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  The way she was glancing to the side and shifting her feet told me she was lying, but I couldn’t deny my curiosity. I wondered if she really knew how far from a knight in shining armor I was or if she cared.

  “Of course, I will accompany you.”

  I placed my hand on the small of her back and led her across the lobby to the awaiting elevators.

  - Cam

  The ride up to my room was a quiet one. I knew the brooding in my mind was the battle of wills between my demons and what little bit of angel I had left. Of course, the demons always won.

  I was surprised by his lack of small talk. Most men took every opportunity to inform me of each minute detail of their boring lives. He seemed content just to wait out my plan. I knew he’d most likely seen through my small lie. Understanding this made me anxious that my plan may not work.

  At least the quiet time gave me the opportunity to take in his reflected image in the mirrored elevator door. He was a few inches taller than me, so that put him around 5’8.” He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, and his dark hair and chocolate eyes gave him a dangerous air. The expensive tailored suit he wore told me that he was most likely a high-level executive. I presumed he was on a business trip and was staying at the hotel. That made him perfect for what I needed. It also didn’t hurt that the hard angles of his face made him movie-star gorgeous, and the curves of his body made it obvious that he was in pristine shape.

  As we approached my hotel room, I was trying to think of how I was going to accomplish my goal. After all, this time wasn’t going in the usual direction of the others. Trying to think fast on my feet, I turned to him to speak. As he looked down into my eyes, I could see him searching. He seemed to be trying to reach my soul with his penetrating stare, but that door had closed long ago. I had done a fine job at building so many walls that the worst natural disaster would find a challenge in demolishing. The longer he stared, the more his eyes seemed to change. Instantly, they transformed from chocolate to the deepest golden brown the likes of which I’d never seen previously.

  I found my voice and tried to extend a friendly southern-filled invitation. “Would you like to come in for a drink? It is the least I could do for your coming to my rescue.”

  I prepared for his refusal and what I would do to convince him that he should join me. However, I was stunned when he agreed without hesitation.

  “I think I have time for one drink.”

  His look still gave nothing away, and I was beginning to get a little worried. This seemed to be going easier than I had originally thought.

  Since I knew I would most likely have a visitor return with me, I’d previously straightened up my room and made it appear that I was just there overnight, not the many weeks that I was planning.

  My guest was now sitting in one of the two chairs in the small sitting area. I fumbled with the small bottles and began to prepare a nice concoction that was sure to put my visitor at ease. Trying to keep his mind occupied, and his eyes off of what I was doing, I initiated some small talk.

  “I assume you are on a business trip. Will you be leaving soon?”

  He began pinching two fingers together on his chin as if to stroke an imaginary beard as he spoke. “Yes, I just finished up my business, and I will be heading home right away.”

  Great! This was just what I needed to hear. I handed him his beverage and began sipping mine. Although my drink appeared to be a mixed one, I rarely drank alcohol. My necessity to stay in control outweighed my desire for an alcohol induced buzz. He made quick work of his drink, and I waited for it to provide him a little courage to relax.

  Chapter 3

  - Aiden

  I’m not a big drinker, so it was no surprise that this drink, paired with the one over dinner, was starting to take a toll. Then again, this feeling seemed to be strangely different than my past alcohol experiences.

  I studied the gorgeous woman sitting across from me. Why would she invite a stranger into her room for a drink? Was she just a lonely businesswoman in need of a companion? She had said she was staying here on business, and she assumed that I was a guest here as well. Little did she know, New York was my home.

  I placed my empty glass on the small table and began to stand up. It was getting late, and I was hearing my bed calling my name. Fortunately, I never got the chance to get to my feet.

  In one swift motion, the woman across from me bolted from her chair to mine. She situated herself on my lap straddling me. My cock seemed to register this quicker than my brain did. In the position that she was sitting, I was sure that she could feel my arousal. I watched her through curious eyes as she leaned to my ear.

  “I promise that I am not crazy. Since I slammed into you in the bar, I have wanted you inside of me. I happen to know this is what every guy fantasizes about. So, if you just sit back and relax, I will make all of your fantasies come true. Then, you can depart happy with no strings attached. You can fly home to your normal life and remember this for the fantasy that it is.”

  As soon as the last words left her mouth, she slowly slid the sexy black dress over her head. Just as I’d thought, she was wearing thigh highs, but I had not been expecting them to be attached to a garter belt. She was the epitome of sexy, and she was willing to give herself so freely.

  As I willed my brain to create intelligent words and send them to my mouth, I took her in from head to toe. Her bra and matching panties were completely made of black lace. I noticed that her panties were tied in small bows on each side. The entire package was breathtaking.

  Taking my wordless position as permission to continue, she began removing my clothes. First, she tugged me hurriedly out of my suit coat. By this time, I knew my mind was made up. I was going to let this gorgeous woman have her way with me, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

  She carefully yet quickly removed my tie and shirt. Seeming pleased that I was naked from the waist up, she leaned down and spoke into my ear again.

  “Good boy, I’m glad you made the right decision.”

