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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. A Tease Publishing Book/E book Holiday Affair Copyright 2008 Yvette Hines ISBN: 978-1-60767-019-3 Cover Artist: Kendra Egert Interior text design: Stacee Sierra

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Chapter 1 Chanel sat in the conference room listening to Mr. Brandt drone on and on about the goals and perspective plans of the accounting firm in the coming year. Since this meeting was a repeat of a memo that went out at the beginning of the week, she tuned him out and let her gaze travel around the room. Allowed her eyes to search for her target. Lawrence Sebring. Tall, blue-eyed, ebony hair Lawrence. He was attractive, smart and confident. Every woman in the firm wanted him. But, she had one up on them all. She and Lawrence had been having a silent relationship for almost a year. It started when her mother became sick and she had taken two weeks away from work to tend to her. When Chanel returned to work there was a large bouquet on her desk with a note that read I hope all is well. You were on my mind. At first she hadnt been sure who they had come from, but that same day she was in a break room and Lawrence walked up to her, placed his hand on her shoulder and asked how she was doing. When she thanked him for his kind words and the flowers, hed winked at her and said, Im trying to please. Smiling, he had walked away. That had begun their flirtation. Lawrence never crossed the line or asked her out, but she knew it was coming. There wasnt any office talk about him dating anyone. Even though she noticed that he winked and flirted with other women, she was the only one he sent gifts to. So, she constantly told herself. Now she looked at him and wondered when was he going to break down and ask her out. It had been almost a year and she was getting impatient. Her skin began to tingle and heat warmed her body as if she were being stroked or caressed by a feather. Glancing around the table she saw most people were either listening to Brandt, doodling on their handout or staring off into space. When she looked at her friend Linda, she saw her roll her eyes in sheer boredom. Chanel hid a smile behind her hand at Lindas actions. She couldnt figure out why she had the feeling she was being observed, until she shifted her gaze away from her friend and it collided with Aidan Carmichaels silver eyes. He stared at her in an intense and penetrating way. Caught. Heat fused her face. Aidan always seemed to be the one to catch her in the act of staring at Lawrence. Aidan frequently looked at her as if he were attempting to relay some message. She could never figure out what was on this mans mind. But, she had a hard enough time understanding Lawrence, she didnt need to add another man in the mix. Aidans gaze didnt waiver as it continued to assess her. Under his appraisal her breathing increased, her heart began a rapid percussion and her nipples tightened. As always Aidan wasnt smiling. He never smiled. He evaluated the things around him with a direct measuring stare. As a corporate accountant, it worked well for him. His powerful gaze caused heat to pool low in her belly and made her uncomfortable feel on edge. She brushed it off to anxiety. Aidan was dangerous to her in more ways than one. The last thing she wanted was someone saying something to Lawrence about her mooning over him. The man, Lawrence, needed to come to her on his own. Thats why she hadnt asked him out. But, she was truly getting impatient with the flirting game. Forcing herself to look back to Brandt, her boss, she took a deep breath to clear her head. That proved to be a mistake. A warm spicy woodsy scent wafted toward her. It smelled of home and strength, with the image of being wrapped in a mans arms. She sighed. There was only one man that smelled like that. It wasnt Lawrence. No, Lawrence smelled clean and sporty. It made her think about sweaty men in tight athletic pants. Baseball players and football players. It fit Lawrence because he played on the companys flag football team. His cologne brought a smile to her face.
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But, the aroma that tickled her nose wasnt coming from Lawrence. Hmm, she moaned. This scent heated her blood and made her want to sigh. Damn manufacturers. Knowing where the smell came from, she attempted a subtle glance over her shoulder and caught sight of Aidan. Thank God he wasnt staring at her any longer. She shrugged her shoulder. Most likely, hed been off in a daze before similar to some of their colleagues. Aidan wasnt the object of her desire, but she still couldnt stop herself from inhaling again. Slowly. The memory of the companys Valentine Dance came to the forefront of her mind. She hadnt thought about that in months. The firm powers that be had rented out one of the bars down the street for the lovers day. Shed gotten a bouquet of multi-colored roses on her desk with a card that read, Almost as beautiful as you are. The words had brought a tear to her eye. That had been gift number two. Overwhelmed with emotions she had gone to the party with plans of approaching Lawrence. Letting him know that his feelings were welcome. Hell it was Valentines Day. What better day for them to begin to be lovers. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Lawrence hadnt shown up and that was the night Tommy Dwinkle from payroll accounting had conned her into a sweaty dance. It wasnt that she didnt like Tommy as a friend, but having his hot soppy palms pressed along her back and soaking her dress wasnt her idea of fun. Her and her dress had been rescued by Aidan. Hed tapped Tommy on the shoulder and made up some story about how shed lost a bet with him at work and owed him her first dance. Tommy gracefully bowed out and found Rota the human resources clerk. Rota and Tommy had been married now for a month. Turning, she smiled at the couple as they sat by each other taking notes. But, her smile dropped as she recalled the feel of Aidans arms that night. His arms were strong, but comforting, allowing her to feel secure, but not restrained. Aidans firm chest had been perfect to rest against. He danced well and glided his body gently against hers as he moved them in their small space on the dance floor. For a moment shed allowed his cologne to play with her senses and she relaxed, forgetting for a moment why shed come to the dance. Then he brushed his lips across the shell of her ear and whispered. I think youre safe. Safe? What did she need to be safe from? Her mind had been muddled. When she leaned back and looked at him confused. What? she mumbled. Aidan had let out a soft chuckle. That sound was enough to snap her out of her fog. Turning her head she saw Tommy and Rota in an intimate conversation in the corner couch of the bar. Looking back into Aidans assessing and intense silver eyes she realized she was anything but safe. Stepping out of his arms shed thanked him and made quick steps in finding Linda and Natalie her two friends. There were times over the months of gifts she had asked herself what if the gifts hadnt come from Lawrence. Shed considered Aidan and his powerful presence. This wasnt the first time that shed caught him watching her. But, his expression was always held so tightly together that she couldnt figure out what he was thinking. Nor did she want to, Chanel told herself. Aidans intensity scared her. His heated gaze made her body go into overdrive. Shed pondered that Aidan would most likely be an all consuming lover. A man a woman would lose herself in. Something she didnt want, nor need. Shaking her head, to clear her mind of the dark man, she refused to allow Aidan to get her mind off her target again. Lawrence was safe. He was a man that was easy to love.
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After the holiday and they all returned to work things would be different. She was going to act on her feelings for Lawrence one way or another. * * * So, Aid, whats your plans next week? You still headed out to your sisters in Vermont? Aidan shifted his gaze away from Chanel Davidsons sexy form as she headed out of the conference room. No, man, my sisters in-laws decided to go to her house this year and the last thing I want is to be around the craziness of that family. You dont like them? Jed from the family financial department asked. Aidan shook his head. Its not that I dont like them. Theyre like bees, they move in a swarm. Its got to be a hundred of them. More co-workers trickled out of the conference room, leaving small patches of people talking about work and the holidays in groups of threes or more. Damn. Thats a reunion not a Christmas get together. Lawrence chimed in. Exactly. What about you guys? Aidan asked, collecting his 2009 focus folder from the table. Well, you know me and Christie are going to her parents house. Jed smiled. Everyone knew how much Jed loved his in-laws. He and Christie were high school sweethearts so her family had been his family since the beginning of time. Outside of the sappy couple, whats your plans, Lawrence? You headed up nor-- Naw, man, Lawrence cut him off. Not this year. Assessing his friends frustrated expression, he waited. Another year has gone and I think I need sometime to think. I need to make some serious decisions about my love life. Lawrences face was tight with anxiety. The two of them had been friends for four years while they worked at Brandt and Tomlin accounting firm. However, Aidan didnt push Lawrence to open up. He knew his friend would come to him soon enough. So, you camping out in your house? Jed inquired. Nope. Lawrence smiled. Im headed to my cabin in the mountains by Blue Ridge. Its already fully stocked and waiting for me. Aidan admitted to himself, he envied Lawrence. His friend was a rich kid, who worked hard for his own money, but still he was afforded additional luxuries by his family. Lawrences cabin had been a gift from his parents when he got the job at the firm. As the offices good looking rich kid, Lawrence turned the heads of a lot of women at the firm. Lawrence smiled frequently and often, stealing the hearts of the young and old women. But, Lawrence wasnt a jerk, he was cocky and flirtatious at times, but never crossed the line. Still the women came chasing. The three men walked out of the room and went to their own offices. Shaking his head, Aidans mind drifted to one of Lawrences admirers. Chanel Davidson. The beautiful caramel skinned woman with the tight professional French twist gave Aidan hot erotic dreams most nights. But, he knew the African American goddess had a thing for Lawrence. Today was no different from any day when hed caught her staring at Lawrence. Then hed gotten caught himself, staring at her. Sitting behind his desk, Aidan knew it was a vicious triangle of emotions that would lead to no where. There was no way in hell hed ever get the opportunity to get Chanel to consider him. Not with Lawrence around. * * * Chanel, ohmygod Natalie one of her best friends and co-worker came tearing into the break room, her short bob appearing tussled and wind blown with her eyes wide and full of excitement. Glancing between the joy on her best friends face and Peter the file clerk for the accounting department manager, she asked, Whats up?
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Natalie shifted a glance at the gangly dark skinned assistant. Come with me. Grabbing her by the arm, Natalie dragged her from the break room into an empty office. I still have a half day of work left before I can leave, I may need this arm. Chanel laughed trotting behind her friends rapid moving feet. Sealing the door behind them, Natalie whispered, You will not believe what I heard. Mimicking her friends tone, she said, I cant believe anything until you tell me whats going on. Arg! Natalie grunted impatiently. Shh, so I can tell you. Natalie always became impatient when she had a juicy tidbit to tell. She demanded complete focus. Chanel pretended to zip her lips. Pushing Chanel a few feet away from the door as if someone would ease drop, Natalie dropped her voice lower. When I was leaving the conference room, Lawrence was still lingering talking to a group of guys about his plans for the holiday. News flashChristmas is in a week. Everyones ta-- The evil eye look from Natalie cut off Chanels sarcastic comment. Chanel zipped her lips again and twisted as if locking it then smiled when Natalie held her hand out for the imaginary key. Chanel pretended to drop it in her friends open palm. Squeezing her hand closed, Natalie continued, Now, before you start talking again. Lawrence was telling the guys that he was headed to his cabin for the holidays to hang out. Something about plans he made fell through so he was going up to the mountains. Chanel watched her friends happy expression as if she was expecting her to get the obvious end to her statement. Shrugging her shoulders, Chanel tried to communicate that she didnt get it. Arg! Natalie growled again. Lawrence will be nestled all snug in his cabin.bed alone, with no one to spend the holidays with. And? You!! He can spend it with you. Nat, Lawrence has not asked me out in all these months hes been teasing me with gifts. I doubt hell break tradition now. It had been a grueling year of waiting for the man shed grown to care about through all his kind gestures to make a move and ask her out. But, evidently underneath all of Lawrences confident smiles was a shy man when it came to love. It made him all the more endearing. To a point. Youre right. He probably wont ask you out right. Strange as I think that is. But, you can still- Tap, tap. Whats going on in here? Linda the other member of their trio walked in. Her kinky twist bouncing around her head. I went to your office and Connie said she saw you all head this way. Linda, tell this woman its time for her to seize the day. Linda looked from one to the other. Why are we Carpe Dieming? Chanel crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Natalie. Lawrence is going to his cabin alone, Natalie paused and pinned Chanel with a look. I told Chanel that now is the time to approach him. Chanel found herself caught in both of her friends gaze. Oh, Linda, dont tell me youre with Nats irrational thoughts. Shrugging, Linda said, She does have a point. How many nights do we all have to sit around a restaurant and hear how much you want Lawrence to stop playing around? Chanel gnawed the inside of her lip. Her friends were correct. She was tired of the staid relationship or non-relationship that she and Lawrence had. What am I suppose to do with it? I told you a long time ago to tell him straight up how you feel. Linda said.
