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"HOW ARE YOU?"
Katie looked at the dark-haired, gray-eyed man who sat across the restaurant table from her. A lot had happened in the last two months. Serge and Mikhel, both now full-blooded vampires, had emerged unscathed from their Feasts of Indulgences. Mikhel was now married to his Erica and looking forward to becoming a father shortly. Serge was officially engaged to his bloodlust Derri. Whoever had stalked Katie that night weeks earlier had apparently decided to prey on someone else. All was right in the Dumont world. So why did she feel so disgruntled and restless? She grimaced. Her general dissatisfaction was probably steeped in the fact that Aleksei had once again disappeared from their lives.
"Katie?"
With less than five years separating them, she and Serge had always been close. Now he reached across the table and clutched her hand in his. She forced a smile. "No need to look so worried. I'm fine, Serge."
He released her hand, but his gray gaze remained clouded. "You're sure?"
Just for a moment she was tempted to tell him about the incident in the parking lot, but changed her mind. His relationship with Derri was still new and she wanted him to be able to enjoy it without outside distractions. "I'm positive." This time she endeavored to ensure her smile appeared genuine. She sipped her drink. "How is the great one?"
He smiled, his eyes softened, and he took on what she privately called his "goofy" look. "Derri is fine. You know she just won the biggest case of her career and got an innocent man acquitted of all charges."
She gave him an indulgent look. "Yes, I do know that. After all, you've told me and anyone else who'll listen, countless times. She's the most brilliant defensive attorney ever turned out by Temple Law School. Serge, you're in danger of becoming a first class bore with your whole conversation revolving around her. You hardly ever even talk about the Diamonds anymore," she said of the inner city neighborhood basketball team he sponsored.
He gave her an unrepentant grin. "They're fine. We're gonna win it all this year."
She smiled. "You might be right."
He shook his head. "No might about it." He balled his right hand into a fist and shook it. "I can feel it, Katie. This is our year."
She nodded. "I'll be routing for them."
"We start our playoff run soon. This year is going to be extra special."
"Even if you don't win?"
"Yes, because Derri is sharing it with me."
"I guess she's good for you after all."
"Why should that surprise you?"
She arched a brow. "Let's face it, Serge. You won't find her picture in the dictionary under the word fidelity."
His smile vanished and he leaned back against his seat. "I trust her completely, Kattia."
Like the rest of the family, he only called her Kattia when he was angry or annoyed. "How can you say that after she slept with Aleksei?"
He shook his head, still looking annoyed. "There are things going on that you do not understand, Kattia."
She cast her gaze toward the ceiling. "Oh, spare me, Serge. You're starting to sound like Aleksei. I know exactly what is and isn't acceptable for our kind."
His gray gaze flickered over her face. "Have you talked to Alex?"
"How can I? I haven't seen him for weeks!" she snapped.
"Ah." He nodded slowly.
She frowned. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
"You need to talk to Alex, Katie. I...I know you have feelings for him, but..."
She stared at him, reaching out to probe his thoughts. She was annoyed to find him blocking her. "What are you keeping from me, Serge? If there's something about Aleksei I should know, tell me. What do you know about him that I should but don't?"
"What I know, I know in confidence, Katie."
"Since when have you and Aleksei been trading secrets? The two of you have always been less than a minute away from trying to kill each other."
"You should talk to him, Katie. Soon."
"How can I? I haven't seen him since I walked in on him fucking your faithful bloodlust silly."
His lips compressed into a tight line and he leaned forward to stare into her eyes. "Why is it that you can forgive him, but not her?"
"He never claimed to be in love with you. She did. She had no right to betray you!"
"But what if I don't feel betrayed, Katie? I expected her to forgive me for all the women I slept with during my Feast of Indulgence."
She shook her head. "It's not the same thing, Serge. Surely you can see that."
"How can I begrudge her one little...misstep?"
"Open your eyes! It's more than a misstep, Serge. It's the ultimate betrayal."
