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  She bit his ass, harder this time.

  The beeper on his watch went off.

  “Time!” he said. He rolled away from her. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

  “No!” she protested. “That wasn’t fifteen minutes!”

  Carlos’ eyes glittered. His mouth was a thin line under the bristle of his moustache. He was working his hands free behind his back. “I don’t cheat, Roxanne.”

  “I wanted to make you come.”

  “It’s my fifteen minutes now.”

  He pressed the button on his watch.

  “Take off your bathing suit and get on your knees.” His voice was soft but commanding.

  He pushed her into the same position she’d forced on him. He pulled her hands behind her back and tied them, much tighter than she’d been able to tie him. He picked up the leather belt. She closed her eyes, dreading the pain she was sure would come.

  “Afraid I’m going to hurt you? I’ll be as gentle with you as you were with me.”

  But he did not hit her with the belt. He looped it around her waist and over her wrists and pulled it tight. She could not move her arms at all. He pressed his left hand to her back. She felt him raise his other hand and tried to brace herself for the smack, but the back of her hairbrush hit her so hard on the ass she cried out. He smacked her repeatedly, but she bit her lip and was silent though tears ran down her cheeks. The pain burned, but she was also aware of the other sensations in her body—the oddly comforting pressure on her arms, the soothing coolness of the floor on her hard nipples, the wonderful ache in her cunt. The spanking stopped. He pressed his palms against her burning skin and soothed her pain. He spread the cheeks of her ass open and applied the cool gel to her anus. She held her breath and waited for his fingers to probe her. Instead, she heard him rise to his feet. He walked a few steps across the room then returned.

  “Someone gave me this chess set as a gift. When I first saw it, I thought the playing pieces looked like an odd assortment of butt plugs with their long blunt heads and wide bases. Let’s test them out.”

  “No!” she protested.

  “Oh yes, Roxanne. You set the rules. It’s still my fifteen minutes. The pawn is too small, you’d hardly feel it. The bishop? Too big and twisted. It would hurt. Ah, but the king. He’s perfect.” There was a note of triumph in his voice.

  She had seen the king on the chess board with its elongated head, not as thick as Carlos’ cock but still sizeable. She tensed her body in anticipation.

  “I’ll be extra-careful and put a condom on him for you.” She heard a slight rustling. “Now he’s all ready.”

  He reached under her and rubbed her clit, and despite her fear of what was to come, she felt herself open to him. He pressed the king to her anus. Her mind opposed the intrusion and she steeled herself for pain, but what she felt was an answer to a hunger she had never guessed she possessed. He pushed the head deeper into her body. There was pressure, not pain, and there was pleasure. She made a small noise.

  “Yes, you like that.” He pulled the king out partway then thrust it back in and did it again, each thrust slightly harder and deeper than the one before. The effect on her was startling. She lifted her ass higher for more. He seated the king deep inside her.

  His hands pushed her legs slightly wider open. His fingers parted her labia and stroked her clit. She moaned. She was wet and open and ached to be filled with him. She felt his cock rub against her. She wanted to beg him to fuck her but was afraid if she did, he would tease her and she could not bear to be teased. She needed him inside her. Then he pushed his cock inside her, and the pressure of his cock and the plug in her ass combined to an intensity of sensation she had never felt before.

  “Is this what you need?” He thrust his hips against her and the brush hit her buttocks in an intensifying rhythm. The skin on her buttocks heated with the shock of each hard spank, her cunt rejoiced with the friction his cock made, and the pressure of the plug intensified all sensation. She was tantalizingly close to an explosive release.

  Carlos dropped the brush and slid his hand under her belly, found her clit and rubbed it so hard and fast his hand might have been a vibrator. She gasped, panted, made animal sounds, not sure if she could stand much more but not wanting it to end.

  The alarm went off.

  “Don’t stop!” she begged.

  “Tell me you’re mine!”

  “I’m yours! Do whatever you want to me!”

