by Fran Lee
“You can’t have a drink. You’re supposed to be a healthy person. No drugs, No alcohol.”
“Beer doesn’t count as alcohol as far as I’m concerned. And don’t try to mother me, Sam. I’m still pissed off about Van Burghe and I don’t want to take it out on you.” His snarled words startled her.
“Well, you’ve been doing that since coming out of your damn dressing room. Why stop now?” Her green eyes challenged him.
He looked dangerous for just a moment and then his face relaxed and he shook his head. “You’re right. I’m being a jerk. Sorry. But when he kissed you, I wanted to take his fucking head off and stick it on a flagpole.”
She stared at him in shock for a moment, before breathing shakily, “David, aside from the appalling language, that is the sweetest thing any man has said to me in my whole life.” He blinked and his astonished look made her smile. “Thank you for being protective of me. I don’t recall anyone ever trying to protect me before.”
He stared down into her flushed face and she watched his anger dissolve. “You think I was trying to protect you? I thought I was being possessive and overly jealous.”
“Same thing.”
“Not quite.”
“I’m flattered that you were jealous. It’s not often a woman has such a magnificent champion.
You think so?”
“I definitely think so.”
“You flirting with me?”
“I’m not exactly sure. I’ve never flirted before. I’m no expert.”
“You ever been carried off by a magnificent champion and been made love to in a public restroom?”
Sam realized he was pulling her toward the men’s room. “That’s not exactly my choice of a romantic trysting place.”
“Romance is where you find it. And I could make love to you standing right here but I think you’d prefer a little privacy.” He drew her hand to his mouth and she shivered as his lips caressed her fingertips slowly.
“That looks good.” Her voice was shaky.
The restroom had four large enclosed toilets and a row of latrines along the wall. David backed her slowly up against the wall in one of the stalls, locking the door. He wasted precious little time or effort on clothing, simply unzipping, grinning down into her face as he dragged a condom out and let her do the honors. Sam blushed as she shakily opened the flimsy packet and barely managed to smooth it over his velvety-hard cock before he dragged her jeans off her, leaving her blouse alone.
“David!” she moaned, as he lifted her right leg up to curve around his hip, fitting his cock into her wet center without waiting for an invitation. And he didn’t need one. She was so ready. She drove her tongue eagerly between his lips and clutched his ass with both hands, urging him to fill her with every straining thrust of his hips against hers. Dear God! Was she really having mind-blowing sex in the men’s bathroom? Her thoughts shattered and it didn’t matter where the hell she was, as her body splintered and rational thought was completely wiped out.
Afterward, she clung to him as he stood trembling in the stall, holding her tightly to his straining body as he regained his breath. Her tumultuous orgasm still thrummed through her shivering body and the feel of his still-solid cock buried deep in her body was a heady, completely erotic sensation.
“Has anyone ever told you how amazingly sexy you are?” His voice was a growl of breathless sensuality against her ear.
“No.”
“Well, I’m telling you now. And if you play your cards right, you might get a rematch.”
“Is that a promise?” Her voice was husky with desire.
“It is. Are you interested in another go?”
“Do you have to ask?” she purred wickedly.
She gasped as he moved to pleasure her again. He lifted her slowly and drew her down over his shaft, pulling her body tight against his as he inhaled sharply and caught her mouth hungrily, driving his tongue between her lips to move against hers, stroking with each slow, heady stroke of his cock. She moaned and gasped against his mouth, “Oh David, you are so marvelous.”
“It’s nice to know I’m appreciated.” His voice was a muffled rasp of desire as he began to regain his momentum.
“Oh my Lord but you are appreciated, David Chance. My God.” She threw back her head and arched into his body as she climaxed again. “Please, oh please don’t stop,” she moaned against his throat.
“I have no intention of stopping.” His growl was deep and breathy against her temple as he obliged her desperate need to be filled.
“You are my magnificent, wonderful, amazing champion,” she whispered against his ear and he seemed to find yet more energy in his flagging reserves.
The feel of her sweet, hot body claiming his with every deep, needy stroke left him breathless and eager for her climax, which would clamp her sweet, tight pussy around his cock and drive him over the edge into oblivion. And when she came apart in his arms and nipped his neck in her delirious orgasm, he drove himself deep and released, panting as he nearly lost the ability to stand.
God, how he wanted this woman, how he loved the feel of her desire for him. He would have to go slowly and not scare the hell out of her.
Chapter Eight
They took the guys to the airport the following morning and David handed each of them a thick envelope jammed full of stills and candids from the two days in Chicago, along with his e-mail address and signed copies of Sam’s latest book.
Sam gave Joe her cell phone number and told him to keep in touch. She had really enjoyed his company.
David watched her as she hugged the young man and kissed his cheek and gave him the paper with her number on it. When she turned back to him and sighed, he noted the sad look in her eyes. “You still have the hots for that kid?” he asked softly.
Her eyes widened and she lifted her chin a little as she replied coolly, “That kid is a sweet guy. And I never had the hots for him.”
“You gave him your number.”
“You gave him your e-mail address. Have you got the hots for him?” She glowered up into his face as his frown changed to a slow grin.
