Labeled a Mistress

Labeled a Mistress by Destiny Blaine

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Labeled a Mistress by Destiny Blaine Mardi Gras Publishing, LLC 133 Lake Front Dr. #204 Daphne, AL 36526 This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. ISBN-13 978-1-934329-34-4 ISBN-10 1-934329-34-7 Labeled a Mistress © 2007 by Destiny Blaine All rights reserved under the International and PanAmerican Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Cover art © 2007 by Skylar Sinclair For more variety in your reading selection, please visit www.mardigraspublishing.com 3

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Labeled a Mistress Hope couldn't believe a year had passed since she had met the dreamy Dr. Mike Shannon. Just thinking about him put a wicked smile on her face. In fact, just imagining what she'd like to do to him drove her to pick up the phone. As she dialed his cell phone she thought about what she was going to wear for the night ahead. Mike had promised they'd celebrate their year together. "This is Dr. Shannon". She sighed, "Oh my, maybe I dialed the wrong number". Mike laughed at her playfulness, "I have your wrong number right between my.... "The phone went dead suddenly which meant Mike's wife had walked in. She also worked at St. Joseph's Hospital in Savannah where Mike was a surgeon. Under most circumstances, they rarely crossed paths. The other woman, a.k.a. Mike's wife, also went by the name of Dr. Anne Shannon. She was a highly respected ER Physician and worked the night shift at St. Joseph's. Hope didn't mind the call interruption. She only wanted to hear his voice. Lately, she found herself enjoying the sound of his voice almost as much as she enjoyed him in her bed. Well, not quite. In any case, the forbidden four-letter word had entered into her mind a couple of times but she never discussed it with Mike or Colleen, her old college roommate. Colleen had warned her about falling in love with Mike. Hope knew the dangers yet her heartstrings seemed to be playing by their own rules. 5

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Colleen had cautioned Hope from the very beginning that seeing a married man came with a lot of baggage. She should know. She'd dated one in college and after several years of a rocky relationship, Colleen had handed down the ultimatum and it ended the relationship. Her lover became the perfect husband to his wife and never called her again. Devastated, she hadn't dated anyone seriously since. Hope was different from Colleen. She liked her independence and even though she cared for Mike, she wasn't interested in a totally committed relationship. In fact, she had even thought about going out with one or two other men who had showed an interest in her over the past year. She'd talked openly about it with Mike but he had discouraged it. Imagine that. Several hours had passed when Hope finally glanced up at the clock and noticed she only had about 10 minutes to get to her next appointment. She grabbed the keys to the Savannah Beach and Racquet Club unit she was showing to a client and headed out the door. Mark, her broker-in-charge, met her in the doorway. "Listen Hope, I really appreciate you showing that unit for me. I just don't have the time." Hope smiled, "I told you when I started working here I'm always available!" Against his better judgment, he offered, "Hey, if something doesn't go just like you think it should, remember, I'm available too." She knew she gave him a peculiar look but the comment was a bit strange coming from her broker. She hurried past him without giving it another thought. 6

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The drive over to the Beach and Racquet Club would be easier to walk than drive from the real estate office. Tybee Island was a tiny little strip of land and often Hope found it easier to walk on the island than to drive through it because of parking difficulties. However, in late August, it was usually pretty easy to find a parking spot in most of the complexes mid-week. Hope nodded at some of the passing neighbors who lived in the complex and fiddled around in her purse for the keys to the unit. She didn't bother to knock because she knew the owners were vacation home owners and hadn't visited the island in a couple of years. She let herself in and found a mountain of roses throughout the condominium. Piped in music played softly in the background and she knew who she'd find in the bedroom. She glanced off to the left and noticed the French doors leading to the balcony were open and the aroma from the kitchen told her everything she needed to know. Mike had rented the condominium. She followed the rose petals to the bedroom and there he was. The epitome of sex appeal. The white sheet draped across his waist didn't hide the fact he was growing instantly glad to see her. "Hi ya, gorgeous." Hope dropped her purse at the door and held onto the door frame with one hand as she kicked off her high heels. "Why, Dr. Shannon, what on earth are you doing in my client's bed?" She giggled as she playfully grabbed his ankle and watched him watch her as she undressed in a provocative manner. First, she loosened her belt and sent it flying over her shoulder, then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse taking a 7