He slammed a fist down on the table so hard, his cup rattled. "Not if I say it isn't! Kattia, it is not your place to decide who I should or shouldn't forgive. And I would appreciate it if you'd be a little more respectful when you speak of her. If you want to have someone to blame, blame Alex. Either way, I expect you to be mindful that Derri is not only my bloodlust, but the woman I plan to marry. I have no problems with what happened between her and Alex. Neither should you."
A sudden vision of Aleksei thrusting his big, thick cock deep into Derri's pussy filled her with envy and rage. Even so, one look into Serge's cold gray gaze convinced her not to push it. "Fine. Let her make a sap of you."
He shook his head and suddenly covered her hand with his again. "What's wrong, Katie?" he asked softly.
"Wrong? What do you mean?"
"I know something is wrong. We never used to keep secrets from each other. Please tell me what's bothering you. I know we haven't had as much time to spend with each other since I met Derri, but I will still always be there for you."
She nodded, squeezing his hand. "I know that, Serge. And I don't mean to harp on your Derri. I just...it hurt me to see them together knowing what you were going through."
"I know, Katie, but I hurt her too. My memories of my Feast of Indulgence are slowly emerging and when we're making love, I can't always shield them from her. It hurts her, but she loves me and has forgiven me. How can I do any less?"
She sighed and shook her head. "Serge, you were always such a soft touch. Still, she seems to make you very happy."
He grinned. "You have no idea how right you are."
"I'm sorry. I'll try—I will be mindful of how I speak of her."
He released her hand and sat back against his seat. He sipped his drink. "How are things with you and what's his name, and when do we get to meet him?"
"Serge, is loving Derri worth nearly losing your mind?"
"Yes. There is nothing, no matter how horrible, that wouldn't be worth going through if it meant winning her."
"No hesitation?"
"No. None. I would go through the experience several times again for her. She completes me and makes me feel a delight I've never felt with anyone else and that feeling has nothing to do with sex...although that's incredible."
"That's what Mikhel says about his Erica. Like you, he gets this goofy look on his face whenever her name is mentioned."
"Katie, there is no feeling quite as wonderful as bloodlust."
"And yet I know Mikhel would still like to ring your Derri's chimes."
He shrugged. "She's a beautiful woman, of course he wants her."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"A little," he admitted. "But it's our way and actually..."
"You want Erica?"
"Not with the same lust Mik has for Derri. If it never happens between me and Erica, I'll be fine with that. I can happily be content spending eternity with Derri alone. I'm not sure Mik can say the same thing."
"You don't think he's wild about Erica and loves her?"
"I know he is. I know he adores her, but I also know how much he wants to fuck Derri."
A brief vision intruded on her thoughts. She leered at him.
"What? What did you see?"
"Something that leads me to believe that you and Mikhel are one day going to be very happy little fuckers."
"Yeah?" His eyes danced with excitement and she smiled indulgently. Serge, like the whole Dumont family, enjoyed fucking.
"Yeah."
"Tell me more."
She shook her head. "I'll let it be a surprise. Trust me, you'll all enjoy it."
"All as in who?"
"I've said all I'm going to say about that."
"Fine. Back to what's his name that we'll meet when?"
"Serge, I really, really like him."
"Him as in who?"
"His name is Mark. He's older, sweet, exciting, loving, and I enjoy being with him."
"I see. And what is Mark's last name and where did you meet him?"
"I told you I met him at work." She spoke coolly and waited for him to frown.
He did, and she suppressed a frown of her own. None of the Dumont men, Serge, Mikhel, or their father, could seem to accept the fact that she was a very highly sought after and very well paid call girl. Her father particularly was having a problem acknowledging that she was no longer his little girl. Although, actually, she had never really been the innocent he liked to think she had once been.
"And there's no need looking at me like that. I enjoy what I do, Serge. No amount of black looks from you is going to change that."
He nodded. "I know."
"It's not that bad, Serge. Honest."
