evening, along with her bra and garter belt. She straddled his lower legs, and placed her hands on either side of his hips, before leaning down, bringing her lips next to his erection. She tentatively brushed her lips against his manhood before taking him into her mouth.
She explored every inch of him with her tongue, back and forth, up and down, until Vince breathlessly pleaded with her, “Please, Jennifer, I need you. I have to have you, now.”
Wild passion overtook him, and his heart began to race as she moved up his body and slipped him deep inside her. “Oh my God, Jennifer,” he gasped as she adjusted her hips so they ground into his pelvis, taking him as far inside her as possible.
Vince reached up and removed her bra, freeing her breasts from the thin black lace. “Much better,” he said, as he took hold of her thighs, guiding her up and down his hard shaft. As they moved together, Jennifer’s breathing became more and more shallow, and as she shuddered with her climax, Vince cried out her name and exploded deep within her.
Each time Vince saw Jennifer, he found that he couldn’t get enough of her. The more I see you, the more I want you, he thought, as he scrolled through the photos on his phone that he secretly took while she was sleeping after the first time they made love. I need you, I crave you, I have to have you, he repeated over and over to himself, as he found himself falling back into some old, bad habits, setting up an alert so he would get an e- mail notification any time she was in the news. He assigned Brad Wesley, a private investigator and a member of his security detail, to follow and photograph her, so he could know what she was doing at all times. While at his Wall Street office, he spent hours peering through the lens of the new, powerful telescope he had purchased and focused on her apartment building across the East River, thankful Jennifer never closed her living room drapes, hoping to catch glimpses of her going about her daily life.
None of this, though, was enough for Vince. His need to possess Jennifer and make her his grew stronger with every day that passed. “Move in with me,” he said, one night over dinner.
Taken aback, Jen searched for the right words. “I really enjoy spending time with you, Vince. But I love my apartment, and I love Brooklyn. We’ve only been dating a short time, and I don’t want to rush into anything.”
Her words cut through his heart like a dagger, and he struggled to keep his composure as he spoke in a low, measured tone, “All in good time, my love.”
Every time they were together, Vince repeated his suggestion that Jen move into his apartment, and each time she turned him down. Her continued rejection of his invitation to move in with him made his blood boil. No woman has ever rejected me as many times as you have. “All in good time, my love. I don’t want to rush you or pressure you,” he repeated each time she declined his invitation to move in with him, trying to hide the rage and resentment bubbling up inside him. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you, Jennifer, he thought. You will be mine.
CHAPTER TEN
W hen the chorus of Jay- Z’s “Empire State of Mind” began to play from his cell phone, Drew didn’t have to look at the display to know who was calling. “How’s my best friend,” he answered.
“Good, thanks,” Jen replied. “How are you?”
“Good. Just working on a new post for my Bay Area sports blog. I want to get it up before the radio show I’m doing tonight.”
“I’m looking forward to reading it,” she said. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m flying out to San Francisco tomorrow for a photo shoot, and I’ll be in town for a couple of days this week. Do you think you’ll have some time to get together?”
“You’re flying here tomorrow?”
“Yes. I get in around noon your time.”
Jen held her breath while she
She explored every inch of him with her tongue, back and forth, up and down, until Vince breathlessly pleaded with her, “Please, Jennifer, I need you. I have to have you, now.”
Wild passion overtook him, and his heart began to race as she moved up his body and slipped him deep inside her. “Oh my God, Jennifer,” he gasped as she adjusted her hips so they ground into his pelvis, taking him as far inside her as possible.
Vince reached up and removed her bra, freeing her breasts from the thin black lace. “Much better,” he said, as he took hold of her thighs, guiding her up and down his hard shaft. As they moved together, Jennifer’s breathing became more and more shallow, and as she shuddered with her climax, Vince cried out her name and exploded deep within her.
Each time Vince saw Jennifer, he found that he couldn’t get enough of her. The more I see you, the more I want you, he thought, as he scrolled through the photos on his phone that he secretly took while she was sleeping after the first time they made love. I need you, I crave you, I have to have you, he repeated over and over to himself, as he found himself falling back into some old, bad habits, setting up an alert so he would get an e- mail notification any time she was in the news. He assigned Brad Wesley, a private investigator and a member of his security detail, to follow and photograph her, so he could know what she was doing at all times. While at his Wall Street office, he spent hours peering through the lens of the new, powerful telescope he had purchased and focused on her apartment building across the East River, thankful Jennifer never closed her living room drapes, hoping to catch glimpses of her going about her daily life.
None of this, though, was enough for Vince. His need to possess Jennifer and make her his grew stronger with every day that passed. “Move in with me,” he said, one night over dinner.
Taken aback, Jen searched for the right words. “I really enjoy spending time with you, Vince. But I love my apartment, and I love Brooklyn. We’ve only been dating a short time, and I don’t want to rush into anything.”
Her words cut through his heart like a dagger, and he struggled to keep his composure as he spoke in a low, measured tone, “All in good time, my love.”
Every time they were together, Vince repeated his suggestion that Jen move into his apartment, and each time she turned him down. Her continued rejection of his invitation to move in with him made his blood boil. No woman has ever rejected me as many times as you have. “All in good time, my love. I don’t want to rush you or pressure you,” he repeated each time she declined his invitation to move in with him, trying to hide the rage and resentment bubbling up inside him. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you, Jennifer, he thought. You will be mine.
CHAPTER TEN
W hen the chorus of Jay- Z’s “Empire State of Mind” began to play from his cell phone, Drew didn’t have to look at the display to know who was calling. “How’s my best friend,” he answered.
“Good, thanks,” Jen replied. “How are you?”
“Good. Just working on a new post for my Bay Area sports blog. I want to get it up before the radio show I’m doing tonight.”
“I’m looking forward to reading it,” she said. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m flying out to San Francisco tomorrow for a photo shoot, and I’ll be in town for a couple of days this week. Do you think you’ll have some time to get together?”
“You’re flying here tomorrow?”
“Yes. I get in around noon your time.”
Jen held her breath while she
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