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  When he captured her mouth, it was a gentle caress, which gradually grew into a more ardent kiss. By the time he took her tongue, her entire body was electrocuted and on fire. Her woman place was hot with desire for a deeper bond.

  No, she inwardly protested, not the man whore. I can’t believe I’m falling for the man whore, she bemoaned.

  16. Chapter 15

  This was no longer a challenge but a raging need burning deep inside his gut. His reaction to seeing Zoe leaving the house was automatic. It hit him that she wasn’t familiar with the area. What if something happened to her out there, and she froze to death or worse … what if he never saw her again?

  Now he was standing within inches of her, and there was nothing he wanted more than to take her inside and make sweet love to her. That was it. He wanted the spitfire foul mouth beauty standing before him, and he knew in his very core that she wanted him as much. However, he never expected her to be easy, and he knew the moment he kissed her she would find a way out of it. Therefore, when she snagged his tongue between her teeth and applied enough pressure to make him wince, he wasn’t surprised.

  “Ouch,” he growled. “You won’t get away with that.”

  He took her lips between his teeth and gave then a gentle nip, pleased as he listened to her whimper. He then kissed the corner of her mouth before trailing his lips along her jaw and down to her neck.

  “Oh God,” she gasped as he licked the skin beneath her jawline with his hot tongue.

  To send the message loud and clear that he wanted her, he pressed his swollen crotch into her belly, wanting her to feel its hardness. She reached up to push him away, but instead, he felt her clutch a handful of his sweater as she groaned.

  Raising his head, he searched her face. She was staring at him with her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Did he go too far? he wondered. Maybe it was time he reigned in his emotions and stopped this. He pulled back, but her clutch on his clothing tightened. Then she was pulling him toward her, and he allowed her to lead.

  She took his lips, nibbling them at first and them plunging her smooth tongue into his mouth. Arching into him, she pressed her breasts into his chest, and that’s when all bets were off.

  A deep rumbling growl erupted from his chest as he swept her up and strode to his room, kicking the door open. As soon as he was inside, he heeled the door shut and covered the six-foot distance to the bed in a few steps.

  He was expecting her to protest. This was fast for her; he knew that. But damn it, he couldn’t remember the last time he wanted someone as much as he wanted her now. No, that wasn’t correct, he couldn’t remember ever needing a woman this much.

  By the time he reached the bed, she slipped from his arms. What she did next was to cup his head, bringing their lips together. He gripped the hem of her sweater, yanking it over her head. She followed by removing her T-shirt and bra.

  Those perky tits beckoned to him, and he could only succumb. He gripped her by the waist and pulled her close, dipping his head to savor each tantalizing nipple.

  The fire raging inside his old childhood bedroom was a stark contrast to the snowstorm now rampant outside, as the storm reached its peak.

  Gael wanted to take it slow, savor every touch, every feel, but somehow they found themselves rapidly peeling off clothes and throwing them across the room. They fell upon the bed with him on top, their lips sealed. He cupped a breast and gave it a light squeeze.

  The feel of her skin was as silk and her touches like fire. His body burned with the need for her. He arched his back and took a nipple between his lips alternating between right and left. They were not large, but they were enough. He liked how pliant they were beneath his hand and how they fitted perfectly into his palms.

  While his lips tasted of her sweet peaks, his hand adored her skin, making a path down her belly. He relished the way her stomach trembled at his touch and the whimper she gave when his hand neared her crest.

  His hand paused at her junction and caressed her in a circular pattern. Her thighs slowly parted to allow him to slide his hand between, feeling her woman heat. Using his index finger, he parted her flesh and brushed the fingertip across her protruded love button.

  When he plunged his finger into her vagina, she gripped his shoulders, letting out a muffled cry. He began stroking her, and soon her hips moved in tune with his hand. By the time he withdrew his finger, it was dripping with her aromatic fluid.

  * * *

  Zoe could scream at the pleasure rushing from head to toe as Gael finger fucked her. She knew her experience was limited, but by God, she hadn’t expected to feel so much.

  Parting her thighs, she allowed him to settle between them. His cock touched her opening, and she could only stifle another groan. Reaching between, she grasped the same object she’d held that very morning. This time she held it and relished the feel of the bulges. She ran her hand along its length several times in awe of its length and breadth.

  Under her administration, his member pulsed with her every stroke. She especially liked his response to her, the way it bounced under her touch. Gael’s low growl caused another gush of fluid to escape her.

  Unable to stand another minute, she guided his thick shaft to her opening and pushed her hips into his pelvis. He responded by thrusting his hips into hers. His cock slid in part way, and then he withdrew and dipped once more. He repeated this several times until he had slid completely into her. Her walls closed around him, gripping him like a vice.

  As though on cue, their bodies began moving together as he thrust in and out of her, each stroke sending delicious ripples through her. Waves of voltaic charges erupted between them, flowing into each other as their bodies danced together in a mating call. The tempo increased as did their heat, reaching epidemic proportions.

