A Case of Defamation Pt. 06

SIXTEEN

Daniel was holding open his apartment door because they didn't have a moment to spare. He'd just buzzed her into the building, and she must have broken every traffic law on the books to get here as fast as she did. They had three minutes before Lunch with Lois started, and she had work to do. The elevator doors were barely open before she squeezed through the widening gap and ran down the hall, breathing hard.

"I ran from the guest parking lot! Why is it so far away?" she panted as she burst through the open door, threw herself into a chair, and opened her computer. "Come on!" she yelled as it started up.

The moment the login screen came up, she started typing, her foot bouncing as she waited on the machine. As she waited, she removed the memory card from the camera, inserted it into the adapter, and plugged it into the computer. As she worked, he checked the television, which was showing a commercial for a feminine hygiene product.

She'd laid the plan out for him as she drove. As soon as she arrived, he was to call the station and try to get in touch with someone from the Lunch with Lois show. She wanted to be able to send the file while he was talking to them. While he worked his way through the bureaucracy, she was going to edit the video down to the juicy parts and email it to the station if they'd agree to run it.

Dan glanced between Shay and the television. "Can't you send it as is?"

"Too big. Not only will it not go, I don't want the punchline to get lost in the noise... and I misrepresented myself," she said as she stared at the screen while she typed and used the trackpad to steer the cursor.

The jaunty intro music for Lunch with Lois was just starting as he dialed. "KDLA, how may I direct your call?" a pleasant female voice said.

"This is Daniel Beckette. I'd like to speak with someone on the Lunch with Lois show, please. It's critically important."

"That show is running live at the moment. I'll have someone return your call."

"No. You don't understand. You're running a segment today about me, Daniel Beckette, and you're about to embarrass yourselves. I'm trying to save you from that."

"I'll have someone from the show call you back, Mr. Beckette."

"Let me speak to your supervisor."

There was a pause. "Hold please."

He covered the microphone with his thumb. "How's it coming?"

"Loading the video now. I need five minutes to cut out all the extra stuff and save it."

"This is Paul Jenson, Station Manager. Who is this please?"

"Mr. Jenson, this is Daniel Beckette. You're doing a hit piece on me today on the Lunch with Lois show. I have evidence that what Lindsey Rohmer is accusing me of is completely false."

"I see, Mr. Beckette. What, exactly, is your evidence?"

The manager was humoring him, and Dan imagined the man was smiling, but Dan was about to wipe that smile right off his face. "A video of Ms. Rohmer admitting she was paid to set me up, that she doesn't know me, and has never met me. Would you be interested in that?"

There was a long pause, and this time Dan was the one who was smiling. "You have a video of Ms. Rohmer admitting that?" Paul asked.

Dan's smile grew. "I do."

"Where did you get it?"

"You didn't think I was going to take this lying down did you? I did some checking and when an associate of mine confronted her, she admitted that it was an attempt to extort me for money."

"Can I get a copy of the video?"

"Depends. What are you going to do with it?"

"First I'll have to validate that it's authentic."

"Oh, so now you're concerned with journalistic integrity?" Dan asked, his tone biting. "It's authentic. After that?"

"What do you want me to do with it?"

"If you run that hit piece from Lindsey, I want the video aired in the same program."

"I don't---"

"Fine. I'll give it to one of your competitors and I'll sue you for slander as I'm telling you now, before the segment airs, that I have incontrovertible proof that my accuser, Lindsey Rohmer, is admitting in her own words that she lied, and you ran the interview anyway. I can positively prove harm from this event, there is someone here that will verify the time and the fact we're having this conversation, and if you run her interview without running the video I'm offering you, when I'm done with you, I'll own that damned station. Your call."

"The show is airing now. I don't know if I can---"

"You've got an hour to figure it out."

There was another long pause. "How soon can you get me the video?"

He looked at Shay with a questioning look. She held up one finger as a progress bar crept across the screen. "I can email it to you right now."

"Send it to my personal email," the manager said, giving Dan his email address. Dan scribbled it down and repeated it back. "If this is real, I'll either pull the video or run yours directly behind it," Paul said.

"Watch your inbox. It'll be there in a minute or two," Dan said, but then paused. "I could have used this to embarrass you, but I'm giving you a chance to make it right. Do the right thing."

"Thank you, Mr. Beckette."

Dan hung up and handed Shay the email address. She typed a moment, clicked send, and then sat back with a sigh. "That's cutting it close!"

"Maybe, but you did it."

"Not yet I didn't. Let's see if they run the piece. I cut all the setup and left just the part where she admitted it was all a scam."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure," she replied. "You want to see the whole thing, or just the part I sent them?"

"Show me the whole thing. You can tell me where you started and stopped the video."

"She said this happened on May eighteenth, at the center on Lawndale. That's a Thursday. Were you at the fitness center around three?" she asked as she cued up the full video.

He shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe. I don't have a fixed schedule when I drop in." He picked up his phone and scrolled through it. "I didn't have anything on my calendar for that time, so yeah, I could have been I suppose."

"Shit..." she murmured. "I was hoping you'd say you were somewhere else."

He shrugged again. "I might have been. That was three months ago, and I don't remember."

"Ready?" she asked as she hovered the cursor over the play button.

"Yeah. Go ahead."

He turned the television down to a murmur and watched the video. Like the video of Gail, the quality wasn't great, but it was good enough that anyone watching could clearly tell the woman was Lindsey, and the two women's voices were loud and clear. He watched it all the way through.

"Squarepeg?" he growled when the video ended. "Did you say Squarepeg and selectcasting. com?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Son-of-a-bitch!" he snarled before turning away in disgust. "That rat bastard!"

"What about Squarepeg?"

"I'd bet good money that Squarepeg is owned by Neil Mitchell. He was my business partner."

"What? You have a business partner?"

"Not anymore."

She stared at him. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I didn't---it's on," he said, picking up the television remote and turning up the volume.

They watched in silence as Lindsey spouted her bullshit in a prerecorded interview. He'd give Lindsey this, she was convincing because she had the tears and everything, but the more she talked, the tighter he clinched his jaws. When the interview was over, the show cut back to Lois, the host, in the studio.

That was an interview I conducted yesterday with Lindsey Rohmer, the woman accusing fitness expert Daniel Beckette of sexual harassment, Lois said. Since that interview, we have received shocking hidden camera footage that calls into question Ms. Rohmer's claims.

The screen cut to Lindsey. I lied, okay! Some guy paid me five grand to say Daniel Beckette groped me. That's all I know!

The camera cut back to Lois, sitting stiff and formal, looking like she'd just bit into something sour. We'll be right back. He switched off the television as a commercial for a floor cleaner began. He'd give it an hour before his phone started ringing.

"What?" he asked as Shay glared at him.

