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Alone with Sloan, Heather quickly became anxious. Her
palms started to sweat as she felt the heat fire up between her legs.

His eyes were seductive, and motions smooth as he poured
her another drink.

Dizzy from the alcohol, she placed her hand over the
glass, refusing any more. His smile was intoxicating enough.

“Let me get you home,” he said.

Heather was thankful for the bottle of water waiting in
the car. She gave the driver directions to her apartment, and then leaned back
onto the leather seat. Sloan’s hands were aggressive, gripping her around the
waist, pulling her close to him.

His lips barely brushed against hers, his eyes were dark
and seductive. She leaned in, wanting him to kiss her, but he pulled away. His
lips curled into a smile as he enjoyed toying with her.

Heather pulled back, sensing he was playing with her.
Sloan gripped her behind the neck and pulled her back in, this time pushing his
lips against hers. His tongue slid across her lips, parting them so he could
invade her mouth. She let out a soft moan as his hand slid between her legs,
pushing her skirt up to her hips.

He grabbed her hand, placed it firmly on his erection. She
rubbed him over his slacks, feeling the large cock that hid behind the designer
material.

His mouth let go of hers without warning, and then
traveled down her neck. His tongue slid into her dress and under her bra,
teasing her tight nipple with quick strokes.

Heather noticed the driver looking in his rearview mirror
at them. Her left breast was exposed as Sloan’s tongue massaged her nipple, and
her legs spread wide open while he rubbed her pussy through the lacey panties.
She released her grip on his cock, pulled away from him to adjust her dress,
and then stared directly at the man in the mirror.

Sloan chuckled.

“You don’t like an audience?” he asked.

“No,” she said.

It was amazing to her how easily he got her caught up in
the moment. She knew it wasn’t just the alcohol, because he had done the same
thing at the restaurant earlier.

Her thoughts drifted to the couple outside her window. The
woman let the man fuck her under the dim streetlight, not caring who saw.
Heather finally understood how that could happen. She would have never
understood it before she met Sloan.

“We’re here,” the driver announced as he pulled up in
front of her apartment building.

Sloan opened the door, slid out, and then extended his
hand to help Heather from the car.

“I’ll walk you up,” he said sternly.

Heather didn’t refuse. A part of her wanted him to pull
her back into that moment of ecstasy.

Sloan followed her up the stairs to her apartment. At her
door, she unlocked it, and then turned to him.

“Thank you,” she said.

He gripped her waist, pulled her close, and then let his
lips gently brush against hers. He was so aggressive, and then so gentle; the
mixed sensations were both teasing and pleasurable. She couldn’t resist him.

“Do you want me to come in?” he asked softly.

His lips tickled hers as he spoke. She wanted to lean in
to kiss him, but she was afraid he would pull back and tease her again. She
nodded.

He released his grip, and then stepped back. Heather
opened the door, let him follow her inside, and then shut the door.

Sloan’s eyes never left hers. He didn’t look at her
apartment, or towards the window where kids were outside laughing. It was
intimidating; it was intoxicating.

“You really should take off that dress,” he said, his
voice dripping like honey from his lips.

Heather stared into his eyes. Her heartbeat increased, and
she felt the anxiousness work up inside of her stronger than before.

“What?” she said softly.

“If you want me to fuck you, you really should remove that
dress,” he said.

Heather slid the dress off her shoulders, and then let it
hit the ground.

“Very nice, but you need to remove the rest,” he said.

Heather felt her pussy start to twitch and her nipples
tighten as she reached behind her to unlatch her bra. She let it hit the floor.
Sloan still stared into her eyes, not moving them to take in her exposed
breasts.

She slid her panties from her body, stepping out of them
carefully not to open her legs too much. He still stared into her eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and let them
slide down around his body. As he lifted his arms to remove his shirt, Heather
took a quick peek at his erection. It was long and thick, much larger than
Caleb’s.

“You like my cock?” he asked, catching her looking.

“I do,” she said.

Sloan moved towards her, his eyes drifting towards her
breasts. His hands cupped them, and then his mouth lowered, kissing them softly.

“Turn around,” he whispered.

Heather turned around. She felt Sloan’s hand on her lower
back as he pushed her forward. Her hands clenched on to the back of the couch
and her eyes closed tightly.

“Open your legs,” he said softly.

Heather moved her legs open. She felt his eyes on her
pussy as it spread in front of him. His breathing became heavier, but he didn’t
speak.

She felt his hard cock press up against her ass cheek as
his mouth lowered onto her back. His tongue traced her spine, and then followed
the crack to her pussy.

His tongue worked in quick, precise movements. Her clit
was teased with short flicks, and then sucked up tightly before it was released.
She felt his tongue push her pussy apart, and then plunge into it, fucking her
like a small cock. Her body absorbed all the pleasure it could and then started
to tighten.

“Let it go,” he whispered, his tongue slapping against her
pussy.

