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He was her new beginning; she was his undoing...
When personal trainer Kendra Black saw millionaire Justin Williams walk through her door all she saw was money and a practiced swagger. A man who's used to getting what he wants, especially when it comes to women. But Kendra is startled to realize that there is more to Justin than meets the eye, he’s kind and funny and brilliant, and she wants him, desperately. Unable to resist Kendra or her fiery spirit and zest for life, right from the start, Justin pursues her, only her troubled childhood holds her back. She’s been running from love for so long, she doesn’t know how to stop and let it catch up.
Elated when Kendra finally gives into their attraction, Justin jumps in with both feet, only his hectic and demanding life continues to interfere, and Kendra’s past comes creeping back and the two are tested. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionate and physical adventure, Justin discovers Kendra’s secrets and fears while exploring and uncovering his own wild and dark desires.
Chapter 2
Lex and I rented a basement suite in
North Van from a sweet little old man, named Mr. Marcus. He lived upstairs but
he let us have the run of the backyard and for the most part kept to himself.
I’d met Lex four years ago when a guy she was briefly seeing
wanted to have a three-some. They picked me up at a bar where I was waitressing
and the rest is history. The guy didn’t last long, maybe a few weeks, but Lex
and I have been bombing around in each other’s back pockets ever since. The
best of friends pretty much since our first kiss.
We were already two drinks in as we
dressed in front of the full-length, vintage, oval mirror in my bedroom. Closet
full of skanky clothes to go dancing in, the floor was littered with items as I
hummed and hawed over what to wear because in all honesty, all I really wanted to
do was to put on my PJ’s and binge watch something on Netflix.
Finally, I decided to go with a flowing deep-V turquoise halter
dress, which Lex convinced me to rock with my new, just a tad too high, sparkly
gold strappy sandals. I left my hair down, brushing it out into soft waves so that
curled down to my less than impressive breasts.
Lex on the other hand, with her dark features and voluptuous
curves, was looking very doable in a siren red bandaged style, strapless dress
and black strappy fuck-me pumps that made her legs go on for ages. She’s only
about three inches taller than me but with her heels and naturally mile long
legs she appeared to tower over me.
When we showed up to meet our friends at The Fig our outfits
earned us a series of whistles and hoots from all of the men, while Chad
immediately jumped up from his seat and planted kisses on both Lex’s lips and
mine. I watched as Chad’s hand lingered a fraction of a second longer on the
small of her back, before he removed it with pained reluctance.
The two have ‘scratched itches’ when they’ve needed to in the
past, and the three of us have even messed around on occasion but, based on
everything that Lex has said and the way Chad behaves, it’s easy to see they
both have real feelings for each other that they just perpetually dance around.
Of course, like most things, it has become way more complicated than need be
and we all just hang out, while the sexual tension between them continues to
build and fester.
I took a seat next to Nisha, another friend, and the two of us
quickly immersed ourselves in a conversation about her ever-growing pregnant
belly. She and her husband Rakesh were expecting their first child in the early
fall.
“And how are your meals this evening
folks?”
I jumped as a vaguely familiar voice rumbled behind me. Everyone
at our table looked up from their appetizers at the owner of the deep masculine
rumble while I craned my neck around and nearly choked on my poached pears and Brie.
It was him!
“Everything is great, thanks,” Chad answered, ignorant of who the
man, now wearing a dark grey suit and silver tie that brought out the color of his
eyes, actually was.
“You!” Of course, my
outburst spurred a series of questioning mumbles around the table, while Lex
elbowed me and shifted in her seat to get a better look. I could tell by her
gasp that she found him just as irresistible as I did.
“Miss Black, this is a nice surprise. How are you?”
“What are you doing here?” Ignoring his pleasantries, I cut right
to the chase.
“Well not only is it a free country and I’m free to go where I
choose but, as it happens, I own the place.” The playful smile was back, while
dim lamplight caused his mischief-filled eyes to sparkle. “Can I offer your
table a round of drinks? And how about a platter of dessert samplers? On the
house of course.”
“Thanks, man, that’d be fantastic. Wow!” Chad said, raising his
beer glass in a cheers.
“You really don’t have to do that.” Shaking my head emphatically
in protest, suddenly flustered and pissed off with myself for feeling that way.
“Shut-up Kenny, let the man give us free booze and food if he
wants to.”
“Yes, Kenny, let the man give you free booze and food,” Justin
said with a grin. “After all, it’s the least I can do after our session today.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so limber.” He squeezed my shoulder, waved at our
table and walked off. Leaving me with a warm tingle where his hand had been and
a strong wish that he’d moved it elsewhere, lower.
For
the rest of our time at the restaurant I caught myself searching the vicinity
for Justin, while my heart did a soft pitter-patter every time I thought I saw
his hair or gray suit in the sea of people. But unfortunately, or fortunately,
I couldn’t figure out how I felt about it, I didn’t see him again but thanks to
his grandiose generosity our table was gifted with a cosmic deluge of sweet
delights that left us all in loopy sugar comas. And when I got up to pay my
bill the waitress assured me that my whole tab for the evening, all four of my
martini’s, my pear and brie crostata and my seared scallops had been comped. Oh Justin Williams, what were you up
to?