"You didn't think telling me you had a business partner was a good idea?"

"I didn't think about it." She rolled her eyes, silently accusing him of being an idiot. "What?"

"I asked you if you knew of anyone with a grudge."

"Yeah, so?"

"Business partner?"

"Ex-business partner."

"Even more so!"

"Why? I bought him out and we parted as friends. Or I thought we had."

"What happened?"

"Nothing, really. I wanted to expand into gyms and he wanted to focus on the website. He thought the gyms were going to be a money sink, we'd get overextended, and then we'd either lose everything or have to bring in additional partners. He couldn't stop me, but we couldn't agree, and I got tired of arguing with him about it, so I went to the bank, took out another loan using the equity we'd built in the business, and bought him out. He got a good deal in the buyout. We had the company valued by an independent auditor, and I paid twenty-five percent more than the book value for his part of the company to account for future growth. My accountant said I over paid."

"When was this?"

"Three, four years ago."

"So you two parted on good terms?"

"Like I said, I thought we had. He was always interested in the website above everything else. He invested twenty percent to help me launch the site and then ran the business in the beginning while I focused on promotion. He took the money from the buyout and invested it in a new company. I can't remember if he told me the name, but Squarepeg sounds like a name he'd use because he always said something about a square peg fitting in a round hole when we argued over the direction of the company. I haven't spoken to him in a while, but I assume he's doing okay. Last I heard he was running selectcasting. com. It's an online system for matching actors to movie and television roles."

She continued to glare at him for a moment but then softened. "Yeah, okay. You should have told me, but I guess I can see why you didn't, if you really parted on good terms."

"I thought we had, I swear to God. I have no idea why he might be doing this, but I'm going to find out," he growled as he picked up his phone from the table.

She rose with him before placing her hand on his. "Wait. Don't do that. He'll deny it, you know he will, and say the woman is setting him up. His name wasn't mentioned in the video I sent to the station, so let's not tip our hand. Maybe he won't realize we're onto him. Let me see if I can find some proof linking him to the rumors."

"You said that was a dead end."

"That was before I had a name."

He nodded. "Okay. This is your game, not mine... but let me say, you're simply amazing. Four hours! From nothing to case closed in four hours!"

"Not case closed. We still have to do something to discredit the rumors. That video is going to put a major dent in them, but she wasn't the one spreading them so there's still going to be questions. I want to burn this asshole to the ground."

"No argument from me. What's the next step?"

"I don't know. Let me think."

"I know what I want the next step to be," he murmured.

"What?" she asked, her tone suggesting she was only partially listening to him.

He pulled her into his arms. "I believe we have some unfinished business," he rumbled.

Her attention instantly snapped from the best way to burn that asshole Neil Mitchell to Dan. She held his gaze a moment but didn't try to pull away. "I seem to recall that as well," she murmured before he took her lips in a long, slow kiss, their tongues dancing as he pulled her tighter to his chest.

"We shouldn't do this. You're still my client," she whispered as the kiss dissolved.

His lips, only millimeters from hers, twitched into a teasing smile. "Then you're fired."

"Oh, thank God," she breathed before covering his mouth with hers.

The kiss was electrifying in its intensity. He crouched slightly and picked her up, bringing her lips even with his own. She felt impossibly light and fragile, but as she surrounded him with her arms and legs, her embrace was strong. He left her lips, kissing along her jaw and down to her neck. She leaned back into his hands, holding his neck as her head tilted back to give him better access. His lips continued lower to kiss down the opening in her blouse.

"Oh, God, I want you," she murmured as she drew herself tight to his chest to take his lips. He needed no more encouragement, and as the kiss dissolved, he turned toward his bedroom. "Wait! Wait!" she cried. He felt a crushing disappointment, but before he could react, she continued. "Phones! Turn off the fucking phones!"

He stopped his nuzzling long enough to pick up his phone and silence the ringer before he tossed it onto the side table beside her computer. He started to put her down so she could do the same to her own device, but she tightened her grip, so still holding her tight, he bent, lowering her to the couch, his lips and tongue busy as she franticly fished in her purse to find her phone. When she had it, he straightened, enjoying the feel of her against him and the tightness of her embrace as he tasted the valley of her breasts.

When he heard the soft thump of her phone landing on the couch, he turned and started for his bedroom a second time, reluctantly leaving her breasts as he lowered her slightly so he could see where he was going. She was completely confident in his arms, holding him in an almost loving embrace with one arm around his neck, while the fingers of her other hand tangled in his hair as she rested her head against his. He tried to remember the last time he wanted a woman as badly as he wanted her... and failed.

When he reached his bed, he knee-walked to the center of it before gently lowering her. She seemed as reluctant to let him go as he was to release her, so he settled lightly over her while kissing her lips. It wasn't even one in the afternoon, and he smiled at the thought of making love to her repeatedly throughout the day, the evening, and long into the night.

He pulled back from the kiss with a soft release of breath before holding her gaze as he swam in the infinite depths of her eyes. She had such lovely eyes, perhaps the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, with visible patterns that might be the eddies of her soul.

"What?" she whispered.

He couldn't stop his smile. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are."

She smiled in return. "You don't have to keep trying to seduce me. You're going to get some."

He brushed her lips, feather light, with his own. "I'm not trying to seduce you." Her smile flickered as her face softened. He kissed her again, very gently. He was sure now. "You have the most beautiful eyes of any woman I've ever met."

Her face softened further as her eyes became shiny. She held his gaze, and as her mouth opened slightly in invitation, he took her lips again. She seemed to love being in his arms, her intensity rising to match him, then going beyond, before his own desire rose to match, then exceed hers.

"Fuck!" she hissed as he devoured her neck and throat, her fingers digging into his back.

He needed to slow down. He wanted to draw this out, to enjoy her as long as possible, but he was awash in desire. He began unbuttoning her blouse as her fingers worked his belt. They rolled and tumbled as they undressed each other, taking longer than necessary because they couldn't pull their lips from each other for more than a few seconds at a time.

The last of their coverings finally removed, she shoved him hard onto his back before she took his manhood into her mouth. Shay was surprisingly strong for her size, but she was no match for Dan. Seizing her ankle, he hauled her around before lifting her hips over his face as his cock disappeared into her warm, soft mouth.

She was ready. He lapped at her nectar, his tongue delving deep into her secret places as he licked and teased with lips and tongue. He'd been with many women who were skilled in the art of pleasing a man, but Shay was a match for any of them.

Her soft grunts and moans of pleasure, the slow thrusting of her hips, and her skilled lips and tongue combined to push him inexorably toward his release. She plunged down his shaft again, taking all of him as her fingers tickled his balls. He was starting to grunt, moan, and slowly thrust his hips as he battled his rising tide of pleasure.

