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  I struggled with the lust, which threatened to override my concern and love for Eddy. As I did, I continued to finger fuck her. She started to jerk me off.

  Within minutes, I was lost in a world of lust. I closed my eyes and gasped as I came, shooting cum over her fingers.

  She kneeled and slowly licked my cock. Then she took me in her mouth. Feeling her hands cupping my balls and her lips and tongue caressing my cock, I had to have her. Even though he'd known Lea was my woman, Eddy had pursued her in secret. He hadn't given my feelings the slightest consideration. Why shouldn't I return the favor? I was going to fuck her all damn night until my cock was sore and her pussy lips were red and swollen and my cum seeped out of her cunt.

  Sensing my surrender, she drew away from me with a sensuous smile playing about her soft pink lips. I could see the tip of her tongue as she rose. Before the night was over, I'd be thrusting my cock between those pretty lips and hosing down her throat.

  But first I would have that bare cunt fuck and fill her with cum. This time, despite her protest, I was going to take her anal virginity.

  She walked across the room and leaned over the back of the sofa with her legs parted and her small, cute ass on display. She smiled at me over her shoulder. "Take your clothes off. I want to admire that big, sculptured body of yours with those long, legs and those tight buns. Then bring that big monster cock of yours over here and fuck me until I weep."

  I briefly considered using the excuse that I needed time to recuperate before I could come again, but when I'm really horny, I don't need much time to recharge my batteries. And I was horny as hell. Besides, God help me, I couldn't resist her. There was still a small part of my brain that insisted I couldn't go any further, but with my cock hard and hungry, I wasn't listening. It would take an act of God to stop me from fucking her now. I'd deal with the consequences later.

  I pushed myself away from the door and quickly undressed. With my cock bouncing in front of my body like a hard nine-inch pole, I hurried across the room to the sofa.

  I moved to stand behind her and stroked my fingers between her legs. I fingered her slit. Her cunt was flooded. I withdrew my fingers and bent my legs to get into position to thrust up into her with one hard plunge. I gripped my cock and I slid it along her slit.

  She was so hot and horny, pussy juice coated the head of my shaft. She moaned with lust and wiggled her hips. "Oh, yes, baby. Yes. Do it now. Now ram that hard pole of yours all the way in me with one plunge. Fuck me hard enough to hurt me. Make me cry with lust and pain. Tear this pussy up and brand it and me as yours."

  Her desire for painful sex had always unnerved me a little. While I love hard, no-holds barred sex as well as the next man, I'm not into intentionally inflicting pain on a lover. In addition to enjoying a hard, raunchy fuck sans a condom (Yes, I know it's crazy. I haven't indulged in unprotected sex in over seven long years, but a man can dream, can't he?).

  Where was I? Oh, yes, I prefer making slow love to my woman so she enjoys every deep, leisurely thrust. I like to make my woman's toes curl and her back arch as she shatters around me, coming all over me. There are few things sweeter than having your dick buried balls deep in a hot, tight, coming pussy.

  But if Lea wanted to be fucked, I'd fuck her until her damned knees knocked. I pressed my cock against her entrance. She slid her hips back slightly. The head of my shaft slipped between the lips of her sex.

  Damn, it had been so long since I'd fucked such a sweet cunt. I cupped my hands over her small breasts and slowly slid into her. I closed my eyes, enjoying invading each inch of her tight box.

  With her pussy stretched taut over me, I licked the side of her neck. I slid one hand down her body in search of her clit. Rubbing my thumb over it, I drew my hips backward so that only my tip remained inside her.

  "Oh, Jake. Jake. Give it to me."

  I gave it to her, pushing my entire length back into her.

  Fully impaled on me, she wiggled her ass wildly, tightening her vaginal muscles around me. I could feel her pussy juices flowing over my cock.

  I gritted my teeth and fought hard not to come. I needed this fuck to last as long as possible.

  I jumped guiltily when the phone on the end table beside the sofa rang.

  "Ignore it," she ordered, reaching back to stroke my thigh.

  I glanced at the caller ID and stiffened. Bree. I was tempted to obey Lea's command, but only for a moment. I'm not sure why or even where I got the strength to stop fucking her. Holding my cock still inside her, I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

  "I'm glad I caught you, Jake. I'm running a little late. Can you pick me up half an hour later at six-thirty?"

  Perfect. I could finish fucking Lea's sweet cunt before I picked up Bree. "No problem."

  "Is something wrong?"

  "No. Why do you ask?"

  "You sound breathless. Are you sure everything's all right? Do you need to talk?"

  Talking was the last thing I wanted.

  "Jake? I know something's wrong. Talk to me and tell me what it is. I can't help if you don't. Are you about to do something you shouldn't?

  I wanted to tell her to leave me the fuck alone, but I couldn't. Her soft, caressing voice washed over me with the force of ice-cold water. My head cleared. I looked down at my cock protruding from between the pale cheeks of my only brother's wife and shuddered with revulsion and shame. I'd crossed a line no man should ever cross regardless of the temptation.

