Slick

Slick Copyright © April 2009, Dahlia Rose Cover art by Sugar and Spice Press © April 2009 This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. Sugar and Spice Press North Carolina, USA www.sugarandspicepress.net

“Ignorant, self-absorbed, white haired...” Chrissie Montgomery slammed the door to her apartment and shrieked. “Blasted men’s club!” She threw her black three inch heels across the room in a show of tantrum. Chrissie was so mad she could spit nails. She had worked for Landon, Smith and Burns since she left college. They recruited her right after graduation. Jonathan Smith himself had called her a go-getter, the new wave of the company. New wave of the company my ass! They use all her ideas, and she got no credit whatsoever, none. Instead she was stuck as a junior VP and Matthew Hodge, someone who was as dumb as a bag of hammers, gets promoted to vice president! Chrissie replayed the day in her head over and over again as she slammed ice cubes into her glass and poured a twelve year old scotch over the ice. She downed that one drink and poured herself another before walking to her couch and flopping down into the black leather cushions. Matthew had the nerve to call her in his ‘new’ office like the cocky bastard he was and tell her if she played nice with him, he’d take her to the top with him. Is he out of his mind? She knew exactly what he meant. He had tried enough over the last six years to get into her bed. Now he thought he was in a position of power to make it so. He wanted her to give him her ideas while they shared a pillow, and then he would rise while she became what, the company whore? His slimy head broke out in sweat when she refused, and she told him exactly what she thought of his offer. He needed her ideas to make himself look like the man. All those business dinners where he acted like a friend she could bounce ideas off of was a joke. He was picking her brain, but no more. The free food was over. He’d have to work for his supper or get booted back down to junior exec in the firm. If they let him pick his team and her name was called she would refuse then and there. “I would quit first before I give him the satisfaction of having me under him in any way,” Chrissie muttered before she took a sip of her drink. The remote was hidden in between the cushions of her couch. Chrissie found it quickly and flicked on her television mounted on the wall over the fireplace. Her high-rise apartment was her sanctuary, and there she could get over the crappy day she had and just relax. After a half an hour of mindless viewing she still couldn’t get the day’s events out of her head, and her anger still simmered beneath the surface. She contemplated getting dressed and going to the boxing rink for a workout. Hitting a heavy bag and pretending it was Matthew or even Jonathan Burns might get rid of her aggression. Her phone rang just as she began to lever herself off the couch and head to the bedroom for her workout clothes. Chrissie leaned over and took the cordless from its base. “Hello?” “Hey mama, how goes your day?” The voice on the other end of the line was her best friend Michelle. She was a hot Spanish beauty with a fiery personality, and they had been inseparable since high school. In the New York school system when they were growing

up you needed at least one good person to have your back. That was Michelle Morales in a nutshell. “You do not want to know, Chelle. It sucked to high heaven.” Chrissie sighed and began to relate the day’s events to her friend. Michelle cussed a blue storm in Spanish causing Chrissie to grin as she related the story. Talking to her best friend always made her feel better. “Well let me tell you something, I think you should quit,” Michelle said after the story had ended. “You, mamasita, are too good for that place. They are always going to treat you like you are a glorified secretary there. You know there are tons of companies who want you to work for them.” “But I have already put six years in with them. I figured I’d be able to at least show them that I had what it takes to be a vice president at the company. No one works like me, Chelle. No one brings in as many new accounts as I do.” Chrissie felt tears prick the back of her eyes. “I know but look at how they still left you in that small office with no window and promoted a snake in the grass,” Michelle reminded her. “Babe, it’s time to reassess your options.” Chrissie listened silently knowing in her heart that what Michelle was saying was more than likely the best option. But she did not want to believe it. “Here is what you should do,” Michelle said over the line. “And what would that be?” Chrissie said with dry humor. “Go out, have fun, and be wild. Let your hair down and break free,” Michelle announced. “You live in Manhattan. Go and do something fun!” Chrissie laughed at how whimsical Michelle made it sound to get out on the town. “Well thank you for the advice, but I think I just want to stay in and eat a pint of ice-cream.” “Do I have to come from Brooklyn and make you go out?” Michelle asked firmly. “No sweetie, you have enough on your plate with the business, Raul, and a new baby,” Chrissie replied. “If I decide to let my hair down, I’ll let you know.” “Fine, fine,” Michelle said in a resigned voice. “But you have to be the one to make a change. No one else can do it for you.” “Thank you, Dr. Morales,” Chrissie said. “I love you, girlie.” “Love you too.”