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No! Natalie through her hands up as if to stop Chanel from strolling out of the empty office post haste. It has been so long. You need to do something bold, sexy expressive. Ahh, Linda giggled. I like. Bold and sexy. Men are led by the stick in their pants. Linda smiled with confidence. Lawrence has probably been waiting for you to grab him by the attention. Well, that wouldnt have been how I said it. It was Natalies time to shrug. But, point made. How do you all suggest I do this? Chanel tilted her head and viewed her friends who seemed to be having a good time at her expense. Should I walk into his office naked and say Take me Ive been waiting? A set of brown eyes and blue eyes stared at her, not appearing to appreciate her not taking the desperation of her own situation seriously. Naked good. Linda chimed in. Office bad. Natalie finished. Linda tapped her lips. You need a more private setting. Yeah, having him at the cabin would be great. Natalie mumbled, lost in thought. Once again. Not seen Lawrence inviting me. Chanel threw her hands up at her side. But if you could go to him and surprise him. Natalie said. Frowning, Chanel said, What am I supposed to do, GPS his heart? Both of her friends laughed. If only that could work. Natalie sighed. If you knew the location of his cabin. Lindas head was bowed as if she were deep in thought. If. Chanel echoed. Linda popped her head up, her eyes bright. I think I may be able to help. Ill see you all later. Linda zoomed out of the vacant office, leaving Chanel and Natalie startled at her exit. * * * Twenty minutes before Chanel was headed home to pack for her vacation at her parents house, Linda came rushing into her office with the same energy shed left earlier. Got it. Linda smacked down a piece of paper on Chanels desk. Picking up the pink slip, Chanel asked, What is this? Lawrences address to his cabin. Lindas grin was broad as she folded her arms over her chest. Shocked, Chanel stared at the information on the paper. Howd you get this? Easy. When you work in payroll you can get almost anything from people. She folded her arms over her chest. I simply called Lawrence and said that we were attempting to send out holiday bonuses on Christmas day and Mr. Brandt wanted to have everyones leave address encase we could pull it off. Is that true? Chanel frowned at her friend. Hell, no. Well get them out by New Years as always. Brandts to cheap to have the checks signed before that. But, he has to get them done by the thirty-first to write them off. Brandts only goal. Chanel looked at the address again. So many questions rose in her head. Did she really want to do this? Was it worth the risk? What if he turned her down, or sent her away? Linda must have read the questions on her face, because her friend said, The ball is in your court. If you want to do this, I already spoke to Natalie and well drive you there. Drive me there? Chanel asked. Of course. Natalie walked into the room, joining Linda on the other side of Chanels desk. Men find it hard to resist a stranded woman. Ask Dan. Dan was Natalies husband and theyd met one night five years ago when she was left in a small town in Arkansas at a diner off the main road. Dan was a long distance truck driver at the time. He
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was headed to Philadelphia and had to pass through Virginia and offered her a ride. They fell in love and were married a year later after his transfer. Staring at the interracial pair, Chanel allowed her mind to ponder if she truly wanted to do this. She thought about the several months of not knowing when Lawrence was going to advance their flirtation to the next level. Glancing outside she looked at the sunny icy day of December. Southern Virginia rarely received snow for Christmas. Times like this she missed Michigan. As she began to turn away, she noticed a single flurry drifting by the window. It was like a sign of hope, possibility. Im going to do it. She would need to call her parents and make excuses why she wouldnt be home until the New Year. Holidays were big for her family. She was normally home for all the major ones because everyone, her and her four brothers rarely missed a major holiday. However, she was willing to risk her mothers disappointment to hopefully get her man. It was always easier to get forgiveness then approval. Especially if it was going to get her closer to walking down the aisle. How about dinner tonight and we can discuss it? Linda asked. That works for me. Dans not home until Monday anyway. Natalie shrugged. Great. Tonight then. Ill cook. Chanel stood, smiling at her friends and feeling good about her decision.

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Chapter 2 Night was starting to darken the mountain area as Aidan walked into the cabin after a long walk through the woods. He hadnt been hiking in years and he forgot how much he enjoyed being out in nature and breathing good clean air. It gave him a chance to put his thoughts in perspective. There were some choices he needed to make in the New Year. The image of Chanel Davidson entered his mind. Hed attempted to get her attention in various ways, but shed ignored him. Never giving him any signal she was interested. Even though he was sure she felt the intense attraction between them. For some reason she fought it. Taking a deep breath, he allowed the vision to stay with him while he began to prepare the trout hed caught at the lake that morning. Lawrence had been correct, the kitchen was fully stocked, but not only that the custom made appliances showed his familys wealth. Pulling the fish out hed already cleaned, scaled and seasoned, he turned on the grill in the center of the stove to cook it. Yeah, he was going to enjoy this week of time alone. His family didnt celebrate the holidays. His parents had divorced when he and his sister were young. His father raised them and as an airline pilot he naturally liked to travel, frequently his dad took them on trips for Christmas. That had given both he and his sister the desire for family and structure. His sister had married into a large Italian family and loved every minute of the holiday camaraderie. He hadnt gotten his wish fulfilled yet. So, the solitude of this place was good for him. Perfect. * * * Are you ready to do this? Natalie sat behind the wheel of her Ford Escape and stared into her rearview mirror. Sitting in the back seat, Chanel looked away from the cabin to meet the brown eyes of her friend and took a deep breath. Shes more than ready. Linda in the front passenger seat turned around and gave Chanel a broad smile of encouragement. Two nights ago, the three of them sat around Chanels dinner table eating pasta salad and discussing this evenings event. In two hours a plan was firmly in place. Now here she was. In a minute she would step out of this car and prove to Lawrence in a daring way that she was here for the taking. This was no longer a game. Glancing back at the small cabin with its windows illuminated and smoke curling out of the chimney into the night sky, she nodded, more to herself than her friends. The house stood alone, it had been miles since shed seen another house. This week it would only be her and Lawrence, no outside disturbances. To Linda and Natalie, her two co-conspirators, she said, Here goes nothing. Chanel opened one of the back side doors. No, Chanel, here comes everything in a sexy brown package. Linda exclaimed. Natalie laughed. Chanel shook her head and stepped out into the cold night. Call us if you need us. Well be here to get you the day after Christmas unless-- Natalie began saying. You tell us not to come, because you and Lawrence are still in bed. Linda cut in. Friday, ladies. Chanel ducked into the front window on Lindas side of the car. My mother would kill me if I didnt make it for New Years Eve. Blowing her friends kisses she grabbed the one item she would need and stepped back from the car.
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With a deep breath, she faced the house holding the man she wanted. The wooden sanctuary with all her hopes and dreams inside, beckoned her. Moving gingerly up the icy walk, the freezing wind swirl around her legs and up her coat, Chanel realized quickly that she hadnt considered temperatures when she and her friends had chosen her outfit. It was much colder in the Blue Ridge Mountains than at home. A Santa suit would have been a lot warmer. Creeping up on the porch, the crunch of her friends tires faded behind her as they headed back home. Standing at the door she raised her hand to knock. Think more about the element of surprise, she tried the knob and was thankful that Lawrence believed in country safety. It turned easily in her hand. Throwing up a quick prayer that she wouldnt find herself on the end of a shot gun when she crossed the threshold, the second level of country security, she moved in. The living room was warm and inviting, the lamps were turned all the way up and a fire roared below in a stone chimney. The aroma of food greeted her. Keeping silent, she entered the room and quietly closed the door behind her. Thinking about city safety she locked the door, when the soft click echoed in the room, she paused. Her heart raced as she listened to the sounds in the house and wondered where Lawrence was at that moment. There were two door ways, one she figured held a room and the other a kitchen. Neither could she see into from her angle at the door. A sizzling sound and clicking of silverware easily informed her that he was in the kitchen. Smiling, she crossed the carpet, in her candy apple red heels, so high her feet were beginning to ache. Before the couch and the curtained window she set her radio down and got herself together. A few more minutes, she told her feet. She would be out of her shoes and in Lawrences arms. She stood with her back to the kitchen and waited. Nervous couldnt begin to describe the shaky feeling in her belly. At least three times, before she heard foot steps, she considered maybe she had been too hasty. When she heard approaching steps, she stiffened her resolve. Every man loved a sexy show. Lawrence would be no different. What the-- She pushed play on her remote and drowned out his words of shock. As Eartha Kit sang her rendition of Santa Baby, Chanel rotated her shoulders and seductively moved her hips below her trench coat. Struggling, she unfastened the knot in her coat and slowly slid it down her back, stopping it at her hips. A clip held her hair to the side, so that all of her back was bare to him. This was supposed to be the part in the song where she turned to face him, but she was finding it hard to pivot around. Instead, she performed the sexy dance shed practice to perfection to the emerald colored curtains. She hoped for a slight chance that Lawrence was still enjoying the show even though he wasnt getting the full effect of her outfit. Perhaps he was, considering he hadnt stopped her. As the song played, she sang along with it, building up her bravado. At some point she had to turn. Occasionally, she allowed the coat to slip to the backs of her thighs and she could hear his raspy intake of breath, then she wiggle the coat back to its original place. The last notes of the song came out and she used every ounce of bravery inside of her. Flinging her coat wildly to the side, not caring where it landed, she executed a sexy about face as she turned to him with arms held high and sang out. Hurry up my chimney tonight! Facing the man that was supposed to be Lawrence, in all of her bare glory she screamed. * * * Aidan was held spellbound. With his dinner plate in his hand, his eyes wide and a designer woman trench coat at his feet, he was stuck in a daze.
