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  Well, all that’s over and I’m now at a point in my life where I can finally meet her and see if I could get an answer as to why I was so drawn to her—having this relentless desire for her was driving me crazy. I still remembered the taste of her on my lips, the feel of her body against mine, and the electric jolt that came with that kiss. I’d never experienced that before and I’ve never forgot it. I still remember the shocking electric current that blasted through me when I was overtaken by the sight of her, touching her and then tasting her. I have yet to escape the aching and burning inside me. That’s why I mindlessly went to deepen that kiss and pulled her more to me. I was too in shock by the feeling, stunned to have felt anything at all. It was a strange thing, feeling as if that was where I belonged and she with me. I instantly connected with her and in the past year…it’s never diminished one little bit.

  It was a gorgeous June day and Adriaunn Vale would have dearly loved to be anywhere but where she was headed. She took a shaky breath, which suddenly caught in her throat when the chauffeured Bentley pulled up to the location she was to exhibit a painting. It was a gorgeous, whitewall Luxury Neo-Classical Townhouse in the upper east side of Manhattan, with a black cast iron balcony in the center and black cast iron fencing in the front of the small property. She worked at Switzer Gallery of Erotic Arts and this was her first time showcase a painting in a private residence—and not just any residence or to just any client. How she ever got from trying to be a historical romance writer to an erotic art seller was beyond her.

  Actually, she knew how it happened; her writing sucked and she was near destitute, on the verge of going back home to Minnesota. Well, there she was at the house of her first showcase and her tummy kept quivering, as she grew more nervous. It had never once crossed her mind to work in any kind of gallery, let alone an erotic arts gallery. She had yet to tell her parents the truth about her job. They would totally shit!

  She sighed again, looking back up at that stunning house—the man was one of the ultra-rich apparently, and she knew this was big. It was one of those ‘make or break you’ type of clients. The Gallery was operating in the red, about to go under, and she’d be out of a job. This had to go well. “Well, here goes nothing. Oh man, I hope I’m not in over my head here.” She looked over the car, his car, running her hand over the plush leather seat, and then took a deep breath. Dear lord, she could smell him, a heavy masculine scent that wasn’t like any cologne she’d ever smelled. It was intoxicating and she loved it, but she wasn’t there to admire his gorgeous car or…smell him. Drawing up her courage and fighting her intimidation, she stepped out of the car and took the large painting the chauffeur retrieved out of the trunk already and headed in.

  About fucking time. Looking down at his watch he saw that she was actually a few minutes early. He liked punctuality. Finally. All that time and effort I put in on her, all these years I kept her around and getting her ready to meet me and now the moment has arrived. I just know it will be worth my time, watching and waiting, by slow degree teaching, training her to be with a man of my…specific tastes. Fuck, my cock is like a knot. I finally get to live out my hottest fantasy! Suddenly, images of her pussy in her tight jeans flashed through his mind, knowing what she had. I’m forty-four years old. I’ve done my job and raised my kids; got them out of the house, on their own and there is no shame in taking care of myself now. Who better to start with? We’ll see how she does and how this goes.

  Sebastian rubbed down over his swelling crotch as he watched the pretty brunette timidly step into the foyer of his home. His cock, if it were at all possible, swelled even tighter at the sight of her. He was so ready for her. She froze and stood there with her mouth dropped open, looking up at all the grandeur surrounding her. She smiled and lightly chuckled.

  Good, she likes the place. Sebastian didn’t know why this pleased him so much, but it did. He wanted her to like his home, to be impressed, to like him and be impressed with him. And yet you’re sitting here with your dick at full mast!

  The girl was cute–well, he couldn’t really call her a girl when she was thirty-eight years old, but she looked younger, early twenties. Yes, there was definitely something about her and that electric jolt was back in full force. The aching and burning of arousal and desire immediately blasted through him the second she came into view. She was slender, lightly toned, knowing she worked out and kept herself in shape. Her curves were perfectly proportioned to her size and just how he liked them. Her long brunette hair had just recently been highlighted and colored, leaving soft, long streaks of gold that mingled with her dark hair. He loved her green eyes, naturally thick, long lashes, high cheekbones, and soft, full pink lips—never having seen Adri with excessive makeup on. She was a natural beauty and what makeup she wore was always light and natural. And again, that skin of hers was exquisite, having a natural hint of a tan color to it, so flawless and perfect.

