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HEART’S LAST CHANCE
Kenzie Michaels
Erotic Romance
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Erotic Romance
Heart’s Last Chance
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2014
Kenzie
Michaels
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Dedication
I want to dedicate this book to author Mary Winter, who has the
honor of being the first erotic romance author I read, about twelve years ago.
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I definitely hope it meets expectations.
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HEART’S LAST CHANCE
The
Chosen
Series, Book 1
Kenzie Michaels
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
The whine of the air conditioner sent a steady stream of
cool air into the bedroom. Tricia Alexander tossed and turned from the
humidity, sleep unbearable. In her mind, a dream lover caressed her body with a
feather-soft fingertip.
Trish, you’re as
beautiful as I knew you’d be.
Warm lips closed around the nipple of one breast,
then
drew it between his teeth.
Tricia moaned at the sensation. Her mystery lover laved the
stiffened bud then suckled, sending ripples of pleasure through her belly. The
same attention was bestowed on her other breast, causing an aching need.
“More.” Tricia reached out for him, but encountered air. She
shoved her wet hair from her forehead and grabbed a pillow.
He knelt between her thighs, flicked his tongue over her
clit,
then
slid a finger inside.
She shivered in anticipation as his hard
cock probed the point of entry. With a cry, she bucked forward.
“Trish? Are you all right?” A sleepy male voice pulled her
from her dream. Blinking, Tricia realized her mystery lover had vanished. She
withdrew a hand from her damp underwear, fingers slick with the proof of her
nocturnal actions. Highly aroused, she had no desire to slake her thirst with her
current boyfriend, who lay beside her.
“Go back to sleep.” Tricia climbed out of bed and padded to
the bathroom, tugging her pink satin sleep shirt down around her thighs.
Shaking, she leaned against the closed door. Shit. This was
the third night in a row she’d experienced the dream, only each night more
details were revealed. If only Tony hadn’t insisted on sleeping over tonight!
Tricia pulled off her sopping panties and brought herself to a somewhat
satisfying climax, then washed her hands, retrieved a fresh pair of bikini
underwear from the drawer, and returned to her warm bed.
Waiting for sleep to reclaim her, Trish rolled onto her side,
hugging her pillows. In the past month, the dreams she’d been having convinced
her it was time to move forward. Her relationship with Tony
Kingma
was becoming stale, and her mysterious stranger tantalized her in ways no other
man had. Tricia considered herself successful. She co-owned a downtown bistro
and catering business, owned her own home in an upscale neighborhood, and had
been pursued by successful men, both married and single. Tony had intrigued her
with his blond good looks and his ruthless critique of restaurants. Even though
they’d been sleeping together for a few months, Tony had only eaten in the
bistro twice, not wanting to show favoritism.
Tricia yawned, a good sign sleep was returning.
Maybe I just need a weekend with the girls
after I cut Tony loose. It’s time for a change.
* * * *
Going through her routine over the next week, Tricia thought
about an upcoming weekend. She had nothing specific planned and knew Tony was
leaving on a business trip. On impulse, she picked up the phone to make several
calls.
An hour later, she had a smile on her face again. Becky,
Lara, and Jayne were enthusiastic about her idea for a Girl’s Night Out,
agreeing to meet at the prestigious Conrad Hotel after work that particular
Friday. Trish had already made reservations, since she lived the closest.
The day of the event, Tricia was ready for a diversion. She
checked into her room after the noon lunch rush, and in a rare burst of
indulgence, made an appointment at the spa for a complete massage, manicure,
pedicure, plus had her hair styled and makeup professionally applied.
“You look fantastic!” Her best friend Becky greeted her in
the room. “What’s the occasion?”
“I broke things off with Tony over a week ago, and I felt
the need to pamper myself.” Tricia had no intention of disclosing the real
reason she felt keyed up. She’d had the dream again while asleep on the massage
table and had woken up to find her male masseur standing over her, his fingers
deep in her pussy, helping her find her release. Instead of feeling
embarrassed, she’d welcomed his touch,
then
was
generous with her tip. They had a brief discussion about confidentiality after
he revealed she’d grabbed him first.