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moment to slide out of her skirt before tossing both garments aside. Finally, she practically slid out of her panties and left, in Mike's opinion, the best for last as she lost her black lace bra. Mike teased her, "Your client's bed?" He licked his lips and eyed her voluptuous body up and down, "So you were expecting someone else?" Hope knelt down on the bed and began to crawl up the mattress careful not to touch his most treasured possession. She raised herself over him and looked down, "What are you doing here?" He grinned, "Oh, what the hell, I was going to wait and tell you but since you kind of have the upper hand, I'll go ahead and spill it." He moved Hope over to his side and reached into the nightstand and pulled out some documents, "I'm assuming you know what an offer to purchase contract looks like?" She looked at him in disbelief, "Mike, you're serious? You're buying this unit?" Hope had always loved the Savannah Beach and Racquet Club. It was a great oceanoriented complex. He smiled sweetly at her, "I'm not buying it, but you are." She looked at him in shock, "I can't afford this right now." He chuckled out loud, "Oh, sure you could but I'm not telling you to buy it with your own money, I'll be giving you the money to pay for it. It's time we bought our own place." Hope didn't look amused or interested. "Now don't say no until you hear me out Hope." From his casual reaction it was obvious he was prepared for her to 8

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refuse "I worry myself sick when you are out here by yourself at night over at the office and too tired to drive inland. You wanted to live out here when you first moved to the area and now you can. I know you could do it soon anyway with the profits from your house when it sells," he paused, "but I wanted to do this for us." He looked at her sweetly and continued, "I just wanted to show you that I'm serious about keeping you in my life. I want us to have our own place together, even though our relationship and our condo are still considered somewhat ... umm.... unconventional. Hope didn't agree or disagree. She just slid her hand down under the sheet and began to stroke Mike's cock. As she kissed his neck she whispered, "Sometimes, you think too much. I think you've had too much time on your hands lately." He moaned as she began kissing down toward his stomach. She loved his six-pack and admired every inch of his body, especially the one part that brought her so much pleasure. When her mouth reached where he wanted it to be, she stroked him as she took in every inch of him and flickered her tongue in a way that sent shivers up his spine. Just when he thought he was going to explode, a timer went off in the kitchen that was loud enough to bring Hope to a quick upright position. Mike grabbed his shorts. "Shit, I forgot the casserole." Hope knew he was an excellent cook but thinking back over the past year Hope could only count a handful of times when their romps had been interrupted by a timer in her own kitchen. She followed him to the hallway and commented on the fact. "Your timing 9

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has been off since I met you," she winked, "your loss this time baby." She turned to walk back into the bedroom to get dressed and immediately knew he was behind her. "Where do you think you're going?" Hope bent over to pick up her clothes from the floor and felt him rub up against her from behind. She turned to face him, "OK, I admit I'm starving but I'm more interested in you fucking my brains out at the moment. So, it's safe to say I'm not going anywhere." Mike wasted no time in losing his shorts. "I'm up for the task," he whispered as he pushed her down on the bed. Mike and Hope had a sexual understanding. They each knew what the other one wanted. Hope loved his inventiveness in the bedroom. He was always surprising her with new ways to have sex. As he followed her down, he pushed his way inside of her almost before her back met the mattress. He ravaged her breasts as he thrust his cock between her thighs. She moaned as he nibbled her ear and played softly with her breasts and when he thought he was about to lose it all too soon, he rolled over on his back so she could look down on him. He knew Hope liked to be on top. Hope's long dark hair draped over her shoulders and she threw her head back in pure enjoyment. She sat erect to feel as much of him as she could and slowly pumped up and down, "don't hold back," she whispered and he just lost it. ****

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"So, you never said what you thought about the idea of us moving in together." Mike said later as he looked at her across the table and watched her fidget with her fork. She took a hard look at him, "Mike, that's not funny." He giggled, "I thought it was." She was agitated for a minute, "OK, honey, how exactly do you see this playing out?" Her sarcasm was obvious. The good doctor was finally uncomfortable, "Well, I ... um ... I thought we could ummm ... shit Hope, why do you want to make a big deal out of this?" She pouted her lips in mockery and realized they were about to have their first confrontation. She quickly decided that since they had never had a disagreement, it might spice things up. "I'm not making a big deal out of this," she began, "you are." He looked at her sternly across the table, "No, you are." Hope put her fork down and took the wine from the table to pour herself another glass. "So you think you're ready for a commitment?" Her smile widened as she mocked him trying to provoke him a bit more. "Honey you've forgotten one itty, bitty, teeny, weenie fact. You're already committed to someone, if you can call it that. I'm just your play thing. You don't have to buy me a condo to make me yours. I'm yours already. You don't have to commit more of yourself to me by making me feel like you want me because I know you do. In fact, I happen to believe you are borderline obsessed with the idea of me." She was telling the truth. 11

