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“I want to be inside of you,” he said and kissed her cheek.

“Yes,” she agreed.

He drew away and rolled over to his side for a moment. She panted. Not from his tongue, or his fingers. She wasn’t panting from his kisses to her face and neck that felt as if his lips were made of silk. She panted from the questions, and the anticipation of him. She opened her eyes to see him rolling a condom down a thick and long shaft. Longer than she thought she'd had in the past. And thicker than any woman wanted inside of her. But Kassidy relaxed. The tequila and martini mixed in her bloodstream diluted her doubts of him. He again eased next to her, but on his side. He smoothed his palm over her hip to turn her to her side to face him. When her hips were flush against his, he drew her tongue into his mouth once more. What was so scary about that? Nothing he'd done so far felt as intimidating as when he’d speak. Her eyelashes drifted down. He ran his hand over her backside and squeezed, and then as if in slow motion, he went over her and forced her again to rest on her back and she parted her thighs for his wide fit. The man was all muscle, not an inch fat on him. Tarek had had broad shoulders and muscle packed arms that extended over his back like that of a street boxer. There was still a small part of her brain that insisted on reminding her of the reasons the man was her enemy. And perhaps tomorrow she will regret the temporary madness that encouraged her to seduce Tarek Marshall. Tonight, would be a different story.

Tarek lips brushed hers and he thrust inside of her, sliding slowly, and stretching her mercilessly. He delivered a series of sexy in and out thrusts that maneuvered her pelvis to a upward tilt and allowed him to go deeper.

“You are exquisite.”

“Oh God!” she said against her own will for restraint. She gripped his arms and groaned. For a few minutes she forgot to breathe as his thrusts became harder and faster. His cock cleaved into her channel with steady and deeper strokes. She dug her nails into his arms wanting to beg for mercy but she knew better. And when his tongue swept into her mouth, a dull throbbing mixture of pain and pleasure became intoxicating. Lifting her hips to meet his, she felt her body adjust as her vaginal walls clenched and released him. He set the pace and dared her to follow. She rocked her hips and dug her nails even deeper into his arms.

And then they rolled and she was on top, Kassidy sucked in a shocked breath and felt a cramp from his rough maneuver. But the minute she began to ease up and down on his dick it loosened, and her pelvic bones melted. His hands tightened on her buttocks and his pelvic upward thrust demanded that she go faster and faster and faster. She tried. He sat up and took her mouth and she was lost in his kiss. He then pushed her at the stomach and forced her to lie back between his parted knees. She complied with her knees bent and feet flat to the mattress and him still inside of her. With him sitting up and her thighs scissored to his hips, he could stare down at how her pussy received and released the pressure of his invading dick. There was a wild lustful delight in his eyes as he fucked her in the forced position. He was fucking her too fast and hard. But she matched his rhythm as She lay there with her knees bent and head thrashing.

“Touch yourself. Show me how you masturbate,” he said with a grimace of lustful restraint in his voice. Kassidy was too loose and sexually drugged up on the moment to comply. He kept fucking her, but put her hand to the top of her pussy. And she did what he asked. She opened her eyes to see him watching. She rubbed her clit slow and his thrusting began to ease in frequency. The pulse point at her core seizures came and her she gasped and cried out his name.

And then he was over her again, and she was able to lock her legs around his waist as he dropped over missionary style. Their heads pointed south and their feet north on the bed. But he kept grooving. Their bodies now slick with sweat made wet smacking sounds. Or was that her pussy from the constant beating?

“Tarek,” she mumbled. Her legs cinched higher around him and the hot waves of passion radiating from her pussy burned him as deeply. Because he put even more weight on her and groaned as his entire being shuddered. As they both tumbled over the edge.

