Kiss Me Book 1 (5 page)

Amy let loose a scream
like a wild cat as she bucked and pulled against her restraints.
She didn’t go far because Christian held her firmly by the hips,
never relenting on his thrusts.

“
That’s not all from you,”
he puffed out as he grunted and thrust harder and
harder.

He was right, because
before she could catch her breath, another orgasm descended down
upon her with more force than the first. Her heart raced like mad
against her chest. For a millisecond, she wondered if she was going
to have a heart attack. She pulled against the cuffs and felt them
bite into her skin painfully. Being bound kept her from clawing or
lashing out like she needed to. So she just hung on and let
Christian ride her like a stud horse.

Finally, his breaths were
coming out in short jerky spurts. He began to grunt as he pulled
out of her. She felt his warm spew splatter onto her
back.

Moments later she was
vaguely aware of the cuffs being removed from her hands. She
collapsed face first onto the bed and didn’t move. It wasn’t
because she didn’t want to but because she wasn’t sure she had
enough feeling in her body to carry out such tasks as walking, or
even sitting up, for that matter.

She must have begun to
doze off when she felt a warm cloth being drawn over her back,
cleaning away the evidence of their lovemaking. She stretched and
he laughed.

“
Just like a kitten,” he
said as he drew the cloth along her back. “Perhaps I should call
you kitten instead of princess.”

“
I hate when people call me
princess,” she said.

“
Princess it is,” he said
as he landed a firm smack on her backside before getting up from
the bed.

She winced and frowned.
“Bastard,” she muttered into the blanket.

Slowly and with protesting
muscles, she rolled onto her back. Christian was dressed in his
flannel pajamas and standing on the other side of his canvas.
Occasionally he would peek around and look at her, paint brush
crammed between his teeth as he studied her intently before ducking
his head back around.

“
What are you painting,”
she said as she finally slid from the bed, dragging the black satin
sheet with her.

“
Not your concern,” he said
impishly.

“
You’re not going to let me
see?”

“
Most assuredly not,” he
said.

“
Why not?”

“
Because you are going
home.”

Amy looked at him as if
she’d been slapped. The sting of rejection burned in her chest. She
gave him a knowing nod. “So that was how this works?”

He looked around the
canvas at her, eyes wide with confusion. Realization dawned on him.
“Hey, wait. That’s not what this is. Damn, give me a little more
credit.”

She stiffened and tilted
her jaw in defiance. “You said payment for my things, so I assume
that was all this was.”

He smirked. “Oh it was fun
alright, but it was far from what you owe me,” he said as he took a
step closer to her and pulled her against him. He then scooped her
from her feet and carried her back to bed. “In fact, I think I’ll
take another payment right now.”

She giggled like a college
girl as he dumped her onto the bed and stalked her on all fours
like a giant cat.

They made love again and
fell asleep in each other’s arms. Amy was too tired to think about
the regrets she was going to have in a couple of hours. She was too
tired to think about the fact that she’d just had sex with a near
stranger. The only thing she could think about was the fact that,
for the first time ever, she fell asleep after sex, feeling
completely sated and happy.

When Amy awoke the sun was
filtering through the dirty windows at the top of the wall. Their
warm rays tickled her face as she stretched. Her body protested
lightly as she moved. When her arm went to the side of the bed, she
found it empty. Frowning, she sat up.

Looking around the loft,
she didn’t see Christian anywhere. Then she heard angry voices
coming from below. Slowly creeping from the bed, she stood by the
railing, careful to keep out of sight.

The voices below were
heated. One of them was Christian but she didn’t recognize the
other. She strained as she listened to the conversation. Thankfully
their voices carried well in the open space below.

“
I know it doesn’t look
good, Amal,” Christian said in a harsh whisper.

“
Do you realize if you are
convicted this time you could go to prison for a very long
time?”

“
There’s got to be another
way. Can’t you make this disappear like the last time?”

“
This isn’t like the last
time, Christian.”

“
No, it’s not. Because
unlike last time, I actually like this girl,” Christian
snapped.

“
Well, then, I suggest you
figure something out, because if she finds out about your history
with this shit, she is going to fucking lose it. I mean it
Christian. I can’t promise to get you out of it this time. Your
past has already been throwing up red flags all over the place. You
need to get what you want done figured out before it’s too
late.”

“
I just need time,”
Christian said.

“
Well, brother, time is not
what you’ve got.”

Amy’s heart stopped.
Not like last time.
What
kind of secrets was Christian hiding? What red flags was this man
talking about? And what had he gotten him out of before?

Amy’s mind was spinning in
dozens of directions. Who in the hell had she just slept
with?

Kiss Me Book 2

Amy was pulling up her
jeans when she heard Christian climbing back up the stairs. Her
heart raced wildly. She didn’t want him to know that she’d
overheard anything, so she tried to act as cool and calm as
possible. Unfortunately, acting was not her strong suit.

She was just pulling her
camisole over her head when Christian appeared. “You’re up,” he
said and then frowned, “and dressed. Why are you
dressed?”

“
I—I have to go. I have
clients I need to take care of,” she said stiffly. She made the
mistake of looking at him, and she nearly choked on her tongue. He
was standing in front of her, wearing nothing but what she had
determined had become his trademark paint-stained jeans. These
jeans were faded to almost white with giant holes ripped in the
left thigh and one on the right knee. The top button was unfastened
as if he’d dressed in a hurry. The jeans hung low on his hips,
revealing the deep V cut of his muscles. It was that particular cut
that had always been her weakness. She slowly brought her eyes up,
over the dips and valleys of his muscles and to his neck. His jaw
was covered in just the right amount of stubble—stubble she
remembered all too well scraping against her soft flesh as he
kissed, licked and sucked his way over every inch of her
body.

