Read Asking for Andre for Free Online Page B

satisfy the ache that resided deep inside, that cried out for the hard press of a heavy male on top of her. Especially now that she knew how much better the real thing was.
    Her boyfriends in college had never made her feel that way. Her only serious boyfriend, Sean, had made her feel pretty and sophisticated but not desperate for his touch. He’d cooked for her, brought her bottles of wine and always had a line to explain why she couldn’t see him every weekend. Convincing her to let him move in with her had probably been child’s play for him. She’d ignored the tight feeling in her gut when he’d canceled plans, had turned a blind eye to all the signs he was a liar.
    It wasn’t until she’d gotten the call from his wife that she’d seen the truth. She hung her head remembering how hurt, how humiliated she’d been.
    Her grades suffered so badly she lost her scholarship. The look on her mother’s face had seared through her. Her mom had dropped out of college when she got pregnant and suffered the shame of being a single mother in a small town because she’d believed it would be better for Casey. Her mother’s disappointment had hurt worse than anything but it had forced Casey to make an important decision.
    The fiasco with Sean had only happened because she’d wanted to believe in the fairytale more than she’d believed in herself. She’d vowed to never again let a man make her lose her focus. It would only take two more years for her to finish her finance degree online. It was a chance to finally close the chapter on that part of her life and start something better. Her education was more important than the fleeting passion she could get from a relationship.
    The worst part was, she hadn’t realized until now just how mediocre her relationship with Sean had been. He hadn’t stroked her, kissed her or touched her like Andre had. They’d only done it in straight missionary position, hard and fast until he’d gotten what he needed.
    Half the time she hadn’t been into it until it was all over.
    Andre on the other hand was a master. He’d played her body like an instrument and her strings were still vibrating, her body humming with the aftershocks of her orgasms.
    After turning out all the lights, Casey carried the magazine back to her bedroom and tossed it on the bed. She stripped out of her clothes, not even bothering to put them in the hamper, before she climbed into bed. The tips of her breasts were still sensitive from Andre’s mouth and just remembering his soft tugs on her nipples made her belly clench. She closed her eyes, imagining his face as he’d licked and sucked her breasts.
    That cannot happen again.
    Sean had been a distraction but Andre was a full-scale disruption. A quick fling was probably no big deal to someone rich and famous like him but it would be devastating to her plans. Once she got her degree, she’d be able to help her mom out financially some. Her mom could stop worrying so much and finally have some fun of her own. It was the least she could do after all her mother had given up to raise her. Her degree had to come before anything else, if for no other reason than to prove to herself that she could make it on her own.
    She rolled to her side and exhaled. Her exhaustion was like a wet blanket, dragging her eyelids down, making her limbs heavy. With a weary hand, she reached out and propped the magazine on the pillow next to her. Andre’s face filled her vision almost as if he was in bed with her.
    This is as close to your dream man as you can afford to be.

Chapter Three
     
    Casey stared at herself in the mirror and tried to find words. All she could come up with was “Wow.”
    She stood in the middle of a dressing room at Neiman Marcus on Sunday afternoon, clothes strewn around the large space helter-skelter as if they’d been caught in a hurricane. She supposed in a way they had.
    Hurricane Anya.
    The woman was easily a category five when it came to her powers of