found another part of her he wanted to kiss. It took him a few minutes to back away and make it to his feet.

  Standing at the foot of her bed, he watched her approach. Now, he saw it. Why he had always been so seduced by her big brown eyes and that sassy-sexy mouth. Like a sexy kitty cat, she crawled to him with the grace and agility of lioness. She seemed to have no idea how much she turned him on or did she? Kneeling before him, she glanced up with eyes so filled with desire it made his need grow stronger.

  Reaching for his pants, Alana couldn’t help sliding her hand up and down his chest. Making him close his eyes, she glided a fingertip teasingly slow around his tight pink nipple. Enjoying his reaction, her hand slid along his abs exploring the firm masculinity of them before landing on the rim of his jeans. He wore button-fly jeans, so each time she released a button it seemed to jerk him a bit and intensify his desire. Notch by splendid notch she opened him and took her time admiring his body.

  By the time she got all the buttons opened, Devin had nearly burst from the anticipation she built in him. Reaching for the top of his pants, he intended to take them off quickly, but she stopped him by slapping his hand away.

  Standing before him, she turned hungry eyes at him. “You like this. You like me teasing you, so let me finish.”

  Although he was about to lose his mind, he had to admit, she was right. For him, this was foreplay for the record books and he was enjoying the hell out of it. With his former women, there was never any foreplay because he usually got straight to the point.

  Alana kept her eyes on his as she slid a finger into his bellybutton, along his sides, then over his ass. She watch him take in a breath as she grabbed a hand full of his ass on her tour down his body. The firm slide of her hands sent his jeans in the direction they needed to go. He popped out of his jeans so hard and ready, it almost struck her in the face. Swallowing her surprise at his size, she kept her smile hidden and continued to glide his pants off. She briefly wondered if he always went commando.

  His erect penis kissed against her cheek. His breath hitched and his body shivered, prompting her to leave his pants alone. Her attention was needed elsewhere. Using both hands, she stroked the length of him which closed his eyes as his body swayed. She enjoyed the feel, so hard, yet silky-smooth. She caressed and swiped circling hands up and down while paying close attention to his reaction. She was finding she liked this game. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. Well, yes, it was hard. Her silly thoughts made her smile.

  Giving his waist a tug, she spun his back to the bed and pushed him in. “Lie back,” she demanded.

  Getting no argument from him, he laid back on his elbows watching her.

  She worked his jeans the rest of the way down at a lingering pace. Once his pants were off, she let her eye stroll lustfully up his entire body; enjoying the view all the way up to his eyes. He'd likely never believe her, but as sexy as the rest of him was, she found his eyes the sexiest and most smothering things on his body.

  Devin enjoyed the lusty look on Alana’s face as she took in the full view of his body. He worked hard to maintain a fit body and was happy to see her finally enjoy it. When her eyes met his; the look turned naughty and innocent at the same time. “Now what?”

  I love this shit. Her personality Dominatrix had made her appearance because he couldn’t tell if she were seriously asking what to do next or playing at being naughty.

  He raised one eyebrow. “Baby, I want you to take those panties off and climb on top of me. There is something I have been dying to give you.”

  She gave a short show, licking her lips enticingly slow while dragging her panties over lush hips and shapely legs.

  He enjoyed the view as she climbed on. Perfect frame, nice full real breasts, flat stomach, small waist and legs a man didn’t mind being wrapped in. All of these fantastic features were gift wrapped in the most perfect hue of brown he'd ever laid eyes on. Damn, I am a lucky man.

  His hands went to her waist and thighs pulling her into his hardness. They both moaned as his firm hardness rubbed against her heated wetness. “You have no idea how alluring you are? Do you?”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “No, but I am sure you’re going to show me.”

  He moved her against his bulge, then proceeded to kiss and rub every part her within his reach. “Be careful now, you don’t want it all too fast.”

  “Well, I guess you need to show me how fast I need it then.”

  Devin couldn’t take it anymore and knew there had always been a damn good reason he tolerated that smart mouth of hers. Flipping her onto her back, he placed her in a position to receive his gift. She was so wet and ready he had no trouble pointing and finding exactly where he needed to go.

  Taking her mouth, he swallowed her gasp as he pushed, breaking through but not getting but half in. Staring into her eyes, he searched for permission to continue. Her tongue sliding into his mouth was all the answer he needed. Forcing himself into a snug fit, he was likely hurting her, but she didn’t complain and he couldn’t stop.

  Only when her body started to react to his movements did he inch more of himself into her. He wasn’t going to stop until she was completely full or until she didn’t want anymore. Lips at her ear, he whispered, “This is how slow you need it at first. I want you to tell me when you need it faster and deeper.”

