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Chapter 1 My hand reached to touch the rock-hard cock in front of me. The trilling of a cell phone pulled me out of the dream. Trouble found me at 6:34 that morning. “Hello?” My voice rattled in my throat. “He’s ready to meet you, Karman,” the gruff voice said. ? “Who’s this?” Static stuttered in my ear, making it hard to hear. The disembodied baritone sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it in my sleep-fogged state. I flipped on the lamp next to the bed without getting out from under the covers. Mystery man didn’t answer my question. “Three Ponds Park at the waterfall. Seven. You’ll have a great story. Don’t be late.” The temptation to hang up fought with my desire to discover the identity of the caller. “Who wants to meet me? Today? This morning? Is this a prank?” “Three Ponds Park. Waterfall. Seven. You’ll never get this chance again.” A sharp click disconnected us before the buzz of emptiness invaded. I slipped tortoise-shell framed glasses on before staring at the unfamiliar number illuminating my phone screen with hazel eyes. Studying it, my stomach twisted in a mix of panic and excitement. This could be my big break. The story of the year that catapulted my career to the next level and earned that coveted position at True Times Crimes. But what if it wasn’t? The call could be from a psycho, possibly an ex-boyfriend. Who’d call someone with a cryptic message before the sun rose? Not normal. A wrong number? If I followed the directions and showed up, who’d greet me? Human traffickers? murderers? Was disembowelment or death in my near future? Rubbing my temple, I clear my head of stupidity. The voice had known I worked as a reporter. That made it unlikely to be a misdial. Getting the story was part of the job description. I’d go to the park. Stretching and pulling my brown hair into a messy top bun, I swung out of the king-sized bed. I shivered in my kitchen, cold October air launching an attack against my tank top and shorts. After showering and dressing in skinny jeans, hooded sweatshirt, and low-heeled boots for a quick escape, ?I was out the door, pepper spray tucked into my boot giving me a false sense of courage. Still, my heart fluttered unnaturally as I drove through Three Ponds Park. This morning it spread green and silent before me. I drove the winding lanes, ignoring the slides and swings. A random car, headlights cutting into the early morning mist, travelled the other way. Its presence caused my heart to leap as I parked my BMW into one of the numerous empty spots in the lot. Reluctant to leave the car, my imagination ran wild as I waited for a band of kidnappers to take my and force me to work as a sex slave. My creativity and curiosity served well as a reporter, but sometimes went overboard. I rubbed my arms and shook my head, expelling the vision of my abduction, focusing instead on studying the scene. Engine snapping off with a twist of the key, I clutched the fob defensively before exiting the car. As a reporter, I was usually the one in charge, picking the location, developing the questions, controlling the interview and the narrative. Now the minutes became interminably long as I waited, watching the skittering bugs on the pond as I shifted on the splintered bench. The tap of footsteps startled me. I swiveled in the seat. Relief swept through my body when an old man with a fringe of white hair around his mottled scalp stood next to me. He sat next to me, his back ram-rod straight against the uneven wood planks. Bright blue eyes regarded me through a map of wrinkled skin. An expensive, well-tailored black coat and gray scarf hid his physique. He patted my hand, drawing my attention to his face. I noticed a small scar on top of the right side of his thin lips. “You’re Miss Smith, the crime reporter.” It was a fact, not a question. My heart leapt against my ribs. “How do you know that? Who are you?” “I’m going to hand you an idea for a story like nothing you’ve ever written before. Your curiosity brought you here. Let your curiosity drive you.” He held out a sealed manila envelope before standing. “Good luck.” His smile was anything but sincere. I accepted the envelope. Chapter 2 Once home, I called in sick and then settled at the small kitchen table and steeled myself before prying the flap open, extracting a sheet of crisp, white paper, and reading the typed note. Go to Arnold’s Grocery and Deli at 2:30 PM, buy something, and check out with the cashier named Nan. The cashier is stealing money. Decide whether it is better to turn her in or fuck her. Take her somewhere or bring the police to her. I let the sheet of paper fall from my fingers. This was insane. I rubbed at my forehead, trying to make my brain work harder. Grabbing my cell phone from the kitchen counter, I dialed the person I trusted most. “Hey, Babe.” His voice was low and husky. “I’m still in bed, but I’m hoping this is a