  As their bodies moved, she allowed her hand to explore his dips and plains, loving the way his muscles rippled with each move he made. Every move spiked the flames between them. Sheens of sweat glistened on their skin as the passion mounted, reaching fever pitch.

  Feeling him glide into her was excruciatingly pleasurable. Her entire body trembled at the sheer rupture of this coitus. Her body responded to Gael as she had never imagined. Zoe felt as though all her organs were on fire, her hair standing on end, and her heart about to explode.

  Soon, an explosion burst forth in her epicenter. Her body convulsed as her dam broke. With her head thrown back into the pillow, she bit her lips, trying to contain her scream. Gushes of orgasmic juice rushed from her core.

  She felt Gael’s body stiffen as he grunted. His face twisted, trying to contain his release. His cock swelled, filling her, as his release came. A deep guttural sound radiated from deep within him. He thrust his hips, plunging deeply inside her, holding himself rigid until his ejaculation subsided.

  When he was done, he collapsed atop her, his breathing labored as hers was. Neither of them could move as they both wondered what the hell that was. Zoe knew that things would never be the same for her now. She was in deep, and as she had suspected, she was the mouse, and the darn cat had got her.

  17. Chapter 16

  It was Boxing Day when the storm lifted, and the roads were clear enough for them to travel. The airports reopened and flights scheduled. As things in the outside world began to get back to their usual routine, Zoe was confused as to what would now happen.

  She wasn’t sure if what they shared was just because they were locked up together during the storm. Gael had been quiet, not saying much, and she wondered if perhaps she was regretting his action. She’d had a one night stand once, but never with a man whore like Gael.

  Knowing the man, she was not expecting anything. While she packed, she contemplated her situation and counted it down to one experience … a very passionate, explosive experience.

  Embarrassment flooded her as she recalled telling him that he was the last man she’d allow to take off her panties. On the plane, she’d said a lot of things that she now was having to retract.


  “Gosh,” she moaned. “Gosh!”

  When it was time to leave, she thought of calling a cab to take her home. After taking her luggage downstairs, she started dialing the number for the service when Gael came down with his bag.

  “Let’s go,” he said, picking up her case.

  “I’m calling a cab,” she replied with her pulse racing.

  “Why? The car is perfectly fine.”

  “Won’t it be inconvenient for you to drive all the way to Cleveland Hill and back?”

  He frowned. “Who said anything about going to Cleveland Hill?”

  “That’s where my apartment is. Remember, I told you?”

  “I know,” he grunted.

  “That’s where I’m going,” she said.

  “Like hell you are. You’re coming back to Santa Cruz.”

  “What?” she asked, her forehead creasing.

  He leveled eyes with her. “You heard me. We have unfinished business,” his tone became sultry. “And I’m not only talking about the contract.”

  “I’m not signing that contract,” she protested.

  “Suit yourself, but that leaves you and me then,” he replied, walking off with the bags.

  That’s how she ended up going back to Santa Cruz to Gael’s penthouse apartment where they spent the rest of the day and night wrapped up in each other’s arms.

  By the following morning on December 28, she found herself signing his spoke-model contract. What else was she going to do? It was her job in the first place, but it was Gael that made her see reasoning.

  “You’re going to be spending a lot of time here anyway, might as well work with me,” he’d murmured as they lay in bed together, her finger making circles on his chest.

  “Who says I’m spending a lot of time here?”

  “I’m not letting you live thousands of miles from me. We can get you an apartment close to me, so it’s easier for us to see each other. You’re mine now, Unicorn.”

  She raised her head to search his face. “Does this mean we’re now dating?”

  “What else would it be?”

  Therefore, she signed the contract, just like that. They started dating just like that. He was true to his word and found her an apartment a few blocks away which she deemed unnecessary since they spent most of their time at the penthouse … having sex, dinner, sex, breakfast and sex again.

  Florine was both elated and dismayed when she told her she’d signed the contract with Blue Atlantic Shipping. Of course, she had to tell her every detail of her encounter with Gael, except for the intimate parts. It was a conversation Zoe would not likely forget.

  “So you’re telling me that you met the man at the airport, and you decided to sign the deal?” Florine asked.

  “No, you weren’t listening. We had a few arguments, and then I got sick …”

  “And you signed under duress. That’s illegal; can you prove it?”

  “It wasn’t like that.”

  “Then explain it to me,” the woman’s stern voice replied into the phone.

  “You won’t give me a chance!”

  “Okay, I’ll shut up and let you talk, and don’t leave anything out, you hear?”

  By the time she was done telling her about Gael, the woman was speechless. There was a long silence before Florine said, “He must be one hell of a gorgeous man.”

  “Yes, he is,” she admitted, flushing from head to foot.

  “Did you …?”

  “Florine!”

  “You did, didn’t you? How was it?”

  “Oh my, the line is going bad. Florine, are you there … I can’t hear you … Florine?”

  It was her usual trick to cut Florine’s call when the conversation got too tricky. Florine laughed as she hung up, but the phone rang a few seconds later. Reluctantly, she answered.