  She kissed my ear lobe and trailed her tongue from my ear all the way to my chin. She stopped there and made her way to my lips. With more passion than I’d ever experienced, she placed her lips on mine.

  She was sweet, soft and rough all at the same time. With every passing moment, she increased the pace and passion of the kiss. Her tongue eased into my willing mouth and found refuge in mingling slowly and passionately with mine. Our ragged breaths seemed only to fuel our desire, and when she began to retreat, I felt an inexplicable void. She stood long enough to remove my belt and pants.

  I’d never witnessed a woman so in control. She seemed perfectly content with doing everything while I sat back and tried to figure out if I was dreaming. The feeling buzzing through me certainly gave this experience a dream-like quality. Plus, I couldn’t seem to engage my mind enough to process the many issues that should be concerning me about the situation I was now in. It was as if the uninhibited sexual energy coursing through the room made any rational concern seem trivial.

  Now that I was completely naked, she reached for the side of her panties. She untied the little bows on each side, and I watched her toss the sexiest pair of panties that I’d ever seen on the floor by my occupied chair. She removed her bra and discarded it in the same direction as the panties. She was now completely exposed except for her garter belt and stockings, which she didn’t seem interested in removing. This didn’t bother me in the least. I’d never fucked anyone dressed in a garter belt and stockings, but I was drooling at the thought of it.

  She stared longingly at my erection that was openly on display before her. It was a little surreal to feel that I was the one being ogled. With this also came a vulnerable feeling that I was not accustomed to. I never got into a position in which I was unguarded. What the hell was going on with me?

  Those thoughts quickly vanished as she walked over to the nightstand and reached into a drawer. She retrieved a foil packet and gracefully made her way
back to my chair. As she placed the packet between her teeth and ripped it open, she stared into my eyes. Her blue orbs revealed that she was as much on fire as I was. She removed the condom from the packet and expertly rolled it down the length of me.

  With a sense of urgency, she climbed back on top of me. She balanced herself above my erection and slowly maneuvered me into her anxious, wet cunt. The tight feeling of her sheathing me was heaven, and I immediately knew that I’d made the right decision. She sat straddling me not moving for a brief moment as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. It appeared that she was savoring the feeling. Then, she began.

  At first her motions were slow and rhythmic, but soon her speed increased. With every thrust, her eyes grew wilder, and her pace increased. I was tired of letting her do all the work, and I could no longer keep my hands off her plump, perfect breasts. As soon as both of my hands found her firm mounds, I started rolling her nipples between my fingers. Having been unsure of how she would respond, I found myself ecstatic that my efforts only increased the magnitude of her plight. I immensely enjoyed the way she bucked and dug her nails into my back. The deep scratches that had to be forming on my back would hopefully provide proof that this was real in the morning. The words that sprang from her mouth told me that she was enjoying herself as much as I was.

  I realized that she and I both were coming close to the end, and it was amazing that she yelled her admissions of completeness at exactly the same time as I burst explosively inside of her.

  Completely sated, she leaned down and whispered sweetly in my ear, “Sweetheart that was wonderful. I’m going to run to the restroom to dispose of this condom. I would love it if we did that again as soon as I freshen up.”

  Damn, I’m one lucky man. To think, only an hour earlier, I had wanted to leave this hotel more than anything.

  - Cam

  My plan had worked. Hopefully, the nightmares will subside, and I’ll be able to find peace. Experience told me that they wouldn’t be gone for long, but I wouldn’t allow myself time to obsess over that detail.

  After the first time, I succeeded in letting this stranger think he was lucky enough to have me two more times. In actuality, I was the lucky one. He never once battled for control or questioned my need to have it. Seeing his demeanor change after the drink, I assumed my victory had much to do with the liquid encouragement I provided him. After all, he didn’t seem like the type to relinquish control easily.

  I stepped into the warm shower and washed away the smell of sex and the man still sprawled across my bed. All of my muscles were relaxed and jelly like, and I was completely comfortable in my post-coital situation.

  After my brief shower, I quickly towel dried and slipped into my casual attire of a fitted tank top and gym shorts. I was no longer trying to impress anyone; I’d gotten what I needed.

  I basked in the contentment I felt as I glanced in the bathroom mirror. Maybe I would be okay. Perhaps I could prevent my past from catching up with me. Hopefully, they knew that I was no longer the person I had been. Shaking my head clear of those thoughts, I made my way back into my bedroom. After all, if the thoughts came back so would the nightmares. If that happened, everything that I’d just done would have been for nothing.

  I gently nudged his bare arm as I spoke sweetly in his ear. Even though I was finished with him, I still wanted to end his fantasy nicely. After all, he was helping me deal with my vices. Plus, my southern hospitality is deeply bound to the person I am, no matter how jaded I’d become.

  “Wake up sleeping beauty. I’d hate to be the one responsible for you missing your flight home. You probably need to get back to your room, get packed, and rest more before checking out.”

  As he sleepily heaved himself into a sitting position, I couldn’t help but revel in his sexiness. He was the epitome of what women searched for and most often only got in their dreams. Hard angles and muscles formed every inch of his body.