Chrissie hung up the phone and lay across her couch with a long sigh. She threw her hand over her eyes and gave a snort of humor. Maybe she would go out and let loose. She needed a new perspective, a new outlook on life. But for tonight she would forget her troubles. And she knew exactly where to go and let herself become someone else for the night. **** It was nine o’ clock and Chrissie stood in front of the full length mirror staring at the woman who stared back at her with bright eyes glittering with anticipation. Gone was the tapered black business suit and the tight hairstyle she pulled her hair into every morning to look professional. Now instead a sexy Nubian woman stood looking back at her. Red stiletto heels graced her feet, and a silver anklet made her long smooth legs look sexy as hell. A jade green wraparound skirt flared above her knees with a slit that showed a peek of the smooth skin hidden beneath. The fabric shimmered as she moved her hips seductively to make it sway. The top she wore matched the color of her skirt. In the front a silver Chinese dragon print ran straight up to the high collar around her neck. At the back, well there was no back. Chrissie turned and looked at the expanse of creamy chocolate skin. The top clipped at the neck and the waist leaving her back exposed. She cinched her hair at her nape letting the ponytail hang over her shoulder with sliver clip. With soft brown eyes she appraised herself. Pouty red lips smiled in satisfaction at the reflection in the mirror. Tonight she was not Ms. Montgomery financial analyst for one of the most prestigious firms in Manhattan. Tonight she was a woman who could crook her finger and have men panting to be next to her. Taking up the small red clutch purse and the soft leather coat to guard against the cool night breeze off the river Chrissie left her apartment and waved at the doorman as she walked through the door. She took a cab to the one place she knew she would be safe. She wanted a wild night of flirtation but was not going to go looking for trouble. The Mustang’s Stable stood out in between the elite restaurants close to Penn Station and Madison Square Garden. Its gritty rock music and scratched hardwood floors were completely different to the ambiance of classical piano music of the other places to eat. Potato skins and Buffalo wings were part of the menu. Good beer was always on tap, and pool tables lined the back room. This was a place Chrissie could relax, and she came here whenever she needed to get away and let her proverbial hair down. The people were friendly, and the Guinness flowed freely. Chrissie walked in, and a few friendly faces stood out in the crowd. Cat calls and whistles told her exactly how her outfit looked, and when she took off her coat to sit at the bar those whistles turned to hoots and hollering for her to come over and hang out. “Looking very…um…appealing tonight, Slick. Special occasion?” the bartender came over and drawled.

This was who Chrissie came to see. She let her lips form into a smile. “Why, Mac, can’t you say the words? I look sexy as hell, and no there is no special occasion.” “I’m going to have to pull the bat from behind the bar if some fool tries anything, Chrissie,” Mac said. Chrissie saw how his eyes roved over her face and the heat that flared in their depths. “Keep Stella the bat behind the bar, Mac. I’ll be a good girl tonight.” “Not too good I hope.” Mac’s hand grazed her fingertips as he placed her customary Guinness in front of her on the bar. “For you, Mac, I could be a very, very naughty girl,” Chrissie said suggestively. “Let’s see where the night goes,” Mack replied as he walked away to serve another customer. Chrissie felt the wetness pool between her thighs. Mackenzie Dempsey, better known as Mac, was the owner and bartender of The Mustang’s Stable. The attraction between them began two years ago when he first opened his bar, amidst the sound of protest from the other elitist restaurant owners who thought it too lowly to be on the block. She was drawn to the county rock one night after a disgustingly boring dinner with colleagues. Then she was even more drawn by the sexy Texas transplant who took the coat of her suit and threw it on the bar and pulled the pins from her hair while telling her to relax. The rest of the night he taught her to play pool and even convinced her to open a few buttons of her shirt. As the night wore on he gave her the nickname Slick, and that is what everyone in the bar started calling her anytime she came through the doors. By the time the bar closed they were still there talking and laughing and oh when he kissed her Chrissie forgot where she lived for a moment when he ravaged her mouth. She liked the persona the bar gave her, sexy, wanton woman who played pool like a shark when need be. It was so far away from her usual job she longed for it sometimes like a drug. The carefree way she could be herself instead of stuck behind a desk crunching numbers for someone else’s reward. Chrissie turned her attention back to Mac. His gorgeous hazel eyes always seemed to penetrate to her soul. Even when they took their relationship to a sexual level it was always just for fun. Chrissie always thought she saw more in his eyes, more than them just being friends with benefits. Or maybe she saw what was mirrored in her own eyes. Every time they got together it felt harder and harder to leave him. But he always let her go for weeks at a time until she came back for more. He never put strings on her, and sometimes Chrissie wished he would. But she wouldn’t think about it tonight. He grinned at her from the other side of the bar, his sandy blond hair falling over his forehead for a second before he pushed it back into place. His hips were lean and sexy in his customary jeans, and she knew how broad his shoulders were under the Rolling Stones T-shirt. She