When Lara and Jayne arrived, the four women giggled as they
dressed for their evening. Sleeveless tops, short skirts, and fuck me heels had
been the choice for all, the varying colors showing off their individual
personalities. Lara, the secretary, in cool Kelly green, Jayne, the more
flamboyant art director in shocking orange, Becky, the conservative government
official in white, and Tricia in a bold black and scarlet print.
Over a delicious meal, combined with plenty of wines to
choose from, the topics ran the gamut from work to sex to gossip and back to
sex. In a thorough party mood, the four women descended upon a popular
nightclub, secured a table, ordered drinks,
then
joined the crowd on the dance floor. Various men soon joined their group, and
it wasn’t long before Jayne and Becky were enjoying the attentions of the men
they had chosen. Tricia and Lara, still flirting with several men, were caught
up in the Cupid Shuffle.
Trish smiled to herself. This was her personal favorite
yardstick. If a man could keep the dance fresh and not mechanical, he
rose
a notch in her favor. But soon she became aware of a
dark-haired man behind her whose gyrations intrigued her. She managed to catch
his eye and soon enjoyed moving her body with the various moves and turns. He
seemed to be intrigued with her as well. During the final stages of the dance,
he kept his eyes on her, not turning around, but drawing closer to her as their
bodies undulated in invitation.
“Can I buy you a drink?” His voice was low and velvety.
Tricia nodded and led him to her table. Something about him
seemed oddly familiar, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.
“Whiskey
sour.”
When he returned, she noticed how well his khaki slacks
hugged his hips and thighs. This man was obviously successful. His white shirt
was open at the neck to reveal dark curls. When he looked at her, his intense
gaze caused a burning sensation below her ribcage and down to her pelvis.
Brock introduced himself. “I’m an investment broker.”
“I see. Tricia Alexander. I co-own the
Tiki
Torch café.”
“I like the food in there. I’ve sealed many deals with your
delicious Magic Cappuccinos.” Brock took her hand, a finger grazing her palm.
A jolt of desire nearly rocked Tricia from her seat. Gulping
her drink, she decided she’d had enough talk and wanted to dance. She led him
to the dance floor, squeezing their way to a central spot. Their dances spoke
volumes, made unspoken promises, and as the night went on, hands and lips dared
to tease and entice further actions. After finding her way to Becky’s side,
Trish indicated her dark-haired choice. “Anyone else left?”
Becky shook her head. “Jayne’s gone off with hers. He said
he had a room at the Hyatt.”
“Okay, don’t show up for at least two hours.” Tricia winked,
then
guided Brock toward the exit.
Once outside, the cool night air hit them. Brock pulled
Tricia into a dark corner. His tongue slid into her mouth, as his hands found
her breasts under her shirt.
“Just as I thought.
No bra?” He
rolled her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“I’m full of surprises.” She licked her lips and brushed the
back of her hand against his swollen crotch.
“I’ll just bet.” His mouth sought hers again.
Moments later, he released her and took
her hand. “I’ve got an idea.”
Brock led her to the horse and buggy waiting two doors down.
He paid the fare,
then
climbed in after her, settling
his hard body close to hers.
“Now then, where were we?” He slipped his tongue past her
teeth.
Tricia melted into his embrace, feeling reckless from the
heady combination of extreme arousal and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
Brock unbuttoned her shirt and kissed his way to her bare breasts, his warm
mouth closing over one tight bud
She moaned and threw back her head when he moved to the other, feeling
the gentle breeze of the night air brush her skin.
He snaked a hand under her skirt. “Damn, you are full of
surprises. You like that?” His fingers stroked the moist folds of her pussy, no
panties to fight through.
Brock’s body shielded her from the driver and if anyone
happened to be watching from the street, all they would see was his hand on her
breast. She felt his finger plunge inside and tried to reach for him, but he
stopped her.
“Later.” His lips covered hers again. Lost in a fast-rising
orgasm, she gasped for air and fisted her hands in Brock’s hair.