His sandy blond hair fell,
unbound, to his shoulders. One side was tucked behind his ear as he
stared at her with curious blue eyes. Her insides began to quiver,
and a dull throb began in her jeans. Her body was gearing up for
another round, anything but a good idea.

“
Are you sure about that?”
he asked as he bit his bottom lip and took a step closer to
her.

Amy jumped and held up her
hand, backing away. “N-no. I need to go. I just want to get my
things, and I’ll be on my way.”

He chuckled and shook his
head. “You’ve not paid your debt completely.”

Amy’s face blanched. “What
do you mean?”

“
I mean, I have four pieces
of your art. Thousands of dollars lost because of you ruining my
party. Add that in with the pretty penny I paid for those
treasures. I’d say you’ve only paid about a quarter of your debt to
me.”

Amy’s eyes grew round.
“Are you kidding me? I—I’m not going to be your booty call whenever
the hell you have an itch you can’t scratch.”

He wasn’t at all fazed by
her words; instead, it only seemed to amuse him further. He threw
his head back and laughed loudly, revealing his straight white
teeth.

“
You know what, go screw
yourself,” she snapped as she scooped her shoes off the floor, not
bothering to put them on before walking to the stairs.

“
Do you want these?”
Christian said from behind her.

Amy whirled around and saw
her red lace panties dangling from his finger, his blue eyes
glimmering with mischief.

“
Asshole,” she snapped as
she all but ran down the stairs. As she made her way through the
front of the gallery she could hear his loud laughter following
her.

When she was in the safety
of her car she let out a loud scream and a round of curses that
would make a sailor blush. When she was done she jabbed the key
into the ignition and sped out of the parking lot, gravel spraying
out dangerously behind her.

***

“
Are you seriously laughing
at me right now?” Amy said, glaring at her sister, who was sprawled
out in the middle of Amy’s bed.

Carrie pushed herself up
on her elbows, trying unsuccessfully to get her mirth under
control. She’d been laughing so hard that tears were rolling down
her cheeks. “Aims, what the hell is the big deal? I mean seriously.
Did you not just say it was the best sex you’d ever
had?”

“
Yeah,” she said,
begrudgingly.

“
Did he hurt
you?”

“
Not in any way that I
didn’t want to be,” she said. It was a good thing she and her
sister were so close because if she didn’t have someone to talk to
about the things that had happened last night, Amy was pretty sure
she would have exploded. As it were, she was already humiliated,
thinking that something was horribly wrong with her for wanting to
have those things done to her. Thankfully Carrie had told her it
was actually more common and natural that she thought. She’d even
gone so far as to inspect the bruises and bites on Amy’s
shoulders.

“
He definitely knows what
he’s doing,” she said as she inspected the purpling
marks.

“
Do I even want to know how
you know if he did it correctly?”

Carrie shrugged and
studied her expensive manicure. “I was with a Dom once. It was the
best fucking year of my life.”

Absently, Amy rubbed her
slightly bruised wrists and frowned. “He has my art, Care. How in
the hell am I supposed to deal with that?”

“
Listen, I have a feeling
that Christian is just messing around with you, trying to have fun.
If you push him hard enough and let him know that you’re not
interested, then he’ll give it back.”

Amy grunted. “Somehow I
seriously doubt that.”

“
There is always the option
of doing what he asks,” she said with a sly grin.

Amy looked up and shook
her head. “Are you kidding me? I don’t know who the hell he
is.”

“
And yet that didn’t stop
you from letting him smack your ass and ride you four ways until
Sunday,” Carrie said, arching one of her brows.

Amy flushed at her
sister’s crudeness but knew she had one hell of a valid point. She
opened her mouth to protest but snapped it shut.

“
What about the shady
conversation I overheard with some guy named Amar, hmm? Christian
is hiding something,” she said as she crossed her arms over her
chest.

Carrie slid from the bed
and began to pull on her red pumps. “For shit’s sake, Aims, of
course he is. We all have secrets.”

“
I don’t,” Amy said,
defensively.

Carrie gave a rather
unladylike snort. “You mean to tell me that you would tell one of
your clients that you like being tied up while a beautiful man
spanks your ass raw while humping you like a dirty little
whore.”

Amy’s cheeks flushed
brightly. “Sheesh, Carrie,” she muttered. Even though it was her
sister who had said it, she was getting a rather vivid mental
picture. Christian kneeling behind her, spreading her ass apart
while teasing her slit with the tip of his massive cock. She
swallowed.

Her sister’s chuckle
brought her attention back forward. “What?” she asked
innocently.

“
You were totally just
thinking about banging him again.”

“
I. . . what? No! I was
not,” she protested lamely.

“
I love you, baby sister,
but you’ve got to start opening up and allowing yourself to have
fun. Robert held you back for so long. I have a feeling that if you
truly let yourself go, you’ll find that you’re completely
different.”

Amy let what her sister
said sink in a little bit. Finally she had to admit that what
Carrie had said was right. “Do you?”

“
Do I what?” Carrie leaned
over Amy’s vanity and plucked up a tube of brand new
lipstick.

“
Have a secret?”

Carrie pursed her lips and
smeared the deep purple color along her full mouth before regarding
her sister through her reflection.

“
I don’t know if you can
handle one of my secrets,” she said.