  Breathing hard, she couldn’t possibly answer. All she could manage was a shaky, “Oh.”

  After some slow lingering thrusts, her responses started to intensify. Devin nearly lost it, but his need to please her kept him from sliding too deep into pleasure.

  Nibbling his lip, she whispered, “Devin, go deeper.”

  Giving her what she asked for, he nearly lost control in the process because she had a p
aradise of pleasure waiting for him. Pausing, he shook off the hypnotic essence coming full force at him as her body danced a slow rhythm beneath him. Never having experienced anything so satisfying, he recovered just in time.

  Kissing him deeper, she whispered against his mouth. “Now, go faster baby.”

  He gave the lady faster, but it was becoming his undoing. Her tempting and pleasing reaction robbed him of his breath, but he couldn’t stop. Goodness. She had him in a way that he had never been had before. It was hard to believe she was the one that claimed to not have the experience.

  Her voice filled his ear. “Devin. Ahh. Bae…be.”

  Overloaded by pleasure, she could only access her basic need to breath.

  Only prayer at this point kept Devin from bursting right away.

  Biting into his shoulder, Alana couldn’t control the shaking and convulsing that had so suddenly devoured her.

  Completely subdued by pleasure, Devin finally let himself be taken. An animalistic cry tore from his lips as he was flung about by a potent wave of pleasure.

  Neither had experienced such pleasure as they were both taken under by orgasmic waves; each wave building and getting stronger, each taking them deeper into a sea of continuous pleasure.

  Both were taken by an orgasmic induced seizure. Devin knew they were there together as Alana held tightly to him. He had never experienced such a lasting intense pleasure. His wife had completely blown his mind. He accepted the trip she had him on as his new obsession. Alana was the best and only drug he’d ever had and he would stalk her to the end of the earth to get another hit.

  Coming back to reality, he believed he had traveled outside his body for a moment. Alana looked entranced. How long had they been like this? The clock told him they had been enjoying each other for an hour, but it couldn’t tell him how long they had been out of their minds with pleasure.

  Devin took in Alana’s relaxed state. Based on the way she was sprawled across the bed; he was certain they had unquestionably taken a trip. Her face looked angelic and peaceful. He hated to disturb her, but he was still buried deep inside. Removing himself slow pull, he was too drained to make any quick or sudden movements.

  Stirring when he was half out, Alana’s satisfied smile lit the room.

  Falling exhaustedly onto his back, Devin took deep breaths. Staring at the ceiling, he revealed, “I have never experienced anything like that. I think I had my mind seriously blown.” His eyes travel to her clean shaven mound. “What do you have in there?”

  Pleasure drunk, she ignored his silly question. With an intoxicated smile, she admitted, “I can’t believe that is what I’ve been missing for six whole months.”

  It took effort to roll his body again, but Devin laid his head on her shoulder. Being with her like this made him want to tell her everything. “Alana, you know I can be arrogant from time to time.”

  She reacted with sarcastic surprise. “Noooo.”

  He continued, “I have never experienced a connection like this with anyone and the pleasure…I can’t even describe it. This is also the first time that I have had multiples. Call me ignorant, but I didn’t think men could get those. It completely blew my mind that you could do that to me or that we could do it to each other—at the same time.”

  It was time for her to get him back. “So, I was your first huh?”

  They both laughed.

  Chapter 23

  Taken

  Morning came too quickly. The last thing Devin wanted to do was leave Alana’s side, but he promised his staff he would attend their quarterly business brunch. Glancing at the clock, 08:08am, he realized he was already going to be late. While nibbling on Alana’s neck, he explained where he had to be.

  Lust danced along her skin as she watched Devin putting on his clothes. She wondered how she had been able to ignore such a sexy man for as long as she had. Had my anger blinded me? While walking him to the door, she revealed, “I’m coming back home. I’ll start packing today. This place doesn’t feel right to me anymore.”

  The knowledge of her coming back home had Devin hugging and kissing her the rest of the way to the door. He stepped into the hall and turned back three times for multiple rounds of hugs and kisses before heading to the elevator.

  Alana went back to bed reeling about all of the truth her husband had shown her last night.

  ***

  A few hours later, Alana nearly bounced off the walls when the sound of her doorbell called. Devin was back for more and she had every intention of being as brazen as she had been the night before.

  Running to the door, she slid across the floor in her socks like Tom Cruise in Risky Business. Not bothering to peak, she swung the door open. There in her doorway stood two tall and exceptionally muscular men. They couldn’t have been anything but body builders or nightclub bouncers. Surprisingly, one looked calm while the other projected a menacing glare.

