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the midst of my seduction, I realize
this is totally out of character and wonder what’s come over me.
What has Alexander Preston done to me? We walk into my white
bedroom, where a single candle glows, adding a softness to the
lights from the city, which filter in through the floor-to-ceiling
windows. Before I can make it to the bed, Steve wraps his arms
around my waist and then slides his hands up and down my sides and
hips. He puts his lips right to my ear and whispers, “I have missed
you, Elizabeth.”
    For some reason, I still don’t want to talk.
“Shh. Just fuck me, Steve.”
    “As you wish.”
    Without another word, he slips his hands up
to my shoulders and slowly pulls my shirt down. A moment later, it
puddles around my ankles. He runs his hands down my spine, then
cups my ass, which is, as he so often tells me, his favorite part
of my anatomy. As he kneads my buttocks from behind, he leans in
and begins pressing kisses along my shoulders. His lips feel so
good, and before I know it, the day’s cares begin melting away. Sex
is my very favorite stress reliever. Maybe I am addicted; I don’t
know, but all things considered, I don’t really care, either.
Steve’s running his hands all over my body, from my ass to my
breasts, and as he squeezes each nipple between his fingers, I let
out a moan. His long, hard response presses against my backside.
Yes, he is ready for me, and I am more than ready for him. I press
my ass against him, hoping he’ll get the signal. My not-so-subtle
hint must work, because he straightens, and I hear the zipper of
his jeans as he slides it down. Before I know it, I he removes his
shirt, and, nearly naked, he guides me to lie on the bed. I lie
there flat on my stomach, waiting for him to come into me. This is
the fun part. I never know when it’s coming. He lies on top of me
and begins pressing kisses from my nape, down along my spine. He
spreads my legs, and without warning, he’s inside me. As he thrusts
into me, over and over, my insides relax, and I begin to enjoy
every movement. I moan, and my eyes drift closed. An image appears
in my mind. Oh, Alex . My eyes fly open. Alex ! What
the…? But I know why I pictured him just now. I want him…it’s
that simple. Oh, how I want to feel him like this. Just thinking
about him takes me to the edge. My entire body begins to tense; I’m
getting close. Every muscle in my body screams for release. Steve
thrusts into me two more times, and we both cry out, finding our
release. I collapse onto the bed, breathing so hard you would think
my lungs would explode. Steve lies next to me with his hand against
his forehead.
    “So, Elizabeth, are you going to tell me
what this booty call was about? I’ve never seen you like this.”
    I look into his big, brown eyes. There’s no
way I can actually tell him I needed release because another man
got me all hot and bothered. I definitely can’t tell him I
was thinking about that same man while we were having sex,
so I go for my usual response.
    “Nothing. I mean…no particular reason, other
than the fact I needed sex. I was at the bar and had a few
drinks…and I wanted to get laid.”
    He eyes me like he doesn’t believe me. Maybe
he does know me too well.
    “Okay, if you say so.” He sighs and sits up.
“If you need it again, you know my number. I’m going to head
home.”
    “Okay. Thank you, Steve.”
    He bends down and places a kiss on my
forehead. “As always, Ms. Elizabeth, it was my pleasure.”
    He gets up, dresses, and once I hear the
door shut, and I allow my eyes to drift closed.
    *****
     
    “Good morning, slut! Wake up!”
    Alright, I love my sister, but at this
point, I want to kill her.
    “Becca, are you crazy? What time is it?”
    Something falls on my backside—my still
completely naked backside, visible because I’m lying on top of the
covers on my bed.
    “It’s time to get up. We need to go shopping
for your big date tonight with Mr. Hottie. Plus, you probably