  “Bring the painting here, Adriaunn.”

  She spun around and almost dropped the painting, suddenly freezing where she stood. At first, stunned by the sound of her name being pronounced correctly for once, all coherent thoughts vanished when suddenly, her brain froze in total shock as her eyes fell on the man who spoke her name. Fuckalicous hot! It’s him, that guy she’d seen before—

  Yeah, baby, it’s me.

  Adri just stared and felt her body instantly respond to the sight of the gorgeous man before her. She felt the pulsing pleasure surging all throughout her body, feeling the electric look between them. Every time she’d seen him here and there her body reacted, jumped with excitement and heat, so turned on and that was just someplace she didn’t want to explore with herself. She didn’t dare. And so she turned and went another way. Oh crap! Now I’m actually in the man’s home and on the job, unable to run. Shit! Please god, don’t let him be a freak—Ooh, turn out to be a rapist or crazy killer or—Stop it Adriaunn! You’re being ridiculous and stop talking to yourself. You’re staring like an idiot! Oh wow! Her brain was just all over the place in its state of sudden shock.

  Neither one seemed able to pull their eyes from the other until his eyes blatantly skimmed over her form. No Way! The man was strikingly handsome, absolutely gorgeous, just stunning. Her mouth instantly dried and her heart leapt into her throat over the shock. Her entire body instantly tightened with need just at the sight of him, her nipples tight and aching. She saw his lips slightly curl into a soft smile as if he’d understood what she just thought, but maybe she unconsciously spoke? Did she? She did. She just said ‘holy fuck,’ where he could read the words on her lips. Nice! He was clearly amused by it. This man was familiar to her. She knew him, yet…couldn’t exactly place him. Maybe an event or a party here or there. She’d seen him before and his deep, silky voice, she’s heard it before! All of him was familiar to her, but she couldn’t place him to save her life. Her mind began played tricks on her, due to her overwrought imagination and she actually saw him everywhere.

  He was tall, sandy blond hair that was styled in that messy, rough cut, gorgeous blue eyes, and a perfectly chiseled, strong face that was shadowed by a day’s worth of whiskers and a soft mustache above his full lips. And his body?! It was beautiful–fuck he was gorgeous! Nice, very nice indeed. It was masculine and obviously slabbed in muscles; large, strong, and hard. She could just see that this man was built for giving pleasure! Good lord! He was dressed in black slacks, open white shirt—a tux. He was sublime. She nearly went dizzy from the amount of time spent not breathing while her air was caught in her throat, along with her tongue that she nearly swallowed.

  Nice. She’s not impervious to my looks, but that’s where attraction always starts. That just makes this all the easier—maybe. She’s not your average girl, not a filthy and nasty slut, but she will be once I’m done with her. I should feel guilty and send her back—I should, but no. Fuck no, actually. He secretly laughed at himself for the ridiculous thought. His mind and body instantly repelled the idea of giving her up; giving no room for
what little conscience he had to surface, not even for a second. I just can’t. Couldn’t. I want her and I’m going to have her. She’s a sweet girl and I bet she tastes sweet as well. We’ll soon find out.

  She forced herself to breathe, clearing the shock from her brain as she tried gaining control of her pounding senses. But…it was proving difficult. Her nipples were set in little knots. Please God, don’t let him be able to see that—oh yeah, I have a coat on, but…he’ll want it off. Ugh! “Showtime,” she whispered under her breath, keeping her eyes focused on him.