"Fuck!" she gasped as she pulled back. "You're going to make me come."

Straining to hold against his ever-increasing need, he redoubled his efforts, his tongue flashing and darting, slithering and probing, his lips tugging gently at the petals of her flower as she swiftly stroked his shaft while caressing the head with her lips and tongue.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck!" she chanted softly before thrusting hard and grinding her pussy into his face on her last, strained word.

He didn't let up, pinching softly at her clit with his lips as she squirmed and thrust before licking her with a hard, slow swipe with the flat of his tongue.

"Ah... shit! Fuck... fuck... fuck, fuck... fuck!" she gasped as she lunged again.

Now that she was no longer torturing him with pleasure, he delighted in the pleasure he was giving her as he continued to batter her with his tongue. He was pretty sure she'd just come again, and he was going for the trifecta, but she suddenly relaxed, settling over him with the sexiest growling giggle he'd ever heard. Realizing she was finished, at least for the moment, he slowly reduced the intensity of his kisses.

As he began kissing the inside of her thighs, she took a deep cleansing breath before giggling again, a soft bedroom twitter that made him ache for her. She slowly crawled off him, turned, and draped herself over his chest as she kissed him like he'd rarely been kissed before. The kiss was slow, deep, and pushed his desire for her to new heights. She slowly pulled back and smiled at him in a way that cut him to his core. Never had a woman turned him on more.

"That... was fucking amazing," she sighed. "I've never been eaten like that before."

"Pussy... it's all natural and organic."

She burst into laughter before kissing him again, this one full of lust and promises. He might have rocked her back on her heels, but she was recovering fast and coming back at him. He could tell from the sparkle in her eyes, and the set of her face, that she was relishing the challenge of matching him.

He tumbled her from his chest to her back. He was reaching for the bedside stand when she took his face and forced him to look at her. "Are you clean?"

"What?"

"Are you clean? Do I have anything to worry about?"

"No, I mean, yes, I'm clean, but..."

"I trust you," she said, holding his gaze in addition to his chin. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"I'm on the pill, and I'm clean. I want you. I want to feel you come inside me." He hesitated, and when he looked at the bedside stand again, she forcefully pulled his gaze back to hers. "I trust you. Trust me."

He did trust her. He smiled at her as he adjusted his position slightly and then slowly slid deep into her. It was so easy, so natural, it was as if they'd been fucking for years. He'd always been careful, and Brooke was the only woman he'd ever fucked unsheathed... until now. He wrapped Shay in his arms, supporting his weight on his elbows while holding her tight as he gradually sank into her depths. Fully inside her, he paused a moment before slowly pulling back, pausing with the tip of his rod just inside her flower, and then quickly plunging into her. She was amazingly tight, her pussy firmly caressing his cock with each cycle. Her fingers biting into his back, her soft gasp each time he drove into her, the look of pleasure on her face, and the feel of her body beneath him, was causing his rapture to build faster than he could control it. He pushed himself in as deep as he could and held himself there as he buried his face in her shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel good," she murmured.

After a moments pause, she kicked at his ass with her heels to start him moving again. He began lunging into her again, harder and faster this time.

"You're so fucking tight," he snarled.

"And you're so fucking big," she gasped in return.

He was losing the battle with his pleasure. "You're going to make me come," he hissed before pushing in deep and stopping, but she immediately began spurring him back into action.

"Don't stop!" she gasped. "Please... fuck... don't stop!"

With her breathy begging, he realized he was in a contest, a race to make her come before he succumbed to his own pleasure. He took her lips, kissing her passionately while thrusting into her deep and hard, forcing himself to keep his pace slow as he tried to stall his approaching climax.

"Fuck," she squeaked. "Harder! Faster! I need you to fuck me harder!"

He was lost. He began driving into her with purpose, fighting his pleasure with everything he had, but there was no stopping his orgasm.

"Yes, yes, fuck me! I'm going to come! Keep fucking me," she murmured as she held him tight.

He changed the angle of his thrusts and tried to pound her through the bed, the floor, and into the apartment below. "I'm going to come!" he growled softly.

"Don't stop!"

He couldn't hold against his orgasm even one second more. "Fuck! I'm coming!" he snarled as he came alive in sweet agony.

Her face twisting in desperation and pleasure, she began thrusting her hips furiously as she hauled him tight to her breasts. "Fuck... please don't stop! I'm going to come! Make me come! Oh... God... I'm going to come again! Please, keep fucking me and don't stop!" she begged as she strained for her release.

Grinding his teeth against the searing pleasure of his orgasm, he continued pounding into her, forcing himself to go on, his body screaming in erotic anguish and his flesh tingling as if millions of tiny lightning bolts were dancing over his skin.

"That's it! Don't stop! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck!" she hissed as her face twisted even more.

Her fingers bit hard into his back as she stiffened beneath him. Moaning long and loud, she stilled her hips as her head tipped hard back into the mattress, thrusting her breasts up as she released him and began softly slapping at his back and bed.

He couldn't take the searing pleasure another moment and stilled his hips, ending his exquisite torture with a loud gasp. He sagged into her as he panted, strung out from his orgasm. It had been a long time since he'd come that hard.

After a moment, she exhaled as she relaxed beneath him, her hands returning to his back to hold him close. He'd always been slow to lose his erection after coming, and after the beautiful torture of fucking her through his climax, he was even harder than normal after his release. Grunting and gasping against the lingering pleasure, he began slowly thrusting as he tasted her lips.

Her hard intake of breath, followed by a soft and sexy moan as she began kissing him furiously, set him on edge. They said nothing as he continued to slowly take her, satisfied in their silence and the caress of their lips until, after several long moments, he began to soften. With a sigh of pure contentment, he pushed in deep with the last of his hardness and held himself there as they gazed into each other's eyes. He was going to need a half hour or so before he'd be able to go again, so he took her lips in a long, leisurely kiss to pass the time.

She felt so natural in his arms. He slowly caressed her mouth, cheeks, eyes, and throat with his lips, and he'd gladly remain in her arms for as long as she'd allow it. As she steered his lips from her throat back to her own, she also didn't seem to be in a hurry for it to end.

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SEVENTEEN

Shay gradually became aware of the body next to her as the blanket of sleep surrounding her slowly lifted. After a moment she smiled, remembering who the body belonged to, where she was, and why she had the most pleasant ache between her legs. She lay unmoving, still in Dan's arms, his apartment dimly lit by the early morning sun.

Yesterday and last night had been epic, easily the most intense series of sexual encounters of her life. They'd been flying high from their success with Lindsey, and it had manifested itself in their fucking. They'd started hard and fast, and the evening had only gotten better from there.