  Sucking in a deep, painful breath, I jerked away from Lea and sank down onto the edge of the end table. "No. I'm fine now. I'll see you at six-thirty."

  "Jake? Are you sure?"

  Damn. It was almost as if she knew I'd been fucking Lea. "I'll be fine. Bye." I hung up.

  "Who the hell was that?"

  I turned to find Lea glaring at me. "Bree. We have a date." I glanced at my watch. "In about an hour and a half so let yourself out." I rose and turned away.

  "Where the fuck do you think you're going, Jake?" She grabbed my arm. "Don't you dare walk away from me before I've come. You're going to fuck me at least once and if you do a good job, I just might let you out of my pussy in time to arrive fashionably late for your date with Bree."

  I jerked away and faced her. "Hell will freeze over before I fuck my only brother's wife."

  "In case you've forgotten, you were fucking me pretty good before. If you think that frigid bitch is going to let you fuck her tonight, you can think again."

  I recalled the feel of Bree's plush, well-padded body against mine. There was no way Lea or anyone else was going to convince me she was frigid. But even if she were, once we were both in bed, I'd warm her up and keep her hot.

  "You pushed me too far when I was weak, but it won't happen again."

  "The hell it won't. I want some cock, Jake."

  "You've had all you're getting. I'm going to shower. If you're not gone when I get back, I will physically pick you up and toss you out on your narrow, flat ass."

  Her green eyes narrowed. "You're mine, Jake and I will be damned if I'll let that conniving bitch take you from me."

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  She lay naked on her stomach with her legs parted, her eyes closed, and her hands spread on either side of her head. The man lying on top of her whispered against her ear, "You are so beautiful. . . so sexy. You feel so good. . . so hot. . . so tight. . . so slick. I've never felt this way with anyone else. I can't get enough of you. I love you so much."

  His words danced over her skin like a silken caress. A riot of emotions raced through her. She felt loved, desired, adored, and free to be as wanton as she'd always longed to be with him. "I love you too," she moaned. "I hunger for you. Feed my hunger. Fuck me!"

  He laced his fingers through hers, kissed the back of her neck, lowered his powerful hips against her butt, and slowly, deliciously stroked his thick, hard length deep into the center of her slick need. The fire in her belly raged and spread lower, coming to an aching, burning stop between her legs.

  Raining kisses onto her neck and filling her ears and heart with hot words of love and lust for her sensuous, dark body, he stroked deep and hard into her, branding her body and claiming her body and her heart as his alone.

  She had waited so long for these sweet, wonderful moments so full of passion and delight. A wave of need, love, and lust crashed over her. The fire in her core became a raging inferno, consuming her. Her body on fire, she cried out, shattering into a million, blissful, blazing pieces around his plundering cock.

  "Oh, baby! Yes!" Nipping at her neck, he lowered his full weight onto her body, squeezing her fingers so hard her hands tingled. He thrust hard and deep. . . so deep her toes curled. Arching her back, she gasped with a combination of joy and pain as he came, filling her with his seed.

  She lay smoldering under him, gasping with pleasure, her heart racing, savoring the knowledge that there was nothing between them. No inhibitions. No condoms. There was just their love and their desire for each other.

  "I love you so much, Jefferson."

  There was no response and in a moment, his big, hard body no longer pressed down on hers. She turned, opened her eyes, and groaned as the dream faded.

  Sharde Donovan lay alone in her bed, her nightgown soaked, her panties damp, and her heart aching. She turned and buried her face in her pillow, bitter tears stinging her eyes. She could not go on like this. Something had to give. Either she had to find a way to catch Jefferson Calder's eye, or she had to make a clean break and move on with her life.

  That would mean leaving her job as Technology Manager at Calder Technologies. She'd been with the company for nine years. She loved her job, but her increasingly graphic and erotic dreams were a sign she was but a breath away from becoming obsessed with a man who saw her as nothing more than his efficient technology manager/confidant. As things stood now, she had absolutely no chance of ever becoming the woman Jefferson sought out when he wanted to make love. Calder's woman. That's what she longed to be. During the nine years she'd known him, she'd dated and been intimate with a few men, but always found herself comparing each lover to Jefferson. She sighed. Small wonder none of her relationships had blossomed into anything lasting or worthwhile.

  She rolled onto her back and slid out of bed. She walked into the bathroom, tossed her nightgown and panties into the hamper, and stared at her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror. Bare of makeup, the face that stared back at her was golden brown and smooth. Her lips were full, her eyes hazel. With makeup and a little help from complimentary lighting, she suspected some men might consider her "cute," but far from pretty.

  Cute women didn't land hunks like Jefferson. Gorgeous men like him ended up with the sexy, sultry women uninhibited enough to make the most of their sexuality to get what they wanted. While she had no desire to slink around collecting men like trophies, she did want Jefferson. The question was how much she wanted him and what was she prepared to do to get him.

  She sighed and walked to the shower. She stood under the cool water. Okay, Sharde. Playtime is over. You have one month to turn his head. One month. If he doesn't notice you're a blasted woman within that time, you give your notice and you walk away. And you don't look back.

