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  He was definitely worth a second night, he was worth me breaking my rule.

  And he’d be gone soon, so I could get him out of my system during his European tour.

  He crossed towards me and cupped my head in his hand and leaned down to kiss me. Once again our mouth on each other was the most natural thing in the world, like we’d been made for each other.

  Every swirl of our tongues, every crush of our lips together, it all spoke for us, what our hearts already knew and our minds were unable to admit.

  “I want to taste you,” he said in my ear, his voice deep and thick with desire. “I want to make you come, feel your hot cunt on my fingers, let your juice run down my chin.”

  I exhaled a moan at his words and let him lift me and carry me to the bed. He set me down and I wiggled into the middle on my back.

  He laid down next to me and tugged at my arm, “Get on top, ride my face, babe.”

  I’d never done that before, in all my nights with different men, I’d never been so brazen.

  It felt natural with Marco though, so I sat up and straddled him, my knees on either side of his face, his hands tightly holding my thighs.

  “You smell incredible,” he said and inhaled as if I were a fine wine. I blushed furiously and was about to protest when his tongue darted out and stabbed my clit directly, sending all words exploding from my mind.

  I gasped and placed my hands over his for support. He pulled one of his away to play with my pussy, fingering me as he licked me hard.

  I shuddered and angled my hips to spread my legs and allow him deeper access.

  He made noises as if he were a dying man and I was his only cure, deep satisfied groans of pleasure.

  It didn’t take long, Marco already knew what it took to get me higher and higher until I was ready to crash down into the deep well of bliss that waited for me.

  This time was different though, Marco’s tongue flicked my clit while his fingers inside of me danced along my wall, hitting that spot that he’d alone discovered, and building up something deeper and more primal inside of me.

  I’d never felt like this before, it was a sinewy ache that wrapped itself around the back of my head and snaked down my spine to the place where Marco was prodding.

  I finally exploded, and something strange occurred.

  I literally exploded, flooding Marco’s face with liquid as my orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me shaking, exhausted and embarrassed beyond belief.

  Marco didn’t seem to notice, he hungrily lapped at my quivering pussy like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

  My heart pounded so hard that I could feel it throbbing through my body. It began to slow and I was able to breathe again, enough to speak.

  All my words tumbled out at once as I tried to explain to him how incredible he was and how embarrassed I was and how it had never happened like that before.

  I rolled off him and fell at the top of the bed, leaving him in the middle. He looked up at me, parted my knees, kissed my inner thigh and trailed his lips along my hip, to the smooth plain of my trembling stomach and up to my breasts.

  He reached up, placed his finger on my lips and said, “Shhhh, babe, it’s okay. It’s natural, it’s normal.”

  “I felt like I burst,” I said breathlessly. “I’ve never done that before…I don’t know what you did.”

  “I made you feel exactly how you deserve to feel,” he said and kissed the rest of the way up until he curled his arm around me and drew me in against him.

  His heart was beating as fast as mine and I reached down to feel how hard he was, his cock felt almost painfully rigid, his blood throbbing through his body.

  “I love the way you taste,” he said quietly in my ear. “I love the way you quiver on my fingers and writhe against my mouth until your entire body fucking explodes. I could get addicted to that, making you come for me.”

  “I could get addicted to coming for you,” I said with a laugh. “Seriously, I’m so glad I agreed to break that one night rule.”

  “Now if I have my way, I’ll get you to break every rule you have,” he said, “I’ll have you craving my cock so hard you won’t be able to forget it.”

  “We’ll see about that,” I said and sat up on my elbow, kissed him and slid my body on top of his again. The head of his cock slid into my soaking wet pussy and I pushed myself all the way down.

  “Oh god,” I moaned as he reached the end of my clenched pussy. “Okay, I might break another rule to feel this good again.”

  “I knew it,” he said with a cocky grin, grabbed my hips and held me steady as he began to slam into me from below. “I’ll fuck every rule out of you, babe. I’ll break down your walls, I’ll have you wanting more until you can’t get enough.”

  I believed it, as he slid into me, harder and harder, I felt the power of his words, the force behind them.

  This was no ordinary one night stand, this was more than that. This was something deeply connecting the two of us, some sort of feral energy that flowed between our bodies as if they were one.

  This was so much more, and it was almost heart stopping to think about it.

  Because if this felt so damned good, it would destroy me once it ended.

  And if there was anything I knew about love, it was that it never lasted.

  5

  “It’s almost weird to see you alone,” I remarked as Mel walked out of her room one Sunday morning a month or so later.

  “What do you mean?” she asked and covered a yawn with her hand. I noticed a large glittering ring on her finger and knitted my brows together. “Oh this? It’s just a promise ring, don’t worry you’ve got me around for a while longer.”

  “But not much longer I suspect,” I replied, “you and Hunter are basically joined at the hip. Or should I say lips?”