  With his back to me, I studied the tattoo between his shoulder blades. The dagger stabbed into an apple had to hold significant meaning to him. The fact that blood oozed from the apple was not lost on me. It looked as if it symbolized pain. I could certainly relate to that feeling.

  The only other things gracing his stunning back were the traces of where I had been. He had multiple red marks lining the back of both shoulders. These lines were left as proof that I’d been in control of his body. My nails had dug in and clung to him in my moments of extreme passion. As I sat staring at the marks, yearning began to form south of my belly button. I wondered if I had time to pleasure him, and myself of course, once more before he made his departure. Glancing at the time, I thought better of it. Since I was hopefully going to partake in a good night’s sleep, he had to go.

  “I placed your clothes there on the bed beside you. Feel free to use my bathroom to freshen up. There are towels and wash cloths in there if you would like to shower.”

  I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the brilliant tattoo and immediately noticed him grow tense. I wasn’t sure if it was from the thought of what we’d just done or the kiss. Had the small gesture been too much? Did he think it symbolized more than I’d intended? Surely he understood that I didn’t want more between us than this. I made it perfectly clear that there were no strings attached. Worry etched my face as I watched him quickly grab his stack of clothes and hastily retreat into the bathroom.

  Ten minutes had already passed, so I knew he would be coming out of the bathroom soon. I wished like hell that this hotel room was more than just a bedroom and bathroom. Then, I could have retreated to another room while he left. Instead, I’m stuck sitting crossed-legged on the bed in the most non-threatening pose possible. I normally didn’t have to worry about what the guy was thinking in these situations. Most of the time, I kicked them out before their drunken stupor had worn off. However, this situation had been altogether different from the others.

  As he emerged from the bathroom, he was once again dressed immaculately in his expensive suit and tie. His chocolate eyes blazed directly into mine, and he cleared his throat as if preparing to speak. Then, he did something that I wasn’t quite expecting. Without muttering a word or even a backward glance, he walked out of my hotel room.

  Chapter 4

  - Aiden

  As I surged my way into the awaiting car, I couldn’t seem to control the anger exuding from every inch of my body. My driver glanced at me expectantly from the rearview mirror. He was used to seeing me in these fits of rage. He knew that I hated being in the general public, and he probably assumed that my mood was stemming from that. However, this was far from my normal brooding.

  “Hawkins, take me straight home. Also get in touch with Dean and have him call Dr. Reed. I want him waiting for me when we arrive.

  Hawkins replied in his normal fashion. “Very well sir.”

  Dean was my body guard. He was paid to stick to me like glue. I never wanted him in view, so most of the time, he traveled separately from me. He and Hawkins, in addition to their main duties, were also my personal assistants. Anytime I needed something, all I had to do was notify one of them. They had been with me for years, and they knew how I operated.

  Dr. Reed was my personal doctor. Although, he had a side practice, I paid him an astronomical amount to be at my beck and call. His services included weekly fitness visits and monitoring of my daily personal training regimen. He made sure that I remained in impeccable shape physically and mentally. Unfortunately, this required that he knew everything about my daily life, and he was certainly going to have a field day with this one.

  “What in the hell were you thinking Aiden?”

  He was the only person that I ever allowed to call me by my first name. I don’t even recall how this casualness had begun. I guess it related to the fact that he was around me a great deal and knew everything about me. He is probably the closest thing to a friend I have, and I certainly wouldn’t call him a friend.

  “I mean, do you not get enough sat
isfaction from the women we hire for you? The ones that are screened and cleared both physically and emotionally! Do you realize what kind of women you could possibly attract? Much less, thugs that get women to do their bidding. It could have been an ambush! Have you secluded yourself so much from society that you don’t realize the dangers of it? What about sexually transmitted diseases? There is no telling who else this woman is seducing.”

  Something in Reed’s comments hit a nerve, and I felt the need to defend myself or maybe I was defending her.

  “Listen, I know it was not the smartest move, and I realize you are looking out for my best interests. However, you are not my damn mother. In fact, she has been dead for a long time. We used condoms each time we fucked. So, just do your damn job and draw some blood. I’m pretty sure that I was under the influence of something other than alcohol, but I would like to know for sure.”

  Reed knew from my blazing glare and harsh words that I’d heard enough, but the doctor in him had to have the last word.

  “Just remember Aiden, condoms are not guaranteed one hundred percent effective. Please think twice before willingly putting yourself in this predicament again.”

  I hoped that my response would provide the good doctor a little reassurance and smooth over my previous harshness. “I understand Reed. I guess it’s a good thing I can’t father children. Hell I think you’d have possibly had me locked up for my lapse in judgment had I possibly been able to sow such idiot seeds.” I smacked him on the back and laughed off the remark. It was the friendliest gesture that I could muster.

  After the lab-work was collected, I inquired about how quickly I could get the results. Reed assured me that he’d put a rush on things and get the results overnighted to me the next morning. He figured I was anxious to try to bring this black widow to justice. In reality, I just wanted my curiosity satisfied. I had a feeling that the results would only create more questions than I would get answers.