The Halloween party is in full swing.And I'm dressed like a princess.Part of me can't believe Locke actually convinced me, but then again, is there anything he can't convince me of? I watch him from across the room now, pulse fluttering in my wrists and throat. Between my thighs. On his way back to me from the bar, he's been waylaid by some employees who are giving him a good-natured ribbing about his Prince Charming costume. He's laughing at their jokes, not self-conscious about his attire in the slightest. How could he be anything but confident after my reaction to seeing him dressed like a fictional prince for the first time? I can still taste his hot, frothy pleasure in my mouth. Hear his moans in my ears.Am I really going to marry this man?Do dreams come true to this degree?I am going to be living, eating, sleeping and breathing my obsession very soon.And I don't think my conscience is strong enough to stop me anymore. Not when I've gotten to know the real man, gotten to kn
It can't be happening.No. No, it's not happening.I've never been more helpless or terrified in my life as Harriet runs into the street, the skirt of her dress flying out behind her on the breeze. Why did it take me so long to get up and chase after her? I know why, but there's no adequate excuse for letting her run. Letting her get away.Still...All this time, I've been shaming her for the death of my sister?Jesus Christ.In all my speculation over why Harriet needs to be punished and insulted during sex, I never could have expected this—and it has ripped the heart straight out of my chest. That I participated. That I allowed it to go on. The amount of remorse she must feel for being even indirectly involved in the death of my sister must be astronomical if she is seeking retribution from me in such a way. A way that demeans the best thing in my life.How could I?Why didn't I try harder to get at the truth?And now...now she's going to be taken from me. I can see it happening in
Three Years LaterI glide out into the backyard in my short robe, purring in my throat as my husband shucks his pajama pants, preparing to swim his usual morning laps. Naked.As requested by his wife.Wow.Over the last three years, our rigorous lovemaking has turned his big body into a pillar of strength, carving out muscle on his torso, his thighs, his arms. He was already a god to me, but now he looks like something from Mount Olympus. Rugged and thick and masculine all over, from his unshaven jaw to his riot of chest hair.Locke starts toward the heated pool but pauses when he notices my approach.And I definitely notice the way he turns erect, the fat male flesh swelling between his legs, his abdomen dipping with strain at the impact of hunger. It's always present. The lust, the wild need. Our mutual stormy obsession is the third member of our marriage."Do you want me to come back to bed?" he breathes into the morning fog, reaching down to fondle the growing shaft between his le
Raking a hand through his dark hair, he moves to the pool and slips in gingerly, in deference to his erection, and begins swimming laps. On my way to watch him from the comfort of a padded deck chair, I pick up my robe and fish the small bottle of lubricant from the pocket, setting it down beside me on the side table. And I wait.I wait for him while thinking about everything that has happened in the last three years. I've become a wife. I've made partner at my event planning company, which is now located downstairs in Firestarter headquarters. At first, me and Locke were across the street from each other, but that wasn't close enough for Locke and he moved us three floors away. My husband and I now have our own private elevator and break room connected to his office and rarely make it through a day without meeting there, working each other into a delirious sweat.We discussed having children and we were both initially interested in the idea, but over time, we realized our extreme fix
Terrence Rivera craves a life away from what she's always known. When she moves across country to a new place in the center of the city, her curiosity is at an all-time high. When she meets her new neighbor, she's stunned by how huge and insanely attractive he is.Benny Peters always hated his size and height. Tired of the stares from people, he ditches his old job as a security guard, and is now content doing online consulting. But when his new, hot neighbor is hell-bent on befriending him, he can't help himself. One hello, one smile, and his walls come crumbling down and now he's breaking his rules just to have a shot at what he never thought was possible.Would he succeed?------------1: Terrence."Can you put that on there?" I point to where I want the next batch of boxes to go before I trip right into one and almost fall over it.My phone slips out of my hand and goes flying into the air. One of the movers grabs me by my shirt right before I face plant onto the ground for the se
I was a late-in-life surprise for my parents. They'd always planned to retire early, so I knew when I turned eighteen and graduated it was off to college or move to Florida with them.I chose neither and instead moved to the city not far from our small town. Maybe I could go to college; it's still an option. But living out in the middle of nowhere, I'd gotten a jumpstart on my passion and it took off when I'd only been fifteen. The Love Toy Company was surprised by my age when they signed me up but they still took a chance on me anyway.At this point I'm riding the wave, but maybe I should look into college. I could go for something like business maybe? Right now I don't want to think about that. I'm enjoying my first taste of being on my own. Even if I don't look old enough to be doing it, I'm doing it anyway.My parents are older and they should be out seeing the world. They've done right by me and I want them to enjoy this time. I don't want them to be worrying about everything I'm
I watch through the peephole as the girl across the hall gets moved in. I caught a few glimpses of her while they were bringing in boxes. But now all the movers are gone and there she stands in the hallway looking at my door.I moved here about six years ago and don't get out much. With the internet and delivery services, I don't really need to. My place is really two apartments combined. It's part of the reason I got the place so quickly. I could live anywhere, but I didn't want to live in the city and this was close enough to all the things I needed.Some people might think it's hard to be inside all the time, but I like it. When you look like I do, going outside sucks, so staying in my home and being alone is better than getting stared at like a freak.My mom named me Benny the first time she laid eyes on me. She said the whole time she was pregnant I was kicking up a storm, and then when I came out I was twice the size of all the other babies in the nursery. I set a record in the
I watch her go to her apartment and look back one quick time before she goes inside and closes the door. I stand there staring for another few minutes just to make sure she doesn't run back out and want to talk to me again.I sigh as I push away from the door and go back to my living room. Why would she want to talk to me? I didn't even open the door.When glance outside I see that the sun is beginning to set and it's time for dinner. I think about what I want and then it dawns on me that Terrence might not have had a chance to get any food from the store with moving all day. It's been a long time since I moved, but I remember that it gets hectic and then before you realize it you've skipped a meal and you're starving.I go into the kitchen and grab a menu from the Chinese place down the block. I don't know what she eats, but everyone likes Chinese, right? I call and order a couple of things for her that I think she might like and then order some food for myself and explain to them th