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I don't have time to react before he pushes me against the door again. I whimper at the reminder of the night before. I want more. I need more than just his hands on me. I push him back and he growls.

He spins me around until I'm leaning against the back of the couch. With one hand he pulls my dress down and my breasts pop free. I didn't wear a bra tonight. I didn't invest any time in what I wore or what I looked like. Getting a man into bed last night was my goal, tonight it was just to be Rebecca's wing woman.

"Beautiful," he whispers as he dips his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth.

I moan at the sensation. His tongue circles the swollen bud before he rakes his teeth lightly across it.

I claw at his suit jacket, wanting to feel his skin on mine. He acquiesces. He effortlessly pushes it from his shoulders and it falls to the floor. Before I have a chance to start work on the buttons of his shirt, he's pulled my dress to the floor.

He drops my breast from his grasp and stands upright. I stare at him. I see the desire I feel in his eyes. He's on fire. He scoops me up in his arms and walks quickly down the hallway to that expansive king size bed I only got to glimpse at from the doorway last night.

"I can't wait to fuck you. Look at you." He moves quickly to rid himself of his shirt before he starts unbuckling his pants. I can't help but stare at his hands. I want to see him. I want to see how aroused he is by my body.

He stops before he pulls the zipper of his pants down. I feel a deep, heavy sigh race through me. Please don't stop. Please.

He crawls onto the bed beside me, his lips coursing hot over mine. I grab his head with my hands, guiding his kiss. I reach for his tongue with my own, playfully pulling it into my mouth. I want this. I want to grab everything I can from this.

His lips leave mine and trace a scorching path down my chest. He briefly pulls my right nipple into his mouth, then the left. I moan at the feeling of his tongue on my flesh.

"I have to make you come," he purrs.

I brace myself as he pulls my panties off. "Please," I whimper. I need to come soon. Just thinking about him fucking me has almost pushed me to the edge.

He pulls his tongue slowly and deliberately along my slick, smooth slit.

I almost cry out from the pressure of his tongue when it touches my clit. "You're exquisite," he whispers into me before glides his tongue across my folds.

"Like that," I cry out. This feels so good. I grab his head with both my hands and I'm rewarded with a loud moan.

"Tell me," he says as he pulls his breath across me. "Tell me how."

"My clit," I murmur. "Lick it."

He flicks his tongue over it and I push my back from the mattress. I have to get closer to him. I have to come like this.

"That's it, baby." His breath on my sensitive folds almost pushes me over the edge. "You're so sweet. So good."

His words push me nearer the edge. "Lick it," I spur him on. "Make me come."

He dives into me and licks me hard as my hips buck off the bed. I've never been eaten like this. I've never come from a man pleasing me this way.

I press my head into the pillow as I fall into the pleasure. I let my body go. I can't control it. I almost scream as I feel the climax course through me. The orgasm is intense. I writhe beneath him, unable to control my own body.

He rests his head on my thigh as I float back from the trance. I run my hand along his forehead, coaxing him to move. I want so much to feel him inside of me.

"That was incredible," he whispers into my thigh as his lips graze my skin. "I could get addicted to that taste."

I float on the words. I don't care who he said them to last week or who will be sprawled beneath him tomorrow. I want this. I need it. I have to hear him tell me he wants me.

"Fuck me," I manage to say.

He raises his head and a sly grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. "Say it again."

"Fuck me." I almost close my eyes at the thought of him over me, his cock inside of my body, taking me back to the edge.

He moves to his feet and deftly pushes his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. I stare at him. He's more impressive than I imagined. His body almost sculptured. The lines are all so defined, his muscles well-toned. His cock is hard, ready and eager. I pull my tongue across my lip. I want it. I want to feel it between my lips. I want to pull my tongue across its wide head. It's so thick, so large.

He reaches to pull a condom from drawer of the table next to the bed. I watch in silence as he rolls it over his cock before he's beside me on the bed again.

"I've thought about fucking you all day." He rests between my thighs, his cock in his hand. "When I woke up I could smell your scent on my hand. It was intoxicating. I wanted to find you. I had to find you. I needed to fuck you."

My body aches at the words and the heated glare in his face. I want him too. I know it's one night but I want to know. I want to know what it's like to be taken by him, to have my pleasure be dictated by him.

I push my legs wider apart as my hands fist in the bed linens. I ready my body for him. "Now," I whisper.

He groans as he leans forward, rubbing his cock over my clit.

I shudder at the contact. My hips lunging upward seeking him. "Please," I almost beg.

He leans forward until he's towering over me. I feel the tip of him at my entrance. "Tell me to stop if it's too much."

"No," I shake my head from side-to-side. "No."

"Fuck," he moans loudly as he pushes into me.

I gasp as he sinks himself into me completely. It's so much.