booty call.” “Come over, Josh. I need your expertise.” “With what?” The groan of his mattress was loud. “Making you come?” “Always that.” I started to get wet even with all the damn crazy. “But work stuff. Can you trace a phone number and license plate for me?” “It’s my day off.” He yawned as he talked. “Tomorrow.” “Please,” I begged. “I need it now.” “I need it now too, and what I need has nothing to do with work. It’ll be really awkward to call it in or show up at the police station to get the info.” He was playing with me so he’d get an invite over. “As a police officer, it’s normal for you to be at the station,” I chided gently. “You can tell me about your findings when you come here with the information. Who knows what else might happen?” I heard him scramble for a pen and paper. “Tell me what you need other than my dick inside you.” I repeated the phone number and the license plate. After we chatted for a few minutes, I hung up and smiled. At least for the moment, the situation felt contained. I was in control. It didn’t hurt that I liked Josh almost as much as the perks I received because of his job as a police officer. But when my gaze returned to the envelope, unease scurried like the ants chasing crumbs. I had a decision to make. Chapter 3 “I’ve missed you.” Josh said after I opened the front door. At more than six feet, he towered over me, and I had to lift my chin to meet the kiss he planted on my cheek. “I’ve missed you more.” There was no way this moment would get away from me. I needed to work out my nerves and set my head straight, and Josh was just the guy to do that with. I walked into him, pressing my arms around his back, raising my chin so that my lips could meet his and melted into the kiss. The wealth of muscles under his black shirt made me wet and wanton. He radiated heat. When his tongue challenged mine, and I melted. His hands worked my curves as my panties grew damp. He teased, caressing my thigh and then his hand rose to cup my heart-shaped buttocks. Unable to restrain myself. I murmured with need, but he refused to relent, kissing my neck and unbuttoning my blouse in a deft movement. When he finally released me, it took a moment for the world to steady. He smiled wickedly. “I really missed you.” His fingers returned to my shoulders, massaging the tired muscles, until he pushed my shirt to the floor, undoing my bra, warm hands cupping my breasts. “What now?” I whispered. He nibbled an earlobe. “Exactly what you’ve been dreaming about since you called me.” His words brough me back to reality. “The car?” “Nothing. Forget it.” His fingers found a nipple and gently pinched it, making me gasp in pleasure. I forget everything but his touch. “Let’s take it out to the hot tub.” “It’s daytime. What if people peep.” “Let them. Can’t think of anything I’d like more. Feel how hard you made me.” He undid the zipper on his pants and guided my hand to his solid cock. It was like my dream this morning only better. “You’d look better naked too. Let me help with that.” I grabbed for his belt buckle, hands tearing his clothing away. As I did, his lips explored, roaming over my exposed flesh. I rid myself of my bra and panties before opening the back door to the deck and entering the jetting, hot water. Josh joined me and traced my now wet nipples with exploring fingers before he cupped them in his hands. Moments later his lips took over for where his fingers had been. A hand pushed my thighs apart. He fingers found my clit, knowing exactly how to touch and stroke. I moaned, the need for him to be inside me a hunger. All the dirty things he wanted to do with my body, every fantasy I’d ever resisted would be his at the asking. His hands anchored to my hips, he propped me over the edge of the tub and pushed into me with rough strokes. One hand had moved up, fingers threading through my hair. He tugged it back as he pounded into me. “More!” I demand. My guttural cry is fueled his need. “Fuck me hard. I’m yours.” Instead, he pulled out and turned me. Face to face he placed a trail of kisses on my neck before finding my mouth once again. I leaned into him, nipples hard and moaning at his onslaught. Again, he cupped my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples. I run my nails up his arms, gripping his shoulders, clawing to close the distance between us. He jimmied me back against the edge of the tub and rammed his hard, demanding cock into me. He’s so big, I almost cry out, but I love the way he fills me. I’m ready for whatever he wanted. He slammed into me and each stroke made me scream in pleasure. His finger traced the inside of my thigh and then push inside. I can’t take the double pleasure of his hand and dick at the same time as his deft fingers led me towards climax. With hard, untamed strokes, I fall over the edge. Chapter 4 The store smelled of overripe vegetables and refrigeration units that no longer worked to capacity. I picked up random items while