  His hips pummeled her and his cock thrust into her and his fingers rubbed her clit and her body exploded. A cascade of spasms radiated from her cunt to the tops of her fingers. She was blasted sky-high. She heard sobs and realized the sounds were coming from her own mouth.

  “Oh Roxanne, what you do to me!” He seized her hips and thrust against her once more. She felt his cock pulse inside her. He released his hold but leaned against her for a moment. His softened cock withdrew from her body, but still he knelt and held her. Her brain told her that her right cheek was mashed in the floor, her arms were numb, her legs shook, but a feeling of tremendous satiation flooded her.

  Carlos finally rose off her. He stroked along her spine and her ass. She made soft sounds. He pulled the king from her. She gasped slightly when at last it was out of her. He took off the belt and untied her hands. He pulled her to her feet. Her legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand. He fell back into one of the egg-shaped chairs and pulled her onto his lap. He twirled the chair halfway and opened the cabinet behind him, taking out a bottle of scotch and two shot glasses. With a shaking hand, he poured scotch into each glass. He put one of the glasses in her hand.

  “Cheers,” he said. He clinked her glass and then downed his drink in one gulp.

  She did the same as though she were downing medicine. She coughed as the fire hit her throat. He patted her back until she stopped. She lay against him. She could feel his heart beating wildly. His arm went around her.

  “You’re lucky I’m crazy about you,” he said.

  His hand still shook slightly as he refilled their glasses. Droplets of scotch formed on the console like amber beads. Carlos leaned back in his chair. This time he sipped his drink, one hand stroking Roxanne as if she were a cat resting in his lap. She snuggled against him and kissed his neck. She had never felt so sated or so sore.

  The minutes passed. Carlos’ heart rate settled back to normal. The need for sleep seeped through Roxanne. She stood up. Her legs were still wobbly. “I need to lie down,” she said.

  He put his arm around her and supported her down the hall and into his bedroom. She stretched out on his bed. He covered her with a soft blanket and lay next to her. He stroked her face.

  “I wanted to possess you,” she murmured. “You ended up possessing me.”

  “I can only take what you give me.”

  She shut her eyes. “I don’t think I want to do that too often. Maybe we can save that for special occasions like your birthday or mine.”

  He laughed and kissed her forehead. “Whatever you want, Roxanne.”

  She pulled the blanket to her neck and settled into the bed. “I meant what I said, Carlos. About being yours.”

  “That was sex talk.”

  She didn’t have the energy to argue with him, instead she drifted off.

  When she woke, the light had faded from the sky. She looked at her wristwatch. It was seven o’clock. She had slept for several hours. She stretched. She was sore inside and out but she wanted to be touched. Her fingers gently traced her clit. She pulled on her robe.

  Carlos was sitting on the couch, working on his laptop. He was dressed in navy pants and a blue-and-white-striped dress shirt. His leather belt was around his waist. The chess set was on the table, all its pieces in place.

  “Have a good nap?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why don’t you shower and put on your pretty dress. There’s a gallery opening in the design district I want to attend. I’ve made reservations for dinner after.”

 
; “All right.”

  She stood and watched him.

  He smiled at her. “Want something else?”

  She nodded.

  “Come here,” he said. He closed the laptop and set it aside. He held his arms out to her. She settled into his lap. She rested her head on his chest, her legs extended on the seat cushions. He parted her robe with his left hand.

  “Be gentle,” she said.

  “Of course.”

  He stroked her breasts, ran his fingers down her belly. She spread her legs wider. She was completely exposed to him. He fingered her gently and entered her softly. His fingers curled inside and pressed on a part of her she had not known was there. She gasped. He pressed harder. She arched her back. He pressed and then his thumb rubbed her clit and waves of pleasure filled her and she called, “Yes, Carlos, yes!”

  She lay against him, panting.

  His body shook slightly with laughter. He raised her head up and kissed her, his mouth still tasting faintly of smoky scotch.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “I’m glad to be of service. How’s your ass feeling?”