His hips grind into me and I'm breathless with every heavy thrust. I whimper at the sensations. It's all so good.

I clench my body around his and I'm given a deep guttural moan in return. "Christ, Jessica."

"Hard. Harder," I mutter through clenched teeth. I'm close to coming again already. Just feeling him inside of me is pushing me into a place I've never felt before.

He starts fucking me. His strokes  are long and hard. His lips find mine and he bites my bottom lip before pulling his tongue tenderly across it.

I grab his ass, pushing him even harder, needing to consume him the same way he's consuming me.

He pushes harder, deeper, faster. I cry out from the pleasure. I can't speak. It's all so much. This is what it's like to really be taken by a man.

I feel a deep, guttural sound escape my lips as my body slides into the edge of an orgasm. He kisses me deeply and I breathe in his breath. I pull him into me in every way as I feel all the pleasure he's giving me take over my body.  I come hard.

He reaches to cup my ass in his hand as I feel my body relax again. He kisses my forehead. "I'm not done. I could fuck your sweet body for hours."

He shifts back onto his heels and pulls my hips with him. He's still so hard, so rigid inside of me. I gasp as I realize that he's going to help me come again.

Electricity courses through me when his thumb touches my clit. My hips involuntarily respond and it's all the invitation he needs. He pulls my body closer with one hand as he pounds himself harder into me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growls. "Such a sweet little body."

I can't control myself. The heat of his words and the feeling of him thrusting into me are causing another orgasm to race towards me.

"I can't. This is so good," I gasp. "Fuck. Please."

"Take it. It's yours." He pumps himself into me as he circles my clit lightly with his thumb.

"I'm…" my voice trails as I'm hit head on with an intense orgasm. I can barely contain a scream.

"Fuck, Jessica." He grabs both my hips pulling me into him. "Baby," his voice comes from a deep and distant place as he throws his head back, his own pleasure surging through him.

"When can I fuck you again?" His index finger runs a lazy path across my hip bone as we lay on our sides staring at each other.

I reach to push a strand of hair back from his face. "It's called a one night stand for a reason."

The playful tone I tried to convey doesn't register in his expression. "It doesn't have to be a one night stand."

"It does." I pull back from his touch.

"Are you involved with someone?" His brows lift with the question.

"No." I answer quickly. "Are you?"

"If you're not tied down why can't we fuck sometimes?"

The genuine tone of his voice almost makes me break out a chuckle. It's so easy for him. It's obvious by the inflection in his voice that having random sex is a very normal part of his life.

"You have plenty of women to fuck." The words come out much harsher than I intend. "I mean, I'm assuming based on the fact that you live above the club that you fuck women on a very regular basis."

"I don't live here. I fuck here."

"Exactly my point." I manage. "You have a place designated just for fucking. You don't need to have repeats."

He shifts his body away from me. I can tell I've offended him.

"You don't need to explain anything to me." I pull myself into a sitting position on the side of the bed. "We had a lot of fun. I'm not looking for anything else. Let's just shake hands and say goodbye."

"Do you want to fuck me again?" The question is bold, direct and immediately I feel myself getting aroused by its brashness.

"Who wouldn't?" I toss back. "That was amazing."

"So, you come back and we have more fun."

"That's treading on dangerous ground." I stand and start the search for my panties.

"Why?" He reaches over the side of the bed and pulls them from the floor.

"It's not just random sex then, it's something else." I cringe. I wish I had just said a weak
yes
when he asked if we could sleep together again.

"Not if we both understand the other's expectations."

"What are your expectations?" I ask even though I'm not certain that I want to know the answer.

"I'm fickle," he admits. "I like variety."

I smile at the confession. It was obvious when he first approached me at the club that any interest he might be showing in me would be fleeting.

"I don't want or need complications. I just want to have sex." His tone is calm and direct.

"You make it sound so easy." I laugh. "You have to run into complications. There must be women who become emotionally attached if you fuck them more than once."

"Sometimes." His gaze falls to the bed. "If that happens I end things."

"You use women." My voice doesn't sound like my own. I sound too righteous. Why I am defending any other woman he's slept with in the past?

He recoils slightly at the words. "Did I use you?"

"No," I mutter. "I was very willing."

"If you come back next week, you'll be willing again, right?" He swings his long legs over the bed and stands up. My eyes fall to his groin. Even in a still semi-hard state he's very imposing.

"If I decided to sleep with you again, yes, it would be because I wanted it."

"Then stop worrying about what anyone else feels or thinks." He pulls his boxer briefs on. "I'm very honest with any woman I fuck. They know it's just for that. No strings."

"We won't get attached to each other?" I tilt my head to the side.

"It's a physical relationship." His hands pull on his belt as he does up his pants. "If either of us feels anything emotional, we end it."