“Maybe. He’s sort of a hunk in a gangly, skinny sort of way.” He mimicked her tone.
“I always thought you guys liked rolling around the mat with other guys for some darker reason.”
Her frown was adorable and he chucked her under the chin as he bent close to her face. “Come on now. We have an appointment to keep and we have to get all the way downtown.”
“Downtown?”
“That’s where the papers are that we’re gonna sign. Unless you’ve changed your mind.” His dark gaze pinned hers.
Sam shook her head. “No. I haven’t changed my mind. I was just hoping you’d changed yours.”
“Not a chance, Ms. Hastings.”
“I was afraid you would say that.” She climbed back into the limo and David told the driver to take them to an address in the heart of Chicago’s business district.
“How would you like to spend the next three weeks in Barbados?” he asked softly, lifting her hand to kiss it slowly as his thumb massaged her palm.
“Barbados? What’s in Barbados?”
“Beautiful beaches, gorgeous water, warm sun and the Presidential Suite at the Hilton Barbados.” His voice was quiet. His eyes searched her face.
“Sounds more like a honeymoon than a wrestling tour.”
“Exactly.”
She thought she’d heard him right but that last word made her blink and turn to look up into his face with a confused frown. “Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘exactly’?”
David cleared his throat and seemed suddenly nervous. When he spoke again, he said quietly, “This is just a legal agreement, Sam. I had my attorney draw it up. I want to be certain you don’t fly off and leave me high and dry again.”
She wet her lips and gazed at him, almost afraid to ask what he meant. “Enlighten me, David. I hate nasty surprises.”
His lips curved wickedly. “I wo
uld hope this surprise wouldn’t be considered ‘nasty’. I…had my attorney draw up a Memorandum of Understanding.”
“A Memorandum of Understanding? Like a legal contract? About me being your sex slave for six months?” Her eyes widened then narrowed.
David coughed and shook his head. “I don’t think that that would hold much water in a court of law, Sam. It has to be a proper Memorandum of Understanding between us.”
One hour later, Sam sat staring numbly at her copy of the agreement that she had just signed in front of a notary at the attorney’s office.
Her mind spun and her heart clenched to think that she had just legally agreed to live with him “for a period not to exceed six months”, at the end of which time either or both parties could decide to end the arrangement without any legal encumbrances or remuneration from the other etc., etc.
In effect, a trial marriage.
The lump that sat in the pit of her stomach should have been a bubble of joy. This agreement insured that neither she nor Phyllis would be liable to a lawsuit at the end of the agreement, no matter how it turned out.
Was she legally married? Hardly. She had agreed to live with David Chance until he grew weary of the arrangement and freed her by signing a release that guaranteed he would allow Samantha Hastings and her publisher the use of his face, body, name and so on and so forth insofar as the six books that were already completed were concerned. The catch was, if she wanted out before the six months were up, he could hit her and her publisher and business manager with the promised lawsuits.
She hadn’t said “I do”, and neither had David. But in effect, it would be damn near the same as being married. David had made the “honeymoon” reservations in Barbados under the names “Mr. and Mrs. David Chance”. As if he owned her. He was behaving like a small boy who’d snagged the last chocolate chip cookie from the jar, and was relishing that first bite.
The problem was, she couldn’t help but feel a little excited as well.
Chapter Nine
The limo driver grinned when David handed him a hundred dollar bill. As he escorted her across the lobby to the elevators, he nodded toward the restroom they had used and asked softly, “You want a quickie before we go up?”
“I want a proper bed tonight. I want to be fed well, and I want to have champagne and strawberries and the whole works.” She gazed at him archly, trying very hard not to sound breathless.
He kissed the tip of her nose and waved to the front desk clerk, who hurried over.
“The lady wants champagne and strawberries.”
“Already in your apartment, Mr. Braza.”
“And the rest?”
“All taken care of, sir.” David shoved a hundred into his hand as well and grinned at him.
“Good work. I might get laid after all.”
Sam blushed and slugged him in the ribs, without even getting him to acknowledge the punch. “You are terrible. I don’t think that poor man will ever stop blushing,” she rasped.
“Never underestimate the power of a blush. I happen to think a woman who blushes is completely sexy.”
He drew her into the elevator as the door closed and he picked her up from the floor again to kiss her hungrily, his body back in the zone.
“There are cameras in the elevators, David!” she gasped as he started to run one hand up under her tank top.
“A bunch of peeping toms, huh?” He grinned up at the small camera lens that was barely visible in the corner and he reached up and jerked it loose, turning the lens toward the roof of the car. “Now, where was I?” he growled.
She was laughing so hard she could barely get her breath by the time the elevator doors opened on the foyer outside the penthouse. Her jeans were unzipped and he had managed to get her bra unhooked in the elevator. “David. You have me half undressed and we haven’t even gotten inside the apartment.”
“Okay. I’ll humor you that far.” He swung her off the floor into his arms and she gasped as he bent his head to kiss her with all the steamy passion he had shown before. He slid his card key in the slot and kicked the doors inward. Before he put her down, he kissed her for several minutes, until she was so eager to have him, she was panting.