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A sexy caramel colored, long legged, bare Chanel, stood before him with a red, white and green bow stuck in strategic place on the front of her body as if shed walk out of his sensual fantasies. Narrow waist and full hips and breast beckoning him to touch. From this moment on, he would forever, believe in Christmas. Her startled scream snapped him out of his erotic stupor. Aidan, what are you doing here? She asked, accusingly, as she struggled to find which place to put her hands and attempt to cover up her body. Admiring the view, he leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen and watched her. Where am I supposed to be? Arg! her eyes shifted from left to right, anywhere but to him, searching for her coat. Not here. Smiling, he knew he held the advantage, because her coat lay at his feet, hidden from her view behind the back of the couch. The gentlemanly thing to do would have been to hand her the coat. The erection pushing firmly against his pants, brought on by her little sensuous show, left him feeling many things, a gentleman wasnt one of them. Her frantic search brought her to a short afghan blanket on the arm of the couch. Grabbing it she wrapped it around her shoulders. When she realized that it left most of her body uncovered she lowered it to her torso like a towel. The multicolored shroud didnt detract from her attractiveness. Where is Lawrence? Her eyes shifted as if she thought Lawrence was hiding in another room. Frowning, Aidan stared at her. Not here. Her gaze zeroed in on him and she stamped her sexy heeled foot. Hes supposed to be here. Aidan felt his hackles rise. He was angry that she had done all of this for Lawrence. His friend. Another man. He wanted to growl and beat his chest like Tarzan while yelling, Jane mine. Hm, he grunted. Upset he didnt want to end up saying something he would want to take back later. Grabbing her coat he laid it on the back of the couch. Crossing the room, he sat down on one end of the couch and started to eat, watching her. Hustling, to her coat she quickly put it on, securing the belt tight around her waist. Youre going to sit there and eat? Yup. It was easier to concentrate on his plate instead of her, desiring to see her remove the coat that covered up her gorgeous body. I didnt make enough for two, but Im more than happy to share. You want some? No, I dont want any thing to eat. She rubbed her forehead, worry lines creased her face. This was a mistake, she mumbled as she turned her back to him, pulling her cell out of her pocket. Did Lawrence invite you here? Her brown eyes gazed at him over her shoulder. No. It was a surprise. He nodded and continued to eat the grilled fish, not tasting any of it. Shit. He heard her say. Glancing up, he saw the slight limp as she moved closer to the window waving her cell phone high in the air. Hobbling to the door, she swung it wide and stuck her hand out into the night pleading with the cell phone gods for a connection. The sexy wounded Amazonian woman turned to him. I have no bars. Placing his plate on the table, no longer willing to put up the faade of eating, he shook his head. Theres no cell connection here. With a more pronounced limp she moved toward him and asked, Wheres the house phone? Allowing his gaze to roam the length of her body until they rested on her feet, he said, Why dont you take those heels off. He had to admit that Chanel did look sexy as hell in them, but he could tell that she was in pain by their four inch height.
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Look, point me to the phone then Ill be out of your hair and on my way. The grimace on her face, detracted from her no nonsense look she was attempting to execute. Rising to his full height; which was an even eye level with her in heels, he commanded, Sit! She gritted her teeth, but still sat. The huffing sound spoke volumes of what she felt about his order. Aidan didnt care if she was upset with him, the last thing he wanted was her prancing around in come fuck me pumps and two steps away from snapping her ankle. Resuming his seat he reached down and grabbed her foot. Pulling her foot back she began, What are you do-- The single eyebrow he raised silenced her. She yielded her foot to his hands. There isnt a phone in this house. He snatched off one shoe than the other. No phone? The scrunching of her forehead showed her anxiety. Placing her feet on his thigh he took note of the swollen red skin surrounding her toes. If shed have kept them on for much longer, she most likely would have lost the ability to walk. With the thought of easing her discomfort, he began to massage the arch of her feet. She initially flinched at the contact of his hands on the first foot, but Chanel must have noticed the look on his face, warning her not to try it. Settling her foot on his thigh she remained still. Continuing his ministration, he caught her biting her bottom lip. Stifling a moan he was sure. I need to get home. She glanced away from his hands and looked toward the door. Once again a look crossed her face as if any moment someone would open the door and rescue her. Howd you get here? Focusing on him, then dropping her gaze to her hands fiddling with her coat belt, she said, My friends dropped me off. When were they planning to come back and get you? Friday. Aidan understood everything from the single word. She and her co-conspirators, who he would bet his next paycheck were Linda and Natalie. Those women had made sure that she was trapped out here for days with Lawrence, naked and available. What man could resist. His eyes lowered to her coat, remembering the tempting nude form that was encased inside. All for Lawrence. He pushed her feet off his lap. * * * The unexpected move caught Chanel off guard. Before she could react her feet hit the ground with a thud. She winced at the sharp stab of pain in her toes. She would kick Linda when she got home for taking her to that hooker store to purchase the heels. Lawrence will love them. Hell have them in the air before the song is finished, her friend had said. Well, no Lawrence and all she had to remember the night was a throbbing in her feet. Aidan got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen with his half eaten plate of food. Her stomach began to ache, joining her feet in giving her pain. She hadnt eaten since lunch. However, shed been too excited about the coming evening to think about food, but now her body was protesting. Ignoring it once again, she followed Aidan. Hey, didnt you drive up here? Or did Lawrence bring you? Scraping his plate into the trash, he then deposited it in sudsy water. Facing her, he leaned his back against the sink and crossed his arms over his massive chest. Has his chest always been so broad? Yes, I drove. His words brought her attention back to his face. Joy cruised through her veins. Great. She almost clapped. You can take me home.
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Turning she headed for the door. Shed have to wear those stupid shoes out into the cold but once in the car she could remove them again. Problem solved. No. Immediately her feet halted, they dug deep into the carpet before she turned. What? What do you mean no? No means no. In every language. Giving her his back, he began washing his dishes and stacking them in the drainer as she stood there shocked. Stumping towards him, she grabbed his shoulder and attempted to pull him around to face her. It was like moving a mountain. Aidan glanced down at her hand, then at her face before giving her his full attention. Dropping her hand, she tried to appeal to him in her no nonsense voice. Look, Aidan. I need you to take me. Crossing her arms over her chest, not missing the lowering of his gaze to her coat, and said, I will pay you gas money for the trip. His intense silver eyes rose slowly up her chest, when they met hers, he said, No. She clenched her teeth, trying to keep her cool. Deciding to change tactics she took a step closer to him, almost closing the gap between them. Allowing her voice to drop, she lowered her eyes so they took on one of the sexy looks actresses used when they wanted to seduce a man. And she wanted to seduce Aidan. Seduce him to take her home. Aidan. She let her mouth play with his name as if it were sensual treat for her to even say it. Aidan, I really need to get home. Its Christmas and Id love to be snug in my bed waiting on Santa. His silver eyes turned to a metallic gray as he grabbed her by the waist and swung her around until her ass was pressed against the counter and his hard body aligned with hers in the front. Before she could react, he palmed the back of her head and angled his mouth onto hers and kissed her. Nothing light and sweet. No, his lips pressed into her, demanding her to open for him. Without thought her lips parted, his tongue swept inside stroking every area of her mouth. Clutching his shoulders for support, she rode out the fierce storm. Arching her hips, she pressed her aching sex against the steel bulge imprinted against her. His tongue plunged deeper, thrusting in and out of her mouth, then twirled around her own, coaxing her to join in the fray. When hers glided across his and into his mouth, he groaned. Leaning back a little, he nipped her bottom lip then suckled it and released. Panting heavily, she stared at him. Chanel, dont play with me, he growled. You came up here to get fucked. Even though your strip tease was meant for someone else, Id fuck you the same. She was startled by his words. More than that, she was shocked by the power of his kiss and her response to him. Even now her body was trembling. Shoving him away from her, she stepped to the side. Im not a whore! she cried. Her body was shaky inside. She wanted to believe it was from nerves, but she was afraid to consider that the quivers were caused by the man standing three feet from her. Damn it, stop acting like one, he barked. I just want to get ho-me. Her voice cracked. She felt like a fool at that moment. A fool caught up in her own follies. Aidans sigh was heavy. When she glanced over her shoulders at him, his fingers were making rough pathways through his hair. Look, Chanel. I dont know what to tell you. I sympathize with you being stuck out here. However, I dont plan to leave this cabin until Friday. Your poor planning doesnt make this my problem. You can find another way home or stay. It doesnt matter one way or the other to me.

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Chapter 3 Aidan lied. It did matter to him. Deep down to the marrow of his bones it mattered. He was pissed, horny and dejected. Chanel had intruded on his peace and solitude. She had come here with plans to seduce another man. Yet even knowing that he still wanted her. Even in his rage he had been unable to resist the feel of her body against his. Shit if she left he was screwed. If she stayed he was screwed. Now that she had been here, her presence would invade his time, physically or mentally. Finishing off his last dish, he dried his hands on the kitchen towel then turned to face her. Her own hair was mussed. While his back had been turned, shed removed the clip holding her long hair to the side and was still in the process of worrying her scalp with her fingers through it. Her expression was so forlorn it tugged at his heart strings. But he stuck to his guns. Whats your decision, Chanel? I have no choice but to stay, she spoke in a soft voice. All sexual undertones were gone. He exhaled, not realizing hed been holding his breath. Nodding, he said, Let me get you something to eat. I can hear your stomach talking. Giving him a small smile, she moved to the little table tucked in a nook and stared out the dark back window. In the morning she would be able to see the lake. It was a beautiful sight, but now it reflected misery. Glancing between the reflection and the woman Aidan held firm to his resolve. Going to the refrigerator he pulled out the fixing for a sandwich. * * * Chanel gazed into the window, but instead of viewing her gloomy reflection she was staring at the image of the man. Aidan Carmichael was domineering, forceful, commanding and an overbearing grump. At the same time he was intense, strong, passionate and downright sexy. Every facet of his being was more than one reason why she should put on her painful pumps and hightail it out of here as fast as she could. At work it was easy to tell herself she wasnt attracted to him. Too easy to focus all her attention on the smiling face of Lawrence. Dreams of Lawrence always consisted of candle light dinners and long walks on the beach, showed them in old age sitting on the porch sipping lemonade in tranquil union. She tried to hold onto those images. Instead, there were frequent nights her sleep was infected by visions of Aidan. They were anything but tame and subtle. There were candles in their dream as well, but they would surround them as they made love. Not love, just hot passionate sex. On the beaches the echo of the waves crashing on to the sand mimicked his thrusts into her body. Even in old age they would be on a porch swing and Aidans silver eyes would hold hers, his arm would be wrapped around her shoulder keeping her close as his fingers gently traced her lips. Her lips tingled, remember the kiss. Shaking her head, she gazed at her self in the black window, telling herself firmly, Aidan was like cancer. An all consuming cancer. Allowing even a small portion of him in would end up consuming her whole body, soul. Like the kiss they had shared, Aidan left her with no space for thoughtonly reaction and feeling. Over the next few days she had to devise a plan to stay away from him. Far away. Dinner is served, his voice interrupted her thoughts. He crossed the room with a sandwich and chips on a plate and set it down before her. Thank you, Aidan. Drink?
