Tia's Red Dress

Tia’s Red Dress By Marina Cross

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For the lover in all of us

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Tia’s Red Dress By Marina Cross

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“Have you ever felt so consumed by the desire for a certain man that the very thought of him makes you catch your breath?” Tia Jenning glided her smooth four-door Aston Martin along the early evening traffic bound for Phoenix from Tucson. “I can‟t say that I have,” murmured her distracted best friend, Christina Lopez. “I know you don‟t completely approve, but that‟s the way I feel about Scott.” Christina‟s voice was like a sigh within the sedan‟s warm confines. “It‟s not that I don‟t approve, Tia. I don‟t want to see you get hurt. I mean, you‟re rich and he‟s not.” Tia‟s original plan for easy pleasure hadn‟t included the option of getting hurt. God, she was always making plans. She had truly thought she could separate her desire for a good fuck from the man sexing her up. Six months ago, it had seemed simple enough. Find the passion that had been missing from her life. She would find a man to knock her socks off in bed, shag him, and then dump him. Then, she could get back to the business of focusing on her thriving landscape business. Yet, nothing could have prepared her for meeting Scott Jackson.

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The plan sounded callous to her ears now, but it had seemed like a good idea when she hatched it. Yet, Scott had unleashed a passion in her that couldn‟t be satisfied. All she could think of was fucking him, having him inside her, his roughened hands on her skin. Tia swore softly at the heavy traffic on Interstate-10. She and Christina were going to be late for Christina‟s boyfriend Kevin‟s birthday party. “Damn, I wish I‟d changed earlier,” she said to Christina. “Well, we both thought you‟d have time to change at my place.” Christina continued to sip her Pepsi out of a straw as their vehicle glided along like a snail though the heavy evening traffic. “Although, my girl, I must say you still look great in those jeans,” Christina clucked to herself. “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” Tia could see Christina gazing at her intently. “What really happened with you and Scott? Things were going pretty good between you. So, what‟s the scoop?” Tia fought to hold back a few unshed tears. “He found out about the plan.” “No! You didn‟t tell him, did you?” Christina had cautioned Tia against going forward with her plan to find a boy-toy, and Tia felt grateful for her friend‟s non-judgemental tone, especially in light of the fact that an “I told you so” was totally in order.

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“He found the whole thing written on an old notepad I‟d forgotten to throw out. Now he won‟t even speak to me.” Christina twisted to look at her. “Scott should know that he means more to you than just sex. Why don‟t you go see him and try to work things out?” “Christy,” Tia said, using her best friend‟s nickname since childhood, “I can‟t just show up and beg him to take me back.” “I‟m not suggesting you do that. How about trying the damsel in distress route?” “What do you mean?” Tia asked warily. Tia didn‟t like the wicked glint that lit in Christina‟s eyes. It showed she was about to get up to some mischief that spelled trouble for Tia. “Well, tonight you‟re a damsel in distress. You need to change your clothes for the party. Tell Scott that you didn‟t have any place nearby to change at, and would he mind very much if you changed at his place.” She gave Tia a silly, satisfied smile at her cleverness as she finished. “You‟ll be back in each others arms in no time.” Tia didn‟t for a minute think that Christina‟s scheme would work. After all, she and Scott had met up with a few obstacles on their road to each other -- the number one being he was white and she was black. The second problem was the difference in their incomes. He was an aircraft mechanic and she owned one of

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Tucson‟s biggest landscape firms. She almost didn‟t go out with him because of their differences. She‟d been so worried about what other people would say, but she‟d given into temptation the first time he‟d kissed her. After that, his big workman‟s body had become an irresistible impulse. “He won‟t buy that story, Christy.” “Why not?” she quipped. “You‟ve got your clothes with you, and I‟m with you looking pretty fine, if I do say so myself. Let‟s go see him.” “What?” Tia‟s eyes were focused on the traffic, but her voice bordered on incredulous. “You want me to go see him now?” “No time like the present,” Christina laughed. She smoothed down the edge of her electric blue dress with a smile. “You don‟t want me getting all the male attention, do you? God, Kevin is going come in his pants when he sees me in this.” Tia had to smile listening to Christina‟s happy banter. Her frankness about all things sexual was refreshing to Tia, who had always lived by a code of sexual restraint. However, Scott had broken through her restraint like a ram battering wood. Even now her body trembled at the thought of how his work-roughened hands felt on her skin.