"Maybe not, Katie. But no man, even a vampire, likes to think of his little sister fucking for a living. Especially when there's no need."
"There's no need for you and Mikhel to work, but you both do. You do what you enjoy. Let me do the same, Serge. That's all I ask. And it's not like I'm going to meet a man I can't handle."
He sighed. "Okay. Point made. Now about this john of yours."
She bit back the urge to snap that Mark was not a john. "Tell you what. I've just decided to give a party. Bring the great one. I'll invite Mikhel and Erica and we'll all have a great time."
"A party? When? And may I invite Chan and Cassy?"
Long ago, Katie had had a thing for Serge's best friend, Chandler Raven. Like Serge, Chandler had fallen for a black woman, Cassy, who was now his wife. However, any feelings Katie had for Chan had long ago vanished. She liked to think of him happy with his soul mate. "Yes, you may. I'd like to meet Chan's lady. I'll invite Adam and his Dave and—"
"Must you?"
She frowned. Serge had developed a problem with Adam when he discovered Adam looking at him with what Serge called “lust in his cock”.
"He's my friend, Serge. He and his friend will come if they like. Are you still coming?"
"Yes. He'd just better keep his eyes off my cock and his lust to himself."
She laughed. "Careful, Serge. It's showing."
"What?"
"Your homophobia."
He frowned. "Just because I object to a man licking his lips as he looks at my cock, does not make me a homophobe."
"Oh, don't be so paranoid. That happened nearly twenty years ago and he did the same thing to Mik and he doesn't freak over it. Besides, since the great one has made you hide your family jewels, there'll be nothing for him to stare at."
He grimaced and her smile widened. Before Serge met Derri neither he nor Mikhel had worn cups over their cocks. But once Derri and Serge moved in together, she had promptly bought him several cups and insisted he wear them. To Katie's surprise, he did.
She patted his hand. "I'll let you know when I'm having the party in plenty of time. Though now that I think of it, I think it should be after Erica has the baby." She glanced at her watch. "Before I go, how are things with Mikhel and Erica?"
His brows rose. "Fine...I think...I guess...aren't they?"
"I'm not so sure, Serge. Have you talked to Mikhel lately?"
"Ah. Not about anything other than work or the Diamonds. He and Erica are coming to Philly to spend a week so Derri and Erica can get to know each other. We're leaving Friday morning and returning on the Sunday after next. You want to come too?"
"At the same cabin you three stayed at before?"
"Yes. There are three bedrooms. Why don't you come and bring your john?"
"His name is Mark, Serge."
"Really? I never hear you using Derri's name. As long as you call her the great one in that nasty fashion, he’ll be your john in an equally nasty tone."
She sighed. There was a marked change in both Serge and Mikhel now that they were full-bloods. Maybe being a latent wasn't such a bad thing. "Understood."
"Good. Now, as I was saying, why don't you bring Mark and come?" His dark eyes gleamed. "We can have a mini fuck fest."
"Won't be much of a fuck fest for me. You and Mikhel will get to switch partners, while I'll have only Mark."
"Then bring your boy toy Adam and you can switch too."
"While Adam wouldn't have a problem with that, Mark definitely would. He doesn't know what we are and I'm not sure he could accept us if he did."
"If you're serious about him, Katie, he'll have to know sooner or later. Sooner is better."
"Maybe. I'll tell him in my own time and in my own way."
"Why so indecisive?"
"I don't want to rush it and risk losing him!"
"Katie, our kind can always have what we want, when we want it."
She shook her head angrily. "No! No! I will not force him to do anything against his will!"
"So it's started then," he said softly, sounding resigned.
"What? What's started?"
"He's your bloodlust, Katie."
"No! No! I still want other men. I still need other men! I am not going to go through what you and Mikhel just did."
"Not even if you have him waiting on the other side, ready to offer you unconditional love and a lifetime of devotion?"
