“Is it okay if you ride me?” His request was so sweet and sexy.
“Would you like that?” His eyes were glazed and heavy with desire.
“I want to be inside you so damn bad. I want you riding on top of me if it’s okay.”
I gingerly straddled my legs on each side of his body as he helped to line himself up to me. When I felt him at my opening, I gently sank down, feeling him stretch me.
We were completely one and it felt so empowering. I threw my head back and moaned. The feeling of him inside of me was too much, and I couldn’t keep quiet if I tried. Then he started moaning, too. We took a moment to adjust as my body took him in fully. Exquisite. Nothing better described the feeling of him inside of me. I began grinding against him.
He found my sensitive clit as I continued to work against him. His fingers were unrelenting. His touch was pure heaven and soon another orgasm came flying through my body, leaving me spent. I wanted to collapse into Bradley’s chest, but he wasn’t there yet. My arms started to shake from fatigue as they tried to hold me up.
“Oh, Kelly. I’ve got you.” He rose up and placed his hands under my backside. My head pressed into his chest. I felt him gently lifting, raising me up then bringing me back down. His rhythm became erratic as he drew close. Seconds later, his orgasm pulsed its release into me.
Afterward, we sagged against one another, trying to catch our breaths. He continued to rub my back with soft, tender caresses. But my arms were too lifeless to return the favor.
We fell back on our pillows and eventually spooned together.
“Kelly, my sweet, sweet Kelly.” His words were barely a whisper but in the silent room I didn’t miss a single one.
“I love you, Bradley.” I was practically asleep as I said his name. It was time to rest up for another round… We had some catching up to do.
Epilogue: Kelly’s Turn
My hospital room was serene with streams of light peeking through the sheers on the window. A nurse had just walked in to check on us. She took one look around her and knew all was well.
Bradley was lightly snoring with sweet little Sydney tucked away in his large arms.
“How are you feeling, this morning?” The nurse checked my vital signs as she spoke to me.
“A little sore, but I slept a few hours which makes me feel almost human.”
“You’re lucky to have him.” The nurse pointed over her shoulder at Bradley while smiling warmly at me. “He’s a keeper.”
“Definitely.” She had no idea what we’d gone through to get to this moment. To her, we probably looked like a couple that had been together for years. Planned a family and brought our first child into the world, but our journey had been a long, winding road with lots of bumps.
“I think they’re going to bring some breakfast in soon. I can get you some coffee now if you’d like?” She smoothed down the sheets of my bed with a gentle hand.
“Coffee.” I hadn’t had a sip since I found the blue lines showing on the pregnancy strip. “That would be divine. Maybe with a touch of cream?”
“Coming up,” she said in cheerful tone while she gathered her cart and wheeled it out of the room.
I sat back against the pillows and watched the two most important people in my life dozing peacefully. Looking at them made my heart swell and I couldn’t help tearing up.
Bradley had been there for me since the first night I saw him at the Love Handles Club. It was his strength that got me through some very dark days.
I knew he would be there for Sydney and me no matter what we faced.
The nurse pushed open the door and entered carrying two cups of coffee.
“Thought I’d bring one for the father. If he wakes up in time to have it hot.” Her voice traveled through the room and Bradley stirred.
“Looks like he’s awake.” My gaze found Bradley’s. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning,” he mouthed and leaned over to kiss Sydney on the forehead. He motioned with his head for the nurse to bring him a cup of coffee too. He also gave her that full-on grin that made women defenseless. The nurse smiled and looked down for a split-second.
Yes, he still had the touch, but now that touch was reserved for only me.
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Adam’s Apple
(Touch of Tantra Book 1)
Prologue
April 23rd, 2005. Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia, PA.
The sky shines a crisp, azure blue, but my heart is a lifeless gray and quickly turning as black as the muddied dirt I'm holding in my hands. I squeeze my fingers so tightly into a fist that my hand begins to shake and bits of grit embed into my palms.
The task set before me is customary and very common among men. But the woman I mourn today was anything but common. She was brilliant, wise, and beautiful.
Now she's gone. . . Forever.
Sorrow will no longer consume her heart and soul. Instead it passes on to me.
I toss the black dirt into the dark and musty grave and fall to my knees. The eerie hollow sound of the clumps of dirt hitting the wood below is more than I can bear.
The tears I’ve been suppressing for days now fall freely down my face like a dam’s flood after a breach. An unrestrained sorrow pours out of me, and the whirl of emotions I’ve hidden within myself is no longer concealed. My grief is freed as I realize all I love is now six feet below me, but it might as well be a million miles away. The distance will never be broached this side of heaven as she is God’s angel now.
Returning to the hearse, I see a man’s face in the distance. We make eye contact before he raises the tinted window of his black limo. His vehicle pulls away, disappearing into the morning’s mist. Anger rises above my grief because he has no right to be anywhere near this solemn ceremony.