  She laughed and motioned to the bedroom with her head. “He’s completely exhausted, it was a late work night.”

  “On a Saturday?”

  “A last minute client crisis. That’s how we earn the big bucks.”

  “I can’t believe how amazing this is going for you,” I said, trying to keep the hint of envy from my voice but failing.

  “Awe, you’ll get your happy ever after soon enough,” she said, “just let Marco know how you’re feeling about everything.”

  “Ugh, you know how good I am with emotions and shit. I can’t deal. I’m so hammered at work as it is, if I start pining over the hot guy I only knew for a week I’m going to never get promoted.”

  “But you guys are still talking every day,” she said and poured herself a mug of coffee.

  “Barely. He’s on such a crazy schedule and the time difference, it makes it difficult for us to get any real time to talk.”

  “Who knew your one night stand was such a famous singer?”

  “I know! I always wanted to date somebody famous, but this is actually kind of annoying. And I can’t believe I spent four nights with him before realizing he was Dread from Bassline,” I laughed. “I still can’t believe that, you know? I never saw them live, but everybody knows their music.”

  “How could you not? They are the opening song for that Netflix murder documentary we obsessed over last year,” Mel smiled and sipped her coffee. “But seriously, I’m not a relationship expert but even I can tell this guy has gotten under your skin. And let me tell you, once you meet the one, there are no rules…if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be no matter how long you hold off telling him how you feel.”

  I smiled wanly as she poured another mug of coffee and padded back down to her bedroom.

  To the man of her dreams, the man she loved and the man she would most likely marry and spend the rest of her life with.

  It was strange, when I saw Hunter and Mel together, it just seemed right. They were perfectly matched and so suited together I couldn’t imagine a time when he wasn’t in our lives. He was Mel’s and she was his, and that’s just how it was.

  But with Marco and I, damn, no
matter how much Mel told me it was obvious I just couldn’t allow myself to believe it.

  I’d grown up with a father who was a serial cheater and I’d always sworn I wouldn’t be that girl, like my mom, who spent nights alone sobbing her heart out but taking him back time after time.

  And then when my high school sweetheart and first love had cheated on me, I could barely stand it. I broke up with him right away and swore again that I would protect myself and guard my heart.

  And then along came Marco, gorgeous, funny, talented Marco.

  And famous Marco. I obsessively scanned music blogs and online articles to see what he was up to, and no matter how normal and well behaved he seemed, I always imagined him in the arms of one of his groupies.

  He was notoriously aloof, and our meeting had been a complete twist of fate. He had been heartbroken himself years ago and had poured himself into his music and developing the band. His friends had created a dating profile for him and the girl he was supposed to meet was a set up for him after being forced by his friends.

  And as you know, our eyes met and sparks flew and I lost myself for a minute there…it confused the hell out of me.

  The funny thing was that Marco didn’t seem confused at all. He was single minded, always asking me to come tour with him, to meet him in the next European city and spend the rest of the time with him.

  He missed me as desperately as I missed him, but I couldn’t do it.

  I couldn’t let my walls come down and because of that I feared I was losing him.

  I sent him a quick text before going for a run, just to alleviate some of the pressure building up. The run and the text. Sometimes when I was thinking about Marco I felt like I was going to burst.

  The run was good, I did about five miles and spent some time on a bench near a little lake watching families feed the ducks and people walk their dogs.

  I never thought I’d want children, I’d never considered it before, but watching the moms and dads holding hands as they played with their kids brought up a longing in me that had never been there before.

  Could I ever settle down with somebody like Marco and start a family of my own?

  I watched some more, pondering life and my future when I felt my phone buzz.

  It was Marco, and predictably my heart flip flopped in my chest and my body seemed to liquefy with desire as memories of him rushed through me.

  “Hey babe, missing you too,” he wrote. “What are you doing?”

  “Sitting by a lake thinking about you.”

  “Sounds hot.”

  “You perv,” I wrote and grinned “What are you doing?”

  “Sitting in a hotel room thinking about you.”

  “Sounds hot.”

  “Touché,” he responded and I could almost feel his smile through the screen.

  “I miss you.”

  “Come see me.”

  “You know I have to work.”

  “Come see me, I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Are you offering me a job?”

  “You know what kind of job I have on my mind. The blowing kind.”

  I laughed loudly and looked around hoping nobody noticed. I was self-conscious about chortling like an idiot over my phone.

  “I wish I could.”

  “Let’s make it happen. It’s just two more months.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Yes! That’s the closest you’ve come to saying yes yet.”

  “Can I call you in fifteen when I get home?”

  “Always, babe. I’ll wait up for you.”

  I slipped my phone in my pocket and raced home in record time.

  We finally got a much needed private call, complete with live video as we talked to each other about our plans when we got back together.

  I made myself come and came again watching Marco stroke his long cock, whispering my name as he exploded.

  God, how had this happened? He was rooted deep in my heart and my mind already, when was I going to admit it and let myself sink into the love he had to offer?