The release came; her body felt warm as it began to
pulsate with steady motions. Her instinct was to tense up again, to hold it
back.

“Let it go…,” he whispered, shoving his finger deep inside
of her pussy.

He rubbed it against the front wall of her vagina, causing
her to throb uncontrollably.

“That’s it baby doll, let me have it,” he said softly as
she let out a loud moan and pushed her orgasm out onto his hand.

Before her body could relax, he replaced his finger with
his cock. Her hips spread apart as he entered her. He showed no mercy as he
fucked her hard and fast. His hand reached around, rubbing her clit, tormenting
her with pleasure.

His mouth pressed against her back, biting at the skin
around her shoulders. His free hand gripped her right breast tightly, pinching
the nipple between his fingers and then tugging.

“You like that hard cock?” he asked.

“Yes,” Heather gasped.

“That tight pussy of yours never seen a cock this big and
hard, has it?” he asked.

“No…,” Heather cried out as he pushed harder into her.

“Cum for me baby doll,” he ordered, working his hand more
vigorously around her swollen clit.

His hand left her breast, offering some relief to her sore
nipple. She felt him pull back, and his strokes became slower and longer. His
finger traced the soft flesh between her ass cheeks as he fucked her.

“I wish you could see this,” he whispered.

He reached for her phone on the coffee table, and she
heard it turn on.

“What are you doing?” she asked, feeling anxious about her
phone in his possession.

“I’m filming this so you can see how fucking delicious it
is,” he said.

Heather felt her anxiousness turn into excitement at the
thought of Sloan filming himself fucking her. He thrust into her hard and fast
again, and then held the phone in front of her face before hitting play.

The image on the screen of his large cock spreading her
tight pussy apart made her let out a moan.

“That’s right baby doll, cum for me,” He whispered.

“You like watching me fuck that pussy?” he asked.

“Yes,” Heather gasped, and then let her body flood with
electricity without trying to stop it.

Her pussy clenched against his cock, squeezing it tightly
and then releasing. The pulsating sensation sent him into his own orgasm as he
let out a loud groan and pushed hard into her.

The hot cum dripping from between her legs when he pulled
out tickled as it neared her knee. Sloan disappeared into the bathroom, leaving
her bent over the couch helpless as their juices flowed from her.

She couldn’t see him when he returned, but felt the towel
slide between her, cleaning up the mess that was left behind.

“One hell of a woman…,” he whispered, and then leaned over
to kiss the back of her neck.

Heather’s legs were like Jell-O as she tried to move.
Sloan helped her to the couch, gently laying her down with a cushion behind her
head.

“That fucking body baby doll, it’s powerful,” he said with
a smile.

Heather watched as he quickly got dressed, and then
offered her wink before heading out the front door. She knew she should lock
it, but she couldn’t get up. She had her first full-blown orgasm finally, and
she was lucky enough to have it happen twice, something the girls at college
said rarely happened to them.

Her phone was still in her hand when it beeped.

Jacob: You make it home safely?

Heather: Yes. On the couch…

Jacob: Good, the door locked???

Heather: Yes
J

The door opened, and Jacob stood there in her door way.
His eyes widened as he noticed her lying naked on the couch.

She thought he would turn away once he noticed her
vulnerability, but his eyes were glued on her like a deer in headlights.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Heather closed her legs, removing her pussy from his view,
and quickly grabbed at the pillows to cover her.

“I was just checking on you. I was afraid you wouldn’t
lock the door….” he said as he turned away.

“I guess I should have been afraid of you fucking that
lunatic,” he added.

“Jacob…,” Heather yelled out as he backed towards the
door.

She jumped up, not worried about covering herself anymore
and grabbed his arm before he could make it out of her apartment.

He turned, gripped her tightly in his arms, and pressed
his lips against hers. She melted in his kiss, feeling her body go limp, her
eyes closed, and she kissed him back. It was passionate, but gentle. Intimate, and
not like Sloan’s invasive kiss.

“I have to go,” he said, pulling away from her. The look
in his eyes as he left her standing there nude was tortured and painful.

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter
Two

Chapter
Three

Chapter
Four

Heather fell against her apartment door, tucking her knees
up against her bare breasts. She could still feel Jacob’s hands on her body,
and taste his lips on hers.

“What have I done?” She whispered to herself.

Heather dragged herself to the bedroom, fell onto the bed
without undressing, and fell asleep thinking about Jacob and Sloan, and what it
all meant.

Sloan hadn’t acted like he was interested in anything but
sex; his touch aggressive and passionate. But, Jacob, his touch was gentle, but
still passionate, and there was real emotion behind that kiss. She knew that.

When her alarm went off, she jumped out of bed, quickly
showering and throwing herself together. She knew Jacob would be there any
minute to get her, at least she hoped he was still coming.

Her phone beeped, she picked it up to see a text from
Jacob.

Jacob: I’m here.