He’s the bastard who slowly and silently destroyed the woman I’m leaving behind today in this cold and wet cemetery. She was my mother . . . My selfless life-giver, and I owe her everything.
Chapter 1
My legs feel as heavy as lead pipes, but somehow they carry me through the marbled lobby to the sidewalk outside of my office high rise. I find myself standing on grimy concrete with the New York City rain pelting me, staining my yellow silk tie. I am numb to nature’s onslaught, as my thoughts remain at the conference table forty stories above—where the last meeting of the day still haunts me.
My head of corporate security had informed me that my trusted partner and friend, Simon Edwards, betrayed me by stabbing me in the back. My stomach almost retches as I think about his deceit. I’ve known him since our freshman year at MIT fourteen years ago. Through random selection, we’d shared a dorm room together. We weren’t extremely close because we were polar opposites and different personality types. Especially when it came to dealing with people. Basically, I tolerated them and he didn’t. But we formed a common respect for one another during our college years and beyond. Maybe it was our desire to make our mark in the business world, as we both had something to prove to the fathers we hated. It wa
s likely the only thing we had in common.
After graduating college, four of us from MIT, including Simon, headed to New York City and formed Kings Capital, largely using the inheritance I received after my mother’s death. It served as the company’s seed money and positioned me as the company’s head. Although Simon seldom made his way to the boardroom, his presence there was felt by us all. We’d relied on his genius mind to design a way around any obstacle or shortcoming we found in our software ventures. We capitalized on so many deals thanks to Simon. We had a saying among the board, “If Simon says so, we buy.”
Never in a million years would I have thought he’d try to sell me out. When others said my dreams were impossible or if a wall was placed in my way, he was my go-to man. Now he was the wall. Simon was caught trying to sell me out by giving away corporate secrets to another company. My corporate secrets. Secrets stained with my own blood, sweat, and fears. Although I was assured our company secrets never touched any outsiders’ hand, his act of betrayal has set my world’s axis askew.
I wipe the rain off my face and see Eddie, my driver, standing beside my black Escalade, New York City’s newest version of a limo. He holds an umbrella in one hand and the opened back door in another. I observe his rigid stance; not a muscle moves in his face as he remains at attention like a soldier awaiting his commander’s arrival. I hurry toward him, anxious to get out of the rain and away from my building. Kings Capital has been the center of my life since it was started, but now I want to run from everything I’ve built.
As I’m nearing the car, I hear someone calling my name. A quick glance over my shoulder brings my assistant, Mrs. Carter, into view. I notice she’s waving a piece of white paper as she runs toward me. I compare the two extremes of the people who work for me: one is stoically robotic, the other is embarrassingly chaotic.
“Mr. Kingsley, sir, I neglected to give you your ticket to the Swanson event!” Mrs. Carter rests her hand on her heaving chest, breathless. “Security is at a high level tonight since the Ethiopian ambassador is attending. No one will be allowed inside without this.” I stare at the ticket in her hand; the black ink is starting to blur from the rain.
Mrs. Carter places the ticket in my outstretched hand. I watch beads of water from the rain roll down her plump cheeks. The rain washes away parts of her makeup, revealing bare reddish skin underneath.
“Thank you, Mrs. Carter.” A crack of thunder rumbles around us, echoing off the towering buildings, causing us both to jump. “You’d better get back inside.”
“I just want to say how sorry I am, Mr. Kingsley, about Mr. Edwards. I—” Pity is written all over her face, and I detest pity.
“Thank you, Mrs. Carter. I know your intentions are good, but do not bring this matter up again in my presence. If it needs to be discussed, I will let you know.”
My harsh rebuke might as well have been a slap across her face. Mrs. Carter appears wounded, and her skin has now turned more the color of fire.
“Certainly, sir.” She hangs her head briefly and then looks up at me with the same pity in her eyes. Perhaps even more than before. Dammit to hell. “Have a lovely evening at the benefit.”
“My apologies for being short, Mrs. Carter. It’s just been a hell of a day.” My conscience tugs at me. Fuck, I’ve overreacted, given into my easily roused temper, and penalized her for a crime she didn’t commit.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” I speak more calmly, the angry tone in my voice now gone.
“Yes, sir. And I understand.” I watch a timid smile stretch across her face. The rain has now fully removed any trace of makeup from her skin, and her pulled-back hair is soaking wet and plastered to her scalp. I should feel guilty for making her stand outside with me getting drenched, but the feeling doesn’t come to me.
“Just remember, Mr. Kingsley. Karma is a wonderful thing.” And with that quick statement she pivots on her sensible heels and runs back inside the building.
Karma. I have to laugh. I, of all people, know too well about karma and it’s legend. However, I’ve chosen to operate under the old proverb of an eye for an eye. Karma requires no action and the hope of a chance. I rely on one thing in this world: my actions. I will leave nothing to chance and prefer playing the game of life with the strongest hand possible.
I turn toward my car and approach the open door.