  6

  A few days later I was working alongside Rose planning yet another big purchase for the store. Things were humming along as usual, office life was starting to become one big blur for me.

  I was being run ragged by my high strung, needy boss Regina and after meeting Marco it was bothering me more than ever.

  “Do you think she’ll announce the promotion today?” Rose asked, her eager anticipation coming through in her voice.

  “I have no clue,” I said, my enthusiasm for the job having subsided over the last couple weeks.

  It was for Regina’s personal assistant, basically the person who got it would be overseeing most of the department store’s fashion department as well as running her travel schedule, fashion blog, and everything in between.

  At one time I’d thought that was all I wanted. I’d always had a secret dream to design clothing of my own, but this was the closest to it that I thought I could get.

  I couldn’t see myself going to design college, and I was too scared to go it out on my own.

  At least being in Regina’s circles I could be on the front lines of the industry and learn on the job.

  But these days I wondered if it was what I really wanted. After thinking about a family with Marco, and wanting to see him so desperately every day, I was considering my priorities.

  The thought of being with somebody, married to them and loving them for the rest of our lives together was so appealing.

  Well, with Marco it was. Was my career really that important or would I be able to sacrifice it to find true love?

  “You seem pretty blasé about it,” Rose said sharply and looked at me. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been so moody for the last couple weeks, it’s kinda driving me crazy.”

  I sighed and pushed the catalogue I was reading to the side. “I don’t know, just the changing weather I guess.”

  Rose did not believe me, I could see it in her eyes as she scrutinized me. “Whatever, don’t tell me then. But if you get the promotion, which you probably will, then at least look excited about it.”

  “I can’t promise anything,” I grinned. “Besides, you’ve got a good shot too. You’ve been here for just a few months less than me. Who else is she going to choose?”

  “I swear if she promotes that bitch Diana from marketing I’m going to lose my mind,” Rose snapped. “I hate her, but she went to college, remember?”

  “How could I forget? She manages to bring it up in every single conversation I’ve ever had with her.”

  “Oh my god, you too? It drives me insane and she’s only been here for six months. Regina would be nuts to give it to her.”

  “I know, but I guess in the end it’s up to her,” I replied, but she was right. Diana was a bitch and completely didn’t deserve the promotion, she didn’t put in anywhere near the hours that Rose and I did, and she depended on our good ideas way too many times to make it a coincidence. She basically stole them from us and had never credited us.

  We got back to work until Regina finally decided to cut the office tension and announce a meeting.

  We gathered in the largest conference room in the building, it had an amazing view of the city and I could see Mel’s office building from where I stood at the end of the table.

  I hoped she was feeling happier about her life choices than I was at that moment.

  Regina swept in looking razor sharp and fashionable as ever. She always stayed ahead of the major trends and kept her weight down by smoking like a chimney and working out obsessively.

  She was the epitome of everything I’d once strove to be, but these days I wasn’t so sure. These days the tug at my stomach and the fluttering of my heart that happened every time I thought about life with Marco were changing the way I saw my future.

  It felt odd to me, harboring these thoughts in the recesses of my mind.

  “Now you all know why you’re here,” she said, commanding the at
tention of every single person in the room. Her voice was as sharp as her fashion, it demanding to be heard. “As you know, my last assistant left the company to go breed babies for her rich husband.”

  Regina’s voice was dripping with disgust. She was a single woman, always had been and always would be.

  Well, beyond some old millionaire she’d married decades ago. That marriage had lasted about three months before he’d kicked the bucket, left her his chain of department stores and the whole estate consisting of properties, art and billions.

  I’d always assumed she’d hit the jackpot, but for the first time her tightly wound personality made me consider something all together new.

  Maybe she’d loved him, the old guy. Maybe she’d felt with him like I did with Marco. In that case losing him would have been a tragedy, not a bonus.

  Regina paused dramatically and swept her gaze around the room seeming to make eye contact with each and every one of us.

  “I would like to take this time to announce the person I’ve selected for my new personal assistant,” she said, pausing again as the staff shifted nervously from foot to foot. I didn’t care, it was nice. I wasn’t balled up with nerves like I normally would have been.

  “All right, I’ll stop holding you hostage here…please allow me to present my new assistant and right hand person…Diana Reynolds!”

  There was a distinct ripple through the group of us, I could hear swearing and grumbling from all around me.

  Myself, I was let down in a way but had pretty much expected something like this so it didn’t hurt as badly as it might have at one time…before Marco.

  But it still angered me, especially for somebody like Rose who worked so hard and had been absolutely perfect for this role.

  “Oh my god!” Diana shrieked and came racing up to the front to stand next to Regina. “I can’t believe this, I just can’t! Thank you so much, thank you to everyone who has believed in me these last few months.”

  “I can’t fucking believe this bullshit,” Rose muttered under her breath next to me. “Seriously, what bullshit.”