  He’s just a man. He’s just a man…he’s just a man…a gorgeous fucking hot man that I’d love to have biting my hard nipples right now–Ohmigod, it’s hard! Holy shit, is he actually sitting there with a hard-on?! Ooh, I bet his dick is beautiful. What the hell are you doing, Adri—shut the hell up—concentrate! Think-think-think! Oh god, but seriously, how I would so love to get a good fuck off of that. She suddenly had a whirlwind of erotic images of them flashing through her mind. I bet anything he could give it to me! Shit, look at him, who the hell wouldn’t?! Damn, I’m severely wet! Great! That’ll look nice—ugh! And who am I kidding?! Get fucking real, Adri; he’d never in a billion years ever have the slightest interest in you! And that instantly sobered her and cleared her fuzzy head. She was able to gain control of herself. All right…Let's sell this bitch.

  She stared one last moment, unaware that she just licked her lips in lust and gave a slight moan in pleasure. Putting one foot in front of the other, she straightened up, turned on her professionalism and sexualism, and lifted the painting, keeping her eyes on his. She recited the rules in her head; he liked eye contact and she kept hers on his, easily enough since he was beautiful. She kept her mouth shut, never to speak unless spoken to; rule number one. That alone was a challenge since she was in these ridiculous heels Stanly Switzer, her boss, insisted she wore to go with the horrid outfit. She walked with one foot in front of the other—her supermodel walk—ass swaying, sexy and confident, making it up to the easel. So far so good–she cried out as her heel caught on the rug and she almost lost the painting completely, the end of it hitting the floor. She stepped forward, but kept a hold of the painting and managed to stay upright, not going full sprawl onto the floor. A flashing burn streaked across her cheeks, her body heating to about one hundred degrees of embarrassment. She sat there for a second, stunned. She rose up, but couldn’t look at him, keeping her head bowed.

  “Forgive me, sir. I’m so sorry, sir!” she replied, dropping her head, trying her best to hide her burning blush and regain her composure as she felt her entire body being laced with embarrassment. She couldn’t move her foot; the heel was still caught on the rug. The man visibly stilled in shock, tensing, and then pressed his fisted hand to his lips with his eyes flashing wide; his breathing suddenly hard—displeased?

  HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Are you kidding me—are the fates trying to kill me?! Oh sweet mother of–To see her there, bent down in that submissive pose, giving him the ‘Sir’ treatment with her head bowed, he was now the one with his tongue nearly down his throat and unable to breathe. It was almost more than he could bare and he just about came all over himself! That would have been nice, he thought, giving a mental roll of his eyes. Could the fates be any crueler? I’m hanging on by a thread here as it is! Ooh fuck, she’s just shot herself up on my list, from maybe fuckable to absolutely in-my-near-future fuck. Damn, she is stunningly gorgeous now and an angel at that. I have to use all my resources to get her into my bed. She has such a pretty, soft face, young looking, blushes so sweetly; a fuckable angel that would look hot in my collar—whoa, wait a fucking minute. No, not collared, that’s too serious and hardcore, but her cunt is now definitely mine and I’m going to stop at nothing to have her. Get up you stupid fuck! Go help her and stop gawking at her with your dick hanging out like a school boy! I have to touch her…and smell her. I just know her cunt is gushing wet!

  “I can’t believe I—” Was he furious or not? She couldn’t tell and froze as he shot up to his feet, going over to her. He put his hand on her shoulder to make sure she was steady on those ridiculously high heels.

  “It’s all right, women throw themselves at my feet all the time,” Sebastian teased, coming forward and putting out his hand, crooking a grin as she sighed and smiled so sweetly up at him. Oh man. CUTE!

  Yes, she was positive they did. Arrogant, of course. Please God, don’t let him be an egotistical prick. She reached up and clasped her hand around his huge, hot, hard arm, heat blasting all through her. Their eyes locked in a heated stare. No way! She took a short gasping breath as she felt a sudden, electric pulsing shoot straight across her breast down between her legs. Wet heat instantly gathered and her senses drowned in the spicy, sexy scent of his body. The feel of him, his heat, and the smell of him was intoxicating. She could hear how shallow her breaths were. His eyes were not dropping from hers and the air was instantly heavy and charged, heat radiated between them. She refused to be intimidated by him or the instant attraction. He was taller than she thought and his features harder and sexier. Oh fuck, he was beautiful. His blue eyes were still filled with amusement and his words still lingered between them, his voice so deep and sexy. Her eyes dropped to his full lips, wondering if he tasted good, too. A duh, of course he did. I could just see him biting my nipple–focus, Adri! Oh god, this is going to be really hard. FOCUS! She mentally screamed and then took a deep breath, doing her best to try and put her salacious thoughts away. “Thanks–ah–Thank you, sir—I’m stuck still—the heel.”

