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Authors: Glenna Sinclair
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fallen, but he was there to catch me, lifting me as he carried me to the couch.
I knew the instant we became one, the instant I felt the exquisite pain and pleasure of his thick cock splitting me wide open. I wasn’t this woman anymore; I wasn’t the kind who enjoyed spontaneous sex; I wasn’t the woman who slept with a man on a whim. A lot of thought went into my every choice, even my romantic ones. This girl…this was the girl I left behind in Boston so very long ago.
I wrapped my legs around him, tugging him close against me even as he moved into a slow, gentle rhythm. But his movement didn’t remain slow and I didn’t remain passive. I clutched at his ass with both hands, grinding my hips against him as he thrust almost roughly against me. He groaned with each movement, a groan that I answered with tiny, high-pitched little cries. My orgasm seemed to lengthen, riding a wave that was higher and more intense than I’d imagined. And I rode that wave with enthusiasm, aware that this was a once in a lifetime moment and I had better embrace it as tightly as I could.
He buried his face against my shoulder when he came. I ran my hands over his back, feeling the spasms running through the length of his body. I kissed his temple, even as my own quivers continued to move unpredictably through my own body.
For a moment, I allowed myself to remember how much I loved this man. For a moment, I held him close and allowed myself the beauty of what had been a love born out of innocence, out of misplaced trust. For a moment, I forgot the hurt and the panic and the darkness I plunged into the day he told me he’d chosen another woman over me.
But only for a moment.
He sat up to touch me, to brush the hair from my face. I couldn’t look at him.
I pulled away, quickly snatching up my clothing and stepping back into it.
“Cassidy,” he said softly, the sound of it breaking what was left of my heart.
I left the room and made it to the solitude of the elevator before the sobs demanded a voice.
“I did it,” I whispered when I was back in the safety of my room. “I hope you’re happy.”
Almost as though they could hear me, my phone buzzed.
It was a text message with a short video of my baby girl.
“They said they’d let me go soon, Mommy,” she said, exhaustion and fear clear in her voice, in the streaks of dirt and dried tears on her cheeks. “You just have to give them more. You have to get him to love you. They said he’s never trusted anyone as much as he trusted you. If he loves you, he’ll be vulnerable.”
I nodded. “I know, baby.” I touched her face on the small screen of my phone. “I’ll save you. I promise.”
Chapter 9
Brian
I woke half-naked on the couch, fur on my tongue, and Cassidy’s perfume on my skin. I rolled onto my back and immediately regretted it as my head threatened to explode.
I drank too much. I knew that.
Stacy showed up to our prearranged dinner, some tall, blond fellow on her arm, hatred radiating from her eyes. And it only got worse from there. She wouldn’t speak, talking only to the man at her side. And he…he was a snooty, rich asshole, like all the assholes I grew up watching from street corners as a kid. He didn’t even have the sense to be embarrassed over the fact that he was caught between a father and his daughter. He looked down his nose at me. At me. I was Brian Callahan, founding partner and CEO of MCorp. I wasn’t just some dirt bag still living on the nickels and dimes I could pick up doing odd jobs. I was better than that. Better than him. I didn’t deserve to be treated that way.
I remembered telling him exactly that, then heading back to the hotel. I remembered stumbling into the bar, ordering a bottle of their best Irish whiskey. But that was pretty much the last thing I remembered clearly.
I had flashes of some prick calling me an old man.
I remembered the taste of Cassidy’s lips and the feel of her skin, though I wasn’t sure if that
I knew the instant we became one, the instant I felt the exquisite pain and pleasure of his thick cock splitting me wide open. I wasn’t this woman anymore; I wasn’t the kind who enjoyed spontaneous sex; I wasn’t the woman who slept with a man on a whim. A lot of thought went into my every choice, even my romantic ones. This girl…this was the girl I left behind in Boston so very long ago.
I wrapped my legs around him, tugging him close against me even as he moved into a slow, gentle rhythm. But his movement didn’t remain slow and I didn’t remain passive. I clutched at his ass with both hands, grinding my hips against him as he thrust almost roughly against me. He groaned with each movement, a groan that I answered with tiny, high-pitched little cries. My orgasm seemed to lengthen, riding a wave that was higher and more intense than I’d imagined. And I rode that wave with enthusiasm, aware that this was a once in a lifetime moment and I had better embrace it as tightly as I could.
He buried his face against my shoulder when he came. I ran my hands over his back, feeling the spasms running through the length of his body. I kissed his temple, even as my own quivers continued to move unpredictably through my own body.
For a moment, I allowed myself to remember how much I loved this man. For a moment, I held him close and allowed myself the beauty of what had been a love born out of innocence, out of misplaced trust. For a moment, I forgot the hurt and the panic and the darkness I plunged into the day he told me he’d chosen another woman over me.
But only for a moment.
He sat up to touch me, to brush the hair from my face. I couldn’t look at him.
I pulled away, quickly snatching up my clothing and stepping back into it.
“Cassidy,” he said softly, the sound of it breaking what was left of my heart.
I left the room and made it to the solitude of the elevator before the sobs demanded a voice.
“I did it,” I whispered when I was back in the safety of my room. “I hope you’re happy.”
Almost as though they could hear me, my phone buzzed.
It was a text message with a short video of my baby girl.
“They said they’d let me go soon, Mommy,” she said, exhaustion and fear clear in her voice, in the streaks of dirt and dried tears on her cheeks. “You just have to give them more. You have to get him to love you. They said he’s never trusted anyone as much as he trusted you. If he loves you, he’ll be vulnerable.”
I nodded. “I know, baby.” I touched her face on the small screen of my phone. “I’ll save you. I promise.”
Chapter 9
Brian
I woke half-naked on the couch, fur on my tongue, and Cassidy’s perfume on my skin. I rolled onto my back and immediately regretted it as my head threatened to explode.
I drank too much. I knew that.
Stacy showed up to our prearranged dinner, some tall, blond fellow on her arm, hatred radiating from her eyes. And it only got worse from there. She wouldn’t speak, talking only to the man at her side. And he…he was a snooty, rich asshole, like all the assholes I grew up watching from street corners as a kid. He didn’t even have the sense to be embarrassed over the fact that he was caught between a father and his daughter. He looked down his nose at me. At me. I was Brian Callahan, founding partner and CEO of MCorp. I wasn’t just some dirt bag still living on the nickels and dimes I could pick up doing odd jobs. I was better than that. Better than him. I didn’t deserve to be treated that way.
I remembered telling him exactly that, then heading back to the hotel. I remembered stumbling into the bar, ordering a bottle of their best Irish whiskey. But that was pretty much the last thing I remembered clearly.
I had flashes of some prick calling me an old man.
I remembered the taste of Cassidy’s lips and the feel of her skin, though I wasn’t sure if that
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