***
I was feeling pretty good, two Harvey Wallbangers and four extra
dirty martinis down the hatch by the time we made our way up the street towards
the nightclub. Thanks to Chad’s connections, he works in PR, we jumped the line
and waltzed in like celebrities. Lex and I, holding hands, immediately found
our way on to the dance floor and started to rip it up, her ponytail flipping
around behind her with reckless abandon while my own wavy tendrils kept getting
stuck to my freshly re-applied lip gloss. I could feel the sweat building
between my B-cup breasts and on the back of my neck but I didn’t care, I was
feeling too loose and good and having way too much fun to run to the bathroom
and sop it up with a paper-towel.
Chad found us on the dance floor and soon everyone in our little
group was bumping and grinding in a friendly circle, waving our hands in the
air and laughing hysterically to Paul’s rendition of the giant Q-tip. But
before long I felt myself in desperate need of a sit down and some water, the alcohol
was catching up on me and the spins were making themselves present in a
barrage-style assault. I motioned to Lex that I was going to sit down and she
said she’d follow me at the end of the song.
I elbowed and shouldered my way through the crowd, smelling far
too many arm-pits and cursing my lack of height, until I found an empty booth occupied
only by a ton of papers and folders that quilted the hard granite top. Once my
butt hit the plush leather seat it was only seconds before the rest of my body
felt the necessity to join it and I leaned back and lay down with only my legs
dangling over the end.
“Excuse me, Miss. Are you alright? Would you like me to call you
cab?” A smooth, and somewhat familiar voice asked with concern, while from my
supine position on the bench I watched dark grey trousers and black dress shoes
slide into the booth across from me.
“Noooo, I’m alright. I just need to lie down for a second to stop
the spins. Thanks though.”
“Would you like some water?”
“Yeah dude, that’d be great. Thanks.”
He vacated the booth and was back in seconds, followed by another
set of legs clad in dark jeans and a pair of black casual loafers. I sat up, closed
my eyes from the head rush and grabbed on to the table to stabilize myself.
Damn room! Stop spinning! When I opened my eyes there was a bottle of cold
water beaded with condensation sitting directly in front of me. Justin was
across the booth too, grinning cockily.
“What the hell?” My eyes going wide as I snatched the bottle off
the table and chugged it fiercely once I got the lid off.
“Are you stalking me Miss Black?”
he asked. Oh, that smile.
“W-what… what? No! Of course not!”
“Well, you came into my restaurant and now you’re at my club, so it would lead one to believe
that you might be following me.”
“This is your club? I had no idea.” I sat up and faced him in the booth,
smoothing out my dress and fiddling absentmindedly with my hair. I looked from
Justin to the tall and dark drink of gorgeousness sitting next to him. “Well,
I’m definitely not following you. A friend chose the dinner venue and the club.
I’m just along for the ride.”
“I bet you are…” Chuckling softly.
“So, uh… what’s all this?” Immediately regretting my stupid question, as
I swept my hand over all the papers.
Clearly he was doing the ordering or the books for the club, that much
was obvious. Me and my stupid drunk rhetoric. God, does he have to be that damn
handsome? I think he looks even better than before, especially since he’d
ditched the suit jacket and was just sporting a crisp white dress shirt. His
hair was tousled and mussed and from my side of the table he still smelled
amazing.
“Don’t you have a back office you can do all this in?”
“I’m not here very often so, when I
am, I like to be in the midst of it all, like to watch the goings on. Plus, the
revenue at this place isn’t as good on Saturdays as it is on Fridays so I’d
like to see what’s different and how we can boost sales. I like your dress. You
look beautiful.”
His switch from explanation to compliment was jarring. I looked up
from where I was twiddling my fingers around the base of the water bottle and
caught his eyes. They were penetrating and once again I felt stripped and
vulnerable, but this time the feeling was anything but alarming. It was
intoxicating and I wanted more. His eyes alone were driving an insatiable urge
right to my core, while my body clenched
and ached with need as I imagined those pouty lips traveling along my skin.
“Uh… um, thank you. You… you look
nice too.” Why did he have this effect on me? I’m normally far more together
and confident than this. I’m a take-charge kind of lady.
“Ha-ha, thanks.” Brushing off my
compliment and scooting himself around the booth so that we were sitting next
to each other, my body becoming all too aware of the heat radiating off of his
large frame and responding in turn with my own raging inferno. My face was
probably as pink as a peony. “Miss Black, this is my buddy James. James, Miss
Kendra Black. She’s going to whip my ass into shape so I don’t die.”
His dark and dangerous friend stretched up and over the table,
extending his big, strong hand. When we shook, it was warm and firm and
confident, but when he smiled there was a touch of sadness in his cobalt eyes,
along with a vaguely menacing demeanour, that was brooding and somewhat angry.