always promised that one of these days she would ask him where it was going. But Chrissie feared the answer she might get. He might just like playing with Slick the sexy girl that he taught to play pool. “Man you’re deep in thought tonight. Not one sip of your beer.” Mac came back over and stood by the shiny mahogany bar. “Something wrong, Slick?” “Just a long ass day, Mac, where nothing went right at work” Chrissie smiled up at him. Even on the barstool he was taller than her by at least a foot. “Wanna talk about it?” “Nope, I came here to forget about it.” “Well then let’s forget about it, darlin’,” Mac drawled as he picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “How about a game of pool? I haven’t seen you in here in weeks so you are probably rusty.” “Ha. Dream on, buddy. I am still as sharp as a tack!” Chrissie scoffed, and she slid off the bar stool and grabbed her beer. “Let one of the girls take over the bar. The first game is yours.” She walked casually over to the wide back room where neon signs promoting different kinds of beer and alcohol graced the walls. On the roof stood a wide chandelier type fixture except it was not elegant. It had deer horns that protruded outward, and each prong was decorated with a different color woman’s bra. Chrissie grinned as she looked up. The Friday night ritual still went on strong at The Mustang’s Stable. Free tequila shots for the woman or women who got up on the pool table and danced before taking off her bra and hanging it on the rack of horns. The sign closest to it spelled it out in no uncertain terms, ‘When you’re stacked, hang those cups on the rack.’ Chrissie could still spot her turquoise blue lacy bra up there from when she first came in and dared to do the deed. A couple of shots had helped loosen her up enough to do it. “What’s your game tonight, little lady,” Mac drawled. He gathered up the multi-colored balls into the triangle holder that would set them up for the game. “Eight ball. Who breaks and scores first takes high or low balls,” Chrissie announced firmly. She chalked the tip of her pool cue and stared him directly in the eye. Mack whistled. “Slick, you are ready to it on tonight aren’t you?” “Bring it all on, baby. Nothing is off limits.” Chrissie blew the end of her pool cue hoping Mac caught the innuendo. From the look in his eyes she could see he did. He nodded, and a smile touched the corner of his lips. “It seems tonight the bets are stacked in my favor.”

With the Dixie Chicks singing from the speakers and the noise of the patrons in the background, Chrissie bent over and sent the white cue ball flying toward its goal. The crack of it hitting the other balls filled the air and the game was on, in more ways than one. **** The night wore on, and Chrissie was having the time of her life. She almost beat Mac in their game, but of course he was way better than her. At the end he pulled her close and kissed the tip of her nose in affection. “The master still rules,” he said before he walked away to go back and make sure the bar was running smoothly. Those words sent shivers up her spine of things to come. He would always be the dominant one, the master, and she anticipated his touch. More offers for a game of pool soon started to come in from both men and women. The women just liked to hang out and have a good time. The men hoped for something more, but of course it would never happen especially under Mac’s watchful eye if anyone got too close. It was already after one by the time people started leaving to head home and after two before the last of his bar hands left and Mac closed and locked the front door. Chrissie sat at the bar nursing the glass of Guinness she had drank down to half. No one questioned why she was still there. The staff and a few of the regulars knew they were kind of an item. Mac came up behind her and rubbed her shoulders. “Long night huh?” “I should be saying that to you,” Chrissie replied. She let her back press against his hard chest and purred under his touch. “Doesn’t mean I am going to stop you from doing that though.” Mac chuckled, and she felt it vibrate against her. “You always become my purring little kitten when I do this…. So I haven’t heard from you in about three weeks, babe.” Chrissie sighed. She knew this conversation was coming. “Work’s been a bear, Mac. I’m sorry.” “Um-Hmm, the work that you don’t tell me about, Chrissie? I am beginning to think you are part of some secret government operation or just slumming when you come here to get some.” Mac’s voice was steady, but Chrissie felt his touch change. She turned on the barstool until he stood between her legs. “Do you want to know more about me, Mac? Is that what you’re asking?” “I want what you want to give me, honey, and if that’s just your body I guess that’s what I’ll take.” Mac stared at her. “Whatever else there is I am not going to ask for it. You’ll do it in your time or not at all.”