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Swallowing she realized how parched she was. Water if you have it. Moving back to the refrigerator, he grabbed a bottle of water. Handing it to her, he said, Ill leave you to eat in peace. She gave him a nod, not missing his gaze roaming along her body. Thank you. She sighed with relief when he was true to his word and left her alone in the kitchen. Distance and space was what she needed from him. Distance and space. * * * Pissed with himself, he walked out of the cabin and into the crisp dark night. He headed down to the lake, remembering the path he had taken frequently that morning and allowing the soft light of the moon to lead his way. Aidan stopped at the end of the short dock. Damn, the kiss had been a mistake. Hed known he was headed down the wrong path when he touched her. However, he was unable to resist the urge to feel her in his arms. Now, he was in a worse state of attraction than before he had kissed her. His mind continued to replay her reaction to him. The way she had given back to him. Giving as good as she got and than some. He recalled how her warm soft body grinded against his own. He groaned. The desire to turn back around, storm into the kitchen, pull her out of the chair and lay her bare on top of the table and kiss every inch of her beautiful body over powered him. Thats why he had to break away from her. She was a drug, an addictive, walking and talking sexy stimulant. Shed always affected him, but now that hed touched her, tasted her, she was in his blood stream and seducing him to sample her. His cock stirred to life again. Shit, he had to get himself together. It had been an error in judgment, concocted out of his wounded pride that made him refuse to leave his wilderness haven. The sensible thing for him to do was to take her back to the city. Saving them both from a week that would be tiring on many levels. But, Aidan admitted to himself that he wanted her here. A part of him, deep down hoped that if they spent a week together it could sway her in his direction. Force her to see him, without the distraction of Lawrences charm. Youre a fucking crazy man, Aidan Carmichael, he warned himself. He had no doubt that he was crazy. Hed been crazy for Chanel for well over a year. Ending his musing, he inhaled and allowed the night air to cleanse his senses before he went back into the house. * * * Twenty minutes later, Chanel had finished her dinner and couldnt think of any other reason to stay in the kitchen. The hour was getting late and she was exhausted from the drive up the mountain, as well as the emotional turmoil shed encountered with Aidan. True to his word he had left her alone. Now she wondered where he was. Leaving the table, she quickly cleaned off her plate and went to find the aloof man. Entering the living room she spotted him coming from the other doorway carrying a blanket and pillow. Can I assume that you dont have a suitcase hiding outside the door? Shifting from one foot to the other in guilt, she told him, If you did your assumption would be correct. She watched his chest expand as he dropped his load onto the couch. Her eyes couldnt help following the movement of his arms, revealed now that he stood in shorts and a tank top. She stopped herself before licking her lips. Yes, being around Aidan was dangerous.
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Im sure youre tired and ready to get out of your, he paused and took in her ensemble. Your coat. Theres not much here in the way of womens clothing and youre far from my size, still I placed some clothes for you on the bed. But, youre welcome to anything I have in the drawers this week. Thank you. He shrugged, as if it were no problem. Walking toward the bedroom, she said, Ill take a minute. Then you can have your bed. Its yours. Turning she watched him knocking back pillows on the couch to the floor, making more room for himself as he made it into a bed. You dont have to do that, Aidan. Ive intruded enough on you. One side of his mouth lifted as if he were going to smile, but it never made it. Ill survive. Reaching over he turned off the lamp, leaving the area illuminated by the fire place. Nodding she continued to the room. At the door, she glanced over her shoulder. Aidan turned, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt from the back and yanked it over his head. She couldnt help allowing her eyes to take in the sight of the strong play of muscles as they bunched and stretched. His back was broad and tapered nicely to trim male hips and waist. Lowering her gaze, she couldnt help but wonder what his ass looked like bare. Shaking her head, she cleared her mind. Once inside the bedroom, she pulled the door closed and took off her coat and wrap. Staring at herself in the dresser mirror in flesh and bows, she was disgusted. She didnt know how she had convinced herself that marooning herself alone with Lawrence had been a good idea. It wasnt. Frustrated she popped off each bow and winced at the small stings. She quickly donned the large t-shirt. She put on the sweat pants and they immediately fell back to her ankles. Too tired to finagle them to stay up, she sighed. The shirt landed mid-thigh for her, so she was good for the night. Tossing the sweats into a corner chair she headed to the only bathroom in the cabin. Washing her face and placing a single French braid down in her hair, so it wouldnt tangle during the night, she turned the light out and headed to the king size bed. Aidan had turned down the blankets for her. Smiling, she climbed onto the soft pillow top mattress. Lawrence might be pretending to rough it in the great outdoors, but his bed told on him, the rich kid enjoyed the softer side of life. Her smile melted away as her mind conjured up an image of Aidans hard body. Too exhausted to push the thought away she allowed her mind to run free as she drifted off to sleep. * * * Aidan hadnt been able to sleep a wink. It had been three hours ago that Chanel had gone to bed and he lay on the couch staring into the gas lit blaze. Every cell in his body knew that Chanel was under the same roof as him. His mind replayed the image of her naked form standing and swaying in the middle of the room. Man, she was beautiful. The many nights he had spent fantasying about her were nothing compared to the reality. Chanels legs seem to go on forever, they were smooth and toned. Her hips were wide, but not overly generous, enhanced by her narrow waist and complimented by her full breast. The urge to touch her soft brown skin overwhelmed him, causing his palms to itch and his dick to swell. He had been unable to see her nipples and know if they were large or small, because of the bows. Those damn holiday stickers had also withheld the sight of her pussy. Was it trimmed into a neat triangle, or fashioned into a narrow strip or bare, as he loved? His mouth watered with the desire to taste her and his erection grew even more. Beads of sweat popped out on his body and he rolled the blanket onto the floor.
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Looking down at the tent in his shorts he knew he was torturing himself. There was little chance that hed ever be able to caress Chanels skin and it was for damn sure he probably wouldnt get the opportunity to slide his cock inside of her. Shed come here for someone else. All her treats had been laid bare for someone else. Lawrence. The man whod hopped on a last minute flight to Seattle to make up with his long term girl friend. There was no attachment for Lawrence where Chanel was concerned. However, his friend was fully aware of Aidans feelings for the smart, beautiful woman. Months ago, hed attempted to lay the foundation of his plans to seduce her heart. But, it had all back fired on him. The more things he did to tempt her, the more she seemed to be determined to have Lawrence. Aidan continued to stare at his hard cock, saying his friends name did nothing to reduce his reaction to Chanel. Nothing did. Lying still, he listened to the wind of the snow storm as it whipped around the house. No other sound could be heard, except the small hissing sound from the burning in the grate keeping the fire blazing. Glancing back at the fire, he thought about what Chanels body would look like touched by the warm glow. If things were different. If she had come to this cabin for him, hed already have her stretched out before the fire, as the heat of the flames kissed her skin hed be right behind it. The throbbing of his dick was at a painful level. His body begged for relief and satisfaction, in a situation where none could be found. Looking over toward the bedroom door, he reassured himself it was still secure. Freeing himself, he glared at the raging length. * * * It was the color of amber as the flames illuminated its length. Thick and erect, Aidans cock demanded release. It was beautiful in its rage. Chanel stood rooted to the floor at the threshold of the bedroom. Sounds of the wind had awakened her. Shed been unable to get back to sleep for the last few minutes and rose to get herself some water. Remembering how a moment before she had been glad that the well lubed hinges didnt squeak when she opened the door. She had no desire to arouse Aidan from his sleep. However, Aidan was already aroused in another way. Silently, she watched him fist his hard length, giving it consistent strokes. Part of her brain sent off warning flares, telling her to turn back. But, the other part of her brain, the part that kept her gaze glued to his cock kept her feet rooted to the floor. How a man could appear both strong and beautiful was beyond her. Regardless, Aidan did. His eyes were closed; Aidans features were contorted as if he were in pain. No stranger to self pleasure, or self preservation as she thought of it, she knew it wasnt pain that ran through Aidans body. Even now her body hummed with awakening. Her thighs were now becoming wet with excitement. A groan came from the couch. Shifting her gaze from his busy hand to his face, she wondered what he fantasized about while he brought himself to ecstasy. She couldnt recall the last time shed satisfied herself and it had been much longer than that since someone else had given her gratification. There was a hypnotic intensity to watching Aidans passion. Like a moth to a flame she found herself drawn to him. * * * Aidan could see Chanel in his minds eye, bare and availing herself to him. As his hand squeezed and pumped he imaged it were her pussy wrapped tight around his dick instead of his own fist. How hot and wet her body would feel if he were buried inside of her. Trying to stifle a groan, he bit down on his bottom lip. Still the sound slipped out.
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His grip tightened and his speed increased as his hips arched, meeting his grasp. A loud intake of air caught his attention, for a moment he thought it had come from him or he was hallucinating. Unsure, he cracked his eyes open and every muscle in his body stilled except his determined hand as he spotted Chanels silhouette at the foot of the couch. One of her hands bunched the oversize t-shirt in her grasp between her breasts, while the other fidgeted with the bottom edge of the shirt against her thigh. There was no doubt in his mind that it was definitely her and not an illusion. Hed never been able to imagine such a clear look of passion like the one currently complimenting her features. Silently she stared down at him. Or directly at his cock was a better estimation. Neither of them spoke, his steady hand never wavered in its strokes. He was the first to break the silence. Do you plan to stand there and watch me all night, Chanel? Or do you want to touch-- On another evening, another time in life it would have been comical to see how fast her eyes zipped up from his dick to his face. But, not now. Now, he was so hot for her that comedy was a distant emotion. Her brown eyes cleared slightly from its mesmerized gaze, but still held the haze of passion. Aidan her husky voice, this time void of phony passion like earlier in the kitchen, caressed him. Its you and me, baby. He confirmed. No one else was allowed. Taking a step back, she whispered, I should go. He rotated his thumb over the head of his sex and didnt miss Chanels gaze dipping to his cock once again. Her chest expanded causing her taut nipples to show against the shirt. Running away, Chanel? She dropped her hand from her shirt. I dont think-- her words dropped as she licked her lips. Her brown eyes met his, her indecision was clear making him push for what he wanted and what he wanted was Chanel Davidson. Dont think. Not tonight, he countered. Holding his hand out to her he waited, not wanting to rush her.