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He watched her move toward him slowly, seductively and knew she was going to ravage him. He could see it in her eyes. She moved his plate to the side and he suddenly wasn't interested in finishing his half-eaten meal. She slowly removed all of the dishes onto the bar separating the dining room from the kitchen and never took her eyes off of him. "Why don't you just admit it? You are afraid of me ... Of what I'll do if you don't make an effort to make me completely obligated to you. You can't commit to me but you want me to commit to you." He didn't say anything but watched her as she moved her ass along the side of the dining room table. At one point he was so turned on by the way she was moving toward him, he almost made the first move before he caught himself. This was Hope's show and he wanted to see what she had to say. He already knew where they would do the dirty deed. The removal of the dishes told him a lot. Finally she propped herself up on the table in front of him. "Why don't you tell me how your biggest fear is to find out some other man has been touching me, holding me, licking me, fucking me..." She looked at him dead on. He was, for the first time since he met her, speechless. She waited for him to say something but the words didn't come to mind. The image of another man with Hope made him feel sick, like a punch directly in the gut, and he was instantly uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. After about three minutes had passed, he finally managed four words. "OK ... ok ... you're right." She responded quickly, "I know I'm right." 12

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Hope hiked up her skirt and slid down into his lap as she unzipped his khaki shorts, "Now that we have all of this out in the open, why don't you do what you want to do the most. Fuck me." He was hard already and waiting on her. Which was how she liked him the best when she wanted to skip the foreplay and get directly to it, he didn't mind. Times like this inspired some of the hottest sex. When she just wanted to cum and was ready to do it quickly, they seemed to be at their best. He thought it was because she was so turned on by just the idea of what they had done hours, or sometimes minutes, before. She liked to lead and felt very much in control when she could just whip his dick out and instruct him to screw her. "Make me want you more than ever before," she whispered. He stood up with his cock still inside her and laid her out on the table. He slid her swiftly to the edge where her knees met the wood and her legs draped down to the floor before he fucked her aimlessly. He put his hands on the table beside her hips and didn't bother touching her. They were both only after the climax and he knew it. When he came, he tried to wait for her and she screamed out his name to let him know she was already there. When it was over, he moved away from her and she sat up on her elbows. He looked horrified for a minute. "I think I may love you," he was shocked by his own admission, "why haven't you ever said you love me?" Hope hopped down and retrieved her clothes quickly so she could get dressed, "Because I don't. I love screwing your 13

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brains out. I love tasting your cock and having you inside of me every chance I get but Mike, I don't love you." He looked at her for a minute and almost believed her. "OK, so you don't love me. Will you still let me buy this condo for you ... for us?" His feelings were sort of hurt but he knew her all too well. It would take her a long time to ever discuss her feelings for him. He knew she cared for him but what he didn't know was why she didn't want him to know it. She thought about it for a minute while she walked out to the balcony that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean. She stood silent admiring the view. Would she be here with Mike so much that the ambiance would make her want him even more? Would she want him for keeps when she'd tried so hard to keep everything simple between them? Hope worried it would break her heart to wake up without Mike in her arms. She decided it was what it was. She was his mistress and she could live without another man in her life. This was a commitment of sorts. She knew if he bought the condo for them it meant he expected her to be loyal but she wanted to be sure before she jumped into a housing arrangement. He stood behind her with his arms around her waist, taking in the view. He whispered, "You could live here if you wanted or we could just make it our special place at the beach." She sat down on the comfortable oversized chair and looked up at him. "I'm going to be honest with you. I think you feel like you have to do this to keep me loyal to you. I see it in your eyes Mike, you're afraid of losing me." He took her hands in his and pulled her up to him, "I'm not afraid of losing you because I know you better than you know 14

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yourself. You're crazy about me." They both giggled. "Hope, if this makes you too uncomfortable we don't have to buy the condo." She considered it for another second. "I have an idea. Why don't we each pay 50% and then it will really be ours." He discarded her idea immediately. "No, I want to give this to you, as a gift. If you want it, let me know." She didn't turn around to protest or to even discuss it further. She just became lost in her thoughts as she focused on an older couple strolling across the beach in front of the complex. She wondered where she would be when her hair began to grey. Would she be on the beach with Mike or would her life lead her to someone else? She shrugged to herself and pushed the thought aside. When she went back inside to tell him she could get used to it; he was already gone. **** Hope cleaned up the dinner dishes and straightened up around the condo. After she realized Mike was gone, she sat down with the documents he'd left on the nightstand and browsed over the paperwork. After going over the terms of the contract she realized Mike had rented the condo for four weeks. That was a great relief to Hope. She'd been very concerned about another real estate agent showing the unit and finding her there with scattered rose petals all over the floor and an obvious setting for romance. She poured herself another Chardonnay and went out on the balcony to call Colleen. She told her friend about Mike's 15