“Close the doors,” she gasped as he dragged her tank top off over her head. He obeyed without missing a beat as he tugged her bra the rest of the way off and tossed it onto the crystal chandelier that graced the sitting room. His hands shoved her jeans down her thighs and her panties followed.
“David. Stop that! Think what the maid will say.”
He cupped her breasts in both large hands and bent to draw one turgid pink nipple into his mouth, as she arched and clutched his head with a sharp gasp. “To hell with what the maid says. If she wants me, she’ll have to wait her turn.”
“David!” she yelped as his large hands slipped from her breasts to the triangle of copper curls between her legs and he gently sought the hot, slick folds of her body that led to what they both so desperately needed.
“You don’t like this?”
“Oh Lord. Don’t be stupid. Of course I- Oh!” Strong, lean fingers slid slowly inside her wet center as warm, moist lips caressed her collarbone.
“You do like that.” His voice was a warm rasp as he unsnapped his waistband and finished releasing his tumescent cock.
“Yes.” She kicked out of her jeans and panties and planted her feet wider apart to allow him to tease her. “Oh God, David. You do that so well!”
Her thoughts exploded as he slowly lifted her thigh and moved the tip of his stiffened cock back and forth over her throbbing clit in a slow seduction.
“And what about this?”
“David!” She reached between their bodies to circle his thick cock with trembling hands. She grabbed the proffered wrapper and ripped it apart like a wild woman, biting her lip as she rolled the neon orange latex over his beautifully erect cock. She hissed as he pressed her bare back against the wall and slowly inserted the silken tip into her cleft while she guided him home.
“That good, huh?” he whispered huskily as he felt her body welcome him.
“Oh David.” She arched and wrapped her other leg about his hips as he drove his body deep into hers with a growl of pleasure. The feel of her taking him in was nearly more than he could handle and he had to struggle not to orgasm instantly. He wanted it to go on forever.
“You are so sweet. So delicious. I could do this all night.”
“Oh yes. So could I,” she whimpered.
Sam lay on the carpet of the sitting room, their clothes strewn about them wildly, staring up at his handsome face. “You amaze me, Mr. Chance.” Her breathing was ragged.
“I just amazed myself.” His eyes were dark with desire as he bent to kiss her hungrily once again. Her legs wound about his hips as she arched up to take him in once more, her moan of enjoyment making him smile with satisfaction. He had never dreamed she would be as hungry for him as he was for her. She was amazing.
He was like a wild man. He had been unable to stop making love to her since they had entered the apartment and she had been a woman possessed, urging him onward with eager cries and sensuous caresses, driving him to the heights of passion again and again. Who the hell knew he could keep it up and eager like this? Was it something he’d eaten? Something she’d spiked his water with? Or was it her? Her incredibly hot little body that drove him wild to have her again and again?
He drew a deep breath and held her close as he lifted to his knees and made sure she was securely wrapped about his hips. He rose to his feet and walked slowly toward the bedroom they had shared the past two nights. He grinned as she bit his neck and whispered that she didn’t think she would ever be able to walk straight again.
“I like bow-legged women.” His mouth dragged across her shoulder as he reached the bed and sank backward, scooting his body to the center while she sat astride his hips. He closed his eyes as she leaned forward and surged down over his cock, then again. He cupped her breasts in shaking
hands as she rode him hard, her palms moving hungrily over his perspiring chest.
“I think I’m gonna fall off and not be able to get back on again,” she whispered hoarsely as she bit her lip and gave a laugh. “Maybe you should be up here.”
“I want you up where I can see you and I can touch these.” He hissed through clenched teeth as he gently pinched her nipples and she gasped and arched with another marvelous climax.
His strength amazed her. The feel of his silk-over-steel cock amazed her. And the way he made love like a madman amazed her. As he filled her to the stretching point with his body, she threw back her head and reveled in the heady orgasm, crying out with her pleasure. Unable to move or breathe for a moment, she froze, her sheath clenching tight around him, holding him deep.
When she was able to move again, she began to surge against him once more to give him his pleasure and her hands skimmed his skin, raking over his flat nipples. She smiled wickedly down into his face as she pinched his nipples and watched breathlessly while he closed his eyes and shouted with his release, emptying himself into her eager body. She rocked slowly, lovingly on him to milk his pleasure, before she collapsed over him and lay on his sweat-slick, trembling body.
They lay in a weary, sated tangle of arms and legs, with her sprawled across his chest and his arms still wrapped about her body. He groaned as she moved slightly and brushed her lips against the skin of his throat. “Be careful, Sam, or I won’t be able to even crawl out of bed to go take a leak.”
“Did I wear you completely out?”
“Not completely.”
“Then you’d better go take that leak.”
“Why? You want more?”
“Of course. It’s a known fact that once a man is hogtied to a woman, he doesn’t put out nearly as much.” Her grin was buried in his smooth, damp skin.
“You think so?” He chuckled deep in his chest.
“I’ve saw it on the Science Channel.”
“They didn’t know about me then.” He shifted her weight gently on his body.
“Oh? Are you different from most men?”