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Chapter 4 Chanel felt her feet moving before shed even made a clear decision in her head to take Aidan up on his offer. Theres no harm in touching. Is there? Its a simple touch, Chanel. One touch. She told herself as she found herself standing next to the couch. He slipped his fingers through her hand closest to his. She was thankful he remained silent. Yet still it was the slow and steady hand stroking his cock that drew her. With a tentative reach, she brushed the tip with her middle finger, feeling the drop of moisture. His dick flinched, he gasped and his hand squeezed hers. She smiled. There was nothing like sexual power over a man to make a woman feel strong and confident. Kneeling, she cupped her hand around his and followed him up and down along the length of his shaft. Taking note in how he touched himself. What moves caused him to groan or intake air, like when his hand reached the top and he tightened at the tip. She was no novice in this arena and over the years she had garnered moves of her own that she desired to use on Aidan. Urging his hand away from the hard length, she took over. His cock was warm and solid against her palm. Fingers flexing and hand rotating, she watched his eyes turn smoky as he stared at her hand on his member. When she added pressure on the tip, she became captivated by the pearly droplet of precum, a perfect bubble on the tip. She enjoyed seeing the milky swirl as it preened in the fire light. Chanel his voice sounded rough as Aidan seemed to fight for control. Answering his request, she leaned forward and glided her tongue over the top. She almost sighed with pleasure. The robust taste of Aidan settled on her tongue and sent a tingling sensation of arousal along her spine. She wasnt new to this act and a small taste of him made her want more. The smile she gave to him was her only warning, before she took him into her mouth. Not slow and languid, instead she consumed him as if he were her favorite treat. And at that moment he was. He hissed, as she sucked his shaft, bobbing and deep throated more than half his length. Considering he had to be well over nine inches, the portion was no small feat. When she licked him, he groaned and buried his hands deep in her hair. Guiding her head up and down, as his hips rose to meet her lips. She didnt mind his forcefulness. Matter of fact she thrived under it. Most men in her past treated her gentle and sweet as if she would break from a hard pounding. Giving him more, she hummed her enjoyment. Youre like a dream, baby. Unable to speak, she hummed a little more. The vibrations must have excited him, because Aidans hands fisted in her hair causing her scalp to tingle. Fuck, Chanel, you have to stop. Im going to come. He pulled her up by the hair. Lifting away from him, she taunted him. Then come. She gave him another lick. Ahh! He pressed his head back against the couch and shook his head. No, not like this. As good as the thought is its not my style. Before she could respond, Aidan rose up and pulled her into his arms and tumbled to the floor as he kissed her. His kiss wasnt tender and kind. No, the kiss was Aidan true to formdark, intense and powerful. All the things that she shied away from in the past, however, now she couldnt resist. She was aware of the warmth of his hands settling on the side of her thigh and sliding up. Shit, youre bare, he voice was filled with shock and awe as he pulled his lips away from hers. Unable to respond as he palmed her sex, she bit down on her lip and arched her hips into him.
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Please, she moaned. She ached so much her belly throbbed low in her abdomen. He slipped across her naked skin and between her lips. Damn, Chanel. Your pussy is soaked. He fingered her clit, circling and squeezing the needy bud. Her body began to quake under his ministration, she cried out over taken with passion. Chanel felt as if she were two seconds away from losing her mind if he wasnt inside of her soon. She couldnt recall ever desiring a man this badly. Lying on the carpet, with nothing but fire light glowing in the room, she gazed up at him. His eyes were closed, and there were deep lines etched in his forehead as he concentrated. Sandy blond hair that flickered in the seductive radiance from the embers drew her hands to it. She loved the silky glide along her skin. Removing his hand, he settled his cock at the opening of her sex. Lifting his hand, he dragged his finger along her lips. She could smell the tangy sweet aroma of her own arousal. No other man had ever painted her with her own juices. When his dark gray eyes captured hers, she whispered, I need you. Thats who youre going to get. He kissed her, feeding her the syrup of her cunt. Thrilled at her own taste, she didnt have time to ponder his words as he thrust forward deep and hard and stole her breath away. She screamed into his mouth as his hard length forced into her neglected sex, forcing her walls to widen. The small sparks of pain were not enough to deter her from the pending orgasm. This was what she wanted, needed and feared, a man who would leave the kid gloves at the door and take her with authority. Over the last year she had known in the back of her mind that Aidan would be that type of man. Now, she prayed that when this night was through she wouldnt lose herself. Fuck, youre tight. He paused. Spreading her thighs wider needing all of him, she begged, Dont stop. Never, he grunted. Grabbing her legs, he hooked her knees over his shoulders and pounded into her. Her clit rubbed against the hair covered base of his cock and sent electric sparks through her body. It excited her to feel her body burning from Aidans erotic assault. Fire surrounded her, the blaze in the hearth, her pussy from the thick length and her ass that would show abrasions from the carpet in the morning. Everything around her went still as her body tensed mere seconds before she came. Still quaking, she barely comprehended Aidans words as he rolled them over. Now sprawled on top of him, she heard him say, That was beautiful baby, do it again. Leaning up, she stared down in his face. I cant come twice in a row, she said, feeling slightly disappointed at her inadequacy. Other men had tried, but to know avail, it was like her body shut down. Says who? He worked her shirt over her head. Now, bare as he was, she sat up, his dick still buried inside of her. Tested and proven. I like to do my own research. He palmed her breast. Aidan... She never got to finish her statement as he squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple igniting the firestorm again. Rotating her hips, she pressed into him and clenched her sex around his shaft. He pulled out and pushed back in. Yea, baby suck my cock with your pussy. She followed his words, whether she wanted to or not, her body started to tense giving its self over to delicious sensations. Lowering one of his hands, he continued to tweak her nipple as he fingered her stiff clit.

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She grounded her hips into him, rotating and swaying her hips, she couldnt get enough. His knees bent and butterflied behind her as he bucked into her, deep and powerful taking her breath away. She was caught off guard when she climaxed for the second time. Thrashing and bouncing on him, the orgasm swept through her body like a brush fire, consuming every ounce of her. Aww, Chanel, he called out as he exploded within her. Collapsing onto his chest, she listened to the heavy thud of his heartbeat and awaited the regaining of her senses. You know the third time is a charm. Weak, she didnt have enough energy to lift her head, she mumbled, So they say. * * * From the instant Chanel awoke she knew precisely why she was lying on the living room floor with a blanket covering her and the warmth of a body behind her. Everything about the night before with Aidan she remembered. Even if her mind didnt, the soreness of her body wouldnt allow her to forget. She wanted to convince herself that she wanted to forget. Plead insanity. But she couldnt. Not while her sex throbbed and seeped wetness onto her thighs ready to have him again. Three orgasms and she still wanted more. Slipping from underneath Aidans arms and the covers she got up before she gave into desire and woke him for round four. Grabbing her shirt, she pulled it over her head, then rose and stared down at the sleeping man. He appeared calmer and at peace when he was asleep. After the first two climaxes shed nodded off for a moment and then theyd gone at it again. Yes, she needed to go. Aidan had first wrecked her plans, now her senses, her mind would be the next if she didnt get out of there. Pissed that for the first time in her life, shed forgotten a condom, hell, when shed dressed for the trip, she assumed that Lawrence being a bachelor would have plenty. Last night, checking the nightstand drawer had been the furthest thing from her mind. Thankfully, she was on the pill. There would be no surprise pregnancy from this night. With silent steps, she carried her aroused body to the bedroom for a shower. Under the spray of water, she tried to push thoughts of Aidans lethal form out of her thoughts. However, with each glide of the soapy washcloth over her body her arousal kicked up another notch. As she scrubbed between her legs, rubbing her tender sex, she recalled the feel of his thick dick inside of her, how shed come twice in a row and again later that night. Her body was trembling and her washing turned to stroking. The sprays of the shower rushed down her breast and belly as she pushed her hips forward grinding against her own hand. She had to ease the tension. * * * Aidan stretched and reached, expecting to feel the smooth svelte curves of Chanel beside him. Disappointment weighed on his heart as he noticed the living room was empty besides him. At first he considered that she had left, but glancing at the hook proved that she hadnt taken his truck. Listening, he heard the distant sound of the shower. Sighing with relief, he decided to give her space. When she got out of the shower there would be plenty of time to talk. Last night had not gone as he thought it would. Hell, no. He would have only conceived in his wildest dreams that Chanel would come to him. Let alone wrap that beautiful mouth around his cock. Shit, his dick was getting hard remembering. She had been a dream come true. His erotic dreams come to life. Getting up, he pulled on his shorts and carried the blanket back into the room. Tossing it on the bed for now, he headed to the bathroom, deciding to brush his teeth in the sink before he made them breakfast.
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Not wanting to disturb her, he opened the door gently, then stepped inside. Reaching over to the sink he grabbed his brush and squeezed a little toothpaste on it. Prepared to leave out, he couldnt resist glancing toward the glass shower and getting a peep. The sight of Chanels cloth covered hand between her legs first made him feel ashamed that he was observing a private moment of a womans cleansing. Then he became aroused as he realized what was truly going on. It wasnt the thrusting of her hips against her hand that made him aware of her masturbation, but the sexual tension on her face. After watching Chanel experience three orgasms, he knew how she looked when she was pending an orgasm. The steam rose up around her, as if cocooning her in sensual pleasure, he couldnt look away. Then suddenly her body began to tremble and her free hand slapped against the wall under the showerhead as she came, whimpering in ecstasy. With her head bowed, her full breasts dangling, her chest heaving and her knees slightly bent, he slipped out of the room and left her to the afterglow of her self-gratification. * * * So, what do you want to do today? Aidan asked as they cleaned up the kitchen after breakfast. Chanel stood at the sink, placing the scraped dishes into the water. During breakfast they had talked about some of the new changes at work. Every time he had attempted to bring up last night, shed shifted the subject, work was safe. Work conversation didnt make her nipples tingle. He stepped up beside her, she saw him reach out to touch her and she moved away, going to get the kitchen towel to dry off the one plate she had washed. She couldnt let him touch her. Since shed awakened her body had wanted him and if he even brushed a hair away from her face she was afraid of what would happen. I was thinking a nice drive home would be great. She kept her back to him. The room was silent. Having no other choice, she returned to the sink. Chanel, I wasnt joking when I said I was staying here until Friday. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him leaning back against the counter with his thick arms crossed over his chest. Washing more dishes, she piled them in the clean water instead of drying them one at a time. Thats Jim Cracken dandy for you. But, Im not prepared to stay a week. I have no clothes. What would you have worn if things had been different? his voice was rough. Things are different. So, it doesnt matter. She shook her head. She placed her hand into the rinse water and Aidans stilled her movement before she could take the silverware out. Staring at the two colors of their skin as he held her arm, she waited. Waited for the tremors in her body to stop or even a bolt of lightening that would knock them apart, she couldnt do it. When her gaze rose to meet his, he asked, And after last night? Last night doesnt matter. It was the heat of the moment. Anyone is allowed to lose their mind once. Is that all it was, temporary, passionate insanity? I think thats bull. She snatched her arm away from him and grabbed a handful of silverware out of the sink and dried the bundle. Standing at the silverware drawer she placed them in one at a time, taking deep breaths to clear her mind and stop her body from reacting to Aidan. Look, Aidan, it had been a while and I needed to get off last night. She executed a dry chuckle and a nonchalant shrug. Were adults. No harm no foul. Strutting back to the sink, she grabbed another dish. But, Im going home today. Whos taking you a snow plow team? Frowning, she glanced at him. What?