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proposal and Colleen listened quietly as Hope relayed the evening's events. "What do you think I should do?" Colleen offered advice against the arrangement, which was exactly what Hope thought she would do. "Honey, I'm sure Dr. Mike is everything you say he is. He's tall, dark and perfect. He's a fantastic lover who brings you to your knees. He's all of those things. Most men who have affairs are, but do you understand, do you really understand, that if you accept his offer, you'll officially become known as his mistress? Do you want to be labeled as his mistress?" Hope thought about her friend's words as she looked out over the ocean. She knew she was already stamped because Mark, her broker-in-charge, had been all too smug about her meeting his fictitious client now that she had thought about it. "I don't really care about all of that. I'm afraid I might lose him if I don't do it. I think he needs this. He needs a place that belongs to just the two of us." "What about your place? Didn't you tell me he has a key to your house and pretty much comes and goes as he pleases?" Colleen made a very good point. Mike did come and go as he pleased at her house. Several times she had caught him in her bed waiting for her after work. In fact, he practically lived with her because his wife worked at the hospital from 10PM until 8AM four days a week. That gave them a lot of time together and he had gotten used to spending the night when his wife was working. Hope glanced around at the condo. "You should see this place though," she paused, "it's truly beautiful. It's been professionally decorated with contemporary furnishings and 16

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artwork that's just unbelievable. And the view ... you have to see the seascape. The ocean is so close you feel like you can reach out and touch it. I can look down and see the swimming pool and..." Colleen interrupted her, "You've already decided to do it, so let him. Tell him to buy you the damn condo. I can't think of anyone who deserves it more than you do but I just don't want to see you get hurt. Be sure there aren't strings attached when you two sign on the dotted line. You know what I say about men with strings. It's always the married man who has the luxury of pulling them the tightest." Colleen was right. Hope was all set to sign on the dotted line before she ever picked up the phone to call her friend. She hurried to end the conversation and said good-bye. She had to call Mike and let him know the good news. They should buy the condo. **** The next day at work, Hope noticed Mark eyeing her in a way he never had before. She wanted to find out exactly what Mike might have told her boss. It was important to her to keep her professional image intact at work. The day went by pretty fast. She had clients in town from Mississippi so she spent most of the day showing them property one block off of the beach. Her clients could easily afford oceanfront property but they found their money would buy more square footage if they didn't go for direct oceanfront. The couple seemed very nice. She was a stay-at-home mom and he was a physician thinking about transferring to 17

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St. Joseph's Hospital's Emergency Department. Hope made sure she didn't mention either of the Shannon doctors. The woman was a petite blonde who seemed as interested in flirting with her as her husband did. They were overly friendly at times which made her extremely uncomfortable. "My wife and I were talking about you last night," her client began, "Karen thinks you're gorgeous." Karen blushed. "No, my husband thinks you are the sexiest woman he has ever laid eyes on and I have to agree, look at you." Hope nearly hit the floor as they both seemed to undress her with their eyes. They were definitely different from her average clients. Later that evening, back at home, Hope imagined the couple in bed together, talking about her. It gave her a sense of power just pondering the idea. She decided she couldn't wait to tell Mike about it. When the doorbell rang, she jumped to her feet and ran over to peek outside. "You must've forgotten your key," she called out as she peered through the tiny peephole in the door. She gasped when she saw Mark, instead of Mike, on the other side of the door and slowly opened it. "Not who you were expecting?" Hope's smile never wavered. "Come in Mark. What brings you inland tonight?" Mark stared at her absent-mindedly and licked his lips, touching his crotch for a moment as if he were trying to get something situated in his pants. Hope couldn't help but notice he was well endowed and definitely horny. She attempted to 18

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ignore his behavior and instructed him to grab a seat. "Can I get you something to drink?" He looked at her perky breasts almost peeking from the Vneck shirt she had on with tight fitting jeans. "I ... um ... I may have had too much already. I ... um ... I wanted to talk to you." Hope walked over to the tea cart she had converted into a make-shift bar and poured herself a brandy. She felt she might need it. Hope wasn't naïve, she could see her boss wanted to do more than talk but she would overlook that because he was clearly drunk. "So, where have you been tonight?" Mark grinned, "I just left a buddy's house. I got my ass kicked in a card game tonight." Hope tried to act interested in what he was saying as she glanced at the clock, thinking it was about time for Mike to show up. She was disappointed to find it was only 8:30, which meant it would be several hours before he arrived. "Why don't you let me drive you home?" Mark eyed her again, "You want to drive me home?" Hope watched him rub his dick again but this time he seemed to be enjoying the movement of his own hand across his crotch. "Sure, I'll give you a ride home. I want to be sure you get there safely. Let me just grab my purse." Hope walked up her staircase to the landing where she had left her purse on a table. As she started back down she gave her boss' physique a thorough inspection. It was one of the things she had noticed the first day he'd hired her. He had the boyish good looks of a blonde-surfer boy, even though he was much older. She imagined he'd been told he was handsome more than 19