She dismissed the beautiful imagery his words evoked in her. She was not going to lose her sanity and will for one minute, forget week after week. Although the thought of weeks of endless cocks in her made her pussy flood with moisture. And in the end, would she have any choice?
"Trust me, Katie. It's worth it."
"I don't know if I believe that, Serge. I just don't know."
* * * * *
"COME ON, GRAY EYES. We have time for a quickie."
"No, Derri. We don't."
Derri Morgan looked up into Serge Dumont's gray eyes, aware that her dusky face was creased into an annoyed frown. She glanced around the dim, deserted stretch of corridor far from the main airport hub. "Yes, we do." She pushed him against the wall and pressed close to him. "Don't you want to?"
"Of course I want to, but what if one of the guys finds us? How would I explain it?"
She sighed. He was a fanatic when it came to the members of the intercity basketball league he sponsored. "Serge...come on."
"I can't do anything to endanger their growing into responsible young men. I wouldn't want any of them to think it's proper to fuck their ladies in a place where they could be discovered." He leaned down and kissed her lips. "You understand. Don't you, sweetheart?"
"Yes," she admitted and moved away from him. "But you just make sure you keep your cock in your pants while you're away!" she warned.
"I will," he promised. "You never have to fear my cheating, Derri."
"Except with Erica."
"Ah, but that wouldn't be cheating," he reminded her, his gray eyes whirling.
Because of their both touching a special talisman, she and Serge could "hear" each other's thoughts. Through that special bond, she felt his suppressed excitement at the thought of sleeping with his older brother's wife. To her surprise, she didn't mind. Well, not overly. After all, she'd already allowed his much older brother, Aleksei, to fuck her. The thought of Mikhel doing the same still held an undeniable appeal.
"I know," she allowed. Their vampire culture allowed blood siblings to sleep with each other's bloodlusts.
"You also know that I will always love you."
"Yes." She stroked her hand down his cheek. "I do know that and it makes me very, very content and happy, Gray Eyes."
He smiled and her heart thumped. Even after nearly four months of living with him, his smile still had the power to make her heart race and her legs go weak.
"Well, if we're not going to get a quickie, we might as well go back and find the guys." She slipped her arm through his and leaned against him. "I'm going to miss you like crazy, Gray Eyes."
"I know, sweetheart, but if you get too lonely, I'm sure Mik or Alex will be happy to keep you company."
"And you'd be all right with that?"
"I don't know...I mean part of me knows that it will happen sooner or later, but—"
"No! It won't ever happen unless you want it to, Serge."
He engulfed her in a bear hug. "I love you and I would willingly die to protect you, but sooner or later Mik will make love to you...and you will enjoy it."
"Maybe so, but no matter how good sex feels with anyone else, it's still just sex. With you it's love, Gray Eyes."
"And bloodlust, my ebony beauty," he corrected softly. "And that's the way it's supposed to be. We will always belong to each other. Nothing that ever happens between you and Mik or you and Alex will ever change that. I am always going to be wildly in love with you."
"Oh, college boy, and me with you," she vowed and lifted her face for his kiss.
Forty minutes later, she was on her way to work and missing him already. As he had promised at the beginning of their short basketball season, win or lose he was taking The Diamonds on a four week trip to Africa.
She smiled suddenly, remembering how Serge had shouted himself hoarse when his guys had won the league championship. Although she wasn't particularly fond of basketball, she'd shouted, screamed, and cried with him. The Diamonds meant so much to Serge and by extension, to her.
Still, four weeks was a long time to be without her Serge. Damn. She sighed again. During the last four months, she and Serge made love at least twice every single day. On the weekends, they had marathon sessions where they sometimes fucked as much as eight to ten times a day. Now she was supposed to go four weeks without him?
Damn. She'd been a fool to remain behind. Both Serge and the guys had asked her to accompany them. She had been tempted, but she'd known how much the guys had been looking forward to having Serge to themselves for a while. Since she and Serge fell in bloodlust, he didn't spend as much time with them and she knew he felt guilty about that. Therefore, this trip with the guys would be good for everyone. Except her.