“So you’re giving up that easily?” Chrissie questioned him. Mac cupped his hand under her chin and brought her lips to his and whispered, “I’m not giving up anything, Slick. I am letting you set the pace.” Oh no, you have set the pace. That was the last thought in Chrissie’s head before her mind went blank from his kiss. His tongue penetrated her mouth, and the kiss boiled over into feverish in only a matter of seconds. Chrissie gripped the material of his T-shirt at his sides and let the sensation take her away. As he devoured her mouth she did the same to him, letting go of her inhibitions and immersing herself into his taste. She lifted the stretched cotton over his head revealing the warm skin beneath and the soft mat of hair on his chest. Chrissie wrapped her legs around his waist, the soft jade skirt moving back easily because of the slit. Mac was pressed intimately against the lace panties she wore beneath. They were already damp with her body’s want. “God, I can smell your sex already,” Mac whispered as he trailed kisses down her neck. “I’m not going to take you here. I’m going to please you where you shine, Slick.” Chrissie was past speaking when he lifted her into his arms. She locked her legs around his waist as he walked back toward the pool table with her wrapped around him. Chrissie felt his hand open the clasp that held her shirt at her neck and them the clasp at her waist causing her top to fall free. Her luscious breasts fell free, and Mac lifted her higher into his arms and took the already hard nipple into his mouth. She shuddered when his warm mouth closed over the sensitive bud. “Oh that’s what I like, daddy.” Mac’s lips left her breast. “I’ll give you much more than that, sweetheart.” He let her feet slide to the ground. Chrissie saw that they were right back where the night had started, in front of the pool table she played at all night. Gone were the balls and the cue stick. The green felt was spread out and empty. “Take everything off, Slick. Leave the shoes,” Mac ordered. Chrissie almost came when he told her what to do. She untied the sash at her waist and let the wrap around skirt fall to the floor in a pool of jade and silver. She shimmied the red lace thong she wore underneath down her long legs and stepped out of it. She stood tall, sexy, and completely nude before him. The dim lights of the bar played across his face, and she watched desire light in his eyes. “Sit on the pool table and spread your legs,” Mac said Without taking her eyes off him she took the two small steps back that brought her ass against the cool mahogany surface of the table’s edge. Chrissie slid back onto the green

felt. Slowly she lifted one leg until the stiletto heel of her shoe was pressed into the table. His eyes never left her when she did the same to the other leg. She sat near the edge of the table exposed, her body tight with anticipation, her pussy moist waiting for his touch. Mac came forward slowly. His hands worked the metal fastener to unclip his jeans which he pushed down his legs, easily taking his boxers with them. His cock was already hard and thick. Chrissie wanted to jump off the table to her knees and take the length of him into her mouth to receive his taste. Her desires would be met in good time when Mac told her she could. It was part of the game they played, and she loved every minute of it. He knelt in front of her. His hand was warm against her stomach as he looked up at her. “I’m going to lick you until you come,” Mac told her. “You are going to take it, every flick of my tongue until you scream my name, and then I’ll stop. Do you understand?” Chrissie swallowed and nodded. “No nods, baby. You know how to play,” Mac chastised her. ‘Yes, daddy, I understand.” She licked her lips and waited for the first touch of his lips. She shifted restlessly as Mac held her gaze for what seemed the longest of times before he touched her. His fingers spread the soft shaved folds of her pussy, and he blew gently on the sensitive flesh. Chrissie gasped, and her ass shifted against the course material of the pool table. “Don’t move,” he whispered, and Chrissie tried her best to stay still under his ministrations. “You smell so good, baby, like something exotic I can have as I treat. I can have as much as I want can’t I, Slick?’ ‘Yes, you can, daddy. Please, please do it,” Chrissie begged. She couldn’t take the waiting much longer. “Such a dirty girl.” Mac chuckled. “I won’t make you wait any longer.” With those words she felt the first touch of his tongue against her wet pussy. Chrissie gasped, and her body scooted away from his lips, but Mac’s hands were right there to bring her back to the source of her pleasure. From there his lips tasted, and his tongue tormented her until her body could only shudder and spasm in pleasure. Chrissie dug her fingers into the sandy blond hair at his nape and pulled him closer. But when his tongue sunk into the soft pink center of her those same fingers tried to push him away. “Oh, I can’t stand it, Mac! I just can’t!” Chrissie threw her head back and felt the beginning of her orgasm at her core. “I’m going to come.” Mac was silent. His answer was to suck on her clit and send her over the edge of reality into the abyss of pleasure. Chrissie held onto his head for dear life as her body shook

