Kiss Me Book 1 (6 page)

“
Carrie! Please! It will
make me feel better, make me feel like something’s not wrong with
me.”

Turning and leaning a hip
against the low dresser, a slow smile curved on Carrie’s mouth.
“Fine. Let’s just say men aren’t the only people on my list,” she
said slyly.

It took a minute before
what she was saying finally struck Amy. “Carrie. You mean you . .
.?” She couldn’t even finish the statement.

“
Yes, Amy, I fuck women as
well. And you want to know what. I sometimes do several men and
women at the same time.”

The only thing she could
do was stare at her sister, wide eyed. They’d been close, but she
was quickly wondering if there was a line that should never have
been crossed.

“
Don’t knock it till you
try it, sister dear. There is just something about the way a soft
pussy and a set of . . .”

“
OKAY! OKAY!” Amy
practically shouted holding her hands up for her sister to
stop.

Carrie doubled over and
when she finally stood back up she was laughing so hard tears were
rolling down her cheeks.

“
What do you find so
funny?” Amy asked, affronted that her sister was laughing at
her.

“
You. Honey, lighten up.
I’m just playing with you.”

“
You mean you don’t sleep
with women.”

Carrie lifted a shoulder.
“Every once in a great while I have a threesome with one of the
guys I’m seeing, but it’s been a long time since it’s happened.
It’s fun and exciting, but honestly I prefer a nice thick
cock.”

Amy couldn’t help give
sigh of relief. “You had me scared. I was afraid I was going to
have to sign you up for a twelve-step program or
something.

“
Nah. But I was being
serious. Not everyone is Robert. They aren’t all set out to hurt
you. Did it ever cross your mind that Christian might actually like
being with you?”

“
After one
night?”

“
Something tells me that,
that one night was more epic than any night you’ve ever
had.”

She wasn’t far from off
about that.

“
Anyhow, I need to get
going, the husband is going to be in tonight, need to make sure the
house is guy-free.”

Amy laughed. “Sure. Thanks
Care.”

Carrie folded her baby
sister into her arms and kissed her temple. “You’re going to make
it through this divorce with Robert. You’re lost right now. Let
Christian help you find your way.”

Tears filled Amy’s eyes at
her sister’s words, but she didn’t allow them to fall.

After Carrie was gone, Amy
grabbed her laptop and went into her office to go over some designs
for a few clients. A few hours and a bottle of wine later she was
picking up her phone and sending a text. She knew better, but her
head was warm with wine and she was feeling more than a little
bold.

Hi

Okay so maybe she wasn’t
feeling a bold as she thought as her thumb hovered over the screen.
She tapped the delete button and chewed on her bottom lip as she
retyped the message.

What are you
wearing?

She let out a groan and
erased the text once more. Finally she typed one more
message.

Hey, what’s going
on?

“
There, totally
noncommittal,” she said as she hit send.

She put the phone down and
went back to work. She drank a couple more glasses of wine and
picked up her phone to check and make sure she hadn’t left it on
silent. Nope. The ringer was up as loud as it could go.

“
It’s just one message.
Stop, he’s not ignoring you,” she chided herself.

She put her phone down and
went to grab another bottle of wine before returning to her list of
clients and their demands. As the hours wilted away, she became so
engrossed in her work and her wine that she actually forgot about
Christian.

Around one o’clock she
decided to call it a night. Her head was already feeling a little
light. Stretching her arms high above her head, she stretched her
aching muscles. She rolled her neck from side to side, trying to
work the kinks out from having sit in the same position for so
long. She’d just switched off her desk lamp when her phone chirped,
nearly scaring her out of her skin.

“
Jeesh, get a hold of
yourself,” she muttered as she grabbed her phone from the desk. The
screen lit up the room. Amy’s heart did a little dance when she saw
the blinking message from Christian. Maybe he wasn’t ignoring her,
or what if he was with someone else and couldn’t get to the phone.
What if someone else had been cuffed to his bed?

“
You’re being paranoid,”
she scolded herself.

She looked at the screen
again and chuckled at the name he’d entered for himself under
contacts.

Sexy Artist:
Hey!

She frowned, but
considered the amount of wine she’d had.

Me: Seriously?!

The phone chirped almost
immediately.

Sexy artist:
What?!

She looked at the first
time she’d texted him and realized it had been over seven hours
since she’d texted.

Me: I txt you seven hours
ago and all I get back is hey?!

Sexy Artist: I was
sleeping. Y, ya miss me? ;)

She rolled her
eyes.

Me: Nope.

Sexy Artist:
Liar!

Me: Haven’t talked to you
in a while.

Sexy Artist: You DO miss
me!

Me: You really need to get
over yourself.

Sexy Artist: I’d let you
get over me, better yet, under me!

Amy’s cheeks flushed and
heat spread through her body. Her thumbs hovered over her screen as
she toyed with the idea of dirty talk via text message. A slow
smile tugged at her lips as she typed two simple words.

Me: Oh yeah?

Like the others, it didn’t
take long for a reply.

Sexy Artist: OHHH YEAH! I
can’t stop thinking about the way your pussy felt around my dick
while I was buried inside you.

Amy’s nipples tightened
and her temperature began to rise. Her mouth parted, and she licked
her dry lips. She was about to respond when another message chimed
through.

Sexy Artist: What are you
wearing?

Me: cliché
much?

Sexy Artist: What. Are.
You. Wearing!!!

She looked down because,
honestly, she’d forgotten what she’d put on.

Me: yoga pants and a tank
top.