* * * * *
LATER THAT MORNING she had finally settled down to work when the phone on her desk buzzed. She flicked her intercom. "Yes?"
"Derri, there's a Mikhel and Erica Dumont here to see you. They know you're busy, but wonder if you could spare them a few moments of your time."
She hadn't seen them since they had spent a week with her and Serge at the Poconos a few weeks earlier. "Send them in, thanks."
Her office door opened moments later. The entering couple was stunning. The woman was a tall blonde. She was very beautiful and very pregnant. The man was tall, dark, and breathtakingly handsome. Except for his dark brown eyes, he looked like a slightly older version of Serge.
She rose to her feet, smiling. "Erica. Mikhel. What a lovely surprise. Erica, you look lovely."
"Fat is more like it."
She grinned. At seven months Erica was a little on the huge side. They embraced briefly before she turned to smile at Mikhel. "Hi."
He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Sorry to bust in on you, but Erica wanted to see you."
When he straightened and looked at her, she noted he'd lowered his eyelids and he seemed tense and evasive. She nodded and encompassed both he and Erica in her smile. "Not a problem. Please. Sit down."
Erica's smile widened as she noted the two vases of red roses on either side of Derri's desk. "They're gorgeous."
She smiled. "Yes. Serge had them sent before he left for Africa, along with a box of my favorite chocolates."
"How sweet."
She grinned. "Serge is beyond sweet...he's...God, I love him so much."
"Ah." To her surprise, Erica looked taken aback. "Of course you do."
She realized Mikhel was still standing. "Mikhel? Please have a seat."
Erica spoke quickly. "Actually, I was hoping for a little time for girl talk."
"Oh." She glanced at Mikhel, who had quietly moved to stand behind her desk, facing the window. "Okay."
Mikhel turned to look at her, his dark eyes whirling. "I'll leave you two alone." He crossed the room to press several long, lingering kisses on Erica's upturned lips. As he kissed her, he fondled her breasts.
Watching, Derri felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Damn. They looked like they needed to be left alone.
"Call me when you're ready," he said, when he finally drew away from Erica.
He nodded at Derri without quite meeting her gaze.
She watched him leave her office before turning to look at Erica. "Can I get you anything?" she asked. "Coffee...decaf tea...a cold shower?"
Erica laughed and ran her tongue along her bottom lip. "No thanks. I know you're very busy and this is an imposition, but I have a great favor I need to ask of you."
She hesitated before nodding. "Shoot."
"Ah, did Serge and company get off all right?"
Surely, she hadn't come all this way just to ask about Serge's departure. "Yes, thanks."
"You must be missing him already. Just as I do the minute Mikhel leaves town."
She nodded. "Oh, yeah."
Erica took a deep breath. "Okay. I came to ask if you'd do a favor for me."
"Of course...if I can."
"Okay. Mikhel and I have been having problems lately and..."
She sighed. Already?
"I wondered...I hoped you could do us a favor."
"What kind of favor?"
She ran a hand over her stomach. "I don't know how to say this except to come right out and say it."
"Okay. Say it."
"You probably know from Serge that vamps have huge sexual appetites."
She inclined her head but remained silent. She didn't really want to discuss her sex life with Serge.
"Well, Mikhel is no exception. In fact, now that he's a full-blood, his sexual appetite has increased. Usually, I share his desires. But lately it's more than I can handle and I'm carrying the baby very low...so when we make love...he tries to be gentle, but well he just feels like he's going to...I love him more than ever, but lately sex with him hurts like hell."
"Oh. Well...I don't know what to say."
"I don't enjoy sex with him anymore. And that's such a strange experience because I want and love him more than ever, but sex with him is unbearably painful. He tries to be gentle, but after a few strokes, he starts really surging into me and...it hurts!"
Now she knew why poor Mikhel had looked so tense. He wasn't getting any loving. "Ouch."