  With her words of thanks softly spoken, she looked down to make sure her stockings weren’t ruined and that her breasts were still concealed behind her flimsy corset. She stepped back as he looked down, coming around her back and kneeling down to her foot. She put all her concentration on teetering on one foot as he wrapped his hands around her ankle and worked on dislodging the heel from the precious weave of the expensive rug. She felt it come loose and then suddenly gasped as he rose behind her, his hand stayed on her leg, slipping clear up between her thighs, almost reaching the apex of them. He reached for the painting and picked it up before she could jump out of the way. Stepping around her, he swung it around and placed it on the large, gold easel.

  Her thighs burned where his fingers had slid upward on them…

  The painting was bigger than she was. Rushing forward, she reached up, unpinned the cloth, and carefully drew down the covering from over the canvas. She stood back with him and looked the piece over. She froze with her eyes wide upon the painting, shooting them down to the floor as she spun away–oh shit, eye contact. She dropped the sheet and turned back, lifting her eyes easily back up on him. She kept her eyes on his, backing up to stand next to the work of art, such as it was, as he continued to examine the piece.

  One would think selling erotic art would eventually desensitize her, but occasionally, there were those pieces that surfaced and horrified her. Well, this particular painting was one of those pieces, and for the fifth time since walking in the door, her cheeks were flaming hot with embarrassment. All she was told about this man was that she was to be extremely cautious. He was ruthlessly controlling, very sexually aggressive, powerful in every way, and she shouldn’t ever be shocked by anything he said or his crudeness. She was going to kill Stan for sending her here to do this showcase.

  Booyah, Stan, my man. You get brownie points for this one, buddy. Perfect fucking painting. Nothing like a little hardcore BDSM to set the mood and conversation and get us there faster. Though she doesn’t exactly look real into it. Grossed out more like it.

  Still, she was in shock; the man was actually hard and wasn’t doing a thing to disguise that fact! She could clearly see a beautiful cock-line on his pants, but kept her eyes up on his face, dreamily.

  “Tell me, how does one show erotic art when they find it so distasteful?”

  “I collect the payment in the store, where the exhibits are far…milder. This is my first showing, but I do
n’t find all of it distasteful. Some of it is actually quite beautiful.”

  He shifted his blue eyes over at her.

  “Sir,” she added and relaxed when he gave a light moan. Putting his eyes back on the painting, he backed up, waving her to him. She stepped toward him, her heels clacking on the tile floor. He gently grasped her arm and turned her around, making her face it. She gasped from the heat coming off his hands, rolling her eyes as the beautiful, masculine scent lingered around them, filling her senses…and tasting it on her tongue when she breathed. He was yummy to smell and she loved how it played over her tongue, which was now tingling to taste his soft, perfect skin. She loved his touch, large hands that were so warm and…soft. She then gasped again as she felt the rest of his body fit up against hers. She held her breath again as his body heat burned into the back of hers, when he pulled her back against him and…his erection. Oh fuck—don’t rub your ass back! Don’t rub back—ooh god, I want to rub on it. Please let me at some point get to rub on it. Ha-ha-ha! If only he knew what was going through my head and how badly I wanted him.

  Fuck I can smell her pussy from here. Oh yeah, feel that, honey? That’s all for you. Feel how perfect we fit. Her ass is sensational. Man, how glorious it will be to fuck it one day and fill all her sweet spot up with my cock. Ooh, she’s going to feel so good.

  She put her eyes on the painting and looked at it with him. It was hard at first; her natural instinct was to look away. She gasped as he gripped her jaw and jerked her head back up, forcing her to look at it. She felt him press her body back against his when she tried to move, felt his erection, and felt the heat of his mouth by her ear.