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Chapter One
Kate Winston watched the steaming water surge from the kitchen faucet. The water mingled with the mild dish soap, creating a bubble haven. As the orbs grew higher to the rim of the washbowl, she sighed. This weekly ritual had started to irritate her. Friday night she'd go to the local singles' bar with her friends from work, drink, flirt and go home. Alone. Always alone.
She'd arrive at home sexually frustrated and tear into her bedroom, attacking her nightstand drawer with a frenzy knowing only a few minutes stood between her and an explosive release. Minutes later, her orgasm would come over her with a self indulgence only she could appreciate. The wave of release, making her imagine a man's tongue on her clit instead of a plastic vibrator. How her body shuddered from the explosion of liberation.
Kate reached over, turned off the hot tap faucet handle and stared out the window into the evolving sunrise. The break of dawn had arrived and so had her tradition of the morning after. Most women cleaned the bathrooms every week or dusted the living room entertainment center, but not Kate. It was her Saturday morning routine to fill up her kitchen sink with hot soapy water and clean her vibrators.
Releasing an elongated sigh, she rolled up the sleeves of her brother Kurt's old shirt, wishing it really belonged to another man, and plunged her hands deep into the tepid water. One by one she cleaned every curve, nub and cranny of each battery operated device. She'd spent so many weekend mornings doing this while her coffee brewed not three-feet away from her she could do it in the dark with her eyes blindfolded.
Minutes later, all her playmates lined up on a towel air-drying on the counter, Kate dried her hand and moved to the coffee pot, mindlessly filling her coffee mug. She sipped the hot brew, burning her lips.
“Mhmm,” she murmured, raising her fingertips to her lips. The pain soon disappeared but reminded her of the pain deep within her, the way Rome Sterling kept breaking her heart.
She'd arrived home the night before sexually frustrated and downright pissed off at him for ignoring her advances. And not just from last night, from all the years of turn-downs. Her frustration with Rome went well beyond the norm.
In the beginning when she'd been so moist and her pussy throbbed for him, she could come home spend a half hour with one of her toys, have a great release while imagining Rome was fucking her. But lately, she needed more. More than what a few hours a week of masturbating had to offer. She wanted to feel Rome's hard cock slamming into her, his tongue swirling her swollen clit, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.
Taking another sip of her coffee, Kate swallowed the steamy liquid remembering her most recent run-in with Rome at the bar the previous night.
She'd been laughing and flirting with another man. A very attractive man, and she'd hope to be invited back to his place for a night of unadulterated sex. Then, from her peripheral vision she caught a glimpse of Rome. His bulk had filled the doorway to the bar.
His dark hair glistened in the hazy bar lights. Even without seeing his eyes, she knew the obsidian tinge was brooding. His powerful arms stretching the material of his shirt to its maximum. His brawny thighs filling every inch of the denim encasing them, showing off the muscular legs beneath. He took her breath away.
As he entered the bar, Kate inhaled sharply. Her insides quivered, her pussy throbbed and her heart raced. The man had such a force over her. She shifted in her seat as the moisture developed between her legs, and she squirmed as she watched Rome swagger across the room. Kurt entered moments after Rome crossed the threshold, and immediately made eye contact, warning her off his friend. Kurt knew her true feelings and had always told her to leave Rome alone. She was out of his league, he'd said.
Kate disagreed with her brother in that aspect. Having loved Rome all these
Kate Winston watched the steaming water surge from the kitchen faucet. The water mingled with the mild dish soap, creating a bubble haven. As the orbs grew higher to the rim of the washbowl, she sighed. This weekly ritual had started to irritate her. Friday night she'd go to the local singles' bar with her friends from work, drink, flirt and go home. Alone. Always alone.
She'd arrive at home sexually frustrated and tear into her bedroom, attacking her nightstand drawer with a frenzy knowing only a few minutes stood between her and an explosive release. Minutes later, her orgasm would come over her with a self indulgence only she could appreciate. The wave of release, making her imagine a man's tongue on her clit instead of a plastic vibrator. How her body shuddered from the explosion of liberation.
Kate reached over, turned off the hot tap faucet handle and stared out the window into the evolving sunrise. The break of dawn had arrived and so had her tradition of the morning after. Most women cleaned the bathrooms every week or dusted the living room entertainment center, but not Kate. It was her Saturday morning routine to fill up her kitchen sink with hot soapy water and clean her vibrators.
Releasing an elongated sigh, she rolled up the sleeves of her brother Kurt's old shirt, wishing it really belonged to another man, and plunged her hands deep into the tepid water. One by one she cleaned every curve, nub and cranny of each battery operated device. She'd spent so many weekend mornings doing this while her coffee brewed not three-feet away from her she could do it in the dark with her eyes blindfolded.
Minutes later, all her playmates lined up on a towel air-drying on the counter, Kate dried her hand and moved to the coffee pot, mindlessly filling her coffee mug. She sipped the hot brew, burning her lips.
“Mhmm,” she murmured, raising her fingertips to her lips. The pain soon disappeared but reminded her of the pain deep within her, the way Rome Sterling kept breaking her heart.
She'd arrived home the night before sexually frustrated and downright pissed off at him for ignoring her advances. And not just from last night, from all the years of turn-downs. Her frustration with Rome went well beyond the norm.
In the beginning when she'd been so moist and her pussy throbbed for him, she could come home spend a half hour with one of her toys, have a great release while imagining Rome was fucking her. But lately, she needed more. More than what a few hours a week of masturbating had to offer. She wanted to feel Rome's hard cock slamming into her, his tongue swirling her swollen clit, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.
Taking another sip of her coffee, Kate swallowed the steamy liquid remembering her most recent run-in with Rome at the bar the previous night.
She'd been laughing and flirting with another man. A very attractive man, and she'd hope to be invited back to his place for a night of unadulterated sex. Then, from her peripheral vision she caught a glimpse of Rome. His bulk had filled the doorway to the bar.
His dark hair glistened in the hazy bar lights. Even without seeing his eyes, she knew the obsidian tinge was brooding. His powerful arms stretching the material of his shirt to its maximum. His brawny thighs filling every inch of the denim encasing them, showing off the muscular legs beneath. He took her breath away.
As he entered the bar, Kate inhaled sharply. Her insides quivered, her pussy throbbed and her heart raced. The man had such a force over her. She shifted in her seat as the moisture developed between her legs, and she squirmed as she watched Rome swagger across the room. Kurt entered moments after Rome crossed the threshold, and immediately made eye contact, warning her off his friend. Kurt knew her true feelings and had always told her to leave Rome alone. She was out of his league, he'd said.
Kate disagreed with her brother in that aspect. Having loved Rome all these
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