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Stepping up behind her, she couldnt miss the heat of his body as it aligned with hers. What are you doing? She heard the panic in her own voice, but it was do to the sensations rocketing through her because of him. She had to go. She couldnt stay a week here with him. Look. He swept the curtain over the sink away and allowed her to stare out at the blanket of snow that had fallen through the night. Oh, no, she moaned. He grasped her shoulders with his hands as she continued to stare out the window. Oh, yes, Chanel. Dont worry well be able to get out. They are quick about plowing the roads up here, but it just takes them a few days to get to all of them. His hands moved from her shoulders into her hair. He stroked the length down her back. When the hair ended below her shoulder blades he continued on, until he cupped her ass, massaging it through her shirt. Stay with me, Chanel. Give me this week, he whispered against the side of her neck. She sighed, but stilled herself from leaning her head to the side to give him better access. Because of one night? No, this morning. Not understanding his words, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes searching his face. What about this morning? I saw you in the shower. A single hand slipped around the hem of her shirt and stroked the front of her thigh. I saw you touching yourself. She closed her eyes. She wanted to feel embarrassment and shame. Instead a bubble of pleasure started to rise inside of her pondering what Aidan must have felt watching her. Washing, she denied. Masturbating, he confirmed. His slipped between her thighs, brushing her clit as it sat swollen and ready. Even after last night, you still had a need. Wanted more. Let me satisfy you this week, baby. His finger slipped between the smooth lips of her sex. She stood quiet. It had been so long since shed touched a man or been held close by one. For a year she had pined away for someone else, with no fulfillment. Maybe she was fooling herself where Lawrence was involved. Then there was Aidan. Strong, intense Aidan that made her knees week and her body tingle with only a glance. Did she want to risk the possibility of Lawrence with a week spent in Aidans arms? Yes, her body said. Her mind was silent, unable to conjure up Lawrences face. Aidan had been right last night. This wasnt the time for thinking. This week she wouldnt think, she would feel. She wasnt breaking any vows. Lawrence wasnt even hers yet. One week with Aidan would be history, cataloged in past affairs and relationships. There would be no harm done. The snow had buried them in anyway, why not enjoy it. Turning to face him, she warned him, This week. And it stays between us. No one else is to know. His eyes darkened. Your friends. Let me worry about them. She shifted back to the sink. He appeared hesitant to agree, then he said, This week. Then well talk. She wanted to argue her point, but he turned her around to face him. He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She suckled his tongue and buried her hands in his hair and gave him back just as good. Pulling his mouth away, he said, Now, I want something I didnt get last night. Whats that? To taste you. He stepped to the side and lifted her up onto the counter.
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Aidan, she squealed. She wasnt a slight woman, not only did she have the curves of a black woman, but she was tall as well. Very few men could move her around like a feather. He had her thighs spread apart, seconds after her ass landed on the cool surface. Look at you, baby, glistening like water in sunlight. She never thought of Aidan as a poet and the first swipe of his tongue across her pussy removed all thoughts from her mind except what he was doing. Her thighs were stretched wide almost to the point of pain, but the gratification from his mouth made her too delighted to care. He circled her clit and suckled it between his lips. Sparks went off between her legs and settled deep in her belly. Moaning, she pressed her aching sex against his mouth. Hmm, baby, your pussy is filled with the sweetest honey. He nibbled her lips and stroked her slit. His tongue entered her, then pulled out, then entered again. Lowering his head, he licked the tight ring of her ass and she exploded. Frantically, her hands moved from his hair, to the counter trying to find purchase. He seized her clit in his mouth and drank liberally of her essence. Shit, I need to be inside you. Pulling her down from the counter on wobbly legs, they stumbled back a few steps as she fused her mouth with his. When she was feeling a little steadier she allowed him to turn her around. Now facing the counter, she bent forward, flattened her hands on the surface and wiggled her ass playfully at him as she waited. He squeezed her two round cheeks availed to him. Shed never been so excited and aroused as she was at this moment baring herself to Aidan. No man had ever seemed so desperate or intent on getting inside of her as he did. It made her feel wanted. Hang on, baby, he instructed as he placed a hand on the center of her back, causing her to dip lower, lifting her bottom even higher. Stroking the tip of his cock along her slit, he rubbed her from clit to the crease of her butt. She squirmed needing to have his rock hard shaft inside of her. Dont tease me, Aidan. Never. He pushed inside of her, slowly, one glorious inch at a time. When he was almost in fully, he pulled back out to the tip. She moaned. He circled her throbbing nub with his bulbous head, then back up to her center and slammed into her fully. Chanel would have screamed if she could, the forceful impact took her breath away. For a moment she forgot to breathe as he began his vigorous thrusts. At that moment, she confessed to herself that she was in love. Deeply, in love with Aidans dick. Propelling her hips back into him she met each one of his plunges. Needing more, she spread her legs wider and walked her hands down to the floor. Daily yoga stretching made her limber and grateful as she pressed her palms to the cool tile. Oh, yes. Yes, he chanted at her new position. Harder, she encouraged. Damn, girl! Grasping her hips tight in one hand, he gave it to her just how she begged. His other circled around her waist, and fondled her aching clit. She whimpered and tightened her walls around his shaft. She was so close to coming again. After last night, she no longer thought of it as something outside of her reach. He was changing her. Aidans groan was as rough and deep as his thrust. She wasnt sure at what point he stopped fingering her sweet kernel and moved back to her ass, but the feel of his thumb pressing into the snug hole gave her pause. Even though she couldnt see it, she could tell by the size, not slender and long,
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but short and wide. Men before him had asked about anal play and shed told them a resounding no, but with Aidan, he didnt ask. She was beginning to like the confidence and power he willed. He slowed down the tempo of his hips to match the gentle glide of his thumb. In and out, he caressed both of her channels. Dont freeze up on me, baby. Freeze up? There was no way in hell she was freezing. Heat, pure heat started in her ass and pussy and zipped up her spine. It was that over abundance of shocking pleasure that caused her to halt all movement. She was becoming so wet and excited, she could feel her own juices curling around her clit and starting a trail to her belly. Fuck me, Aidan. The words broke from her lips. A begging plea as she pushed and winded her hips against him. His chuckle was husky, sexy. Im not sure whos fucking who anymore. Her own laugh broke off as she hit the wall of ecstasy. The strength of her orgasm brought on Aidans groaned behind her. They both came and toppled to the floor with him resting on his hunches and her on his lap.

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Chapter 5 Ahh! Chanel shrieked as she was hit in the back by one of Aidans snow balls. Chanel was amazed that she and Aidan had easily settled into a comfortable routine over the last few days. They had sex two to three times a day, but they still spent a lot of time talking about their childhood and hopes for the future. Being around Aidan and getting to know him made his strength seem less imposing and more protective. You better watch out. Ive lived in snow all my life. I can pack a mean snow ball, Mr. Arizona. Chanel scrambled behind a bush in the over sized boots and started packing snow into her bare hands. As a child in Detroit, she and her brothers had lived for snow days. When it was good and packed, she peeped around and looked for Aidan. Frowning at the bare open area, she wondered where hed disappeared to. In the back of the house there were plenty of places to hide. Catching a movement on the side of the house, she crept slowly toward her target. Feeling a childlike giggle rising inside of her, she lifted her snowball high ready to throw it full speed towards Aidan as she stepped around the corner. She and her target were both surprised when she hit the deer in the hindquarters. Skittish, the deer flinched and froze. They both eyed each other. Chanel was too scared to breath. She knew that deer were gentle creatures, except when threatened they attacked to protect themselves. No, harm intended, Bambi. She stepped back. The beautiful brown deer still didnt move. She assessed the span of his antlers, one good swipe and hed take her out. Chanel started praying. Every news story or documentary on when animals attack flooded her mind. A twig snapped behind her and she was too afraid to glance over her shoulder. What if it was another deer or even worse a bear? Her lips parted and she was prepared to scream for Aidan, when she felt an arm slip around her waist. Dont move. His warm breath caressed her ear as he spoke softly. They can sense that youre scared and it makes him nervous. Animals get hurt when people get scared. I hit him with a snowball in the ass. Im passed scared, she whispered. Aidans laugh rumbled against her back. I think hell live. With Aidans calming presence behind her, Chanel found herself relaxing as she stood before the possibly dangerous animal. Aidans natural strength calmed her, made her feel safe. The deer raised his head, sniffed the air in their direction then dashed away, darting around the trees and fallen branches with grace and skill. See? Nothing to be afraid of, he said, turning her to face him. Maybe to you. But, I was having a hard time seeing Bambi as the cute, lovable deer of my youth. She leaned into his chest. Disney can make any animal seem adorable. Look at what they did with that Stitch alien dude. His laughter was audible this time as he shook his head. Now, what was that comment about Arizona winters? Chanel realized she was in a precarious situation, trapped in Aidans arms. He could easily bury her in the snow to retaliate for the snowball war she started thirty minutes ago. Theyd been out for a walk on the lake and shed popped him in the side of the head with the first ball. Well...umm. She tried to wiggle out of his arms. He wasnt having it. Aidan held her tighter. Well.umm? he mimicked. You see, what had happened was I see your lips are turning purple. Lifting her with ease, he tossed her onto his shoulders and marched toward the house. Lets get you in the house so I can get even.
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What? Not sure what he meant she began to squirm. Aidan smacked her on the backside. Stop all that moving before you find yourself head first in a snow drift. You wouldnt. He grabbed one of her legs and tilted her backward. Squealing she clasped his sides of his coat. Okay, okay. Trudging up the front steps he walked into the house then deposited her inside the door. Now stand here. He removed his boots and banged the excess snow from them and placed them by the door. Facing her he said, One foot. Holding his shoulder, she raised a big boot to him. Unlacing it, he slipped it easily from her foot, then did the other. The boots had been five sizes too big, but with the three pair of socks on her feet she was cozy. Thank you. She moved away, taking off her trench and hung it on the rack by the door. Padding over to the couch, she gave the waist band of the baggy sweat pants and extra roll for good measure around the cord holding them up under the sweat shirt. For the last two days this outfit or something similar had been her apparel when they ventured outside. Normally, she wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. The week had surprisingly turned into an intimate affair. Now, I do believe I owe you for all the snowball attacks. Aidan stalked toward the couch looking sexy in his t-shirt and faded jeans. What? Lil ole me attackin a big strappin man like you. She curled up in the corner of the couch and batted her eyelash at him. Sitting down beside her, Aidan smiled. Her heart skipped a beat. Smiling wasnt something that he did at all around the office. Well, blow me down. She continued to stare at his mouth in amazement. His lips were thinner than hers, yet still fleshy enough to be appealing. Grabbing her toes, he pulled and removed all three pair of socks at one time. When the mood is right, I can do a lot of things with my mouth. The room was already warm from the gas fire place, but Aidans hands sliding up her legs made the temperature rise another ten degrees. Like what? she teased. After the last few days, she had no doubts about the things he could do with his mouth. Im a lot better at show then tell. His smile became wicked as his silver eyes darkened with passion. Chanel found herself pulled into Aidans embrace and his sensual lips kissing her until she was breathless. Stretching out along the couch beside him, she settled against him. His kiss was spellbinding, she was captivated. Her mind became slush as she focused solely on his mouth, not noticing when hed released the string around her waist. However, she couldnt miss his wide hand cupping her sex. Sighing, she relaxed her thighs and allowed him a more intimate touch. Slipping between her labia and circling her clit, he commented, I do believe you are always on the ready, Chanel. Only when inspired, she said, kissing the corner of his mouth. So, I inspire you? Two of his fingers pushed inside of her, then pulled out and flicked her clit. Several times he performed the same maneuver. Yes. She cried, tilting her head back and lifting her hips to ride his hand. Hm, then lets see what other ways I can inspire you. In a flash her pants were gone and Aidans jeans were unfastened and around his knees. Now, you can climb onto my lap and tell me how sorry you are for all those snowballs.