attempting to scan store employee name tags, searching for Nan. When found, I entered the woman’s checkout line. Other patrons moved along in their own worlds, placing groceries on conveyor belts. A rather voluptuous, blonde Nan rang up an older man and helped bag his items. I scanned the store for anything out of the ordinary. When my turn arrived, I smiled in greeting and studied the woman operating the register. Early twenties, farm-girl pretty. Nan did not return my smile. “Eighteen dollars, please.” My skin tingled. Prepackaged salad was expensive, but the dollar amount for that and sports drinks seemed high, and no grocery tab ever rang up without dimes and pennies dangling at the end like the tail on a dog. I looked at the woman who refused to meet my gaze and then studied the items on the conveyor belt doing the math in my head. Taking in the antiquated cash register, the letter rang true. Nan overcharged customers. I smiled thinly. “I think you rang it up wrong.” This was about to get interesting. The woman’s face turned the color of a plum. “Sorry. Let me void that.” “Do this often?” I asked. “Not a lot of people notice a few extra dollars on the bill.” Nan’s eyes grew glassy and large. “It wasn’t intentional. I’ll void the transaction and start again. Let me get the manager.” Her voice trembled. “I don’t think it was an accident.” I challenged, growing confident at Nan’s obvious discomfort. “You’re wrong.” She flagged down a short, squat, greasy-looking man at the end of one of the lanes. His nasal voice echoed through the store as he yelled at a bagger who’d forgotten to separate the bleach from the groceries. “Why are you stealing money from people?” I asked in a stage whisper. “I’m going to tell the manager when he comes over unless you give me a good reason to do otherwise.” The woman put my fingers on my edge of the green apron she wore as if she wished she could rip it off. The manager beelined towards us. “I’m not stealing money.” “I don’t believe that.” Nan’s gaze focused on an exit. “It’s not what you think.” She slapped her hand against the cash register. “They don’t pay enough part time for me to feed the baby, and the government cut my food stamps. I just need to buy formula. Please don’t tell.” “It’s illegal,” I hissed. “It’s survival. Please. You can have your items for free.” Her words were barely above a whisper. “If you saw how we’re treated here, how nasty the manager is, you’d understand. We women need to stick together.” “It doesn’t make stealing right.” I would have said more, but the manager, his name tag stating Al, arrived. “I rang it up wrong,” Nan said. “If you meet me at the restaurant down the block and talk it over, I won’t turn you in.” She looked unsure. Who wouldn’t be? I could be a murderer, but she must really need to job because she nodded. “I get off at three. I’ll meet you at five.” As I pulled into the condominium complex’s parking space, I could only wonder, What next? Chapter 5 “So what now?” Nan asked after finishing off a burger. I shrugged. What was I supposed to say or do? How do I ask another woman to fuck me when I’d met her an hour ago. Sure, she seemed nice enough, but I wasn’t that bold. “Do you want to fuck me?” She asked as of she’d read my mind. My mouth dropped, my cheeks heated, and yet I felt a flutter in my stomach and lower. I nodded “Follow me.” Nan dragged me in front of the women’s bathroom door, surveyed the area to make sure no one watched and then pulled me inside. I stood unsure as Nan’s hands kneaded my breasts over my sweater. “You are so soft and warm.” “What are you doing?” I leaned against a sink. My body wanted more of her touch. My mind demanded we stop. “What if someone comes in?” She turned me away so we both had a view of ourselves in the mirrors as well as the door. “Then we make a run for it.” She nuzzled my neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. “We’re possibly going to give some strangers a show. Would you like that?” Nan reached her hand between my legs and pushed my skirt high. It bunched at my waist. Her fingers slipped into my panties. My heart pounded in her ears out of fear yet I was so wet and wanted so bad for her fingers to be inside me. God, the thrill of it delighted me. If anyone opened the door, they’d be staring directly at us, but I didn’t care who watched when her fingers dipped into me at the same time her other hand pressed into her stomach gluing us together. Her ample breasts pressed into my back. Fingers stroking me and then plunging deep, I couldn’t think straight. A horse cry of ecstasy escaped my mouth as three of her fingers filled me. I closed her eyes to the outside, my only focus the woman behind me and her magic hands. “Tell me exactly what you want?” her whispered words filled my ear,” or I’ll stop and leave you here soaking wet and unfulfilled.” “I need this. I need you now.” My voice was ragged. My body shake with need. “Be specific.” Her