"Well, you found me. Now if you're done throwing your little tantrum I need to get inside and get a workout in. I have all this pent-up frustration and I'm not allowed to masturbate and release it. I need a good workout in the pool to get it out."
I move to walk past her but she stops me with her hand. She lays her palm against my chest and although I could easily continue past her and walk inside, I'm curious as to what she could possibly say now.
"I know I sound ungrateful and that's not my intention. I'm just not used to anyone going out of their way to do something for me. It's... unexpected, especially from you and I need to know why?" She glances down at her hand on my chest and then looks back up at me.
My God, her eyes; her big, beautiful brown eyes would make the coldest man melt.
"I need to know why," she whispers, repeating what she said just moments ago.
I reach up to cup her cheek with my palm as I look into her eyes, searching for the answer she wants me to give her, but in the end I go with the truth.
"I needed you to be safe. I couldn't fathom you driving around in that death trap you called a car any longer. When Chris explained why he couldn't go out and get you a vehicle, I decided to do it instead. Believe it or not, it was more for my peace of mind and sanity. I wouldn't be able to function knowing you were still driving around in the city with that clunker."
She listens to me intently, never once breaking eye contact and when I finish speaking she inhales deeply. I'm prepared for her to say something, maybe a thank you or words to show some kind of gratitude. What I'm not prepared for is her hand wrapping around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her as she lifts up on her toes and brushes her lips against mine.
Her lips are soft as she kisses my upper lip and then my bottom lip. Her movement is shaky; as if she's afraid I might pull away from her, but when I don't she becomes more confident. Her tongue comes out to lick my bottom lip before her kiss turns firm and her tongue enters my mouth. She licks the roof of my mouth and it sparks the animal inside of me.
I grab her and twist her around until her back is against the side of my car. I don't wait for permission; she gave me that when she initiated the kiss. My hands lower and slide down her ass until I'm gripping the back of her thighs and lift her up, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist.
She complies immediately and lets out the sexiest, most intense moan I've heard in my entire life when she feels my dick rub against her core.
My God, she is so fucking sexy.
I move my lips from her mouth and kiss a trail across her cheek and down her neck. Her head falls back against my Mercedes as she pants in pleasure from everything I'm doing to her body. She wants this. She's finally admitting to me with her body that she wants this and I'm not going to deny myself her any longer.
I don't care that we're in the parking lot of the club where anyone could see us, I don't care that we are probably scratching up and denting my car, and I don't care about the fucking bet. All I care about is Cassie and the way she makes me feel, and being able to rip her clothes off before sinking inside her.
I probably shouldn't do that in the parking lot though. We could move inside my car, but there is very little room. We could move to the backseat of her SUV, but do I really want to fuck her for the first time in a vehicle? She's not just some piece of ass I picked up at a nightclub; she's special. She deserves more and I want more with her. Not just a random fuck in a public parking lot.
We could go back to my place, but I need to be inside her now and the drive is way too long to accommodate my needs. The private locker rooms! That's it. We'll go inside one of the private locker rooms. But wait, Chris might be inside and I can't risk letting him see us.
Shit! I forgot about Chris.
I know it's hard but thanks for staying away from Cassie.
His words play over and over in my head. I move my lips away from the base of Cassie's neck and take a step back, trying to even out my breathing so I can think calmly and rationally. Her body leaves mine and I instantly miss the connection, but I made a promise to Chris, one I intend to keep - at least until the bet is finished.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asks, moving towards me. With every step I take away from her, she takes one more towards me. This is just my fucking luck. I finally get her ready to jump my bones, and I can't act on her impulses.
"We can't... I can't... I'm so sorry, but we can't... do this. I promised Chris," I pant.
"Promised him what?"
"I promised him I'd leave you alone. I promised him I wouldn't touch you."
"What about the bet?" she asks me, puzzled by this new revelation.
"The bet's still on."
Her eyes close and then open as she looks up at the sky and then back at me. "You pursued me and now that I'm finally willing to see where this goes you can't because you made some empty promise? A promise that you were willing to break just a few days ago?"
"It's complicated, but yes. And you and I made a deal, so I couldn't have sex with you right now anyway. I'm not allowed to come, remember."