“Oh God…oh God…oh God…” When she opened her eyes, Bock held
up his hand, licked her cream from one of his fingers, and nodded his
approval.
Fascinated by his
actions, she watched as he drew wet circles on both breasts, then licked them
clean.
No other man had worshipped
her in such a manner before.
“I can’t wait to lay you naked on the bed, my tongue deep
inside your pussy, my lips sucking your clit, and feeling your love juices on
my face.” He drew her shirt together, lingering over the buttons. “Does that
make you want me more?”
Trish could only nod.
“Are you still wet for me?”
The question gained him another silent not.
“Good. I want to fuck you in ways you’ve never thought of. I
want to hear you come again and again, and to hear my name on your lips as I’m
doing it.” His erotic whispers continued all the way back to the hotel,
oblivious to the world.
“Come with me.” Tricia told him where she was staying after
climbing down from the carriage.
“Even better.”
He tucked her under
his arm and accompanied her to the suite. Once inside the private bedroom, he
shocked her by turning on some lights. “I want to see you. Don’t hide your body
from me. You’re beautiful.” Brock pulled her into his arms again, nipping at
her lips before sliding his tongue inside her mouth again.
Tricia gave herself up in the moment. If he wanted her
passive, she’d stay submissive until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
Confident fingers unfastened her shirt buttons once more,
while he kissed a trail from her face to neck to breasts to ribs, sliding the
shirt from her shoulders.
“All pink and white.
Ahhhh
, Tricia, your breasts are calling me to love them.”
Brock dipped his head to take her swollen breasts in his mouth, biting each
nipple in a gentle manner. He slid his hands around her ribcage,
then
maneuvered her toward the bed. Sitting on the edge of
the bed, he pulled her between his knees while lapping the underside of her
breasts. Brock traced each rib before unfastening her skirt and pushed it from
her hips.
A groan escaped his lips.
“A bald pussy.
So pretty Trish. Who knew?” His tongue dipped into her slit, causing her to
arch toward him.
When he plunged his tongue inside, Tricia tugged at his
white collar. Brock removed his shirt, then stood up to unfastened his slacks,
sliding them along with his boxer-briefs to the floor. Licking her lips, she
reached for his firm, erect cock, brushing her fingertips over the length.
“I want to taste you.”
“Not yet. Lie down.” He captured her hands and drew her down
to stretch out on the bed. Brock covered her body with his and administered
long liquid kisses before moving down her body once more.
Tricia moaned with delight when his head moved between her
thighs. He drew her legs over his shoulders, plunging his fingers inside her
wet channel as his tongue worked her clit. She screamed as another orgasm
engulfed her.
At the moment she
thought it was over, he withdrew his fingers and collected a foil packet from
his wallet. In one fluid motion, he sheathed himself before slamming his dick
into her full length, sending her over the edge once more.
“Oh, Brock.”
She tasted herself on
his lips as they claimed hers. The headboard threatened to knock a hole in the
wall as she felt his balls slap against her ass.
With a shout, he shuddered to a halt.
“Oh my God.”
At a loss for words,
Tricia’s skin was covered by a fine sheen of sweat.
She could feel his cock twitching inside
of her and flexed her pelvic muscles, causing his expression to change. “Like
that?”
“Yes.” Brock withdrew, slid back in, inch by inch, then back
out, setting a slow, deliberate, unbearable pace. He rested both of her legs
around his hips and sat back on his heels. “Touch yourself for me.”
Tricia reached down to stroke her clit, noticing the passion
in his eyes. A sense of power rose inside of her when she realized her actions
heightened his desire.
“What does watching me stroke my pussy do for you?”
Instead of answering, he placed her hand on his shaft where
it disappeared inside of her, then increased the pace again.
“The same thing this does for you.” His voice rough, he
released her hand and leaned forward.
Tricia grabbed his shoulders and held on, ready for the next
explosion. His body bucked, slamming his cock deep inside. The pressure built,
her body convulsed, and her pussy clamped around his dick.