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Needing no more encouragement, Chanel crawled over him and extended her thighs positioning her cunt above his hard length. With her hands on his shoulders, she gave him a coy smile. What if The broad tip of his cock entered her. She almost came just from the slight penetration. Im not she pressed down further and moaned. Not what? His voice growled and he tipped his head back, his veins bulged along the side of his neck from his restraint. She leaned forward and licked the cords lining his neck up to his ears. Lowering herself a little more down his thickness, she whispered, Sorry. Raising his head, he glanced at her as he grasped her hips. Then Id have to punish you. Lifting a shoulder as if she wasnt concerned, even while the butterflies in her stomach were dancing with erotic excitement, she taunted, How? Like this. Arching up, Aidan slammed his dick deep into her pussy. The single thrust hit high along her walls, striking her sweet spot and making her come. Ahh, fuck, baby, you feel so damn good coming around me. Burying her face in the curve of his neck, she allowed him to guide their journey into fulfillment. * * * Merry Christmas, Aidan. Hearing the beautiful melody of Chanels voice, Aidan cracked his eyelids and peeped down the bed and spied her standing at the door in an apron, bare legs and arms. He wondered if she was sporting around with another pair of his boxers. Is it Christmas already? he grumbled. Every night they sat by the fire and talked for hours. Chanel knew that Christmas wasnt an important holiday in his family. Now, it just reminded him that they only had one more day together. Yes, it is sleepy head. She sashayed across the room and stood beside the bed. Out of bed with you. Why, Chanel? Lifting his hand, he attempted to raise the hem of her apron, but she swatted his fingers away. Because my family gets together Christmas morning and bakes cookie and makes crafts. Since I cant be there youre going to assist me. I dont bake very well and I cant recall the last time I made something with my hands. Giving her a sly smile, he asked, Wouldnt you rather join me in the bed? Maybe later. Her bottom lip came out in a sexy pout that he wanted to suck into his mouth. The tradition isnt about skill but being together. He felt like a heel giving her such a hard time. Does it mean that much to you, Chanel? Her soft brown eyes captured his. Yes, Aidan. Then Ill do it. He sat up. Let me just clean up. A smile lit up her face. Good, Ill meet you in the kitchen. Turning she walked to the door. Shit. Aidan swore as he got a full view of Chanels bare backside. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a titillating smile. I did tell you that clothing was optional. Launching himself from the bed, he swatted her butt cheeks as he went into the bathroom. * * * You do have the sexiest ass, Aidan. Two hours later Aidan found himself pulling cookies out of the oven and elbow deep in macaroni pasta and pine cones. To top it off, he couldnt recall the last time hed laughed so much. You just like the way I wear my apron. Unlike Chanels long apron that covered her beautiful breasts, he wore a half apron tied around his waist.
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Definitely. Now bring me over some of those hot cookies. He did a lot better transferring the second batch of cookies to the plate than hed done with the first one. They ended up with a platter full of sugar cookie bits, not to mention neither of them had adjusted the oven for altitude and they ended up burning them. He put the chicken Chanel had seasoned and waiting on the counter into the oven, adjusted the temperature and went to join her. They smell deliciousthis time. Laughter lit Chanels eyes. I think were getting better at this mountain cooking. Arriving at the table, he held a cookie toward her mouth. Open wide. Sinking her teeth into the treat, she smiled. Perfect. I do believe youve mastered the art of baking. Sitting the plate on the table, he claimed his seat across from her. I dont think Ill be opening a bakery anytime soon. Taking a moment to watch Chanel glue pasta to the cone, he joined in with his own, alternating between pasta and red berries. * * * Whats next on the holiday agenda? Aidan asked. Chanel snuggled against his side after a hearty lunch and stared at their mini pine Christmas tree adorning the mantle. She felt at peace. Glancing over to the window, she stared out at the gray sky. As usual, it was starting to get dark already and it was barely early evening. By now her family would be standing around her father as he played the piano and they all sang carols. She would miss her brothers solo of Silent Night. Her heartache was only slight, compared to how deep she thought it would pain her not being with her family, but there had been a comfort this week with Aidan. One she hadnt anticipated. Her feelings were shifting and changing inside of her. However, she wasnt sure if she was ready to analyze them. Chanel honey, you still here with me? He used one hand to caress her arm with lazy designs and tilted her face up with the other. Saved from having to deal with her own emotions, she grinned. Im still here. His silver eyes assessed her gaze for a moment, then he kissed her softly on the lips. Whats next for us to do? How about we get some cookies and milk, then Ill tell you a Christmas story. She got up from the couch. The one with the little boy and his pop gun? Aidans smile was broad. Hate to burst your bubble, but Im talking about the traditional poem by Clement Clarke Moore. Who? He trailed behind her. Shaking her head, she said, Youll see. He pulled her body against his. What I see is a beautiful woman tempting me all day with her luscious curves. Loving the warmth of his chest against her back, she asked, So, you havent been having fun? More than I can say. He placed kisses on the side of her neck. Its been a holiday I can get use to. His words were heavy with an underlying intent, but he didnt elaborate. Chanel was grateful. Stepping out of the circle of his arms she steered them back to something she could handle. Okay, you take the cookies to the living room and Ill bring the milk. Can you make mine chocolate? He picked up the plate of cookies from the table. If you dont mind me using coco packets. She grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet. If not, we can just pour it over your breast and I can lick it off. He winked. Thats going to make it hard to dip your cookie. She warned playfully getting the milk from the refrigerator.
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Dont worry, Im already thinking of all the places I can dip my cookie. Wiggling his eyebrows he left the kitchen. The heat sliding up her spine ensured she didnt miss the double entendre. Pouring the milk, her hands shook with sexual tension and with the knowledge that this would be her and Aidans last night together. Tomorrow was Friday. Putting the milk away, she pushed the thought of tomorrow out of her mind and focused on the here and now. * * * Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night... Chanels voice faded away as she finished off the Christmas poem. Aidan sat on his end of the couch with her feet in his lap as he listened to the soft cadence of her voice and the pleasure lighting her face. He was sure that Mr. Moore had not predicted that his story would be erotic. But hearing the sexy sound of Chanels whispered speech turned him on. With every completed verse his dick became harder. Her enjoyment was contagious. Over the course of the week she had infected him with her laughter and her joy of life. Hed always been attracted to her beauty and dedication to her job, but this week he had seen her. Really seen her. He saw the woman who cooked, danced and sang while she did dishes and told corny jokes. A woman who valued tradition. Like a comet hitting the earth hed fallen for her hard. I can honestly say that Ive never heard that story told so seductively. She giggled. Seductive, Aidan? Sugar plums and reindeer? You need help. Encircling her ankles with his hands he stroked her soft skin. No, Chanel, what I need is you. Me? Her brown eyes appeared dark in the fire light. Slipping his fingers up her legs he leaned forward. You told a great bedtime story. Now, I think its time we went to bed. Reaching under her apron he caressed her hips. She sat up, meeting him in the center of the couch and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. And if I let you take me to bed now? The tip of her nose brushed his. Then Ill make love to you until morning. He watched her pupils constrict slightly. Her brown gaze searched his, then she instructed, Take me to bed, Aidan. His cock stretched and throbbed in agreement. Pulling her onto his lap, he rose with her in his arms and headed to the room. She had promised him this week and he was going to end it by showing her in actions if not words how much he cared for her.

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Chapter 6 Chanel allowed her gaze to roam Aidans form. The man was built like an Olympic swimmer, broad shoulders, strong arms, taunt abs and muscular thighs. There wasnt an ounce of excess weight on his body. She never tired of looking at him. Chanel relaxed against the mattress as he divested her of the apron shed worn throughout the day. His landed on the floor at his feet. Her gaze remained glued to the sight of his erect shaft. Wow, Mr. Carmichael, thats quite the cane you have there. Moving closer to the bed he asked, Would you like to taste it and see if its made of candy? It would be my pleasure. She beckoned him with a finger. Once his thighs were straddling her shoulders, she eyed the steel length hovering before her face. Wrapping her hand around him, she stroked his cock and licked her lips. Thrilled at their position she grabbed his hip and guided him to her mouth. Licking the tip she swiped the salty/sweet droplet away with her tongue. Mm, delicious. Gripping the headboard he stared down at her. Im glad you like. Proving just how much she enjoyed the taste of him, she licked him from balls to head. When she heard the air hiss from his mouth, she took him between her lips and sucked. Bobbing her head up and down on the pillow she consumed him. Cupping his ass she encouraged him to thrust. Taking her cue, Aidan began to pump vigorously. Claiming both of his hips in her hands she moaned around him and took him deep in her throat. This had been a fantasy of hers all week and she was enjoying it fully. The act turned her own so much that if shed had room to speak she would have asked him to touch her. Stroke her aching sex and bring her relief. Instead, she crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together and became aware of her own wetness flooding out of her. Aidans legs were trembling in her hands, when he finally pulled away from her. Moving down the bed he took her into his arms and kissed her. Pressing her body into his, she allowed him to take control. She liked all the facets of Aidan she had discovered this week. His smiles had come easier, but still not often and each smile he gave made her heart leap. Shed learned that his natural intensity gave over to a deep passion like shed never experience before. You are beautiful, Chanel. He brushed her hair away from her face. Shed never felt more beautiful as she did when Aidan looked at her. Thank you. This week has-- He placed a finger on her lips. Just tonight, Chanel. There was so much that she wanted to express to him, but she respected his request and focused on that night. He kissed her again, this time when it ended, he moved down the side of her neck and below her ear. Her toes curled at the enticing sensations. When he lowered his head and took her tight nipple into his mouth, she buried her hands in his hair. The tugging of his lips and the flicking of his tongue caused erotic currents to shoot down her belly and ignite in her clit. She rubbed her sex against his hair roughened thigh and climaxed. Aidan showed her no mercy, even as her body still trembled with release, he licked a trail down her stomach, dipped into her navel then parted her thighs and tasted her juices. He was either a man possessed or one on a mission. Either way, she didnt care. She was too overwhelmed to care. Aidan always made her wild with desire. Unable to think straight. Not wanting to think at all.