from the intense orgasm he wrung from her. She knew it was not done. She could see it in his eyes when he finally lifted his head from her pussy and stared into her eyes. His gaze smoldered with desire and something else. Chrissie couldn’t tell what it was, but she could see a difference in his eyes. Her legs hung weakly off the edge of the table, Mac pulled her to her feet and devoured her lips in a smoldering kiss that made her body reignite into passion. “You drive me crazy, Chrissie. Do you know that?” Mac whispered against his lips. “Your taste and your body, God, everything about you makes me wild.” “Mac, you do the same to me. You know that,” Chrissie replied. “I want more of you,” Mac said. “Turn around and bend over the table, honey.” One more order that sent desire spiraling through her as she turned and braced her hands against the table. She spread her legs and left her body exposed to him once more in a different kind of way. His lean body slid against hers as he went to his knees and his breath against the center of her longing. Is he going to lick my pussy again? No, Chrissie knew he would not do that twice. Instead his fingers played at the entrance of her snatch before she felt the digit slip into her body. Chrissie bit her lip as he found the secret spot deep within the caverns of her pussy and pressed it gently with the pad of his finger. The folds of flesh became heavy and full with arousal, and her snatch dripped in anticipation. “Do you like that?” Mac had stood and now while his finger was doing delicious things to her, his breath was against the nape of her neck. “I asked, Slick, do you like that?” “Oh, yesss.” The words were hissed out between her teeth. “More, daddy, please.” He obliged her by inserting another finger into her soaking wet entrance. The two stretched the flesh of her body and made her moan in pleasure. His fingers started a slow delicious pace that promised nirvana at the end of his handling of her core. Chrissie felt it building inside her once more, but wanted to experience everything Mac was giving her. She knew she would have to ask if she wanted to receive. “Harder, Mac, faster. Make me come!” she gasped out. Her request was met with silence which was his way. Instead she felt soft kisses at her neck before he plunged his fingers inside her and gave her what she wanted. He pistoned his digit in and out of her. Chrissie could hear the wetness of her body as his hand slapped against the soft flesh of her thigh. This was what she wanted. Chrissie’s moans became cries of pleasure, and his fingers dug into the pool table’s green felt. “Oh, God, yes. Oh, God, yes!” Her orgasm took hold of her with a tight fist and shook her entire body.

Mac did not stop until he had wrung every last drop from her body and a puddle of her nectar was on the hardwood floor. Her breath was expelled from her body in short bursts. Chrissie let the top half of her body lie against the pool table while her legs were still spread and exposed to Mac. “My turn,” he growled and settled between her legs from behind. She felt his turgid length against her pussy before he rammed it inside her. His cock pulsed deep within the fold of her snatch as she wiggled against him. “Ah, baby, don’t move like that. You’ll make me blow my load before I even get a chance to feel you properly,” Mac gasped. “I want to feel you, Mac, deep. Make me scream for it,” Chrissie replied. She knew her words drove him crazy. “Fuck me, daddy. Make me come all over your cock!” Mac grabbed her hips and pumped the length of his rod into her. Chrissie took every inch of him as he pounded her body into submission. Their guttural moans filled the empty bar as they immersed themselves in the pleasure haze they created. Wild, feral, hot sex, this was what she needed, and Mac always provided that and more. He pulled from her suddenly, leaving an empty space that Chrissie longed to be filled by him. “I want something more, sweetheart. Can I take it?” Mac asked. She felt the tip of his cock pressed against the tight brown button hole of her anus, and her body shuddered in eagerness. Chrissie turned her head and looked behind her at Mac. Passion was etched in his face like he was cut from smooth marble. The dim lights of the bar bounced off his hard body. She nodded her approval. She wanted to feel him there just as much as he wanted to sink himself into this forbidden place. Mac used his fingers to coat her anus wither own wetness before he did the same to his cock. With slow deliberation the tip of his manhood breeched the tight hole and took her anally inch by torturous inch. He let her body become accustomed to his thick length until he was buried to the hilt inside her ass. Chrissie was almost delirious with the feel of him. Her mind whirled with scenes of intense sexual images with them at the center of it all. Him fucking her while people watched, a threesome with him taking her while she licked at some girl’s pussy. They all fueled her need until she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Now, Mac. Take me hard!” she pleaded. Mac moved, and together they were lost, the tight confines of her anus causing pleasurable friction for them both. She gripped the table right and raised her ass higher so he could take more of her forbidden cavern. Mac slipped two fingers inside her pussy once more, and as the pumped her ass, his fingers fucked her pussy. The two sensations sent her over the edge, and Chrissie screamed her release. Mac was right behind her. His