"You're unbelievable!" she huffs, throwing her hands up in the air. "I knew I should have stayed away. I knew you were trouble. I can't believe I almost-"
I can't stand to see her this upset. I reach for her, wanting to comfort her, wanting to take back everything I just said, but when my hands reach her shoulders she shoves me away.
"Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again."
The sadness that fills her eyes is more than I can take, so I back off and let her walk away from me. She storms over to her Lexus, slamming her car door after she climbs inside, and then she peels out of the parking lot.
What did I do? I had her. She was willing to blow off our stupid bet. I fucking had her and I just blew it because of some promise I made to Chris, and the worst part is she was right. It was an empty promise because in the beginning I never intended on actually staying away from her. So why did I suddenly grow a conscious now?
I bend my knee and then kick my leg forward, slamming it into the back tire of my car over and over again, hoping the release will make me feel better.
But I only feel worse.
Nine
Entry #1598
I should take the last five years of entries in my leather bound journals and burn them in my fireplace because they're getting me nowhere.
The next several hours are pure torture. I end up swimming over two hours in the pool before heading home and trying to get some work done around the penthouse, but it's no use. I can't seem to focus on anything and I end up wallowing in self-pity the rest of the day.
I need to talk to Chris.
He's probably sitting down eating dinner with his family right now, but by the time I get there they should be done and I can talk to him up in the study. Maybe if I explain the fascination I've had with her the past year he'll understand and let me see where this goes. If I get his blessing then I can talk to Cassie tonight.
This plan sounds better and better the more I think it over, so I throw on some shoes and leave my condo, heading towards Lincoln Park.
Of course the traffic had to be horrendous so it takes me close to an hour to get to Chris's brownstone. I'm able to slide my car into a spot right in front of his neighbor's front door.
It's like God switched over to my side and is helping me out.
I fix my hair through the rearview mirror because yes, even men want to make sure they look okay before going somewhere. I start to open my car door but suddenly stop. The front door of the brownstone is opening and Cassie's walking through it with her purse over her shoulder. I slouch down so that she won't see me, and thankfully she turns in the opposite direction on the street. She stops a couple houses down and that's when I notice her Lexus. She slides inside and starts the car so I do the same, closing my front door and letting the engine purr to life.
I can no longer see her, but I watch her car as she carefully pulls out of her spot and starts driving
towards the other end of the street.
I follow her.
I'm not sure why I'm following her. I came here to talk to Chris, but the second I saw her pull away I had to follow. Whether my dick or my brain is running the show, I don't know, but I follow anyway because one of them has the right idea. I need to make things right with Cassie before I talk to Chris.
I follow her for what seems like forever. We're on the outskirts of the city, approaching the suburbs when she starts to slow down and turns off on a side road. It's dark out, so I dim my lights in order for her not to be suspicious of someone following her at this time of night. The city of Chicago has an extremely high murder rate and I don't want to frighten her.
Is this where she lives?
We're in a residential area and I don't get the feeling she owns a house, so why are we here? Is she visiting someone? For fuck's sake, is she visiting a guy?
We start to pass a church but she slows down and turns into the vacant church parking lot. I can't follow her in there because then I'll be forced to address her before I'm ready. I want to figure out why a young woman like her is at church on a Friday night, instead of out at a bar or club with friends.
I pull up to the next intersecting street and make a U-turn. As I'm approaching the church again I park on the side of the road and turn off the engine, just in time to see Cassie open the large double doors at the entrance of the church and walk in.
This makes no sense. Her car is the only one in the parking lot. I doubt the priest is even in there right now. How long does she expect me to wait out here for her?
That's right. She doesn't know I'm out here. She doesn't know the great lengths of stalking I go through just to watch her and know more about her.
Now I'm Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction.
I'm just going to wait here and then follow her to her next destination. I can't confront her about sex at a church. It just feels... wrong. There's also the small fact that church and me don't mix. I'd take one step inside and then burn from the inside out.
Thirty minutes pass, then an hour, then another hour and before I know it's midnight and I'm struggling to stay awake in the driver's seat. I have no idea what would make her want to stay inside a church for so long, but at the moment I'd wait forever just to ask for another chance.