  “Sore. How’s yours?”

  “Go shower,” he said. “Or I’ll have to spank you again.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The gallery was in a two-story building framed in shiny aluminum. The art on display was a mixture of photographs, abstract paintings and sculpture. Side rooms pulsated with vaguely hallucinogenic computer-generated images and flashing lights from mixed-media assemblages.

  “You don’t like fiction, but you like this?” Roxanne asked Carlos. “Don’t you think that’s a contradiction?”

  “Perhaps,” Carlos said. He smiled down at her and squeezed her hand.

  They moved slowly through the crowd. Carlos occasionally waved in greeting or nodded to acquaintances. Roxanne noticed that her presence at his side evoked some curiosity and a jealous glare from a handsome blonde woman.

  “Is Mr. Cooper here?” she asked. “The friend who sent you the box of cigars and by accident sent me?”

  Carlos shook his head. “He’s in Rome.”

  “What about the friend who gave you the chess set?”

  His eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared slightly. Roxanne understood his expression signaled not just desire but possession. The look thrilled her.

  “He’s not here either. I think he’s in Caracas.”

  A hefty man with a bulbous red nose held out his hand. “Carlos!”

  Carlos shook the man’s hand, which prompted the man to erupt in a torrent of Spanish. The man glanced at Roxanne but apparently considered her too inconsequential to address. Carlos appeared unruffled, but he let go of Roxanne’s hand to gesture to a photograph on the wall. Another man joined the conversation. He was taller than the man with a bulbous nose but equally excited.

  Roxanne had no idea what was being discussed. She wandered to an oil painting of a woman dressed in heavy black silk, the material gathered in a ruche around her pale gray face, a yellow lily floating mysteriously against the gray background. A piece of white paper with faded writing was imposed where her heart would be. Roxanne wondered if the woman was contemplating lost love, secret regret or her shopping list. She stepped back for a different perspective and bumped into a tall African-American woman in a pink dress.

  “Sorry,” Roxanne said.

  “Sorry my ass!” The familiarity of the woman’s voice made Roxanne jump. “Jill!” She stared into the angry face of her law school roommate and good friend.

  “I’ve been standing next to you for five minutes, but you didn’t recognize me!”

  “I was looking at the painting,” Roxnane said humbly. The words of her last email message to Jill floated in her brain. She had behaved badly. “How are you?”

  “Pissed! I’ve sent you about three hundred emails in the last two months and left numerous voice messages and all I ever get back is meaningless drivel about you being fine and how someday we’ll have to get together.” Jill’s voice cracked. “That’s crap, Roxanne!”

  “I was living under a rock. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone, even you.”

  “I thought you were mad at me,” Jill sniffed. Tears welled in her eyes. “Because of Evan and Paul.”

  “Evan and Paul have been friends for years. I didn’t expect you or Evan to break up with him just because he broke up with me.”

  “Then why do you keep avoiding me?” Jill wiped her eyes. “Oh shit. My hormones are doing a number on me. That’s why I’ve been calling you.” She patted her belly. “I’m pregnant. I wanted to tell you in person.”

  “Oh Jill!” Roxanne hugged her and patted her back. “I’m so happy for you and I’m genuinely sorry I’ve been such a lousy friend.”

  Jill accepted her embrace and hugged her back.

  “Is Evan with you?” Roxanne asked.

  “Of course, but we’re not alone. We have a ménage going—me and Evan and Evan’s mistress BlackBerry. He’s working on some big case and that damn thing is never out of his hand. I told him it didn’t matter if he was closing in on the entire crew of America’s most wanted, he had to come with me to Miami for his grandmother’s birthday or there would be no peace in the family.”

  “He’s still trying to run the U. S. Attorney’s office singlehandedly?”

  “So it seems. I’ve missed you, Roxy.” Jill stepped back and gave Roxanne a quick once-over. “But for someone who claims to be living under a rock, you are looking fine!”