harsh groan signaled his orgasm before he filled her with his hot seed. Seconds ticked away before they both slid exhausted to the cool hardwood floor. They lay there in silence still reeling from the explosive release they shared. Chrissie rolled to face him and smiled with satisfaction. “Oh, I can always count on you to make a bad day way, way better.” “Is that all I am here for, Chrissie?” Mac waved his hand in the air. “I mean this is all good, and sex with you is never boring. But maybe you could come home and find me waiting with a nice dinner, and you could tell me what made your day bad.” “I thought you liked it this way,” Chrissie said. “It was a good way to start, but now I feel like you are just slumming when you come to see me. For a great fuck and then see ya until next time, Mackie boy,” he replied. His sexy gaze bore into hers. “Don’t you want something more, or do you just want screw and play pool every couple of weeks?” He flashed a gentle smile. “I’m a good catch, lady. Better scoop me up before someone else does.” Chrissie searched his face, wondering when their relationship turned the corner and came to the crossroads where they now stood. Mac made his opinion known very clearly, and now the ball was in her court. She sat up with the hardwood floor cool against the naked flesh of her ass and gave him a sidelong look. “You want to know my life, well come on, stud. Get dressed. We’re going to my place,” Chrissie told him firmly. “Oh I get to see the sanctuary,” Mack teased. “Will there be whips and chains over a pool table, Slick?” Chrissie grinned. “I am not everything you think you see, Mac.” Finally they stepped out into the night. Instead of hailing a cab, Mac’s chrome and black custom-made motorcycle sat out front. With a wink he hopped on and patted the seat behind him. He showed her how to hop on the back, and she held on exhilarated and excited by the ride through almost empty Manhattan streets to the place she called home. **** Chrissie looked up at her apartment building as Mac’s big monster of a motorcycle roared up to the glass doors. She hid her smile as inside the doorman’s eyes widened when he saw her get off the bike. “You actually live here?” Mac asked dubiously.

“You thought I lived in a walk up over a bakery or Chinese place or something didn’t you?” Chrissie grinned. “Yes, I actually do live here. No, a sugar daddy doesn’t keep me, and I don’t come from money. I worked for everything I have.” They entered the doors, and Chrissie again twiddled her fingers in greeting at the openmouthed doorman. Together they walked over to the shiny metal door of the elevator and took the silent machine up to her apartment. When Mac walked inside Chrissie watched his eyes widen in disbelief as he looked around. She waved her hand around. “Welcome to my sanctuary.” “You are slumming when you come to the bar aren’t you?” Mac whistled as he looked around. “What the hell do you do for a living?” Chrissie frowned with disapproval. “See that’s why I wanted to keep this part separate from you and me. I do not or ever will think of you or the people I meet at the bar as slumming.” Mac raised his hands. ‘Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Slick.” “I work as a financial advisor for Landon, Smith and Burns,” Chrissie muttered under her breath. “Whoa, the place that is always on the TV?” Chrissie nodded, and Mac grinned. “That means you could have been helping me with my portfolio.” “Ha, ha very funny.” Chrissie slapped him on the chest before he grabbed her arms and pulled her close. “I am not a complete hick, Chrissie. I do know about stocks, bonds and investing, I do it quite a lot.” Mac kissed the tip of her nose. “Now tell daddy, why the bad day today.” Chrissie sighed and laid her head against his broad chest. It was easy to let everything spill about the last six years and how her job was basically stolen from her by a man who wanted to use her as a mistress and steal her ideas. But the time she was done she could feel the tension in Mac’s body. It felt good to be held and to be secure in the arms of a man who wanted nothing from her but to be part of her life. “Do you want me to go beat him up?” Mack’s tone was grim. “Because I will break him in places he never knew he had bones.” “You’d do that for me?” Chrissie was touched by the sentiment of bodily harm to her nemesis Matthew. “In a heartbeat, Slick. No one messes with my woman,” Mac replied.