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“I can tell by the look on your face that you want to try it, Tia.” Christina smiled at her. “Why don‟t we just stop by? Scott will be happy to see you. If not, then at least you know where you stand.” Tia pondered the thought of an unexpected drop-in, and with her decision made, said, “Okay. What have I got to lose?” They had just hit the outskirts of Phoenix and travelled fifteen minutes to Scottsdale, were Tia made a left on MacKillips Road and headed to Scott‟s apartment. Christina‟s voice was droning on about reunions and happy endings, but her voice had faded to the background of Tia‟s thoughts. Was this a mistake? Would Scott be happy to see her? She remembered only too well the hurt and disbelieving look in his eyes when he‟d said, “You planned to fuck me, then dump me?” She had tried to explain that her plan had fallen by the wayside the minute they met and that he was truly special to her. He hadn‟t believed her. Now she found herself hatching this desperate plan just to see him again and hoping against all odds that it would work. She pulled up outside of Scott‟s apartment a half-hour later. With her palms sweating, she looked up at his second-story window considering their situation. Although the curtains were drawn, Tia could make out the faint flicker

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of light behind the dark material. Was the television on? God! Was she doing the right thing here? She was wracked with nerves. Christina‟s voice gently broke into her thoughts. “Tia, you‟ve come all this way. Just try. It will be a yes or a no. I‟ll wait here.” Tia smiled fondly at Christina and slowly climbed from the car. She grabbed her overnight bag from the back seat. With unsteady legs, she slowly climbed the stairs toward Scott‟s door. She was about to turn and dart back down the stairs when Christina called from the car below, “Tia, don‟t you dare chicken out.” Squaring her broad, yet feminine shoulders, Tia continued up the stairs. The smile she had pasted on her face felt unconvincing. She was heartsick with tension. When she finally stood in front of his door and gave the solid white wood two tense quick knocks, her heart was beating faster than she could catch her breath. There was no answer. She knocked again. After a brief moment, she made out the faint sound of Zach, Scott‟s German shepherd, lightly trotting up to the closed door.

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The sound was followed by Scott‟s sleepy voice. “Just a sec.” A rustling came from inside, the closed door then gave a soft click, and swung inward to reveal a sleepy-eyed Scott, who blinked at her in surprise. “Tia,” he said with a bemused smile, “what are you doing here?” His voice sounded like smooth, warm cocoa. His deep-set golden hazel eyes seemed to take in all of her at once. She felt stripped to the core by the heat in his eyes, then disappointment when a shuttered expression overcame it. “I‟m in town for a party and I‟ve been stuck in traffic most of the evening. I was wondering if you‟d mind very much if I changed here.” “Mmm, you want to change here?” His expression remained closed and distant. She shifted uncomfortably in the silence following her request. They regarded each other now like two combatants, when just a mere two weeks ago they had melted from the sexual heat in each other‟s eyes. They stood regarding each other warily when a voice from downstairs shouted, “Hi, Scott.” As one they turned toward the sound, Scott glancing down the stairs with a frown. “Hey, Christina,” he said with a wave. Turning back to Tia with slightly narrowed eyes, he waved her inside. “I won‟t stay long,” she said quietly. She fought her impulse to flee from the silent accusation in his eyes.

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He stood regarding her for a moment with a guarded expression, and then quietly said, “I‟ve been meaning to call you. I‟d like to talk to you before you leave.” He walked away toward the living room, where the television played softly, without glancing in her direction again. “You know where the bathroom is.” “Okay, I‟ll just be a few minutes.” Shutting the bathroom door, she called herself a million foolish words. He looked angry. She groaned inwardly. He was about to tell her he never wanted to see her again. How could she have let Christina talk her into this? She quickly showered and dressed. She had chosen her new red mini dress. It was strapless number that fit her curves in all the right places. She pulled out a three-piece matching strapless bra, red thong, and garter set. She donned the racy undergarments, slowly smoothing a pair sleek, sheer tan stockings over her cocoa-colored skin. Her mind whirled on in nervous thought. Scott seemed to still be upset. How was she going to explain her way out of this mess? Releasing her long raven black hair from the ponytail that sat high upon her head, Tia frowned at herself in the mirror. Could she take it if he told her he never wanted to see her again? Smoothing down a few loose hairs, she sighed, noticing just how tense she looked. Scott had come to mean so much to her. She smiled softly as she thought