Erica nodded. "It's not so bad for me because I don't really want sex at the moment, but he still has needs that I can no longer meet and, well, you see my problem."
Derri felt the heat rushing into her cheeks. "Ah...I..."
"He has needs that only you can meet. Will you help us? Help him?"
"You want me to sleep with him?"
Erica grimaced and shook her head. "No. Not really. I don't want anyone else sleeping with him. He's mine!" She sighed. "But what's the alternative?"
"He can do what Serge will be doing for the next four weeks...use his hands."
She shook her head. "We've both tried that, but it's not enough for him. I've tried until my hands went numb. He comes several times, but he remains rock hard. I'm going to be blunt. He needs some pussy and I can't give him any right now. I know it's a lot to ask, but he and Serge look enough alike that sleeping with him shouldn't be unpleasant for you. Granted he's not as big as Serge, but he's very large and a fantastic lover. I guarantee he'll please you."
She didn't doubt that. "Erica, I know they're both vamps, but they're brothers and—"
"Please. I can't bear to see him in such need. If you refuse, he'll have to spend the next three months or so in agony."
She couldn't deny that the thought of sleeping with Mikhel turned her on, but..."I've never knowingly slept with another woman's man."
"It's not cheating for us, Derri. It's part of who they are...and once we ingest enough of their blood, it's part of who we are. It's perfectly acceptable for you to sleep with Mikhel."
She wet her lips. "Have you two talked about this?"
"Yes and you must know he likes the idea. You're a beautiful woman and he's attracted to you."
Derri blushed at the memory of how passionately he'd kissed her on their first visit to the Pocono mountain cabin several months earlier. She'd known then that he wanted to fuck her and she wanted to be fucked by him.
"Whose idea was it to ask this of me?"
"Mine." Erica sighed. "When I first broached the subject, he wouldn't even discuss it. He said that he wasn't going to consider sleeping with you while I was pregnant." Erica arched a brow. "He has this sense of...vampire honor. He was afraid I would think he wasn't standing behind me while I'm pregnant. But he couldn't be more wrong. I know he loves and adores me. I’m his bloodlust. Nothing can change that. What he needs from you is sex."
"Erica...I can understand how you both must be feeling, but—"
"You won't be sorry, Derri. He'll rock your world." Erica grinned suddenly. "Not to mention thrill your pussy. Serge may be bigger but Mikhel has more experience. He knows how to make love to a woman."
So did Serge—big time. She shivered, just thinking about making love with him.
"So what do you say?"
"I'll have to talk to Serge before I make a decision."
"Oh, he won't have a problem with it. It's our way."
She recalled Serge covering his face with his hands and sliding down the wall of her bedroom, practically in tears on learning she had slept with Aleksei. There was no way she was going to risk hurting him like that again. She shook her head slowly. "Maybe so, but I am not prepared to make a decision like that until after we've discussed it."
Erica nodded. "I understand. Even though they're nearly indestructible physically, when it comes to the women they love, they're very fragile emotionally."
She nodded. Although Serge could be cold and ruthless on occasion, when it came to her, he was easily hurt. "I've hurt him enough with Aleksei."
Erica gave her a curious look. "Don't you feel as if he's hurt you with his Feast of Indulgence?"
"Not anymore. At first, I was hurt and angry and wanted to cut off his cock. But now that we can hear each other's thoughts again, I know how hard he tried to hold it back and how much he regrets hurting me. It wasn't something he could control. And I hate to feel him hurting on my account."
She tilted her head to one side and looked at Erica. "Haven't you come to terms with Mikhel's feast?"
"I've learned to accept it on some level, but...you didn't actually see Serge fucking hordes of other women, did you?"
"No...not really, but sometimes when we make love, I get flashes of it and see him with other women. Not exactly one of my favorite features of our special link."
"Mikhel and I don't have as deep a link as you and Serge." She paused. "Well, actually I don't think that's true. What I mean is although he can sense some of my thoughts, I can't sense any of his, as you do with Serge. But I actually did see him with many of the women he slept with." She sighed softly. "I love him and I need him and can't imagine my life without him, but it...sometimes the memories hurts so much I want to just curl up in a ball and cry."