She knew from the photoshoot that his chest was hairless, but she was surprised to discover he was hairless everywhere below the neck. He was her first shaven, and her first uncut man, and for reasons she couldn't easily explain, both had turned her on in a big way. She'd gone beyond herself, taking him deeper into her mouth than she'd ever been able to take a man before. As she worked him over, she'd decided that being cleanshaven was part of his grooming, and that he wasn't naturally hairless, because she could detect the faintest trace of a stubble as she kissed and licked his body.

After they'd finished round one, they'd snuggled. As she lay in his arms, she'd recalled how Maranda, the waitress he'd bedded, had said he didn't make her feel like a whore. Shay thought it was an interesting choice of words at the time, but now she understood. She'd had her share of one or two-night stands, but Dan was different. After they were spent, they'd snuggled, and he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. Even more so, he talked to her amidst his soft touches and gentle kisses. He treated her like a long-time lover, not some woman he'd just bedded for the first time, and didn't know if he'd ever see again. Most of her other lovers hadn't treated her badly, but Dan had treated her like he was interested in more than just her body, even after he'd gotten what he wanted. He was funny, and gentle, and made her feel special and appreciated in a way her other lovers had not.

It'd taken him about thirty minutes to recharge, but then oh... my... God! They'd both been wound tight during their first encounter, which hadn't lasted long, but the second time... Her sleepy smile spread as she remembered.

He'd fucked her frontwards, backwards, right side up, upside down, and inside out. He'd taken her again and again for what had felt like hours, while gently throwing her around his big bed like she was nothing but a bag of feathers, and because of his tremendous stamina, strength, and flexibility, they'd used positions she'd never experienced before. As he was taking her, she'd watched his muscles twist and ripple under his sweat soaked skin, stared into his face and eyes that were intense, and yet somehow gentle at the same time, and listened to his passionate mutterings, grunts, moans, and pants, until she'd come so hard she wanted to cry out in pleasure she couldn't contain.

They'd rolled and tumbled, bathed in sweat as he licked, kissed, and caressed every inch of her flesh as he fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. She was only moments from tapping out, spent from two hard orgasms, when he'd finally come again. She loved his sounds of passion, and he hadn't disappointed, first barking loudly in completion, and then growling softly as he shook and shuddered while squeezing her so tight she thought she could hear her ribs creak under the strain.

As he lay over her, panting like a bellows, aftershocks rippled through him as she softly dragged her nails along his broad, muscular back. As he grunted and trembled with her touch, she smiled into his neck as she kissed, thrilled she'd given him so much pleasure and such a hard orgasm. He'd fucked her stupid, but she'd given as good as she got, and had been able to tap him out. Her small smile spread as she remembered how they'd laid in each other's arms, no words necessary, slowly caressing each other as they slid into the oblivion of sleep.

Later, after the room was dark, she woke when he began to stir. They'd showered together, and once again he hadn't disappointed. He'd bathed her, his lips slow and gentle, but the fact he didn't try to bend her over in the shower, despite his raging hard-on, had touched her. She would have willingly given it up to him if he'd wanted it, but having him lovingly wash away their sweat and sex without asking for anything in return, once again made her feel special, like she was more than a place for him to bury his cock.

Shower over, he'd prepared a meal as they laughed and talked, but she intentionally avoided talking about the case and he didn't bring it up. She couldn't remember, but that may have been the first time they'd hadn't discussed his case, at least a bit, and that also made their time feel special, as if he saw her as a person and not a means to an end.

They'd eaten an expertly prepared poke bowl of sauteed shrimp, pickled cucumber salad, and brown rice topped with a delicious honey soy dressing. Because Dan prepared it, she assumed it was as healthy as it was delicious. Meal finished, they settled onto the couch to snuggle and watch A Quiet Man. She'd never seen the movie, but she was going to have to watch it again because before it was over, she was sitting in Dan's lap, facing him with her legs to either side of his, as they kissed and touched, The Duke and Maureen forgotten.

Shay stretched with a groan and sighed deeply as she remembered their final encounter of the evening. Their leisurely kissing as the television played behind her, had led to a round of love making. During their previous two sessions, they'd fucked, taking pleasure from each other, but the third time it was slower and sweeter as they gave pleasure, and received it in turn. That had been the perfect topper for their evening. Dan proved once again that he was a lover of unparalleled skill and stamina, fucking her like a whore when she wanted it, and then treating her as the most delicate flower when she was in the mood for that.

She'd only come once during their last time, and it wasn't a brain shattering orgasm like before, but coming at nearly the same time as Dan, had satisfied her in a way the hardest orgasms couldn't. Afterwards, totally spent and wrung dry of need, she'd slept the sleep of angels, Dan's strongly thudding heart and the soft rustle of his breathing, comforting her as she slid into darkness.

She was aching slightly this morning, but she wanted him. She wanted him like she'd never wanted a man before. Tucked warm and comfortable in his side, surrounded by his arm, she tried to decide if she wanted the fiery, hard fucking Dan, or the soft, gentle lover Daniel. She couldn't make up her mind, so she decided to have both. She was going to start gently, but she was going to finish by having him pound the shit out of her.

She stretched again, the memories and the thoughts of pleasures to come making her ready and eager. She was going to wake him with---

"Good morning," he whispered, releasing her hand to softly caress her face before drawing her lips to his for a slow, gentle kiss that was exactly what she wanted.

How did he know? Last night, how had he always known just what she wanted, what she needed? He pulled back from the kiss but held her gaze.

"You have the most beautiful eyes," he murmured.

"You said that last night," she whispered.

During their romps, he commented on her ass, her face, her breasts, how tight she was, how sexy she was, but he always came back to her eyes. Every time she caught his gaze, he was staring into her eyes.

"Because it's true," he breathed.

He kissed her again as he slowly moved to cover her body with his. This was the gentle Daniel, the loving Daniel that she wanted. She opened herself to him, and he slowly sank deep, his passage causing a wave of pleasure to roll over her, the deep ache in her womanhood adding just the right amount of spice to his passage. She gripped him tightly and pulled him down, wanting, needing, to feel his flesh against hers.

"You feel so good inside me," she sighed into his ear as he settled and began to thrust slowly.

"I love how you feel," he rumbled, his voice low and sexy.

They moved together, slowly, gently, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure, her slight soreness exciting her as his cock filled her perfectly... his size taking her to the edge of pain where the greatest pleasure was found. He began to speed up his thrusts, and she couldn't tell if he was matching her rising passions or driving them, but she didn't care. She began to pant as her need teased her. He was holding her on the knife edge, slowly pushing her toward bliss, gradually twisting her tight with rising pleasure, her skin hot as she sizzled with desire unmet. If he fucked her harder, she'd explode in rapture and shorten their play, but any slower and she sensed her climax would slip away and spoil the exquisite torture he was inflecting on her. He was slowly raising the pressure, drawing out the delightful torment until she was ready to scream.