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once by the girls that visited the island in the summer since he'd grown up in the area. As he stood in her living room, she noticed his body in the casual clothes he wore too. He was definitely a man to admire. However, he was her boss and she wanted to keep things just the way they were. Hope stood on one side of her sofa while Mark stood on the other, "OK, let's go." Mark moved to stand in front of her doorway. "I don't think so," he said. He moved in to kiss her and Hope moved backwards. "Hey, now. I think you need to sleep this off." He tried again and met with resistance and a firmer refusal. "I don't think we should do this at all." He gave Hope a totally bewildered expression. "Can I ask why?" Her look reflected his confusion back at him. "Why do you think? You're my boss, or did you forget that small detail?" He staggered, "Real estate agents are independent contractors. I'm not your boss." Hope knew he had a point but she ignored it and added, "You still hired me, or did you forget that little detail too?" He grabbed her around the waist and took her by surprise, "NO! I didn't forget that little detail but I still want to fuck you. What do you think about that?" His eyes were wild and she could smell the whiskey on his breath. Hope wasn't prepared for that one. He caught her off guard but she managed to wiggle out from underneath his hold.

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"Mark, I know you know about Mike. I don't know what you know exactly but I know you know something. Is that what this is all about?" Mark swooped down with another kiss attempt only this time Hope turned her cheek and caught a wet tongue in her ear. "Mike will be here any minute. Why don't I show you one of the guest rooms so you can just stay here to sleep this off and..." Mark moved his hands down to her ass and pulled her forward, making sure she felt his large erection. In his mind he was afraid she hadn't noticed he was more than capable of pleasing a woman. She felt turned on by him instantly but she pushed her sexual thoughts aside. There were so many reasons she couldn't sleep with Mark. First of all Mike could walk in and catch them. The main reason though, was that she didn't really want to screw around with anyone else. It just didn't feel right. Hope approached him from a different angle. It was easy to see that Mark was a lot stronger than she was and didn't seem to understand that she'd refused his advances. "Mark, listen to me. Even if I wanted you, this is a bad idea. Mike will be here any minute and he has a key to my house. He will be coming through that door anytime now." She knew she told a lie as soon as the words left her lips but she wanted to be with Mike. Mark was delicious eye candy but wasn't something she felt she could ever taste. Mark suddenly understood what Hope was trying to tell him. He staggered backwards and looked at her for a minute. "OK, not right now. After he leaves. Where's the guest room?" 21

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Hope pointed up at the stairs, "Take a right at the top of the steps. I'll check in on you when Mike leaves." Her comment seemed to sober him up for a split second. "I'm looking forward to it and you should be too." Hope tried not to laugh. She knew she wouldn't be checking in on him anytime soon, if at all. After her drunken boss stumbled up the stairs, Hope dialed Mike without thinking. On the other end she heard, "Dr. Anne Shannon". She quickly hung up, wondering why she had called his cell before Anne had time to leave for work. What was she thinking? It was obvious she wasn't thinking about anything at all except for her very good looking boss sprawled across the bed in one of the spare rooms. She was turned on by it and the strange feeling was unfamiliar territory for her. She hadn't looked at her boss that way before. Before she even started her job on Tybee Island, everything had been about Mike Shannon and a year later she still felt that way. Had she really been so wrapped up in her married lover that she forgot to notice one of the hottest single men in the area? She decided to make a note to herself to notice more of the available men living close in proximity, if for no other reason but to keep things in perspective. **** She must've dozed off to sleep because when the phone rang at 2 AM, she was startled when she looked over at the clock. "Mike, where have you been?"

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Hope barely heard his whispered reply. "She took one of her personal days and is home tonight. I'll call you tomorrow." Mike hung up before she could tell him her boss was sleeping upstairs in one of the guestrooms. Hope contemplated the short conversation with Mike for a minute as she tried to get comfortable. She finally gave up and decided the settee wasn't a comfortable choice for a good night's rest. Feeling tired and irritated Hope climbed the steps and stopped only for a moment outside the bedroom where Mark was passed out. As abruptly as she had stopped, she moved on toward her own room and fell into the comfort of sleep. The room was pitch black and Hope was in a deep sleep when she felt someone crawl in beside her. The body was unmistakably male and obviously very aroused as he spooned against her back and nuzzled her hair. Hope smiled dreamily, thinking Mike had finally found a way to get away from his wife for the night. His loose hand moved over her side and slid upwards until he found her breasts which he immediately started to fondle. Hope was in such a deep sleep that she couldn't seem to wake up. The whole encounter seemed fuzzy and unreal, like a positively erotic dream. He hunched down under the covers and before she knew it his mouth was exploring her inner thighs. His lips moved in a circular motion that almost brought her to climax from the simple thought of his tongue diving inside of her. He moaned his appreciation when he discovered she wasn't wearing underwear, knowing 23