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Just feel. Alternating between suckling and nipping the stiff nub between her aching labia, Aidan kindled her desire again. Fingers stroked her wet slit and pressed inside her heat. Spreading her legs wider, she availed herself to his dark desire. Pulling out from her sex he coated the sensitive puckered skin. He repeated the maneuver three times, making her crazy with anticipation. By the time he pushed his two fingers into the tight passage she was thrusting her hips against him. Even the slight stretch and burn didnt divert her from wanting the climax blazing inside of her. The fingers of his other hand entered her sex, double fucking her as he continued to lick her clit. Clutching the sheet and digging her heels into the mattress she thrashed around and screamed out her pleasure. When her mind cleared of the passionate fog, she found herself cradled in Aidans embrace as he laid between her legs his hard cock resting against her quivering folds. Are you back, now? His eyes were dark and intense as they roamed along her features. I think so. Her voice sounded husky to her own ears. She didnt think that she had fainted, but shed lost a second or two during her orgasm. Good, because Im not finished loving you, yet. He kissed her. Chanel deepened the kiss and tasted her essence on his lips. Im glad to hear that, she informed him as they broke away. Now, love me. Ill never stop. Before she could evaluate his words, the muscles of his back bunched under her palms as Aidan thrust into her, parting her sex and buried his cock to the hilt. Fire curled up her spine and her skin tingled as her walls clutched at his hard length. Aidan never broke eye contact as he loved her slow, deep and tenderly. He pushed in and out with gentle, smooth glides and whispered words of endearment to her. Words her heart ached to believe. Later that night, Chanel lay on Aidans chest listening to his heartbeat wondering how she would ever leave him tomorrow. * * * Chanel didnt know what to do. Friday morning dawned and she found herself showered and dressed in the same apparel she had arrived in a week ago trench coat and toe pinching stilettos, minus the bows. Her friends would be there soon to pick her up. There had been no way for her to tell them not to come, so faith as time, Natalie and Linda would be here. You beat me out of bed. Aidans warmth enveloped her as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Standing in front of the window gazing out at the snow covered land, Chanel didnt have to hear his voice to know when he came into the room. Over the week her body had become attuned to him. The increased speed of her heart alerted her to his proximity. Did you miss your morning sex? She asked playfully. All that cum dripping from your body like warm honey is not the only thing I miss, Chanel. She was almost afraid to ask, but needed to know. What else? Her words sounded soft and weak to her own ears. You, baby. I miss you. He kissed the spot on the side of her neck that made her toes curl. If they werent bound so tight in her shoes they would have. Why are you dressed already? She sighed. My friends will be here soon. She allowed the curtain to fall back in its place. Nodding, Aidan stepped away from her. Ahh, your two accomplices. Turning away from the window she faced him. Yup, Natalie and Linda. He was only a foot away, but the emotional gap between them seemed to stretch for miles.
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So, whats the plan? Plan? She frowned. We get back to work and pretend this week never happened? He was beginning to look like the old Aidan, dark and intense. But, this time it didnt make her nervous. It warmed her heart. Now that she knew the passion that lay inside him it made her ache. She crossed her arms over her chest and lied to him. Were big kids. We didnt plan this. Just two adults passing the time for one week, now its over. His silver eyes darkened. Bull shit, his voice was ominous. What? At least be fucking honest with me and yourself, Chanel. Her hackles were raised. You dont know what Im feeling, Aidan. Hell, she didnt even know what she was feeling. I may not know how you feel, but I know why you were here. Chanel wanted to shake her head, deny the reason for her impromptu trip to the mountains. After the week with Aidan, Lawrences image seemed like an intrusion. However, she needed to get back and settle some things with Lawrence. It would never work between them and she needed to let him know that. No more flowers. No more notes. It doesnt matter why I came. She looked out the window wishing that her friends would arrive soon. I think it does. When she faced him again, he stood behind the couch away from her. She didnt speak, just waited. I knew when I came into this room a week ago that you werent here for me. Aidan-- He raised a hand cutting her off. Chanel, I said Id give you an affair for the holidays. No strings, no promises. A week seems like a long time ago. If shed known how involved her heart would become she would have thought hard about her decision. I need to get back. To Lawrence? Look, Aidan, I know you dont understand whats between Lawrence and me. Hell, she didnt even understand that either. He rounded the couch. His eyes had darkened to a metallic gray. Whats been going on? Turning away from him, she pushed the curtain back, earth covered snow was laid out before her. Its complicated. Are you fucking him? Hurt she turned and pinned him with a stare of her own. First of all that is none of your business. Second of all, Im not a tramp who hops in and out of bed with different men. Tell me about your relationship. She wanted to tell him no. But, couldnt. She didnt want him to feel like this week had been insignificant. Its not really a relationship. Its more like courting or flattery. In what way? Everyway. Her voice rose. Flowers. Cards. Spa certificates. Everything but him. She didnt realize how angry she was with Lawrences cloak and dagger routine until this moment. He had played with her emotions and never gave anything of himself. Youve pined for a man because of gifts? he inquired. It wasnt the gifts. It was the fact that he cared. That I was missed. That he was thinking about me. But, Im talking to a man who doesnt celebrate holidays. She saw Aidans chest, his eyes lightened. I may not know holidays, but I know love. Lawrence is not in love with you and youre not in love with him.
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This has nothing to do with you. She was pissed that hed pinned her feelings. Knowing herself better than anyone, she knew that if she truly loved Lawrence she would have never slept with Aidan. Beep. Beep. She looked at the curtained window. There was no need to push it back and see who was there, it was her ride. She grabbed her radio off the table. Each step she took towards the door, he took to her. Did the first gift arrive after your mothers surgery? he questioned. Her steps faltered, but she continued toward the door. Another on your birthday. She moved closer to the door. Valentines Day? Her heart leaped. How did he know these things? Had Lawrence told him? When she arrived at the door, Aidan was there with his hand keeping her from opening it. She was trembling. You The single word came out on a whispered breath. Id planned to tell you thousand times how I felt. But, the more I tried to talk to you. The further you ran. Id enter a room and youd walk out. Unable to deny what he was saying she gripped the doorknob and pulled fruitlessly. She spent a year trying to love the wrong man. Aidan-- she didnt know what she was going to say. I was willing to let you go, Chanel. No matter how unsuccessful your feelings would have been regarding Lawrence. Hes in Seattle proposing to his long time girl friend. He plans to convince her to move to Virginia after the holidays. What? her knees buckled, she clutched the knob tighter keeping her self up right. All this time thered been nothing with Lawrence. Shed created a fantasy in her mind with the wrong man, because he was safe. Then why didnt you just let me leave with my illusion? Her throat was tight and her eyes burned with unshed tears. Because now I realize that your feelings for Lawrence were enticed by me and I cant allow you walk out of this cabin without knowing. Knowing what? She looked at him over her shoulder. That I love you. Seconds passed, then he stepped back away from the door. Beep. Beep. Soon, one of her friends would come up to the door. Her feelings where so twisted inside of her, the last thing she needed was her friends seeing Aidan and complicating things. She pulled at the door, her now sweaty palm slipped. She took purchase again and yanked the door open. She hurriedly walked out. With careful quick steps she made it to the Escape and climbed in. For a minute, Chanel, I thought you werent coming out. Linda teased from the drivers seat of Natalies car. Neither did I. Chanel gave her friends a weak smile as they backed out the drive. Merry belated Christmas. Natalie said. There are clothes in that bag for you. Thanks. Chanel opened the small duffle. Kicking off her heels she wiggled into her socks and underwear. Well, you dont look like a woman who had a pleasant week in the arms of a lover. Natalie glanced at her, then turned back to the front. The week just turned out to be more than I expected. Chanel pulled on her jeans under her trench and slipped her feet into boots. Is that good or bad? Natalie asked. It had to be bad, otherwise she would have told us to go back home. Linda chimed in.
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Chanel sat in the back seat of the small SUV. It was good. She confirmed. Then why are you here? Natalie asked her. I dont know. Chanel was honest with herself and her friends. The last few minutes in the cabin had happened so fast and she just felt like she needed time to think, to process. She halted in the act of unfastening her coat. What did he say when you told him you love him? Linda questioned. I didnt tell him, she mumbled, her words sounding distant to her own ears. Maybe that was what this weekend was for, so you could find out that you dont love Lawrence and move on. Natalie assured her. I dont love Lawrence. Saying the words made her feel liberated. Chanel looked out the back tinted window and eyed the cabin becoming a small speck as they rounded a bend in the road. Soon it would be gone completely. Would her opportunity to tell Aidan what she felt disappear as well? Fear clutched her heart. You dont? Lindas voice sounded unsure. Stop the car! Chanel commanded, redoing her coat buttons. Linda slowed the car to a stop. Looking at her two supportive friends she said, No, I dont. I love Aidan. Aidan? Carmichael? Her friends spoke simultaneously. Chanel grabbed the handle and pushed the back door open. What are you doing? Linda called after Chanel as she launched herself out of the vehicle. You have no shirt on. Youre going the wrong way. Natalie yelled. Smiling she said, No, Im finally going in the right direction. Chanel started running, her coat tail flapping in the breeze behind her. When she rounded the curve to the house, she spotted Aidan putting his suitcase in the back seat of his truck. As she sprinted up the driveway he turned. Chanel? His voice sounded hesitant as if he werent sure he was truly seeing her. Stopping in front of him, her feet slipped, Aidans quick reflects allowed him to grab her before she fell in the slushy snow. Whats wrong? his features were tight with concern. Standing before him, with her lungs on fire from her icy run, she had to swallow twice before she could speak. I love you, Aidan. Are you sure? His hands squeezed her shoulders. Just a few minutes ago it was Lawrence. You even said that for a year it has been Lawrence. She shook her head. I tried to make it him. Not because of the things, but because he was safe. And Lawrence was just too nice of a guy to tell me to back off. And me? My feelings for you were so overwhelming from the first time I met you I was afraid. Id never hurt you. He cupped her face. No you wouldnt. But, you consume me. You make me want to lose myself in you. And thats a bad thing? He sounded offended. I thought it was, but this week has shown me differently. She wanted to reassure him. Grabbing one of his hands she shoved it into the top of her coat and pressed it against her heart. This is what you do to me. You were running. Your heart is racing, he said, denying his affect on her. Shaking her head, she said, Its what happens whenever Im around you. His hand slid lower and cupped her breast and smiled. You dont have a shirt on.
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I cant seem to stay dressed around you. He tweaked her nipple then removed his hand. So, what do you want, Chanel? I want every holiday. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. I dont do things half measure, baby. He encircled her waist. This wont be a secret love affair. Good, because I dont want one. What are you doing for New Years? She gazed into her captivating silver eyes. Whatever you are. Great, because my mother will kill me if I miss another holiday. Are you inviting me to meet your family? If you want to. She stroked the back of his neck. Leaning in, she kissed him. I want you and everything that comes along with that, he whispered against her lips. He pulled her tighter to him and deepened the kiss as her friends hooted and screamed in the distance behind them. ~Happy Holidays!

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