"Come for me. I want to feel you come," he growled into her ear, his words adding flavor and texture to their love making.

She thrust with a desperate whimper while straining for her release. He burst into motion, pounding into her so hard and fast, she cried out softly as the climax that had been stalking her suddenly grew closer to surround and envelop her. She held him as tight as she could, her eyes and jaws clinched tightly shut as his steel-like cock pounded into her hard and fast.

She wailed softly as his hard pounding thrusts wrecked her. "Fuck... fuck, fuck... fuck!" she cried, throwing her head back as she was buried under an avalanche of pleasure.

She held him, her arms tight around him lest she get swept away and lost forever. He continued to pound into her as she whimpered in sweet agony, alive with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, her words lost as she rode out one of the hardest orgasms she'd ever experienced.

With a soft bark, he lunged into her with a single vicious thrust, driving himself incredibly deep before holding himself there as his wetness filled her with each of his soft grunts. She loved how he squeezed her tight, the tension in his body, and his soft grunts of his release. They relaxed out of their orgasms at the same time, their sighs of relief mingling in the air between them.

"Christ! You make me come so fucking hard," he muttered softly before he took her lips in a slow kiss.

She sighed with a small smile, knowing exactly how he felt. Rarely had she ever come as hard as she had with Dan, and never so often. As their lips slowly parted, she pulled his face to her shoulder, wanting to hold him and be held by him. She nodded in agreement as he sighed, tucked his arms in around her, and held her, his breath warm on her neck.

-oOo-

Shay sat in Dan's apartment, digging into Squarepeg and Neil Mitchell. As Daniel had guessed, Neil Mitchell owned Squarepeg LLC.

She glanced at him and smiled. After their tumble this morning, another short snooze, and a leisurely shower together, he'd rehired her to dig into Squarepeg. She wanted to go home and change, but he'd talked her into staying until after lunch. She'd found it more amusing than she probably should have when he pointed out she'd only worn her suit for a few hours yesterday. It was a little rumpled because she'd been too distracted to hang it when she'd disrobed yesterday, but it would do until after lunch. Besides, it felt kind of nice to be wanted.

Dan was talking on his phone. She'd had two voice messages, one from someone wanting to save her money on her office supplies, the other from Nichole Smithson. She deleted the first one and returned the second. She was to meet with Nichole at three today to turn over what evidence she had.

Dan, on the other hand, had forty-one voicemails. Most were from various news agencies wanting his comments now that Lindsey Rohmer's story had been discredited, but Mairead had also called, apologized, and asked him to start training her again. He'd been far more gracious with her than she would have been.

If the relationship that started last night went anywhere, Dan's apartment was going to become a work free zone, just like her house, but she wasn't counting her chickens just yet. For now, he was still a client, a man who needed help with an investigation. Her lips twitched into a smile. She'd investigate him all right. She'd investigate how it felt to have him inside her any time he wanted.

She pushed the thoughts away. Focus! she told herself. Maybe she'd have to make his place a work free zone sooner than she thought, simply because after last night, when she was here, and he was around, the only thing she could think about was his taut, muscled body glowing with sweat as he fucked the---Focus!

She forced her thoughts back to the case and away from the pleasant thoughts of him fucking her... and the not so pleasant idea that last night might mean nothing at all. He'd admitted to being a player, and there was nothing to say they had even the beginnings of a relationship. She'd wanted him, and she didn't regret what had happened in the least, even if nothing came from it. She remembered her conversation with Maranda, and how the woman had said she wanted to 'date the shit out of him.' Like Maranda, she'd also like to date---Focus!

Once again she hauled her attention to the business at hand. It hadn't taken long to find the papers Neil had filed with the state of California to form Squarepeg LLC. The company was founded three years, eight months ago, and soon thereafter, had purchased the domain selectcasting. com. The site had gone live six months later. She couldn't find any hard numbers, but the site itself claimed to have fifty thousand active members. The site was free to join for those looking for roles, and those looking for actors paid $9.99 a month for as long as the role was available.

Shay joined the site using the special email account she'd set up for things like that. Sites could send all the junk email they wanted there, and she'd never see it. It made her life a lot easier since she joined dozens, if not hundreds, of websites just like selectcasting. com during her investigations.

She poked around on the site. There didn't appear to be a lot of activity, and she wondered if Neil's motivation was that he wasn't making it with his new business venture and wanted revenge. It seemed like a stretch, but the stupidity of people never seemed to end.

She drummed her fingers on the table. She needed an angle, something she could use to hook Neil's interest so he'd want to talk to her. She was still thinking it over when Dan hung up.

"Whew. That's the last of the people I want to talk to. You ready for lunch?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess," she muttered, still puzzling over her in with Neil. "What are we having?"

"I thought about having you, but decided we had work to do."

He'd delivered the joke so deadpan it almost went over her head. "That's fine. I'll have the same---wait! What?" she asked before bursting into giggles. "Naughty."

"Yeah, I didn't want to have to fire you again so soon, either."

She rose to her feet, enjoying his teasing. "Good. Having to complete and do a new contract would suck."

"She said suck," he said, his voice low and evil before a soft villain's laugh escaped him.

"I'll suck on something," she murmured, her voice dripping sex in a cadence and tone she didn't know she had until that moment.

She slid into his arms and he kissed her lips. Carrying out her threat, she sucked softly on his bottom lip before he returned the favor. Goddammit! He'd fucked the shit out of her last night and again this morning, but his slow easy kiss was turning her on again.

"That's enough," she whispered as she slowly pushed out of his arms and stepped back.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyes matching the concern in his voice.

She smiled. "Oh yeah, but I have work to do later and I'm having enough trouble concentrating without you getting me all worked up again."

He smiled, the apprehension vanishing from his face as if it had never been there. "So long as that's all it is."

She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't resist, so she pulled his lips back to hers for a slow, though less erotic, kiss. "That's all it is," she breathed as their lips gradually parted. "So, what are we having for lunch?"

"Well, I thought I'd have you, but..." She glared at him with a faint smile, and he chuckled. "How does pan seared salmon with a kale and apple salad sound?"

"You're kidding? For lunch?"

"What?" he asked in obvious confusion.

"You don't have to try to impress me," she told him with a smile. If he was going to zing her, she was going to zing him right back. "You did that last night."

He grinned. "Wait until tonight then. As for lunch, that's easy. Thirty, forty minutes, start to finish. If you want something else...?"

"No, no, that's fine. It just seems, I don't know, fancy for lunch. I'm used to sandwiches or maybe a salad."

His grin spread. "Sandwiches... bad for you. Salads... boring."

"What would you have if I weren't here?"

"Pan seared salmon with a kale and apple salad."