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it gave him complete access to her sweet spot without having to go through the inconvenience of removing any distractions. When he planted his mouth directly over her and flicked his tongue across her clit she moaned and thrust her hips upwards. He went wild, lapping over every moistened inch of her. Hope couldn't hold still. She slid her hand down to play with his hair and realized it wasn't wavy and thick but straight and thin. **** Mark. It was Mark in between her legs. She cursed him loudly for his manipulation and tried to squirm away. Just as she raised up the sheet to peer down at him, he thrust his tongue inside her and she came without any further reservations. Her hips shot off the bed as she found a fistful of his hair and forced his mouth to stay where it was as she rode out the orgasm. She held nothing back. When he finished pleasing her he came out from under the covers and faced her eye to eye, searching for some sort of sign. Something that let him know she was either pleased or disgusted with his performance. He knew he had sabotaged her dreams and taken advantage of her. Still, if she was totally honest with herself, he knew she was aware of his presence. Hope knew it was Mark exploring her and tasting her most private moments. **** She said nothing to him, which didn't come as a big surprise to Mark. Most of the people at the office viewed Hope 24

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as reserved but a hard core business woman. Some of the men made remarks that she was too cold but Mark knew she had it in her to be a tiger in the bedroom. It was in the very way she moved, and if the doctor had her for a mistress, he knew he'd pegged her right. He also knew she held the ability to be bitchy. He'd easily seen the restraint in her eyes the night before when she wanted to slap him across the face rather than simply push him away. However, now he was hoping his performance had softened her a bit. He knew he was pretty good at licking a woman to pleasure. He'd been told so before. It was a talent his tongue knew quite well. Just when he thought she was going to leap out of the bed and make a run for it, she had a surprise for him. She walked over to the bedroom door and closed it. Maybe she thought Mike would actually be stopping by in the middle of the night or maybe she had a thing about open doors. Nonetheless, when Mark heard the lock turn, he knew he was going to get exactly what he came for and he grew hard as a rock in anticipation. Hope rewarded him with a wicked smile that was easy to see from where she stood in front of the window while the street light outside shone in. Hope was going to give him what he came to her house for and then he knew they would never speak of it again. "Do you want me Mark?" He nodded, taking his dick in hand and rubbing it on her leg. "You tell me," he whispered. She laughed seductively, "Oh, yes, I guess you do." He moved forward and swooped her up in his arms. When he did, 25

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her legs wrapped around him and they were immediately entwined in a hard-core romp. He greedily devoured her breasts like he couldn't get enough. He held onto her ass with both hands as he moved her back against the wall and thrust into her with one swift motion. "Fuck me like you fuck the doctor." Hope complied and fucked him as hard and long as she had ever thought about screwing anyone else. It was payback. It was revenge for Mike going to her boss in the first place. He had this one coming to him because he shouldn't have talked to her boss about the condo. He shouldn't have approached him in order to set the whole scene up. He'd revealed too much about Hope to a man she saw on a daily basis and she decided she was mad about it. All this was ... simply getting even. Mark enjoyed her explicitly. She was exactly what he thought she would be in bed. A true vixen. He pulled her down to kiss him and she resisted. "Just screw me. Get your rocks off. Fuck me harder." She was dominant with him and he wasn't sure how to respond to it because no one had ever been so wild with him in bed. She obviously wanted the sex and she was incredible. When he came the second time, he was barely finished when she told him to leave. **** After Mark left, Hope showered and changed her sheets. She was busy cleaning house when Mike pulled in the driveway at seven o'clock. He walked in and grabbed her around the waist and began to kiss her neck. "I missed you 26

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last night baby. Anne took a personal day to surprise me and I didn't know about it until she didn't get ready for work. She thought we needed some time together." He rambled on with what Hope thought was too much information. She felt a twinge of jealousy as he explained his wife felt they needed some one on one couple time. He was telling her all of this as if he had forgotten who he was talking to about his wife. "So, what did my gorgeous girlfriend do to occupy her time last night?" Hope looked at him and decided he deserved it. "Oh, I got laid by my boss." Mike gave her a puzzled look. "You did what?" Hope walked into the kitchen and Mike trailed behind her as she paused to pour herself a cup of coffee. "Would you like a cup?" Mike glared at her, "What the hell did you do last night Hope?" She ignored his stern look and pressed on. She was in his face before she realized it, "While you were fucking your wife's cobwebs, I was being treated to an oral exploration by a man who woke me in the middle of the night. At first I thought it was you but after I realized it wasn't, well..." her voice drifted off, "there's no point in getting into the details of everything with you." Hope walked back into the living room and sat down on the floor to browse some home magazines. She was forever going through the home brochures, trying to find ideas for her next restoration purchase. The house she currently lived in had been her first project and now that it was complete and a 27