Sexy Artist:
panties?

Me: Nope.

Sexy Artist: Mmm. I wanna
lick that pussy again. You tasted so good.

The dull ache between her
thighs turned into a full on throb. She sat back down in her chair
because her legs had turned to jelly. She blew out a breath,
feeling a little bolder.

Me: I liked the way your
tongue felt inside my pussy but do you know what I loved
more?

Sexy Artist: ?

Me: The taste of your cock
as you fucked my throat!

Sexy Artist: Fuck, Amy.
I’m so hard!

She continued.

Me: Mmm, do you know what
I want you to do to me?! I want you to tie me up again and fuck me
so hard I can’t walk for days. I want to feel that huge cock
pounding my pussy until I scream.

The alcohol was making her
braver than she’d ever been. She’d never even talked in such a
manner with her husband. It was nerve-wracking while at the same
time—she was learning—a giant orgasmic turn on. There was a couple
minutes’ pause before he messaged back.

Sexy Artist: I’m going to
fuck that cunt with my tongue as you sit that sweet pussy on my
face.

Moisture seemed to explode
from her, soaking her yoga pants. Her inner walls were clenching,
trying to find relief from the insane amount of desire that was
beginning to pour through her. If he kept talking to her like, that
all she would have to do is cross her legs and she would
come.

Me: I’m so wet.

Even as she typed it out,
she moaned softly. She was turned on more than she’d ever thought
possible.

Sexy Artist: Get. Here.
NOW!!!!!!!

She frowned.

Me: I can’t. Two bottles
of wine.

Sexy Artist: Take a cab.
My bike is in the shop!

He rode a motorcycle. Holy
balls, was there anything else hotter about him that she was
missing? The little whispering angel that appeared on her shoulder
began to tsk at her. She shouldn’t be going to see him. Christian
was bad news. He was hiding something from her. All he really
wanted was sex. It wasn’t good on her fragile ego because as soon
as it was over, she knew—even though she denied it—she would be
crushed. There were probably at least three dozen reasons why she
should just say goodnight and not even go down that road
again.

The little devil on her
shoulder appeared. He’s hot. He can fuck like a jackhammer pounding
at miles of asphalt. He has made you come more times in one night
than you did the entire time you were with Robert.

Her phone chirped and
vibrated in her hand.

Sexy Artist:
Hello?

Sexy Artist: You
there?

Me: Be there in
fifteen.

She searched for a
twenty-four hour cab company and quickly called. As luck would have
it, there was one already in the neighborhood and it would be there
in five minutes, giving her no time to change or
anything.

“
Oh well,” she said as she
slipped on her shoes and made her way to the front porch. The fresh
air felt good as the balmy breeze touched her sweat-dampened body.
Her nipples were straining against her shirt. She hadn’t even
bothered putting on a bra. Thankfully the driver was a
woman.

Amy slipped into the back
seat and spouted the address. As she rode in silence she tapped her
fingers nervously on her lap. Thankfully she was already a good way
to getting drunk or she would have talked herself out of the late
night booty call.

Ten minutes later the cab
pulled to a stop in front of the warehouse.

“
Are you sure about this,
sweetie? It looks kind of dangerous,” the cab driver said as she
looked out the window at the dark and imposing building.

Amy chuckled, touched by
the woman’s concern. “Yeah, it’s actually an art gallery. My friend
lives in the back.”

“
Okay then.”

Amy paid the fare and
quickly made her way to the front door. No sooner had she stepped
through the entrance than a pair of hands shot out of the shadows
and pulled her roughly back. Her back landed against the hard wall
of Christian’s chest, and she could feel his hot breath on her ear.
That wasn’t the only thing she could feel. His proud erection was
pressing urgently against her ass.

“
Anxious to see me?” she
purred.

Christian’s hands snaked
up through her hair as he pulled her head sharply back. He crushed
his mouth to hers and she moaned. His hand slipped down the front
of her pants and into her slickness.

“
Fuck, you’re so wet,” he
said against her mouth.

“
I told you,” she said as
she began to roll her hips against his hand.

“
I want to make you come
right now. I want to hear you scream,” he growled as he released
her and spun her around. He made quick work of her clothes, nearly
tearing them from her body in haste. She didn’t care because her
hands roamed over his naked body hungrily.

He pushed her against the
wall and squatted down in front of her. Before she could register
what was happening, he was lifting her from the floor, draping her
legs over her shoulders. She was about to protest, but her ability
to speak quickly vanished as his face became buried within the
walls of her pussy. She clutched around her and found a pipe
overhead, so she clung to it with one hand as she twined the
fingers of her other hand tightly into his hair, pushing his face
deeper into her slit.

Her moans of pleasure
quickly dissolved into screams that echoed off the gallery walls.
Deeper and deeper he went as he slid his tongue into her slit, then
ran it up and circled her clit. His hands held tightly onto her
thighs, locking her into position.

She was breathing so
heavily she was sure she was going to pass out from lack of
oxygen—or from the sheer pleasure of it all.

“
Oh fuck, Christian,” she
said as her body began to tremble uncontrollably. “Arrghhhh!” A
wild scream tore from her body as she exploded. Her thighs
tightened around his head and she seriously hoped she didn’t
suffocate him as she came. That would be one hell of a story to
explain to the cops.

Slowly he released her,
and she slid down the front of his body. Her juices covered his
face and dripped off his chin.

“
Shit . . . I’m sorry,” she
muttered looking away. She was thankful for the darkness because it
hid the raging embarrassment she had burning through
her.