She gave up, but she was thoroughly enjoying their verbal jousting. "I'll have that."

He smiled at her. "Good choice."

She went back to work on her problem while he stirred around in the kitchen. Good to his word, thirty-eight minutes later, he was setting two plates on the table, and it smelled divine. She could, and did, cook, but there wasn't much doubt which of them had the better culinary skills.

They had lunch, talking about how suddenly everyone was rallying to his side in support. Maybe she didn't have to bust Neil's balls, but she was feeling very protective of Dan this morning. She wanted to put paid to the rumors, once and for all, as a way to prevent Neil, or anyone else, from trying this shit in the future.

After lunch, and a very pleasant kiss goodbye, she left and hurried home for a change of clothes. Refreshed, she went to her office, arriving only minutes before Nichole. The meeting went just like all those types of meetings do, with a lot of tears and soul searching.

Nichole couldn't understand why her husband of over fifteen years was having an affair. She still loved the asshole and couldn't understand what she'd done to drive him into the arms of another. Shay had previously wondered if Nichole would be more or less hurt that Ron was fucking another man. Now she had her answer. Nichole was devastated by the revelation and questioned her worth as a woman.

Shay tried to console her, but she knew she wasn't very good at it. This was by far the worst part of her job, and it ripped her heart out each and every time she had to do it. When she was working with her dad, he always dealt with the clients, which insulated her from the anger and heartbreak. She had no idea the favor he'd been doing her until he wasn't around to do it anymore. Now she had to watch the lives being destroyed firsthand. What had just been a job before, suddenly became very personal.

The first few times, Shay had cried right along with the client, but she'd toughened up in the past year. The anger was easier for her to handle than the heartbreak, and while she could hold back her tears, this was a tough one because Nichole was so completely gutted.

"I'm sorry," Shay murmured. "Can I call someone to come get you?"

Nichole shook her head as she sniffed. "No," she gasped, trying to gather herself. She looked at Shay, her eyes red and puffy and Shay's tissue box greatly depleted. "No, I'll be alright." She swallowed hard. "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. I'll figure your final bill, and there'll probably be a small refund. I'll mail that to you in the next few days. He wasn't very careful, so it was an easy job. It didn't take as long as I expected."

Nichole nodded her thanks as she picked up the large envelope with the photos inside. "I'm sorry."

Nichole was apologizing for being heartbroken. Shay offered her a sad smile so she wouldn't cry too. "You have every right to be upset. Are you sure there's no one I can call? A taxi?"

Nichole shook her head again and turned from Shay without another word. Shay escorted her to the door and then watched until Nichole drove away before returning to her office. She sat in her chair, her head against the back, until the urge to cry over what she'd done passed. She was just doing a job, but it was a job that she hated sometimes.

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EIGHTEEN

Daniel called Shay around five to find out if she wanted to join him for dinner. He'd assumed she would, but he wanted to make sure. She hadn't sounded good, with her voice flat and devoid of any meaningful emotion during the call. She'd assured him it was nothing, but he was still fretting that he'd crossed a line somewhere, and had upset her.

Last night and again this morning had been magical. There was no other word to describe it. Shay had bedrooms skills, of that there was no arguing, but it went beyond that, far beyond that. He hadn't been kidding when he'd said he was considering having her for lunch. He simply couldn't seem to get enough of her, but it was more than she'd fucked him like he'd rarely been fucked before. It went much deeper than physical pleasure, and he'd felt they'd made a connection. Something had happened between them. It wasn't love, but it was something, something he'd never experienced before. He couldn't describe it, but it seemed they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. It was confusing, and weird, and wonderful in equal measure.

He tried writing his Health Minute tips but couldn't focus. All he could think about was Shay and how she made him feel. Frustrated with his lack of progress and inability to focus, he'd finally gone to his spare bedroom and used the machine in there to hammer out a routine. That had helped a great deal to relax and center him, but it hadn't in anyway changed how much he was looking forward to Shay's arrival.

He was working in the kitchen, preparing the charred lemon chicken piccata with a side of sliced cucumbers, tomatoes, and onions in a light vinaigrette dressing, when the chime sounded, letting him know someone was asking for admittance into the building.

With a smile, he quickly wiped his hands before moving to the intercom and pressing the button. "Apartment 1027."

"It's me," Shay said.

He pressed the other button to unlock the door.

He returned to the kitchen and continued the meal preparation until his doorbell chimed its three notes. Smiling, he again wiped his hands and strode quickly to the door, his heart thudding with equal parts excitement and dread.

"Hey," he said while opening the door and inviting her in, offering her a kiss as she entered. "Everything okay?" he asked after their lips parted.

"Fine," she replied as she followed him to the kitchen. She sounded better than she had on the phone, but something was still off.

He checked on the chicken before turning his attention back to her. "We're having chicken. I eat a lot of that. I hope that's okay."

She smiled, slowly brightening. "It smells wonderful."

"It's one of my favorites." He didn't want to ask, but he had to know. "Everything okay with us?"

She looked at him in surprise. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"You seem a little, I don't know, down. I thought maybe you were having some regrets."

She looked at him as she softened. "No regrets. Just a bad day at work. That thing I had to do? It was awful. I watched as a woman's life was destroyed right in front of me."

He checked the chicken one more time then moved to her and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry." He liked the way her arms went around him and how she laid her head against his chest.

"Not your fault. It comes with the job."

"Why do you do it?"

"It's all I know."

He nodded, wishing he could help her, but not knowing how. He tightened his embrace for a moment and then released her. "Dinner will be up in a moment. Want a glass of wine?"

She was steadily improving. "I'd love one."

He opened the bottle he'd selected to go with the chicken. He didn't know shit about wine, so he hoped what he'd picked up from Brooke applied. He poured her a quarter-glass, and then a little less for himself to avoid the empty calories as much as he could.

When the chicken was ready, he filled the plates and placed them on the table, topping off her glass as he sat. She took a tentative bite and smiled.

"This is excellent!" She sipped the wine. "And it pairs really well with the wine."

He smiled, allowing her to think that he'd known what he was doing with the pairing. They talked softly about nothing, and by the time dinner was over, she'd completely returned to her normal good mood.

She helped clear the table as he loaded the dishwasher, then they settled on the couch. He thought it was funny she wanted to watch A Quiet Man again, considering she'd ignored the last third of the movie the night before. Not that it mattered. He'd ignored it too for something far more interesting, but he'd seen the movie before.

She snuggled into his side, and because she was so tiny, she took up almost no space. Sitting in comfortable silence, they made it all the way through the movie without her attacking him, much to his disappointment. When the movie ended, she looked up at him, her silent suggestion clear. He softly caressed her jaw with his thumb and forefinger before he took her lips in a slow, luxurious kiss.

"Can you stay tonight?"