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buyer was showing interest in it, she knew it would only be a matter of time before she was working on remodeling another house. Mike looked like a hurt puppy. "What the hell?" He was also angry. "I don't come over and because I'm with my wife, you invite your boss over and screw his lights out?" His face grew redder by the minute. Hope looked up at him. "Yeah, Mike, that's right. That's exactly what I did. Thanks. I'm glad to know you think so highly of me." **** Mike stormed out onto the porch while Hope acted as though she thought he'd left. She went upstairs to get ready for work and as she was putting on her make-up she felt him watching her. "It's because of the condo. It's because I pushed. That's it isn't it?" Hope turned around on her bench where she sat putting on her make-up and looked at him. "No, it just happened. He showed up here last night drunk and it was just one of those things. Mike, it happened because you let him know we were sleeping together. You disrespected me by letting my boss know I was your mistress. I guess Mark felt the need to try a taste too." Mike put his hands on his ears like a spoiled child and sat down on the end of the bed, "I don't want to hear the details. Don't talk about it and..." He paused and then looked at her with a look that half-way frightened her, "don't ever let me hear about it happening again." Before she could comment, he stood up and walked out the door. 28

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**** Hope worked throughout the weekend with the weird couple from Mississippi. She decided they were so overly friendly because they were possibly swingers. She meant to talk to Mike about them only she hadn't been able to discuss it with him because his wife had kept him on a short leash over the weekend. Hope thought she might have found out about her but decided it wasn't her problem if she did. She had only spoken to Mike briefly since the incident she had with her boss, so she decided it wasn't territory she wanted to cover when she saw him again. If his wife busted him. She busted him. Life would go on and the world wouldn't come to an end. Over the weekend, she bumped into Mark at the office a couple of times. Her clients had been equally impressed with Mark and Hope had no doubt that they were definitely into a lifestyle she had only read about. Mark tried to corner her one day in the break room to talk to her about the possibility of another sexual adventure but she quickly turned him down. She informed him she still felt comfortable working around him but if he pushed the issue of a sexual relationship with her; she would move her real estate license to another office. Still, she took every opportunity to flirt with him and he definitely noticed. It bothered him that she sent out mixed signals. It was Monday evening around six o'clock when Mike pulled into the office complex. Hope hadn't seen him since their disagreement, if you could call it a disagreement. When 29

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he pulled in she was just about to stick the keys in her ignition and head inland with some real estate signs. He looked good enough to eat right there in the parking lot. "Hi ya sexy." His relaxed attitude told her he was over her infidelity. Even though they had talked on the phone a few times throughout the weekend, there had been a definite strain placed between them. "Hi ya, yourself," Hope didn't see Mark pull into the parking lot as she practically ran to meet Mike. Even though she was dressed in a business suit with a short skirt, she wasted no time jumping into his arms. She even wrapped her legs around him to tease him for a minute. Mark saw the opportunity as he got out of his car and took it. "I don't know about you buddy, but that's about my favorite position with her." Thinking back later, Hope wasn't sure if she was dropped or if she had already set her feet back on the ground but what happened next was unforgettable. Mike lunged at Mark and held him up against an SUV by his collar. "Listen you arrogant piece of shit, if you ever lay one hand on her again, I will kill you." Mark and Mike stood there for a moment. Long enough, Hope guessed, for Mark to see that Mike meant business. She eyed them both and decided she was really turned on by Mike's show of emotion for her. Jealousy could be delicious when a woman used it to her advantage .When he finally let go of him, she turned to see the fury in Mark's eyes too. He winked at her behind her lover's back and she knew if Mike had seen the gesture, war would've paled in comparison. 30