  Her thoughts drifted to the last time she'd been alone with him, two weeks earlier. She tightened her lips. You're not spending another blasted Super Bowl Sunday with him being treated like one of the boys. And there will be no more "dates" that aren't dates. When March Madness rolls around, if he hasn't shaped up by then, he can get another "boy" to sit and watch all those college basketball games with him!

  * * *

  As she drove to work that morning, the dull, gray sky mirrored her mood. When she stepped out of her car, a chill wind slapped her in the face. February was definitely not one of her favorite months. Especially not in Philly. If not for her obsession with Jefferson, she'd have packed her bags after gaining a few years of experience and headed for a warmer climate after graduating from Temple University.

  She pulled her coat closer around her neck and hurried into the building. Fifteen minutes later, she encountered Jefferson in the coffee room. As it nearly always did, her heart hammered in her chest and her mouth went dry at the sight of him.

  "'Morning, Sharde." His brief smile didn't quite reach his smoky gray eyes and he walked out of the room without giving her a chance to do more than mutter "morning" in return.

  And he certainly hadn't noticed the expensive new dress she wore. That went well, she thought as she headed back to her office. He'll be falling at your feet in no time.

  "'Morning, Sharde."

  She paused at her open office door. A tall, voluptuous woman with beautiful dark eyes, deep, gorgeous mocha skin, and a beauty to rival former Miss America Vanessa Williams came to meet her. Although far from super model thin, Darbi Raymond made every ounce work for her, carrying herself with an air that seemed to suggest full-figured women had more fun.

  If Jefferson was going to date a black woman who had neither Vanessa Williams beauty or her size, surely it would be someone as breathtakingly beautiful as Darbi rather than someone "cute" and a little on the chubby side like herself.

  Sharde stifled a sigh. Being in love was the pits. She'd always had what her mother called "meat on her bones," but had never worried about it until she realized Jefferson went in for pole-thin, super gorgeous women like his ex, and maybe Darbi. Yet, as far as she knew, Jefferson had never given Darbi a second glance nor had he shown any interest in spending any of his free time with her.

  On the other hand, he and Sharde spent so much of their free time together they had keys to each other's places. And he depended on her, as well as trusted her judgment. Surely getting him to see her as a desirable woman couldn't be that hard now that she'd given herself a deadline.

  "Hey. Anyone in there?"

  Realizing she'd allowed her thoughts to wander, she smiled. "Good morning, Darbi." Noting the cup in the other woman's hand, she gestured toward her office. "Join me?"

  Darbi nodded and followed her into her office.

  Although she and Darbi had grown up in the same neighborhood and gone to the same schools, it was only after she'd hired Darbi to be her assistant three years earlier that they became close friends. Darbi admired how Sharde had worked her way through college and into the number two position at Calder Technologies, a multi-million dollar electronics company, in nine years. While admiring Darbi's work ethic, Sharde was in awe of how any woman as beautiful as Darbi could shake off a painful, unwanted divorce and embrace what she called her second virginity with such single-mindedness.

  The only thing Sharde wanted to embrace was Jefferson. Of course, she wanted to do more than embrace him. A smile curved her lips. She wanted to do a lot more than hug him. Lord, that man's sheer masculinity filled her heart and head with lustful thoughts of incredible magnitude.

  "And just what are you thinking that makes you smile like the cat that caught the last tasty r
odent?"

  Sharde grinned. "Girl, if you only knew!"

  Darbi's smile invited her confidence. "So tell me."

  But she wasn't ready to admit even to Darbi that she had a thing for Jefferson. She shook her head. "I was just thinking how much I need some intimacy."

  Darbi sighed. "Believe me, I know the feeling only too well."

  She sat back in her chair, studying Darbi. "How long has it been for you?"

  Darbi sipped her coffee. "Nearly three years."

  "Don't you miss sex?"

  "Sometimes." She shrugged. "Okay, a lot, but I'm thirty-two now and I no longer want sex for sex's sake. I want commitment and marriage with the sex. Sex without those no longer holds any appeal for me."

  Sharde sighed. She wanted commitment and marriage as well, but she had a feeling that if given the chance, she would take sex for its own sake with Jefferson. "I might get there one day, but I'm not there yet."

  "Well, it took a broken marriage and two other headaches to get me where I am now. Hopefully you can get what you want without getting stung as I have."

  The desire to admit her feelings for Jefferson was difficult to overcome. She sighed again and they drank their coffee in silence, each lost in her own thoughts.

  Later that morning, Sharde sat in her office, frowning at her computer monitor while she discarded plan after plan for capturing Jefferson's heart. Failing that, she'd settle for being the object of his lust.

  Her thoughts turned to their coffee room encounter. Fat chance she had of that happening. Probably, if she walked into his office stark naked, he'd give her a puzzled look and ask if she'd done something different with her hair!

  "To hell with this!"

  She looked up. Her half-open office door swung wide and Jefferson stalked inside. Her heart thumped in her chest. Talk about eye candy. He was tall, well-built, and drop-dead gorgeous, with short, silky dark hair and intense gray eyes.