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of their once-easy friendship and how it had blossomed into something more. Would he throw everything away on a simple, stupid mistake from her past? No! He wouldn‟t, not if she had anything to say about it. With a determined thrust to her chin and fire in her eyes, she finished dressing. Slipping on high-heeled red sandals that Christine had deemed Tia‟s “fuck me” shoes, she noiselessly adjusted the metal clasps. With a final approving glance at herself, Tia went out to try to win back the man whose heart she‟d broken. “Scott?” Her voice sounded too high, too nervous, and she struggled to remain calm. The living room was empty. The darkened room was barely lit from the stilloperating television against the fall wall. The fan from the still-lit bathroom behind her was the only sound echoing in the quiet space. She walked further into the hallway. “Scott,” she said louder this time. “Did you still want to talk?” A light click came from behind her. “Don‟t turn around,” Scott said quietly. She didn‟t move a muscle or limb as she heard him walk up behind her with a steady stride. Her nipples tightened as he whispered in a velvet growl, “I don‟t think you came here to talk, Tia.” “I…” She trailed off as he inhaled her scent. “Mmm, you smell so good.”

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He was so close to her that she felt like she couldn‟t breathe because of the heat radiating off his body. Scott placed his hands on her shoulders. He growled. “You look like a little fuck toy tonight, Tia. Where do you think you‟re going dressed like that?” His deep-throated voice had always stimulated her. He was using it now like magic to turn her on. “I wanted to see you,” Tia whispered. “Well, I‟m here. But you haven‟t answered my question. You look like sex in that dress, Tia.” His right arm wrapped around her and he caressed her hip with a tense, strong hand. “Christina and I are going to a party.” Her voice felt husky and moist as it passed her lips, and she wanted nothing more than to press hers against his. Scott‟s voice came out with a slight catch. “You‟re going to let other men see you in this dress?” The word „dress‟ came from his mouth like a snake‟s hiss, and she trembled with tension. He pulled her back against him. He pressed his full length against her. The hard, sinewy contours of his masculine frame surrounded her, pressing along her back like a solid, sun-hot wall. “I‟ve been thinking about you, Tia,” he whispered against her ear. Tia felt his cock swelling, pulsating against the small of her back.

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“Do you want to know what I‟ve been thinking?” “Yes.” Her voice quavered with tension. “I‟ve been obsessed with feeling your pussy surrounding me again. You‟re always so tight.” Tia‟s belly coiled in tension at his words. He wanted her, but could he still love her? His lips drifted over the back of her neck. Then, with a swiftness that surprised her, Scott turned her toward the wall and pressed her into its plastered surface from breast to foot. “I‟ve missed you, Tia.” Scott said grudgingly. “Now you come here in that dress and tell me you‟re going to a party.” He pulled her hips and butt back toward him, letting her feel the proof of his growing erection twitching against her. “I‟ve missed you, too,” Tia groaned. “Be quiet!” Scott‟s voice sounded like a harsh river of need against her ear. “You‟ve been using me for sex. Now I know how some women feel,” he continued in a voice without mirth. “I trusted you. You used me. Now I‟ve decided that I‟d like to have my own fun.” Tia could not bear the pain in his voice, and it broke her heart to know she‟d been the cause of it, “Scott, I…”

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“Don‟t say anything, Tia.” He sighed and rubbed his full body against hers, and she trembled with need. “I‟ll leave, if you want me to,” she said. “Christina and I can…” “I said be quiet,” he growled as his hands began to roam over her. “I don‟t give a damn if Chris is outside. I want you.” His body pressed hers just a bit hard to the wall‟s cool surface. Then he began to slowly pull down the front of Tia‟s red dress, tweaking her nipples through the rough fabric of her strapless bra. Tia couldn‟t think in the tide of lust overwhelming her. Would it always be this way with him? She knew they needed to talk, but his randy manoeuvres were overwhelming her common sense. “Don‟t move.” Scott‟s voice was a pant in her ear. Her heart beat faster and faster in her chest as his hands moved downward toward the hem of her short skirt. He pulled it upward slowly with cool intent. She sighed as she felt the cool, smooth fabric bunching at her waist. Cool air caressed the exposed skin on her buttocks. Scott‟s next words were a hiss when he spotted the flimsy red thong she wore. “You little tramp.”