  “I’ve met someone,” Roxanne said. Her heart beat faster with this confession. “He’s here.”

  “Where?”

  Roxanne scanned the room. Carlos was standing by a large metal open-work statue. She pointed to him. “There.”

  “Oooh,” Jill said. “He’s sexy! I want the details—where, when, how.”

  “I promise I’ll call you next week. We’ll get together and we’ll share.”

  “Can I meet him?”

  For some reason, the prospect of this introduction made Roxanne’s hands itch, but she nodded. “Sure.”

  While Roxanne was certain Carlos knew all about Jill from reading her emails, he hid that well and gave her a charming smile while Roxanne made the introductions.

  “Jill and I met in college.”

  “We hated each other at first sight,” Jill said. “I thought Roxy was a stuck-up know-it-all and she thought I was a hard-ass, but we bonded when we both got the stomach flu.”

  Carlos looked from one woman to the other as they talked, like a spectator at a tennis match.

  “We shared an apartment in law school. We were moot court partners our first year.”

  “We trounced the opposition. We saw each other through bad times and bad boyfriends.”

  “I introduced Jill to this cute nerdy guy who was the editor of law review and she married him.”

  “And he introduced Roxy to his high school buddy.”

  “And we know how that turned out,” Roxanne said. “Evan, Jill’s husband, is a good friend of my ex-fiancé.”

  “Here he is now,” Jill said. “My husband.” She waved. “Ev, look who I found!”

  Evan Blake was shorter than Carlos and slightly broader, but his sharp intelligence gave him a formidable expression. “Hello, Roxy!” He sounded pleased to see her.

  “And this is Roxy’s new friend Carlos Delgado,” Jill said.

  The expression in Evan’s face changed almost comically. Behind his black eyeglasses his eyes widened, his brown cheeks turned a red mahogany color, his lips slackened.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blake,” Carlos said. He held out his hand.

  Evan paused a moment, and then extended his hand.

  What’s wrong with Evan? “Evan is with the U. S. Attorney’s office in New York,” Roxanne said to cover Evan’s evident embarrassment. “Jill is in private practice.”

  “So you’re a prosecutor,” Carlos said to Evan. “Putting bad guys behind bars.”

  Evan
took a deep breath. The red tinge in his cheeks faded. His face returned to his normal intent expression. “Yes, that’s what I do.” He turned to Roxanne. “Jill’s been pretty miffed at you.”

  “I can’t believe I had to come to frigging Miami to see you,” Jill said. She grabbed her handbag and pulled out her ringing cell phone. “Shoot. It’s your mom, Ev.” She walked a few feet away to have her conversation.

  “How have you been, Roxy?” Evan asked. He turned his back to Carlos slightly as if to avoid looking at him.

  “Good,” Roxanne said. She was still puzzled by Evan’s earlier reaction. “I hear you’re busy on a big case, but you’ve got something even bigger in the works. Jill told me about the baby. That’s wonderful news.”

  “Yes it is.” Evan pushed the bridge of his glasses up his nose. He seemed to be contemplating his next comment. “I saw Paul last week. He’s single again.”

  “Good for him.”

  “He asked about you. I told him you were in hiding.”

  “Not anymore.” Roxanne took Carlos’ hand and held it tightly.

  Jill hurried back to them. “We have to go, we’re late.” She hugged Roxanne. “Do not crap out on me again, Roxanne Cline!”

  “I’ll be there, I promise.” Roxanne said. When Evan and Jill were out of earshot she turned to Carlos. “That was awkward.”

  “Jill seems nice.”

  “She is. But Evan Blake didn’t seem to like you. Do you know him?”

  “Why would you think that?”

  “I’ve known Evan for years. He’s a brilliant attorney and pretty unflappable. He looked shocked when he met you.”

  “I think he was jealous for his friend. Why else would he tell you that Paul was single?”

  “I couldn’t care less about that.”