“Is that what I am, your woman?” Chrissie looked up with her heart doing skips in her chest. This time Mac took her lips in a fierce kiss before answering. “From the first day you stepped into that bar, you were mine. So if you want him beat up consider it done.” “That is one of the sweetest, yet disturbing things anyone has ever said to me but no, I don’t want him beat up. I just would love to figure out what to do.” Chrissie sighed and put her head back on to his chest. “I look at it this way, babe. Your client list has to be pretty big from what you have been telling me. I say Monday morning you go in there and tell them you want the job that is rightfully yours or you walk.” Mac told her of his idea. “I know for a fact if you walk, your clients will follow you to wherever you decide to go which will make any other company line up and drool for you and make those stuffed shirts lose millions. So walk in and let them know you are a hot commodity and you are willing to walk away with half their clients in tow.” “You really think I should?” Chrissie walked to her contemporary kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from her stainless steel wine refrigerator. Hope sprang in her chest, and she wondered if she could pull off this kind of coup to knock Matthew Hodge off his throne. Mac walked over and took the glass of wine she offered him. “Oh, I think you should and could do it, honey. Be the shark you are when it comes to pool.” “Okay, I’ll do it!” Chrissie said firming her shoulders. She threw Mac a grin. “So now you know everything. What do you think?” “I think you should come and kiss me before I find a bedroom in this place and christen the bed to knowing me,” Mac suggested. ‘I plan to be around a lot.” “I like the sound of that.” Chrissie stepped into his arms and let his lips take her someplace that not even the strongest drink could. He drugged her senses with passion, and now she was thrilled he wanted to be in her life in every way. “The bedroom is the last door on the right.” “Are you giving me orders, Slick?” Mac teased. He lifted her off her feet, and her legs wrapped around his waist. “I am just taking a little bit of initiative,” Chrissie teased before her lips nibbled on his lightly. “Initiative is very good. You keep that up and we are not going to make it to the bedroom.” He growled against her lips. His breath smelled like the glass of Shiraz he was drinking.

Their tongues met and dueled for control before compromising and mated sensually from mouth to mouth. He moved with her still in his arms and followed her directions to her bedroom, never breaking the kiss until they stood next to her bed. Chrissie laughed out loud when he playfully bit her neck. “I can’t believe this is happening. I thought it would always be separate. This life and the one I go to when I come to the bar.” “This was all my master plan to wear you down until you gave in to my charms and showed me your life,” he murmured while he pressed tiny kisses against her neck. “God, you smell so good, and you taste even better.” Chrissie giggled and then gasped as she felt his lips suck on the skin of her neck. “I’m sure, Mac, so very sure.” She stepped away from him and reached around her neck to unclasp the top she took off before and then the skirt. The red material of her thong slipped to the floor. She felt his hot gaze caress her every luscious curve. His eyes traveled to every dip and hollow. Her hands followed the line of his gaze on her body, the upturned globes of her breasts with erect nipples, the spot where the red lacy thong was showed the smooth skin that hid the secret pleasures between her thighs. They moved toward each other as if drawn together by some invisible cord, and lips met in a fierce kiss. His hands roamed her body, cupped the curve of her ass, and then moved upward to fill his palms with her firm breasts. Chrissie moaned in her throat when his fingers played with her nipples. His cock was hard against her belly, and she longed for him to sink himself into her pussy and immerse himself in her. He pushed her until the back of her knees touched the side of the bed, only breaking the kiss to give her a gentle nudge so she fell against the soft pillow top mattress. Chrissie met his gaze as she lay on the coverlet on her bed that was covered in embroidered petals. Her breath caught when she looked into his eyes which were filled with desire as he knelt next to her. She could now recognize what she saw in his eyes before. It was love or the beginnings of the emotion. Either way Chrissie knew she would accept it as willingly as her body accepted him. Mac’s fingers traced the outline of her lips and moved downward. He circled her nipples and traced the underside of her breasts. She gasped letting him know how much his touch pleased her. “Your body is so delicate, Chrissie, so sensitive to my touch. Should I continue to see how much you can stand?” he whispered while he continued tracing along her skin. Chrissie gasped, and her body arched off the bed seeking his fingers as they played along her skin. “Yes, touch me more, Mac.” He leaned over and took her lips in a lingering kiss. His tongue furrowed and danced with her in her mouth. Chrissie felt his hand go down her body to the apex of her thighs. She