“Good evening, Eddie.” I greet my driver with a nod as I escape the pelting rain and ease into the backseat.
“Good evening, Sir.” Eddie shuts the door behind me.
I immediately put on some rap music and turn the volume almost inhumanly high, hoping the noise will help drown out the stress of my day. Leaning back against the soft leather seat, I let the bass thump against me.
Eddie gets behind the wheel and mutes the volume of the music. I look at him annoyed. “Home, Mr. Kingsley, or do you have an engagement to attend?”
Normally, I confer with him on my agenda, but this afternoon’s event with Simon has me off-kilter and I simply forgot. “I have a benefit at Lincoln Center tonight. But take the long way so I can change into my tux.”
“Yes, sir.” Eddie pushes the mute button again, and the music blares from the speakers. I see him slyly smirk in the rearview mirror.
Eddie has been my driver since my company landed on the Fortune 500 list two years ago. It was shortly before I turned thirty. A magical year indeed. Heady and intoxicating. My first taste of obscene wealth and its rewards.
Since then I’ve fucked my way around this city, and poor Eddie has witnessed it all. I’ve burned through women like a wildfire roaring across a dry forest. Nothing has stood in my way. My passions have been all-consuming as I’ve indulged myself in all kinds of debauchery. I might think about settling down in a few years, maybe. But, for now, I’m content to sample the choice delights surrounding me. What single man in my shoes wouldn’t say the same? Temptation is just too fucking tempting for me.
As Eddie prepares to pull away from the front of my building, I spot Simon being escorted out of the glass doors. A team of two security officers, one on each side of Simon, has their hands placed tightly above his elbows. I watch as they roughly release him once they have him fully outside. Simon stumbles but remains standing.
“Hold up, Eddie,” I shout above the music before the SUV moves into the traffic. “Stop right here.”
The SUV lurches to a stop and I brace myself against the back of the front seat. I shift slowly on the leather, wet from my rain-soaked clothes, until I’m totally facing Simon through my window. To my surprise he is approaching my vehicle and the look on his face is murderous. Never have I seen him show this much emotion. Never. Even when his fiancée left him a few weeks ago. It’s unnerving.
Simon slowly approaches the Escalade and stares into the tinted glass of my windows. His eyes are wide and crazed, the veins in his forehead protruding. He appears ready to fight. Part of me wants to fling open the door and pummel his ass into the sidewalk. Pulverize him. Make him pay. I have about five inches on him and maybe forty pounds of muscle. He’s no match for me. But something about his face, his eyes make me reconsider. I grip harder into the seatback, grounding myself into place.
Simon leans in closer, his nose almost touches the glass as he shouts something at me, but I can’t hear him. His words are silent to me as I sit behind the car’s dark wall of glass and listen to the loud music piped through the speakers and vibrating around me.
As I am getting ready to tell Eddie to pull away, Simon makes a move that conveys what his words could not. He places his finger beside his neck and drags it across from one side to the other. The universal symbol for you’re dead. An eerie feeling runs through me, and I consider calling security to remove him from the sidewalk, but Simon turns away practically running from me.
Throughout Simon’s angry display, Eddie is silently observing his behavior through the window. He’s known Simon for as long as he’s worked for me, so this stunt has to come as a shock. Glanci
ng at Eddie in the front seat, I see a look of confusion mixed with concern on his face.
“It’s been a hell of a day, Eddie.” I take a deep breath and release my white-knuckled fingers from the seatback. An indent in the leather remains, a ghost outlining where my tension lay. “Get me the fuck out of here.”
I’m tempted to tell Eddie to take me home and skip tonight’s benefit, but I have committed to be there and make a major donation. I will likely be called by name and asked to stand and be acknowledged for my charity. An empty chair in my absence would be an affront to the organization. One that I’m actually quite fond of, which in this town is rare.
Resolved to keep pressing on, I remove the bag that’s hanging from the hook behind my seat. Inside there is a black tux, brilliant white shirt, and shiny black shoes. I start to undress and as I do, Eddie, on cue, raises the divider between the seats. I laugh as he does. He’s seen and heard just about everything in this backseat. Surely a flash of my briefs won’t offend him. But he remains a gentleman as usual, even when I’ve given him no cause to believe that I am one.
As soon as I’m fully dressed, Eddie pulls up in front of Lincoln Center, the location for tonight's benefit. I comb my fingers through my hair, trying to settle it back in place. It has a mind of it’s own. Sex hair, I’ve been told.
Other than my white shirt, I’m adorned in black from the top of my head to the soles of my shoes. It’s the color of success in New York City, and likely the color of most people’s hearts attending tonight, too.
I'm scheduled to appear at two similar events this weekend, each one as stimulating as a prostate exam. Since my company made the Fortune 500 list, the invitations and requests from charities in this city have poured into my office. Poor Mrs. Carter practically needs an assistant to weed through them all. I think it’s time to cut back on my attendance. I’ve frankly had my fill.
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