"What about others?" I ask. I'm not expecting him to offer me anything exclusive. I just want to understand the boundaries of what he's proposing. Sex with a man like this is all I really need as I build my life in Manhattan. I could get my needs fulfilled without having to date.

"I don't ask and you don't ask." He winks. "It's not either of our business."

"You make it sound so simple." I reach to pull my heels back on.

"It is." He glances at his watch. "Today is Wednesday. You come back here next Wednesday at ten o'clock. I'll be here waiting for you."

I purse my lips considering the proposition.

"No strings?" I ask softly.

"No strings." He nods towards the bed. "Just more of that."

"So essentially, you two are fuck buddies?" Rebecca whispers from behind her desk in the cubicle where she spends her days working for one of the biggest investment firms in the city.

"I guess." I shrug my shoulders. "I hadn't really labeled it."

"And you're good with him fucking a different woman every night of the week?" She pulls her lips across her teeth in a grimace.

"I'm not going to think about that," I lie. It's all I've thought about since I left Nathan's hotel room last night. Was I really okay with having sex one night a week with a man who was fucking most of Manhattan the other six nights?

"The sex must have been phenomenal for you to agree to that." She rolls her eyes. "I would have just taken what I got and ended it."

"I haven't even decided if I'm going back." Lie number two. I was already craving his touch again and the thought of waiting almost a week to feel his body inside of mine was causing withdrawal. I had to make myself come in the shower this morning just to find the focus I needed for this meeting with Cassandra, Rebecca's boss.

"You can go in now." Rebecca glances at the clock on the wall above her desk. "It's eleven. She should be ready for you."

I scoop up the plate of coconut macaroons I brought with me and knock tentatively on the door to Cassandra's office.

"Come in," she calls from behind the door and I take a steely breath before I turn the knob. Grabbing this job would make my entire life better at this point.

"Hi," I say meekly as I step into her office. I realize that I don't know if I should call her by her first name or Ms. Saunders. We've only met once, very briefly, a few months ago when I was in New York with Josh visiting Rebecca.

"Jess. It's great to see you again." She motions for me to sit in one of the luxurious leather chairs in front of her desk. "You brought me treats?" The wicked smile that crosses her lips makes my heart leap. Maybe Rebecca was right when she said the way to her heart was through her stomach. It was hard to picture given the fact that Cassandra was tall, graceful and could easily have passed for a model.

"Coconut macaroons." I place the small plate down in front of her on the desk.

She picks one up and admires it before popping it into her mouth. "You're hired," she sighs.

I pull my hand to my mouth. "You're kidding, right?"

"With food I never kid." She playfully points her index finger at me. "You're an amazing cook. Rebecca can't shut up about how great your food is."

I laugh at the backhanded compliment. "Cooking is my passion."

"You didn't study it?" The question was expected but I still feel my stomach lurch. This is the point in the interview where I always lose the job. I can't lose this one. Being a private chef was just the right foot in the door I needed. With a good wage I could start saving for culinary school.

"I took a different path and then realized that I couldn't stay out of the kitchen." I want desperately to skirt over the issue. I know I'm a great cook. I know I can do the job. I just need a chance.

"What did you do back in Connecticut?" she asks before devouring another macaroon.

"I was a paramedic."

Her brow shoots up. "So you have medical training and you can cook?"

"I know," I chuckle. "It's perfect for those rare occasions when someone chokes on my cooking."

She laughs. "It's actually perfect for my situation."

"How so?" I feel I'm making headway. This is the first time I've been in an interview about a position in the industry when anyone has thought my EMT training was a plus.

"I need a cook mainly for my two kids." She motions to a framed picture on her desk of two small children. "They have a nanny, but she burns water."

I smile. "Boiling water isn't as easy as it looks."

"Apparently not." She finishes the last of the macaroons before she continues, "I want someone who can come in a few times a day, five days a week and prepare meals for the kids."

Being a private chef for pre-schoolers may not have been my optimum choice but it was going to pay my bills and allow me to save for my culinary dreams.

"I love cooking for kids." I'm not sure where those words come from. I've never cooked for a child in my life.

"Occasionally I may need you to work an evening to prepare a dinner for me and any guests I might have, but as a rule, it's just going to be you, the nanny and the kids eating. You'll be on your way home by seven every night."

I just nod in response. I'm so close to grabbing this I can almost taste it.

"Here's the detail sheet I've been handing out to the other applicants." She reaches into her desk drawer and removes one single sheet of white paper. "Salary, benefits, hours and all that jazz is on there."

I glance down briefly and I have to hold back a gasp at the number staring back at me. The weekly stipend is more than I made in a month being an EMT.

"When can you start?" She holds the empty china plate I brought with me in her hand.

"This afternoon." I push myself to my feet.