fingers toyed with my pussy. I squirmed, trying to get her fingers inside but she held back. “Tell me.” “Make me come.” “Yummy.” Nan turned me to her and knelt on the ground. Her lips and tongue took over for where her finger had been. Her first lick had me shuddering. Her tongue swirled lazily and then licked my wet heat, her frantic need meeting mine. I pushed her head into me and gave into the ride. My muscles tightened and coiled, my release close. With a final suck on my clit, I shattered. After, I stared at Nan for a moment, dazed and breathing heavily before quickly righting my clothing. Nan pushed her disheveled hair into place, folding a wild blond strand behind her ear. As they exited the bathroom, she said, “That was a tasty dessert.” Chapter 6 I had to admit everything to Josh. Later that night I called him over to tell him about the man in the park, the envelope, and most importantly my encounter with Nan. ?We sat on my beloved sleigh bed, which stood centerpiece, and I ran a hand across the rust and gold spread that popped against a bland beige wall. I Josh him everything, waiting for Josh to storm out, hate in his eyes. “I knew you couldn’t resist a story,” he said. “What?” “I set it all up,” he ran a hand through his dark, brown shoulder length hair. “All this for a little extra excitement in bed?” I demanded, flummoxed. “Why not. You enjoyed yourself didn’t you.” “Yes.” I should be mad but couldn’t muster the emotion. Instead, I pulled him in for a hug. Snuggling into his chest, I enjoyed the smell of detergent and cologne that lingered on his shirt. Josh was almost ten years older than my twenty-nine years, but I never enjoyed the games men my own age often played. Josh ran a hand up my thigh before he pulled on my legs, my back sliding into the pillows. His fingers roamed, tickling and teasing. I tried to sit up. “No more chit chat? Where’s my dinner and a movie?” “We’re not really good at boring couple stuff,” he said. “We’re good at fucking.” “You love that boring couple stuff,” I reminded him. “But fucking is good too.” Josh’s eyes lit, and his laugh filled the room before he focused on me. I loved the way his expression changed as his fingers grazed my thigh. “We should play to our strengths,” he said. “What would you say mine are?” I asked. He kissed me before answering. “You, my sweet, are passionate and assertive. I love both those traits, especially in the bedroom. When it comes to work, you’re extremely determined and decisive. I’ve seen you at a crime scene.” He paused, searching for the right words. “Always resourceful and aware. One day you’ll run a publication.” He paused, a wicked smile crossed his lips. “For tonight, feel free to run all over me.” He ran a line of kisses down my neck. I squealed when he nipped the tender skin. “What are my best qualities?” Josh asked. “You know exactly what your best qualities are.” I pulled his head up, meeting his lips with mine. “You are about to show me all of them.” Josh put an end to the discussion with a fiery kiss that fanned a different flame within me. The feel of his hands tracing my hips before they tickled my back and guided me close. The warmth of his mouth on her neck and the smell of his cologne all made her dizzy with need. I stripped him of his shirt before I straddled his legs. My hands traced the dark hair on his stomach before moving to his belt. Pulling the end out of the loop, I made swift work of the button and zipper. My hand traced the line of Josh’s open pants. I was just about to lean down and place a kiss on his rock-hard dick when he flipped me the bed. He pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Let me have my way with you.” Once liberated of my pants, he pulled me close against his warm chest. His kiss held the untamed wilds, but his tender touch stole my heart. The palm of one of his hands roamed across me in worship and then tickled my neck before tangling in my tresses. As much as I appreciated his tender touch, I wanted to fuck, to feel his dick deep inside me. I wanted to feel him on top of me. I maneuvered under him, enjoying his strength. His hand found my panties and pulled them away. His fingers found my clit, stoking the fire within. A long, pent up sigh escaped my lips. “Do you want me?” he asked, two fingers slipping inside me. “Yes.” I huffed out the words. “You are my goddess.” I bit his shoulder. “No more talk. Fuck me now.” But for a second, he teased, letting his finger caress my sensitive core. My vision turned red, “Now. Please.” “At least you said please.” His voice was low and sexy. He parted my legs with a knee and drove inside me. My thighs locked around him as we careened in unison with each thrust. My body took him all in and never wanted to let him go. “More!” I clung to him. And ‘more’ lasted late into the night. After, we cuddled in bed. “Let’s invite Nan over tonight.” Who was I to say no.

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