***

Kassidy rolled over to darkness. Unfamiliar but comforting as it covered her and the man sleeping next to her. The memory of her night with him was sketchy at first. But it sharpened into focus as her body awakened to the familiar pangs and aches from sex. She was rubbed raw from the condoms they went through. Her nipples raw from sucks and bites. She felt like an acrobat with no safety net. Kassidy lifted her head from her pillow and gaze upon his shadow. Again her eyes adjusted the darkness. Tarek lay on his back in a silent sleep. He didn’t snore. His chest barely moved from his deep intakes and exhales of breath. It was as if he were dead or comatose he was so still.

With care and caution she gently sat up and moved aside the sheet. Her vagina tingled after she caught a glimpse of his flaccid cock lying against his hairy thigh.

Stop it Kassidy, for goodness sake.

She reached in the dark and gently touched his cock. He didn’t move or stir.

Get up and do the damn job you came here for. Stop it.

She drew her hand away. The darkness in her didn’t drag her further down, she pushed it aside and focused on the room. It was nicely furnished and bigger than any room in her townhome. But there was nothing personal. Not a picture or portrait.

Kassidy held her breath and tried very hard to be quiet. She got out of bed by lifting her ass from the mattress with a push of her fingertips. She was careful. Tarek didn’t move. Not a sound was made. She held her breath to stay silent. And she stood at the side of the bed for a moment to make sure his unnatural calm state wasn’t a trick. When nothing happened she felt encouraged. Kassidy looked for something to cover herself and the first thing she saw was his dark grey silk shirt. She picked it up from the floor and slid it on. She didn’t bother to button it. The shirt reached down to her thighs. She held it closed and went to the door. She needed to see the rest of the house. When she tried to turn the knob slow she was shocked to find it locked. Kassidy looked at the doorknob and saw it was a key lock from the inside. Who felt the need for a double bolt locking system of their bedroom door? Was he trying to keep her in or someone out?

She glanced to the bed. Tarek continued to sleep. He didn’t move. She glanced around the room and there were no dressers, or cabinets. Just chairs, an armoire, a chaise bench at the foot of the bed and closet doors. She searched the best she could and found nothing. There was nothing. Kassidy sighed and removed his shirt. She eased into bed with him and covered them both with the blanket. She turned over to her side and decided to sleep. Her hand went to his cock. He didn’t stir. She closed her eyes and held it as she drifted. She’d gotten inside his home. That was a start.

The moment she closed her eyes Tarek opened his. His head turned and he looked at the sleeping beauty next to him. She held his dick and slept so close he felt her soft breathing on his shoulder. He stared up at the ceiling. He’d not sleep for the rest of the night.

3.

It was morning. Kassidy stretched with the burn of sunlight on her face. She squinted. The drapes were pulled apart and the room was filled with brightness of the new day. She sat up and clutched the blanket to her chest.

“Tarek?”

She was alone. Placed upon the foot of the bed were her clothes folded neatly. Not what she wore the night prior. He'd gone through her things. He selected a pair of pants, a shirt, and matching bra and panty. He'd even hung her coat on a silver hanger off a hook on his armoire.

“Tarek?” she called out.

There was no response. She looked to his side of the bed and saw a note on the pillow. She picked it up.

Contact: Connie Sanford

214-555-5555

Kassidy grimaced. She scrambled off the bed, and hurried to get dressed. She put on her coat and shoes, grabbed her carryon bag and purse. She walked out of his room without searching any part of the house. She was too confused by his disappearance and the strange order he left her things. When she came down the stairs she saw a driver in a chauffeurs cap. He waited with his white gloved hands clasped before him.

“Ms. Brown. Mr. Marshall asked that I escort you off the property,” he said.

“Where is he?” she demanded.

“Mr. Marshall left two hours ago. He had to catch a flight to the West coast. Shall we?”

Kassidy glanced around. She looked to the driver and then the door. She had no choice but to leave. The driver took her carryon bag. She'd won the battle and gotten very close to Tarek. But he was as much of a mystery to her today as he was when she was a little girl. The war to destroy Tarek Marshall had only begun.

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