“Excellent,” James said with a
smile, chuckling, deep and low, like how you might expect the devil’s laugh to
sound. Running his hands through thick, dark hair that was closely chopped and
all tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed having done all kinds of wicked
and wild things, he looked back at his friend. “Lord knows you’re a lazy fuck
who needs all the help you can get.”
“Lazy?” Justin said with mock
indignation. “I’d say I’m anything but lazy, considering that I usually
work twelve to eighteen hour days. I just don’t take care of myself, that’s
all. But you’re going to change all that, aren’t you Miss Black? You’re going to take care of me.”
His last sentence was laden with innuendo, while the way he called
me Miss Black, rolling it around on
his tongue like fine wine, made my whole body shiver with need. Even three
sheets-to-the-wind on martinis and Wallbangers, I managed to engage in some top-notch
maturity and chose not to bite.
“You can call me Kendra; you know?”
“As you wish, Kendra.”
Well, shit, that was almost worse than when he’d called me Miss
Black. The way he said Kendra was like foreplay. I felt my nipples tighten against the built in bra of my halter
dress and then watched as his eyes conspicuously traveled down from my face to
my chest, and a big smile grew on his lips, he could see them – shit!
“I’m going to head out, man,
Nicolette calls,” James said from across the table, bobbing his eyebrows and
smiling menacingly.
“Okay, dude, see you tomorrow.”
“Miss Black, it was really nice to
meet you.” And he got up and made his way through the throngs of people to the
door.
“His girlfriend?”
“His fuck-buddy.”
“Oh.”
“Hi honey, are you okay?” Lex came
up and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek. “Hey you’re the dude from the
restaurant. Thanks for the desserts man. That candy apple tart was like an
orgasm in my mouth. I’m going to have to try making something like that at the
bakery.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said
smoothly. “And you are?”
“I’m Alexa.” Reaching her arm across
my body to shake his hand. “I’m Kendra’s roommate. Hey! Could we get a couple
whisky shots over here, please?” she asked a passing waitress.
He quirked one eyebrow in an oddly
sexy way and looked down at me. “I didn’t know roommates kissed like that. I
saw you guys making out as I left the wellness centre.”
“Ah, well sometimes we’re more than
that… when the mood strikes us. Hey!” She elbowed me. “We should ask him to
join us sometime… he’s fucking gorgeous.” Oh Lex, always a wizard with words. I
took notice of Justin’s body language and he instinctively moved closer to me,
his arm coming up to rest behind me on the back of the booth.
“Join you in…” The wicked gleam in
those beautiful eyes told me he knew exactly
what Lex meant.
“A three-way of course.” And then my
best friend erupted into a fit of drunken giggles. “Kendra and I have them all
the time. Hey, what about tonight? You want to come home with us and have a
little fun?”
“Absolutely!” Justin’s eyes flared
with need.
“What? Alexa, shut up!” I snapped,
using her full name in frustration.
“Why? You’ve been talking about him
non-stop since I picked you up from work, I just thought I’d move things
along.” More smirks and raised eyebrows from Justin. He was clearly enjoying
watching me suffer like this.
“Is that so? And here I thought you
didn’t even like me. But in truth you haven’t been able to stop thinking about
me…”
He chuckled, all smiles while the smell of him was driving me ever-loving
nuts. I rolled my eyes and scowled at Lex
who motioned for me to move over, and subsequently closer to Justin, so she
could sit in the booth too.
“I don’t dislike you.” Oh god I was slurring, damn it! “In fact
you seem like a very nice guy, you’re just…uh, not my type.”
“And what is your type?”
“Oh she says you’re cocky, a
play-boy, a guy who knows he’s hot so he plays it up to get what he wants,” Lex
chimed in, taking a sip of my water bottle and adjusting the bosom of her
dress, while not reading my seriously pissed off vibe at all.
“Well, all those things are true,
but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t have a good time.”
His smile was roguish, his eyes challenging as he began gathering
up the papers and files that were still spread out all over the table. My eyes
all of a sudden fell to his lap and the I’m assuming, impressive package
harbouring within his trousers. I licked my lips and crossed my legs squeezing
slightly, closing my eyes from the delightful friction.
“Oh, she’s into it.” Lex started to
giggle. “Look at her. I think she’s decided to start without us. Come on honey,
let’s take this hunk of a man home.”
I opened my eyes to see them both
looking at me intently, lust dancing across both of their faces as they
simultaneously ran their hands up my thighs. My heart started to beat as though
it were trying to escape my chest, while my panties became wet and sloppy. Why
was I reacting this way? I’ve had dozens and dozens of threesomes; it’s the
only way I have sex with men, why was this one tripping me up? Was it because
he was a client? No, I’ve slept with clients before and it wasn’t a big deal.
Was I too drunk? No, I’ve been drunker. What was it about this man that ruffled
me so? Dear god I was as bad as Lacy.
“Oh,
what the hell,” I said, slamming back both the shots of whiskey before the
waitress even had a chance to take them off her tray. “Let’s go.”
About the Author
A West Coast baby born and raised, and married to her high school sweetheart, with a spirited toddler and a fluffy dog, Whitley spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of every day life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all
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