Heather: Be right down…

She was used to him coming in, bringing her coffee and
making morning chatter. This felt cold, him waiting out front like a hired
driver.

Jacob didn’t speak as she got into the car. She fidgeted
with her skirt, and tried to avoid eye contact. The drive to the office was
cold, quiet, and tense.

All day, Jacob seemed to be distant. She wanted to talk
about the kiss, about Sloan, but she was afraid to bring it up.

Jolie entered the office, carrying a box from a fancy
restaurant downtown.

“I brought lunch…” She said, holding the box in the air
for Heather to see as she headed towards Jacob’s office.

Heather looked up only to smile, but didn’t make a move
towards the office. She buried her eyes deep into the file she was working on,
and pretended to be busy.

“I brought lunch, come eat with us.” Jolie said, now
standing at her doorway.

“Oh, that’s sweet, but I’m not hungry.” Heather responded.

“Nonsense, come eat, I want to get to know you better.”
She said.

Heather felt like she was being rude to decline, and after
what she did last night with her fiancée, she felt she owed it to her.

“Ok, something quick.” Heather said with a forced smile.

She followed Jolie into Jacob’s office where she had three
plates of food already placed on the desk.

Heather picked at her food while Jolie talked excessively
about an upcoming modeling opportunity. Jacob seemed disinterested as she
rambled on about the rich old man who was ramping up the fashion show.

“Sloan, now there’s a handsome rich man…” She said, eyeing
Heather.

“I guess…” She said, barely looking up from her plate.

She could feel Jacob’s eyes on her, judging her.

“What? You don’t like him? He seemed to really like you.”
Jolie said.

“He’s not really what I’m looking for.” Heather said,
looking up at Jacob.

His eyes softened. His lips curled into a half-smile, and
she felt the tension release from the room.

Jolie looked at her, and then at Jacob. Heather knew their
tension had been obvious, and the release probably more obvious.

“Jacob tells me you two are going to partner up…” She said,
her voice now a little more stern.

“If she agrees, I would be lucky to have her.” Jacob said.

Heather smiled, her face started to blush, and she tried
to quickly break the eye contact she shared with Jacob.

“I would be honored.” She said, and then turned to Jolie.

“Well, I know you two have a lot of business to tend to. I
have to get ready for the audition.” She said, standing to leave.

Heather looked at her plate. She had barely touched anything.
She chuckled to herself as she realized the woman probably never ate to keep
that stick figure.

“Thanks for lunch.” Heather said, standing to say goodbye.

Jolie opened her arms and pulled Heather in for an
embrace. It was uncomfortable and awkward, but sweet.

She leaned across the desk, placing a small peck on
Jacob’s cheek before she left.

“We have a meeting at two o’clock.” Jacob said.

“Of course.” Heather said, taking the hint that he wanted lunch
to be over.

“I’m sorry.” Heather said, turning to Jacob before she
left his office.

“No, I’m sorry.” Jacob said.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you, I was angry, and you were
naked.” He said.

“You really have grown into a beautiful woman.” He said.

“I wanted to explain…” Heather said.

“There’s nothing to explain. You’re a grown woman, and you
can see who you please. I confused my irritation and anger for something else,
that’s all. It didn’t mean anything.” Jacob said.

Heather forced a smile and left his office. Her heart was
aching at the thought that the kiss meant nothing to him. It sure felt like
something.

She picked up the ringing phone in her office.

“Heather Grier.” She said in her most professional voice.

“Hey baby doll.” Sloan’s voice echoed on the other end of
the phone.

“Hi.” She said softly so Jacob couldn’t hear.

“I would love to see you tonight.” He said.

Heather paused. She thought about what Jacob said, that
the kiss meant nothing. The thought of being the other woman, especially to
Jolie, was not something she wanted, so she figured she might as well drown her
sorrows in Sloan’s lips.

“Sure, what time?” She asked.

“Later, let’s say around nine. I’ll come to you.” He said,
and then hung up.

Heather went back to work on the next pitch for Sloan and
his dad. Her PowerPoint presentation was complete, and she had all the
financials and statistics needed to blow their socks off.

Jacob popped into her office, dropping a file with the
information needed for the two o’clock meeting and noticed her presentation
over her shoulder.

“Is that complete?” He asked.

“Yes, I just finished it.” She said, smiling proudly.

His hand rested on her shoulder, and his eyes fell onto
hers. His touch was so electric. Why did she have to feel this way for him when
he obviously felt nothing for her she wondered?

 “Can you send that to me?” He said, breaking away from
what felt like a moment.

“Sure.” Heather said.

“Look those over, and be ready to leave here by 1:15.” He
said, pointing to the files on her desk.

Heather sent the presentation to his e-mail, and then
studied the files he placed for her on the desk.

She decided to surprise him by creating a short
presentation of her five best pitch ideas for the company. Armed with all the
right answers, all the financials, and the presentation she put together, she
knew they were going to land this account.