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She groaned softly as he pulled the material of thong aside. She could feel his eyes on her and she loved it. No words were spoken as he began to caress the skin he‟d exposed with large, calloused hands. “Are you wet for me?” Tia‟s blood felt like it was boiling as he continued driving her mad with desire. “I don‟t want anyone to see you in this dress, Tia.” Scott‟s hands settled on the zipper at the back of her dress. He slowly pulled it down. Then she found herself standing bare-skinned against the cold surface of the wall. Her nipples were tender and hard. She felt so exposed. “Do you want me, Tia?” “Oh, yes,” she hissed. His laugh was a husky sigh. “Well, you‟re going to have me right now. But, there‟s something I need to do first. Don‟t you dare move.” He moved toward the closed front door. Tia gave a start when he unlocked it. She had moved to cover herself when he turned to her and said, “Don‟t move, Tia.” She couldn‟t believe she complied. What was happening to her? She, the one who was always in control, was losing it…and she loved it.

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“Hey, Christina.” Scott said loudly from the crack he opened in the door. “Yes,” Tia could hear Christina moving up the stairs. “You don‟t need to come up. Tia and I have a few things to discuss. Can you head to the party without her?” “Sure,” Tia heard her say. “Does she want me to come back?” “No. We‟ll stop by the party later, maybe. Okay?” “Okay. Let her know I‟ll call her later. Bye, Scott.” Christina‟s voice was light as it faded away. Scott shut the door with a smooth click and stood regarding Tia in the dim space. “I‟m going to make you my fuck toy tonight, Tia. Are you ready?” He walked back toward her, pulling his t-shirt over his solid chest and throwing it carelessly to one side. Tia‟s throat was dry as he moved behind her. With flattened hands, he pressed her upper torso hard against the wall. “Pull down your panties, Tia. I want you to beg me to fuck you.” “Are you going to punish me, Scott, or love me?” He was quiet a moment as he considered her question. “Maybe a little of both. I won‟t hurt you, Tia. I need you.” She‟d never seen this side of him, and she had to admit she liked it.

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“Come on, Tia,” he whispered smoothly at her ear. “Don‟t you want to play my game? Or were you looking for a new sex toy in this dress?” “I only want to you, Scott.” “Good, then pull down your panties.” She knew she‟d hurt him, yet he still wanted her. She hoped she could get to his hardened heart, and tonight might be all she had. She tried to turn to him, but he wouldn‟t let her. “I don‟t want to talk now. I just want to be inside you.” He kissed the back of her neck, a slow, sensuous demand she had no desire to deny. Scott‟s lips felt moist and soft against her skin. He nipped and sucked at the nape of her neck where her dark hair curled at the back. He rubbed his body against hers, whispering, “Push back against me.” Tia could feel his hardened manhood straining in his jean shorts as he dryhumped her in practice for the ride to come. One-handed, he continued to press her upper torso against the wall while his other slid up her left side toward the exposed skin of her tit. It was randy and firm, the way he handled her then. He pinched her nipple carefully until it stood at greater attention. “Pull down your panties, Tia. Don‟t turn around. I want to see how nasty you can be when you do it.”

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Without breaking contact with the cool, plastered surface of the wall, Tia gave in to his request. She stuck out her ass slowly, invitingly, as her hands hooked into the thong‟s flimsy material, pulling it downward without haste. She could feel his eyes on her as she lowered it halfway down her thighs and stopped. She pressed her hands flat against the wall and waited for his next move. He didn‟t disappoint her. “Oh, that‟s good,” he whispered softly. “I should take a picture of you like this. Spread your legs farther apart.” Sweat began to gather between her shoulder blades and on her upper lip as she moved to do as he‟d asked. Her red shoes clacked on the stone floor beneath her feet. Their sex had always been good, but she‟d constantly held a part of herself back. Tonight, she‟d become another person and it was a relief to let go, to give in to his demands. In answer to his earlier question, Tia could feel the moistness between her legs. Tia heard Scott‟s tense breathing shift, the whispered lowering of a zipper, the shifting swish of boxers being removed. Then he was on her. His breathing was rushed, uneven as his hands moved over her. They slid down over her hips, lifting her a little higher as his left hand moved slowly downward to rest between her thighs.

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He parted the soft folds of her pussy and darted his middle finger inside, holding her against the wall when she tried to hump his hand. “I didn‟t say you could move yet, Tia.” A coil of fire unfurled in her belly at the feel of his finger moving in and out of her wetness. Scott‟s finger moved inside her tight wet spot. Her legs began to tremble from the force of her desire. “So wet,” he whispered against her ear. “You‟re so wet.” She could feel his ridged member twitching against her backside. “Oh, Scott,” she murmured. He slipped his finger out of her while still holding her against the wall. He inhaled sharply. “Your lips taste like sugar.” “Scott, please…” Tia gave a happy moan. “Please what, lover?” “I need you inside me.” Tia pushed her hips back against his. “Beg me,” he said. “Tell me you want to be my little fuck toy.” “Please.” She was panting now. “I want to be your fuck toy.” “Good,” he chucked softly. “Your wish is my command.”