"Then how can you ask me to sleep with him and add to your burden?"
Erica shook her head. "Your sleeping with him wouldn't be the same. Derri, whether we like it or not, part of the culture of the lives we've chosen involves having our men sleep with at least one other woman and sleeping with at least one other man."
Derri frowned. "And you wouldn't have a problem with my sleeping with Mikhel because you want to sleep with Serge."
Erica blushed. "I know it's awful of me. And honestly, I don't quite understand it, but...Derri...apart from looking so much like Mikhel, Serge is..."
"Hot," she finished when Erica trailed off. "Sex with Serge is so much more than sex. He's...I can't explain how he makes me feel."
"Better than you felt with Aleksei?"
Her cheeks burned, but she didn't look away from the keen look in Erica's eyes. Seeing that look, she knew Erica also wanted to sleep with Aleksei. "Aleksei is...sex with him was awesome, but it was still just sex. It more than satisfied my physical needs, but not my emotional ones. No one can do that except Serge."
"No, but still sex with Aleksei must have been...mind boggling." Erica blushed and averted her gaze. "I'm sorry. If I keep talking like this, you'll begin to think I'm a slut who wants to fuck every handsome vampire in sight."
She shook her head slowly. Erica, like Mikhel, was unaware that Aleksei was the Dumonts half-brother. So Erica had no way of knowing she didn't need to be ashamed of her desire for the handsome, mysterious Aleksei.
"No, I won't," she said quietly.
"It's strange. I think about sex even more now. I just find intercourse too uncomfortable. But man, do I miss making love with Mikhel."
"I'll talk to Serge and let you know."
* * * * *
MARK LEWIS STOOD AT his office window. Although he stared down onto the street, watching the passing people, his thoughts centered around a slender but shapely young woman with long, dark hair and vivid blue eyes. Thoughts of how much he wanted her left him feeling like a lecherous, dirty old man. For months now he had tried to deny his feelings for her. There were so many reasons why he should. She looked barely legal. He was staring sixty in the face. She didn't want a real relationship with him. He wanted to marry her and jealously guard her from other men's attentions. He had never shared his women, yet he was just one of many men she slept with for a living. Not exactly the kind of woman he could take home to meet his son, Jim. Nevertheless, he had to face the fact that he was in love with a high-class prostitute who yanked his chain whenever it suited her.
He wasn't quite sure why he allowed it. There were dozens of high-class prostitutes whose services he could procure without risking his heart or self-respect. Without quite knowing how he knew, he felt confident no other working girl could measure up to her. There was a sense of power and willfulness surrounding her that excited and titillated him. Although he was used to being in control in every aspect of his life, he readily admitted that when he was with her, she dominated him. What was more, he'd loved it—until he fell for her.
Now that he had, he was between a rock and a hard place. He would be in that uncomfortable position until he took a stand. Which he planned to do that night. Despite his resolve, he felt his cock hardening as he thought of the evening ahead. After the death of his wife of twenty-two years, four years earlier, he had nearly become impotent. Then one of his friends had told him about Katie and convinced him to see her. He had fallen under the spell of her sensual charm within minutes of meeting her.
Their first time together had been rather embarrassing. She had made him feel a level of lust and sexual satisfaction he had never imagined possible. He only needed to think about her slender, beautiful body before his cock started leaking pre-come. And when he had first slipped into her incredibly tight and hot pussy, he'd lost control and come in her almost immediately. Instead of being annoyed, she'd laughed softly and told him he'd just paid her pussy the ultimate compliment.
She'd continued to talk dirty to him, kissing and caressing him, until to his surprise, his cock had begun to harden again. Then she'd taken over and fucked him until he was exhausted and weary, but happier than he'd been in years. How could he give that up?
How can you go on like this? Another voice demanded.