"I was hoping you'd ask. I hope you don't mind, but I brought some clothes for tomorrow."

"Why would I mind? Where are they?"

"I left them in my car. I didn't want to assume."

He smiled. They were treading carefully, but perhaps she was also sensing something, and didn't want to mess it up. "If you want to go get them, I'll draw you a bath."

She looked at him, her eyes slightly wide. "You're kidding."

"About what?"

"Drawing me a bath?"

He felt a chill. "Why? Is that wrong?"

"No, but why?"

"Wouldn't you enjoy one? I thought that's what women liked after a hard day."

"No, not that. Why are you being so nice?"

He paused as he sorted through her words while wondering if he was missing something. "Why wouldn't I be? It's not like it's a lot of work. Turn on the taps and adjust the temperature."

"It's not that, it's..."

"What?"

"So thoughtful. Nobody has ever offered to draw me a bath before."

He shrugged. "Now you can't say that anymore. So... yes? No?"

She smiled. "Yes. Thank you. Do you do this for every woman you sleep with?"

He grinned. "No."

"Ever offered to do it before?"

"One other."

She smiled. "The woman that lived with you for a while?" He nodded. "Thank you for telling me the truth."

"Why lie?"

She smiled, and he liked it. "Why indeed, but a lot of guys would've."

"That's stupid. Why lie about something so trivial?"

"I agree, but maybe they'd do it to try to make me feel special. I don't know. Had you said I was the first, I'd have been suspicious. I don't think that's something that just springs to mind. You either think of things like that, or you don't, and if you'd said no, I'd have wondered what was special about me and not the woman you lived with."

"Brooke."

"Brooke," she repeated. "If you weren't offering to draw her a bath, but were me, and she was more than a friend with benefits, that calls into question a lot of things you've told me."

He shook his head in teasing amazement. "Do you forget anything?"

"Not much."

"Are you always so suspicious?"

Her smile was slightly sad. "It comes with the job. I can't turn it off. A lot of guys can't take it."

He made the decision right then to always be straight with her. "You know I've had other lovers. Why pretend I haven't? You didn't become that good in bed without some practice, so you've obviously had other lovers too." He shrugged. "If it bothers you..."

She smiled and snuggled in closer. "What would bother me is lying about it."

"I haven't lied to you, Shay. I'm not going to start now, not after last night."

"Good."

He slowly pulled her into a kiss, and suddenly, everything was right again. "Go get your clothes," he murmured.

She didn't move for a moment, but then after another slow kiss, she rose. "I'd like the water a little on the warm side," she said with a smile.

He couldn't stop his return smile. "You got it."

After she left, he waited until the door chimed for admittance before he started filling the garden tub, adjusting the water until it was a touch too hot for his tastes. There were some bath salts left over from Brooke, so he added them to the bath, making the entire room smell of something floral. The tub was nearing full when he opened the door to let Shay back in.

"It should be about ready."

He took her bag as he directed her to the master bath, tossing the small case on the bed as they passed. She checked the water with a swish of her hand before rubbing her fingers together under her nose.

"Perfect," she said as she turned off the taps and began to disrobe.

He'd seen everything she had to show yesterday, so unless she ordered him out, he was staying for the view. He took her blazer from her so he could hang it after she settled into the water.

"Yes, it is," he murmured as she took off her blouse. He took that and her skirt as well.

She smiled at him before she stepped into the tub, hissing softly as she lowered herself into the bath, before sliding lower until the water reached her chin. She looked up at him with a sigh, her face soft, and he felt slightly foolish standing in the middle of the bathroom holding her clothes, but he was frozen.

"Want to join me?"

He shook himself out of his reverie and smiled. "I would, but I think it'd be a little crowded."

Her smile was mischievous. "I thought you liked being in tight places. You seemed to last night."

Snickering, he quickly hung her clothes and began to strip as he returned to the bathroom. He'd smell like a girl all night, but fuck it, it'd be worth it. She scrunched up close to the faucets as he settled in behind her. It took draining some of the water so the tub didn't overflow, a fair amount of squirming, a lot of giggling and snickering by both of them, but they finally managed to find a position with her between his legs that worked, and she lay back against his chest. It was crowded, really crowded, and if she'd been any bigger they wouldn't have fit, but holding her snug and tight while his hands slowly caressed her was worth the small discomfort... and smelling like a chick.

He held her for a long time, his hands creating ripples as they slowly glided over her beneath the surface of the water. "The water's getting cold," she murmured.

"I thought you went to sleep."

She purred. "I could have, but..."

"But?"

"But when I fall asleep in your arms tonight, I'm not planning on moving until morning."

"I like your plan."

After she tipped her head back to allow him to slowly caress her lips with his, she stood with a soft groan and stepped out of the tub. He followed her out of the tub before he began patting her dry. She felt incredibly silky and smooth, and she smelled wonderful.

"Cold," she said with a faint shiver as she stepped into his arms.

Draping the towel he'd picked up to dry himself over her shoulders, Dan pulled her into his arms and held her close and warm to his chest until she relaxed.

"Nice," she murmured.

"Very."

After a moment, he loosened his embrace, allowing her to escape his arms, but not before he stole a quick kiss. He redried her chest and stomach before drying himself, and then shaved as she removed her makeup. Other than a dusting of color over her eyes, he couldn't tell she wore makeup, and he liked the fact that she allowed her natural beauty to shine through. With her using the toothbrush he'd given her that morning, they brushed their teeth before retiring to bed. As he turned back his bed, Shay stopped at the closet to retrieve an empty hanger and placed it on the side table before sliding between the linens with Dan.

"What's that for?" he asked, his curiosity piqued as he tucked in close behind her.

"In case I want it later."

"For what?"

"You'll see."

He wanted her, he wanted her badly, but she was going to have to make the first move tonight. He enjoyed being the pursuer, but he didn't want her to think the only reason he asked her to stay was so he could make love to her. He wanted her body, but he wanted her to be the last thing he saw before he fell asleep, and the first thing he saw the next morning almost as badly.

It was early, barely nine, but after their lengthy soak, this felt like the natural progression. He pulled her into a tight, warm spoon, his hands gently cupping her breasts. He wouldn't be able to hold her like that for long before he was sweating buckets, but he wanted to warm her up if she was still cold.

He held her for a time, slowly nuzzling her neck and shoulder, his hard member pressed against her ass as his thumbs delicately caressed the hard points of her breasts. After a long moment, with their only movement his lips caressing her neck and his thumbs stroking the centers of her breasts, she turned in his arms and held his gaze until he kissed her. She opened her mouth to him as the kiss deepened and took on a life of its own.

"Oh God," she murmured as she rolled to her back and he began kissing down her body, pausing to sweetly torment her breasts with his tongue. "I was afraid we weren't going to do this."