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He nudged her legs a bit farther apart with his own. Tia looked down between her outstretched legs. She could see the tops of Scott‟s sneaker-shod feet on the floor between hers, leading up to his hairy, muscled calves. Her legs weakened as he entered her with a smooth thrust. She groaned happily listening to the slap, slap, slap of his hips and thighs against hers. He held on to her hips, driving into her without mercy. She loved the rough passion and heat in his touch. The scent of their mating rose high into her nostrils. She loved the feel of his sweaty damp skin on hers. Her happy moan of „more‟ was all Scott needed to hear. His breath was rushed as he panted in effort behind her. “You‟re so hot, Tia,” he groaned. “I‟ve never felt anything like how I feel for you.” The words passed from his lips with astonishment and a groan. He buried his lips against the side of her neck while he gathered her right breast in his hand and squeezed it roughly. Her heart took flight at his words. This wasn‟t just sex. She knew it now and hoped that by the end of the night, he would know it too. The heat of Scott‟s body on hers was like the hot Arizona sun. An SPF-90 sun block couldn‟t contain the burn that radiated between them. She panted, moaning with pleasure as his hardened cock moved in and out of her.

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“Is this the sex you wanted, Tia?” he demanded. “Or do you feel like something else?” His passionate movements stopped suddenly. He just rested still inside her, unmoving and tense. “Don‟t tease me, Scott!” He was quiet as his hands roamed over her. “I don‟t want this feeling to end just yet. Just breathe with me.” “Breathe?” His voice was a whisper, “I want to listen to you. I want to hear the moist heat flow from your lips, and I want you to remember tonight.” The room was quiet. She listened then to the low whisper of his breath flowing from his lips and let her own move to match it. In their heated coupling, Tia listened to Scott‟s breath behind her. He labored to hold himself back. The apartment was silent but for their breathing. Listening heightened the feelings growing inside her. She felt the moist sweat of his skin on hers, tasted her need in liquid feel of his breath at her ear and the sight of his paler hands on her tanned skin was tremulously exciting. Tia knew he wanted her pleasure to match his. He was a passionate soul, and in that moment, she realized his vulnerability seeing that it reflected her own. She‟d made this man an object, and for that she was sorry. “Scott, let me see you.”

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He was silent, and for a moment she wasn‟t sure he‟d agree to her request. Then, she felt him slip from her silken folds and step back. She turned toward him carefully, trembling, seeing him where he stood naked, glorious with his engorged cock at full attention. He regarded her with heavy, hooded eyes. “Since I‟ve been your object, Tia,” he said, “Do you like what you see?” “You‟re more than just an object to me, Scott.” “Prove it.” He turned away from her, moving toward the darkened living room. “How?” she asked. “You need to explain to me why you used me.” Tia could see sweat glimmering on Scott‟s shoulder blades and the bare skin of his buttocks as he moved toward the dimmed living room in his full naked glory. His workman‟s body was tense with checked desire. She wanted to run her hands over him and make him forget how foolish she‟d been. But he didn‟t glance her way, just walked into the living room. She followed behind him without a word, acutely aware of the sound of the high heels she still wore striking the tiled floor. She shivered in the cool room, more nervous than she‟d ever been. She, the successful business woman, was

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melted into putty by the force of her need, her desire, and her growing love for the man who quietly sat down unashamed on the couch before her. “So, talk.” His voice was solemn. She moved to put something on, but he said softly, “I didn‟t tell you to get dressed, Tia. Stay just like that.” He ran his hands down his own thighs as if holding himself in check. “I want to see you. Come and stand in front of me, explain why you used me.” Nervously, she moved closer to him until she stood directly in front of him. “Look at me,” he ordered. “I was never going to see you again. Make me change my mind.” Her eyes met his. “I didn‟t mean to hurt you, Scott.” “So, why did you?” The confession she was about to make pained her. She‟d never spoken the truth of her life aloud, especially not to someone from whom she desperately wanted love. Yet, she knew that in order to grasp a new future, she needed to gather him to her and not let go. Nothing could be between them when she did – no hidden barbs to pierce his heart later. “Have you ever been so lonely that you feel like your soul is just curling up and dying?” she asked him softly.