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"Let's go," Mike instructed. Hope immediately got into the car and they drove over to the condo. He didn't say a word until they arrived. Once they were inside, he pushed the door closed and stood there for a moment, taking in every one of her curves. He longed for her like never before but he was afraid of the aching he experienced. He felt such strong passion for her and described it to her. "Hope, I want you but I also want to hurt you for betraying me. I can't explain it. It's like nothing I have ever felt. It's rage. It's jealousy. It's love. It's hatred. It's all of these things and nothing I want to feel again." She waited with a look that told him she understood and for a moment, he knew she would even allow rough sex but he had to calm down. The anger had to be kept in check or he could destroy what they had. He couldn't live with himself if he hurt her. Suddenly, he had the urge to run on the beach. As much as he wanted her, he was going to act on it later. He needed fresh air. In fact, they both decided a jog on the beach was exactly what both of them could really use. After the run, they collapsed beside each other in the sand. Mike told her about this really quirky couple he had met. "The guy is going to be working with Anne in the ER. They say he is an excellent physician. His wife is a homemaker and she's cute and friendly. I imagine you would like her if you ever had the chance to meet her. However, she never shuts up." Hope let him ramble on for a few minutes and finally decided to let him in on her secret. "I met the good doctor 31

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and his lovely wife," Hope smiled, "they're my clients." Mike chuckled, "Well, then, that explains a lot. They both said they'd had too many distractions while they were looking for a house. I guess you're their distraction." They both giggled but she noticed a certain amount of uneasiness in the way he laughed so she told him the whole story about her clients. She didn't want him to think she had acted on their obvious infatuation with her. They sat down on the beach until nightfall and then made their way back to the condominium. While on the beach, they'd ironed out the details of buying the condo. They decided to set up a corporation and hold the condo as an asset of the corporation. She would be the President and CEO and he would decide on his title at another date. They even talked about going into a partnership on some business ventures so that he would have more of a reason to be seen in public with her and she would be more comfortable with their new purchase through the corporation. Forming the partnership under the title of Investments Limited would become their focus, but for now, they were happy to be walking up to the complex where they would undoubtedly find a different focal point. As they walked in the door, Hope felt content. She had been worried about the repercussions she might face after sleeping with her boss. She had seen the look on Mike's face and knew he was devastated that she had openly discussed her romp. She would have to be careful never to upset him again. She had witnessed his rage and heard his threat to kill someone over her. He was passionate and deadly. Something 32

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in his voice told her he was more possessive of her than she ever thought possible. She wasn't sure about how the revelation made her feel. Though he didn't admit it to her, Mike had lost a lot of sleep over the past weekend. The very thought of Hope had haunted him at night. The idea that someone else had been with her in her bed in that house made him sick to his stomach. He had laid down at night beside his adoring wife and had been overcome with urges for another woman. His body had ached for Hope. He had longed to be in her arms but yet found his only solace in his wife. She had comforted him almost as if she had sensed his heart was breaking. It was all very strange and left him feeling empty. Hope poured them both a brandy and snuggled up beside him on the sofa. With the French doors open, you could hear the ocean waters and the calming sound sent him off to sleep. When he woke up, he could hear the shower running and was instantly excited. He'd missed her beyond words. "Hey, I thought you had left or something." She turned off the water and took her time wrapping her wet body in a bath towel. He handed her another one for her hair. "No, I just needed to freshen up after that walk." He looked at her and instantly wanted her. She was beautiful and sometimes the sight of her was too much for him to absorb. She consumed him. She opened the towel and let it drop to the floor. He nuzzled her breasts and she put her hand on the back of his neck, encouraging him to linger a little longer. She moved his hand down between her legs, showing him the path she 33

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wanted him to follow. "I need your fingers inside of me. Make me ready for you," she instructed. He looked at her for a moment and then massaged her clit gently as his tongue explored her nipples hungrily. He kissed her chest and neck. When he made his way to her throat he whispered, "I've been away too long Hope. It's not going to happen again." She let out a moan and moved his hand long enough to let him lead her to the bedroom. As they slid into bid, he positioned her on top of him. He moved his body with hers as he sucked hard on her breast. When he clamped down too hard, she moved her forefinger and middle finger to his bottom lip and pulled at it just long enough to have him release her and look up. Then, she devoured him with a deep kiss so passionate, he was sure he felt something different. He knew for the first time, this was Hope making love. This wasn't just sex for her. They had been away from one another just long enough to start to miss the other one. Maybe the time apart was just what she needed to realize he mattered to her more than she cared to admit. As she was cuddled up in his arms, Hope realized things had changed. He was more committed to her than ever before and even though she wasn't sure about what she felt for him, she was certain of one thing. It wasn't all fun and games for him. He had played for keeps. While most women would have looked at this as an opportunity to pull their lover away from the spouse, Hope worried he would leave his wife for her and that's when things would get complicated. She didn't want to split up his marriage. Being a mistress worked 34

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for her. Anything more and she knew she'd run in the other direction. She watched him sleep and decided she would worry about that later. For now, she was horny again and there was only one way to take care of her predicament. She reached down in between his legs and kissed his stomach. "Wake up sexy, I'm ready to play again." He smiled as she rolled over on her side, "Now show me a good time," she whispered over her shoulder. He slid in from behind and he didn't let her down. The End

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