He ignored her comment as he moved lower, gradually kissing down her flat stomach while his fingers gently teased her nipples. She drew her legs up as he moved lower still, her hands gripping his hair to pull his mouth more firmly into her flower as he set to work. She writhed sensually under his touch, her soft sighs and gasps of pleasure making him long to feel her wetness surrounding his shaft, but he wanted this more.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she began to chant. He loved listening to her repeated muttering of the word, recognizing it as her tell that she was spooling up for release. "Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck!" she gasped as she pulled his hair to draw his lips more firmly against her womanhood.

Watching her from beneath his eyebrows, his tongue dancing with her button, he delighted in her arched back as she thrust her breasts skyward while tugging his mouth tight to her pussy. He was torn between continuing to please her with his tongue in an attempt to make her scream in pleasure, or plunging his cock into her and making wild, passionate love to her until they were exhausted. In the half-instant he considered his choice, she took the decision from him by releasing his hair and shoving forcefully at his head.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop!" she begged as she slapped and pushed. "I can't take it!"

Making love it is then, he thought as he slowly pulled away to give her some relief. He began leisurely kissing his way back up her body, taking his time to give her a moment to recover. He reached her lips, but before he could enter her, she pushed him away.

"Nuh-uh," she grunted as she forced Dan's lips away from hers. "Not tonight, big boy. I've got something special for you," she continued as she steered him to his back. Rolling away from him, she picked up the clothes hanger and handed the thick plastic triangle to him. "Hold this with both hands, and don't let go."

Not understanding the game she was playing, he took the hanger with both hands as she demanded, before she hooked it over the headboard's decorative, stainless-steel bar that matched the knobs on the rest of his bedroom furniture. His hands positioned above his head, Shay smiled as she swung a leg over him and settled with his cock pressed tightly against her pussy.

"You hold that and don't let go. You let go, we're done for the night, but so long as you hang onto it with both hands, I keep going." Her smile became challenging. "You game?"

She was binding his hands, but in a safe, non-threatening way, causing a thrill of anticipation to pass through him. "Bring it," he growled with false bravado.

Her smile became predatory as she leaned down and caressed his lips with hers. "You had your way with me last night and this morning, but tonight, I'm going to break you."

Oh my God! I'm going to come before we even start! but there was no way he was going to tell her that. "Do your worst," he rumbled as he held her gaze with more confidence than he felt.

She slowly kissed the side of his face from his lips to his ear. "Oh I will, but you should know that my worst is very, very good," she whispered as her breath tickled his ear.

She rose slightly and settled back before slowly rocking her hips to grind her pussy against his shaft. It was clear she was enjoying fucking herself against his granite hard cock, and he glared at her in mock challenge while secretly delighting in watching her incredibly sensuous display. It was exciting as fuck watching her pleasure herself on him, but he'd be able to take a lot of her grinding before he came.

After a long moment of watching her ride him, she moaned softly before rising slightly, taking his nectar slickened member in her hand, and steered it inside her. Her features twisted with pleasure and need, she moaned louder as she steadily sank to surround his achingly hard shaft. As she settled fully over his rod, his cock deep in her womanly pleasures, she blew out a long stream of air from pursed lips as her head hung low, but after a moment, she lifted her head and smiled evilly as she began to rock her hips. He held her eyes, desperately wanting to caress her breasts, but unable to as he continued to hold the hanger. Moaning softly with her eyes closed, her breasts swaying with her movement, her face twisted into a perfect mask of ecstasy, she lifted her hair as she slowly rocked. He didn't know if her erotic display was for him, but acting or not, it was heating him up.

Shay continued to bounce and rock as she gasped and moaned, her skin becoming damp with sweat as she worked. Dan was fighting his orgasm, trying to think about anything other than what she was doing to him in his desperate fight to hold off his rising tide of pleasure, but he was losing the war with his body.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck, fuck... fuck!" she snarled, her voice strained as she suddenly hunched forward to brace on his chest as she jerked and grunted.

He'd been a hairsbreadth from coming before her rapture took her, and her display threated to push him over the edge as her pussy spasmed around his cock, but as her orgasm passed, and she sat panting, the tide of his pleasure began to recede. He breathed a soft sigh of relief as he realized he wasn't going to come, but after a moment, she blew out a long stream of air as she slowly straightened. With a smile that went straight to his cock, she began to rock again, but harder. He hadn't had time to fully recover from his near orgasm, and the rapture that had begun to recede came roaring back, stronger than ever.

She began fucking him harder and faster. "You like that?" she whispered as he groaned in erotic agony. "I'm going to make you come so fucking hard."

"Fuck!" he snarled as he struggled to hold his rising bliss in check. "You're going to make me fucking come!"

"Do it!" she panted as she began fucking him harder still. "Come on! Give it to me!"

It was too much! With a quiet wail of completion, he splashed into her, which only served to encourage her. She fell to his chest before proceeding to fuck the shit out of him. He roared in erotic pain as she pounded his pulsing rod into her pussy hard and fast, his pleasure soaring to unimaginable heights as she fucked him with furious intensity. He desperately wanted to let go of the hanger, to end the torment, but he also never wanted her to stop. He roared again as he bucked and thrust, the muscles of his chest bulging and twisting as he drew hard against the plastic, trying to fight through the pleasure she was giving him, his body alive with orgasmic fire unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

He cried out again as the plastic shattered with the sharp crack of a gunshot, breaking under the strain as he fought the mind flaying pleasure. Released from his erotic prison, he flung the remains of the hanger still in his hands away, before wrapping her in his arms in a desperate attempt to still her madly thrusting hips. With his cock buried deep inside her, he held her tight as he quivered, grunted, and thrust. She'd reduced him to a shivering blob, and he held her while waiting for the earthquake inside him to end.

"Fuck!" he gasped as his orgasm washed out of him.

He started to release her, but she pumped her hips again, causing another massive aftershock to ripple through him. With another bark of pleasure, he clamped down on her again, this time grabbing her ass and holding it down as he grunted and thrust, his body no longer his to control.

"Shit!" he breathed, drawing the word out long during the massive shudder that passed through him as the cascading waves of pleasure finally stopped. "Shit. Fuck."

She forced herself out of his arms before kissing him softly, sweetly, and then smiling down at him as she gradually pulled her lips from his. "If you talk to that fat-titted whore, Gail, again, you tell her what this scrawny ass bitch did to you."

He shuddered hard a second time with a soft grunt of residual pleasure. When were the fucking aftershocks going to stop? "Is that what this was about?"

Her smile widened slightly. "No. This was about me giving back some of what you did to me last night, and getting to watch you come as I did. But tell her anyway."

With a single huffing laugh, he nodded as his hand gently closed around the back of her head before pulling her lips to his.