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He remained silent as she continued. “Before I met you, Scott, I was lost, so lost. I had everything that I could possibly want – money, the fancy car, life in high society. But, it never felt like enough.” She knelt in front of him, looking at him as the lifeline she so needed. “All my life had become was work, work. I came home nightly to a silent house, and I was lonely. I thought I could find someone just to ease the pain and give my body release. I thought that I could behave like a man.” His eyes darkened with anger as she continued, and he stood as if to leave. Electric fear shot through Tia. She grabbed his arm. “Please, Scott, let me finish,” Tia begged. She took a deep, quavering breath. “I saw you. I wanted you, but I didn‟t know I‟d love you the way I do. Please forgive me.” Three words broke the silence that followed her confession. “You love me?” His lips parted slightly with the inquiry. She stood then in front of him, wrapping her arms around him gazing up into his eyes with nervous tear filled eyes. “Yes. Don‟t let me go.” His eyes closed. Her gaze dropped to the floor between them as she waited. Suddenly, his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her into a hot, intense kiss meant to brand her as his. “I‟ve waited for awhile to hear you say that.” His voice

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was grave as their lips broke contact for the briefest of seconds. He kissed her again, slower this time. His lips that she dearly loved to kiss were like a sedative to her frayed nerves. He pulled her into his arms in a tender, calming embrace, and she knew then that they were going to stay together and she couldn‟t be happier. “I love you, too,” Scott said slowly. “I wasn‟t sure I could ever admit that. But, it‟s true. I was so angry with you, but I didn‟t stop loving you.” She trembled like a child in his arms. This was the feeling she‟d been seeking all her life. Not the money, the power, or ease she had. No, love was what she wanted, and she‟d finally found it with him. Tia‟s fears fell away. He was warmth, and she sank down into it, letting it carry her toward the goal of ultimate pleasure. “Will you stay with me?” he asked. Her husky laughter lit the night. “For forever.” “Then let‟s finished what we started.” With strong arms, he laid her down carefully. Spreading her legs, Tia wrapped her legs around his hips. He settled her over as his engorged cock sank into her slick silken folds. Their bodies met, breast to chest with legs and limbs wrapped around each other in tantric love. He stroked her back, holding her tighter and tighter to him as they made love.

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Tia felt the pulse of his sexuality move within her. He gazed into her eyes. There was no concern or denial of the intensity between them. It was the rhythm of the night as his sweat-slicked torso moved against hers. She rubbed her body against the full length of him. “Oh, oh, Scott…” she cried softly. He silenced her deepening cries with a hard kiss. “Do you like it?” He leaned over her, slowly looking down at her body with heavy eyes. “Look at where we‟re joined.” He was a pale pole within her cocoa silky folds. “I love looking at you this way, so lusty and dirty.” He kissed her lips with a contented sigh. “Take your pleasure.” He pushed deeper into her. His words were the magic that carried her over the edge into a place where nothing but vibration and sensation existed. When she exploded wetly over him, it was so good she almost cried. Tia came back to herself to find that she was still wrapped in his arms. He was still hard. He looked at her with heavy, hooded eyes. “In or out?” For a moment she couldn‟t understand what he meant, so great was the climax she‟d had. Finally, after what seemed like a long time, she realized he was asking whether she wanted to be ridden ride once more or do something else.

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“Out,” she said with a lusty sigh. Tia serviced him there as he sat on his couch until he burst into her mouth. He groaned loud and long. He opened his eyes with a pleased sigh. “I love you, woman. Come here.” They sat wrapped in each other‟s arms, holding and caressing one another. Tia drifted toward sleep as Scott carefully laid her down against the sofa‟s soft cushions whispering, “I‟m going to get a drink, Kitten.” She smiled at his endearment while he covered her with a blanket and then padded into his kitchen. Tia‟s satisfaction was complete. She had the man she loved back. As Scott exited the kitchen to rejoin her on the couch, she couldn‟t help smiling, spotting her red dress on the floor in the hall. Love had returned to her, and all because of a mere slip of a dress.

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Tara Newlands is a UK Yankee currently residing in the United Kingdom with her husband, Bruce and daughter. The Arizona native has been fascinated by books all her life and is amazed by their ability to transform worlds. An alumna of Pima College in a large southwestern state, Tara has contributed various articles to a well known paranormal research site. The Dream King is Tara's first novel release which is following the release of her novella – Forever Tonight by Red Rose Publishing. Tara loves to hear from her readers. She can be reached at www.myspace.com/taranewlands or her website at www.freewebs.com/taranewlands

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