spread them willingly, and his fingers slipped between the already moist secret fold of her pussy. His lips traveled to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth as his finger circled the tight bud of her clit. Chrissie arched against his hand as sensations suffused her body, and she cried out in pleasure. “Mac please!” She knew he would not to be deterred from his task. He wanted her to meet her pinnacle of pleasure under his manipulations of her body. Her hands reached out and stroked his cock. She watched as his closed in pleasure, and he pushed his cock against her hand. Chrissie thought he would give into the temptation she offered, but he did not. Instead he continued to lave and play with each of her nipples while his fingers spread her pussy and slipped deeply inside her. Her body bucked under his hand. A low moan escaped her lips as he used his fingers to bring her to the heights of pleasure. “You like that, baby? Do you want more?” Mac emphasized his words by pressing his fingers deeper inside her. “Yes, yes, yes!” she begged on a gasping breath. God, yes she wanted more. She wanted it all. No matter how many times he touched her, she could never get enough. This time was different than all the others. He could be hard, rough and make her beg for mercy under the onslaught of his desire. But now he combined their forceful sexual exploits with gentle lovemaking. It was a heady blend for her senses. Her hips undulated against his hand as Mac continued to fuck her with his fingers. He lightly rubbed her clit with his thumb and that touch sent her spiraling into her orgasm. She could feel her own body clench and unclench around his fingers then flow with her come. Mac moved over her as if he could not wait any longer. He pulled her legs around so that her head was facing the bottom of the bed. Even as she tried to catch her breath Mac lifted her legs against her chest and they both watched as his cock slid between the lips of her pussy. When he pulled out of her and his cock was wet and slippery with her juices, each time a low moan was wrung from her lips as he moved inside her. She watched as his eyes closed in ecstasy while her hands wrapped around the smooth metal footboard of her bed. He lowered his lips to her breasts. Chrissie arched into his mouth, silently begging him to taste more, to take more. His cock sank into her while Chrissie’s hips rose to meet his thrusts, and she lost all thought. Instinct took over, and together they began that timeless rhythm that would take them both to the pinnacle of pleasure. Their harsh breathing filled the room. Chrissie felt as if she was being wound so tightly from the inside that she would break and fall into a million pieces. She couldn’t help the low cry heralding her release, and Mac pounded his cock inside her until he reached his own point of nirvana. With his harsh cry that was muffled against her neck, his body shuddered in his orgasm. Chrissie’s hands reached around and caressed

his back and traced the curve of his spine. As her fingers trailed over his damp skin she felt as each touch caused delicious sensations to course through him, and he shivered. She smiled triumphantly exalting in the fact she could cause him such pleasure. He bit her lightly on the shoulder when she giggled at his reaction. “Naughty, naughty, Slick, don’t make me spank you. “Promise me, daddy,” she whispered knowing that right now neither of them could even move for him to go through with his threat. Chrissie nuzzled his chest when he rolled off of her pliant body and pulled her close. “So do you want to stay the night?” “As if you could get me to move anywhere at this point,” Mac replied sleepily. They moved together sluggishly, bodies tingly with leftover contentment while getting cleaned up to go to sleep. Tomorrow would be another day, and Chrissie knew that somehow it was brighter with Mac fully in her life. She had combined both her worlds of being “Slick” and the business woman. Together and with Mac by her side she knew her little slice of heaven would be a better place. He pulled her against him tightly letting the curve of her ass fit against him like a puzzle piece, and she signed in bliss as his arms wrapped around her. “Mac?” Chrissie said his name in the darkness. “Mmm-hmm?” came his sleepy response. “So when do I get to see your place?” “Tomorrow, Slick.” His soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, and she felt it against her back. Chrissie smiled before she slipped into the darkness that only slumber could bring. The End