Just a single kiss before you leave Then you pull away from him again Not noticing the hurt deep in his eyes Nor sensing disappointment and such pain All he wants to do is make love to you But you shrink away from his every touch And expect him to exist as simply roommates Which doesn’t satisfy him very much You said, "I do," but what were your intentions? Did you mean for him to live a life so chaste? Does it bother you...

Chad Stephens picked up the phone and dialed Reina’s extension. When she picked up, he gave her a command. “Reina, Task 7, please,” he said gruffly and hung up without waiting for a reply. Because no reply was needed. Reina was Chad’s Office Whore, and her job was to keep him sexually satisfied at work. Whenever he called, she was required to go to his office and perform whichever task he demanded of her. Reina shivered a...

Chapter Nine Grace hung up the phone after chatting with Brendan O’Sullivan, who was in Paris trying to help straighten out the mess Andre Boivin had created while balancing (or trying to balance) his wife and his mistress. “How’s it going over there?” Mac asked. “Better. It helps that Andre and his wife have decided to try to make the marriage work since his mistress broke things off with him.” “Oh? I wonder what happene...

It had taken only two weeks for Olivia to assemble a group of twelve submissive women who were not only willing but excited about being part of Darko’s Submissive Slut Auction. It had been ridiculously easy, which surprised her. Who knew that many women fantasized about being bid on by wealthy men to be used for their pleasure? Liv had convinced Darko to use the term slut instead of slave. She thought it would seem more a...

As the weeks passed, Olivia focused on her regular customers at Hot Wife Hotel, with a smattering of new clients here and there. She had turned down several of Darko’s offers for more debauched events. Even though he owned Hot Wife Hotel, she was not required to participate in some of the more decadent activities he provided for his friends and wealthy clients. She had taken a step back when she realized that she was beco...

My need for her was intense and suffocating. I was utterly consumed with her and drowning in plain sight as I bared my soul to her. She denied me time and again, but I couldn’t break free from my desire to possess her. She was a raven-haired beauty with big dark eyes and pouty lips that looked like they could devour my cock. But it was as if I was invisible to her, which only made me want her more. I was a man of wealth a...

Chapter Five Grace’s dreams were filled with erotic wonders. Mac’s hands were everywhere, and her body shook with the eruption of multiple orgasms. Part of her could sense this was a dream because where was their baby? It seemed that every time they tried to get something started, he’d need to be fed or changed. The interruptions were expected, but she was a little frustrated that their sex life had yet to return to norma...

Chapter One McKinley Stewart was a successful businessman who’d struggled most of his adult life with relationships and personal issues. Life was a puzzle, and the pieces never seemed to fit quite right, so he’d resigned himself to being happy enough with his growing IT firm and found a string of escorts to fill his sexual needs. That all changed in a New York minute. The past twenty-one months had been a whirlwind of lif...

Chapter One Hundred Four Mac held firm to his promise to make time for Grace during the middle of the day whenever possible during the beginning of her third trimester. On a busy day, they would spend their lunch break in the pool or on the rooftop terrace. When they had more time, their favorite outing was a walk to Central Park for a picnic or to check out the zoo. On one particularly slow day, they took a one-hour ferr...

Chapter One Hundred After an interminably long winter, Spring had finally sprung in New York City, and Grace was thrilled that she could finally walk around outside without Mac’s constant worry that she would slip on the ice. After weeks of insisting that their driver, Randall, take her everywhere, it was lovely to be able to walk a couple of blocks to the park to enjoy the fresh air. Not to say that she minded all of Mac...

Chapter Ninety-Seven The snow had mostly melted when Mac and Grace returned to New York after cutting their L.A. trip short. It made it a little easier to accept that they’d had to leave the west coast warmth sooner than planned because of a mild complication with Grace’s pregnancy. The spotting had stopped, and she was fine, but she and Mac had an appointment with her doctor right after lunch. Hopefully, that would help...

Chapter Ninety-Three Miguel Castillo couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been truly and thoroughly embarrassed. But all that changed earlier that morning. He hadn’t meant to see what he’d seen, although that wasn’t the worst part. His reaction, or at least his body’s reaction to what he saw, had him feeling a little mortified. Traffic was not as bad as he’d anticipated, and he’d arrived quite early to pick up M...

Chapter Eighty-Nine Grace woke early and was puzzled to find the side table lamp still on. A quick peek at the clothes strewn around the room on the floor reminded her that she and Mac had simply stripped off their clothes and went at each other. She smiled down at her husband, still sleeping, and looked at the clock. Damn, she could have slept another two and a half hours until the alarm sounded! Maybe she could get up,...

Chapter Eighty-Five After a delicious dinner, Mac and Grace joined their hosts, Jeff and Elle Duncan, outside for some homemade apple pie. Mac had been right about how lovely this couple was, and Grace felt far more at ease than she’d anticipated. “You have a beautiful home,” Grace commented as she sipped the lemonade Elle had served with dessert. “I suppose it gets pretty hot in the summer, though.” “Oh, yeah, it gets sc...

Chapter Eighty-One Grace came back from the airplane lavatory looking tired and pale. Mac was a little worried about her, but at least her skin didn't have a gray/green hue anymore. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, trying not to sound too much like a mother hen. "Put it this way. Today would not be a good time to have a meeting of the Mile High Club, but I'm starting to feel a little more settled." Mac smiled. He felt bett...