  Immediately, Alana put on a poker face. “Can I help you gentlemen?”

  Both gaped, studying her face. The calm one spoke, “Ms. Santos, we need to come in and speak to you for a minute.”

  He wasn’t asking a question. They were going to enter her home no matter what she said. She hadn’t missed the fact that she had been addressed by her maiden name. She regretted not taking her gun from her small closet safe.

  Hesitantly, she stepped aside to allow the men to enter and left her door open on purpose. Scanning wide-eyed from one to the other, she couldn’t read their immediate intentions. The fact that one of her neighbors was never home and the other never went past her front door, was not comforting thought in light of her current situation. The priest popped into her head and she prayed that he hadn’t sent these men to kill her. Why didn’t I listen to my husband and Kevin and stay put where it was safest?

  She spoke loud enough to drown out the sound of her thundering heart. “Gentlemen, how can I help you?”

  One of the men walked around her and closed her door, ruining her escape plan. The calm one said, “Ms. Santos, we are here to take you.” Liam Neeson said it better in the movie Taken, but it had the same effect. She was scared to death.

  Time stopped after that statement. Her first thought was of her husband, then of how she would get away from these two giants.

  The calm one continued, “If you do what we say, everything will go smoothly and you will not be harmed.”

  Every evil thought she’d ever had flash through her mind. They were going to kill her, she knew it. A thick baritone voice pulled her from thoughts of being murdered. “Let’s go Ms. Santos. It’s best we do this the easy way.”

  Swallowing a large chuck of her fear, Alana forced her voice to remain calm. “I am sorry gentlemen, but I think you have the wrong person. I have nothing of value, so why would you want me?” Determined, Alana was not going to make this easy. If they wanted to take her, she wasn’t going to cheerfully follow them. No, she was resolute in making their task difficult.

  After what seemed like hours of chasing her around her apartment, Mr. Calm no longer looked calm and Mr. Vicious flashed unadulterated evil. Alana threw everything except her refrigerator at the men. Winded from ducking and dodging their attempts to subdue her, Alana fought to get oxygen into her burning lungs. She was playing chess against two players and it appeared they had finally found a way to take her. At least I was blessed enough to experience real love. This was her final thought right before her world went black.

  ***

  Alana awoke submerged in darkness. Fumbling around confused, it only took a moment to realize she wasn’t in her own bedroom. Standing, she stumbled about until she had traced the circumference of the closet sized room she was trapped in. Inspecting from floor to ceiling, she couldn’t find a way out.

  Although blind and trapped, she refused to abandon her search for a way out. Her attention was pulled upward as light started to pour from tiny pockets in the ceiling. The lights remained at the dimmest setting allowing her to narrowly see her tight surround
ings. The bed took up half the room’s space. A toilet and sink sat at the foot made the room a prison cell. Fighting to calm her nerves, Alana struggled to remember how she had gotten here.

  The last thing she remembered was the two large men who had shown up at her apartment. After chasing her around her apartment for what seemed like hours, they had subdued her. She thought they were suffocating her, but they'd apparently knocked her out somehow.

  Now here, she had no clue where she’d been taken. Her nervous breaths bounced off the walls.

  She prayed repeatedly and regretted throwing away all the time she had wasted not getting to know her husband sooner. Her greatest joy was knowing that he truly loved her. It was amazing how quickly he had become the most important thing in her life. The thought of trusting and becoming close to another man sent terror running through her veins, but Devin had started to wean away some of her fears.

  Praying and crying, she had no idea how to get herself out of this situation. The faint sound of someone outside the room drew her immediate attention.

  Chapter 24

  Second Sight

  The news of his wife coming back home had Devin on cloud nine. He and Alana had been on a roller coaster ride, but the curved paths they traveled had started to straighten. Although excited about her return, something in his gut stirred uneasiness. Unable to shake the weird vibe, a nagging ache kept punching him in the stomach. He had called her twice and hadn’t received an answer. Even when mad or arguing with him, she always answered her phone when he called.

  A crippling thought crept into his head; a snapshot of her being held captive in a dark isolated place. It had only been six hours since he had last seen her, but he couldn’t shake the negative vibes that kept stabbing him.

  After another hour of calling Alana with no response, Devin drove back to her apartment. Mind in shambles, the hour and a half drive felt like an entire day. His nerves were charged as if attempting to spark communication, but it was a language he couldn’t decipher. He hadn’t noticed his hands shaking until he reached for his door handle.