My blinks get longer and longer until I can no longer open my eyes and I succumb to sleep.
***
The sound of a garbage truck wakes me from my sleep. I peel open my eyelids, stretching my arms above my head as I let out a long yawn. After blinking a few times I look around and remember where I am.
Fuck. I slept through the night.
I turn the keys in the ignition, ready to drive off and that's when I glance over at the church. Cassie's Lexus is still parked in the parking lot, but this time it's not the only car on the large slab of asphalt. Two spaces away is a Chevy four-door truck.
What the hell? Who else is there?
As if God is directly answering my questions now, out walks a tall blond man who can't be older than thirty and Cassie is following him. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail and she looks just as beautiful as ever, but that's not what has my jaw dropping. She's wearing different clothes than the ones she wore yesterday.
Why is she wearing different clothes than the ones she walked in with?
What did I miss when I was sleeping?
The man walks with her to her car and they stop at her door and continue to talk. With every second that goes by I grow angrier and angrier. I'm being irrational, but who the fuck is he and why is he at a church with Cassie this early in the morning? I look down at my watch and it's a little after eight am, way too early for a social call.
Glancing back their way, I see Cassie lift up on her toes and wrap her arms around the unknown man's neck. He wraps his arms around her waist and hugs her tightly. They embrace for what seems like hours, but actually only a few seconds and as she backs away she leaves a lingering kiss on his cheek before getting in her car and driving off.
She played me. That's the only logical explanation because the deal was that neither of us were allowed to have sex for thirty days, but she just spent the night with this guy. Or at least I think she did.
Wait.
What the fuck happened last night?
End of
Book One
Continue following Cassie and Theo's story in
Lane One
Seduction
Book two of the Lane One Series
Desire... Lust... Envy...
Theo has finally got Cassie where he wants her. She has agreed to go out with him if he can make it thirty days without sex. But how much does the elusive Theo actually know about Cassie?
Cassie has always been alone in this world, so Theo's persistence scares her, but as Theo and Cassie grow closer, their pasts are slowly uncovered. As Cassie's past is revealed, Theo decides to ignore his feelings for her so he can be the first person Cassie can truly trust and rely on.
But Cassie doesn't want to be Theo's friend... she wants more. When it becomes obvious Theo is no longer going to touch her, she comes up with a plan of her own.
Seduce and conquer.
It should be easy for Cassie to get what she wants, but is she powerful enough to seduce Theo into bed?
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Acknowledgements
This is the area of my books that I always struggle the most with. I'm afraid I'm going to miss someone extremely important because EVERYONE in my life is extremely important.
So many people made this book possible. From the advice, the encouragement, the editing, the cover design, the pimping, the social media support, cover reveals, giveaways, and the list goes on and on.
If I've learned anything this past year, it's to cherish the people in my life and I cherish each and every one of you!
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*Warning: Changing His Game is a stand-alone novel. This book is for mature readers ages 18 and up. It contains sex, sex, and more sex with a porn star. It briefly touches on M/F/M and M/F/F.
Adult Films. XXX Movies. Porn.
These are the kind of movies I've never planned to watch. It was a taboo topic where I grew up. As a kid I had only heard of it in passing. In middle school my parents would talk about my creepy uncle Frank and how he should look for a job instead of watching "those movies" all day. In High School boys thought it was funny to ask my friends and me to star
in the amateur adult films they were making. In college most of my guy friends watched them, but I never had. When I moved to California that changed.
After surprising my fiancé at home and catching him screwing another woman, I hopped in my car and started driving. I was running away from my old life and I needed a change. I remembered my friend Tawny inviting me to visit her in Los Angeles, so that's where I went.
I didn’t find Tawny when I got there, but I did find her gorgeous roommate, Jared. Our friendship started out rough, but he gave me a place to stay and helped me get back on my feet. He became my best friend. My best friend who millions of women happened to lust over.
Jared plays by a different set of rules, where anything goes. His lifestyle is unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed before and it scares me. When you live your life on the edge, eventually you'll fall over. I didn't want to see that happen to him.
At night he’s just Jared, my Jared, and I’ll deny it to anyone who asks, but I’m completely in love with him. During the day he’s Brandon Boner, and the world is in love with him.
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