  “You owe me,” Florine said as the line opened.

  “For what?”

  “Tony won’t be bothering you again,” she declared.

  It was a welcome respite from having to deal with the bastard. She was also amazed that her boss knew about the tape all along. Luckily, it wasn’t worse than that. Most of the girls who got themselves into trouble with the agency were involved in more dangerous stuff like hard drugs and sex scandals.

  The tape of her smoking the weed was bad if some clients saw it but was also easier to forget than if she did cocaine or was caught on tape having sex. Everyone knew the photos and memes of her head on a naked body were fake. It was still an embarrassment having to deal with. Maybe in time, people would move on from them, and she would forget the whole thing.

  “Thanks, Mom.” She knew Florine liked when she called her that, even though she insisted that Zoe call her Florine. It felt good calling someone mom again.

  “Just stay out of trouble,” Florine replied, and Zoe could hear the crack in her voice.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  18. Chapter 17

  December 24, 2016

  “Stop stalking me,” she squeezed through pursed lips.

  Gael ignored her and slid into the seat next to her. The flight was headed to New York where she promised to visit David and Marla for Christmas. She was at the window and him in the aisle about six rows from the back. He was supposed to be in business, not in the economy section.

  “Why are you here anyway … don’t you have a jet to fly around in?” she asked.

  “Yep.”

  “Then why are you flying commercial?”

  “I like flying commercial,” he answered.

  “Haven’t you told me numerous times how much you hate flying on public passenger flights?”

  “I changed my mind; it’s kinda nice,” he declared.

  “Do you have a meeting to attend in New York?”

  “Nope.”

  “I knew it; you’re following me,” she said. “I told you, I’m not signing the new contract.”

  With his eyes still closed, he gave her a calm reply. “I know.”

  “Then why are you following me? We broke up, remember?”

  His eyes shot open, and he turned his head, looking directly into her eyes. “Please enlighten me. Why did we break up?”

  “We’ve been dating for a year now; you figure it out!” she snapped, turning away and placing a sleep pad over her eyes.

  A tightness enveloped in her chest the more she thought about the past year. After their passion filled Christmas lovemaking, there was no turning back. Gael insisted that he didn’t need anyone else to be the spokesperson for his company, so she caved. The commercial deal Florine signed her for fell through as the client took another model because she could not make it in time.

  Her relationship with Gael flourished, or so she thought until reality began to set in. What did she expect from him anyway? Ending things before it was too late was her decision. Her one-year contract and her relationship happened to have started and ended simultaneously.

  Could she really call it a relationship? The sex was great; there was no doubt of that. But there was more. She liked the way he was always gentle with her, no matter what. She saw the way he was at the office, his domineering attitude. He wasn’t like that with her.

  They had fun together, watching football, playing cards, and the best surprise of all was that he could cook. Her mind went back to their dinner dates in his apartment and what ensued.

  Even having him beside her now was somewhat unnerving. Her nipples were taut against her bra and her lace panties damp from his heat penetrating her.

  When she thought about the man, her entire body tingled, even in places she never knew existed. His hard pecs, washboard abs which she loved to run her hands across, his muscular thighs that rippled when he walked.

  “Augh!” she groaned, trying to get the picture of their lovemaking out of her mind. She was now so horny thinking about him that she was tempted to reach her hand inside her pants and rub her clit.

  “Are you going to answer me?” he asked, rudely interrupting her
masturbatory thoughts. “I know you’re not sleeping.”

  “Will you leave me alone if I tell you?”

  “Okay, I will.”

  She lifted the sleep pad and faced him. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized he was fully facing her way. It never ceased to amaze her how his eyes could hypnotize her as they were doing now. His deep blue gaze pulling her in that it took an enormous amount of mental strength to concentrate.

  “I know we weren’t exclusive or anything, but …” she trailed off, her stomach churning, heart aching.

  “But what?”

  “You could have broken up with me first before seeing someone else,” she replied, her tone icy.

  A long crease entered his forehead as he narrowed his eyes. “What?” even his voice sounded incredulous that she almost bought it.

  “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. Now leave me alone as promised,” she replied.

  Just about that moment, a flight attendant stopped by their seat. “Can I get you anything?” she asked, smiling down at him.

  The woman’s blonde curls were swept up and pinned atop her head, with tiny tendrils brushing her nape. Her blazer front opened showing her full breasts printed in her sweater. The attendant’s attention was solely pinned to Gael as she inquired of him. Her scarlet lips stretched across her face in a wide smile.

  He returned the woman’s smile while Zoe watched his reaction to her. All he did was to lean back on the seat and keep his eye on the attendant’s face. “Nothing for me, thank you.”

  “Wait …” she raised her hand to ask for some water, but the woman walked away.

  Several minutes later, the same attendant returned, batting her eyes at Gael and making small talk. Zoe closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Trying to tell herself that she didn’t care, she determined to block them from her thoughts and think about something else. However, when the woman left and returned a third time, she lost it.