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  “I promise that I’ll be gentle,” he said as he leaned right over me positioning his joystick right outside my entrance. His arm propped him up so his weight wouldn’t squish me while his other hand grabbed my hips firmly, to keep me from squirming too much. His dick slowly pushed into my pink entrance which made me shut my eyes tightly. It was only the head that was inside, but it was enough to make me flinch in pain and cry out.

  Tears started leaking from my eyes. “I’m sorry, Emma. Just a little more, alright?” he asked as he removed his hand from my hips and wiped the tears that were escaping my eyes. I opened my eyes and stared into Elijah’s icy eyes that made me feel secure like he wouldn’t ever hurt me.

  He quickly shoved the rest into me, like he wanted to be as brief with this as possible. I screamed out in pain, and as I stared into Elijah’s eyes, I saw regret reflecting in his eyes. My hands were gripping the bed sheets tightly as the pain only seemed to increase. I couldn’t but squirm beneath him almost like I was trying to escape the pain. Even when he appeared extremely guilty, I could see that he was holding back, and I knew that must be extremely difficult for him.

  I stopped my squirming and told him “You can move now.” The pain was still there, but it was bearable. He hesitated for a bit but then he started moving at a slow pace. He angled himself, so he was thrusting downwards, hitting a sensitive spot of mine. The pleasure was indescribable; it made my breath hitch and my mouth water. My hands released their hold on the bedsheets and flew towards Elijah’s strong shoulders.

  “Oh! Elijah…!” Even when I’m drowning in pleasure my stutter wouldn’t go away. My gasps had turned into pleasured moans as I bucked my hips as best as I can to meet his thrusts, tantalized. Wanting to feel it more as I longed for that beautiful, fleeting feeling. I leaned further into Elijah’s tantalizing touch as a chorus of sexy moans escaped my lips.

  Elijah sped up his pace, as my tight walls were squeezing his throbbing hard dick. The pleasure was once again building up, ready to explode. It was like he was lost in this pleasure as he began to pound into me harder and faster. He kept hitting that sensitive spot of mine that before I could even prepare myself the joy inside of me exploded, it was just for a second that I felt like his fire consumed me, but it was the most erotic experience I ever had. I screamed out his name as I rode out what seemed to be my very first orgasm.

  It wasn’t too long when Elijah’s thrusts became sloppy and exploded deep inside of me. Covered in a sheet of sweat, blood and panting, Elijah collapsed on top of me. I was too hungover with my pleasure to feel his actual weight. Even out of breath Elijah wrapped his arms around my body trapping me within his hold, not being able to move. He used my breasts like a pillow as he said breathlessly “Emma… I love you… please be mine.”

  Even when my body was exhausted, it managed to tense up in surprise from Elijah’s words. No one has ever said those words to me. Being in Elijah’s embrace felt right, and I didn’t ever want to leave it. I tried to get to know him more.

  I turned my gaze away from him as I felt my cheeks burning up, turning the same color as Elijah’s hair.

  “Okay,” I timidly told him.

  Chapter 8

  Elijah

  One week later…

  For the whole week, Emma and I have done nothing but stayed inside of my penthouse either cooking while getting to know each other or fucking each other’s brains out. It was a week I wish will never end, but sadly we both had work to get to. As I walked around work I suddenly felt a new sense of pride, Emma was finally mine.

  Of course, Everything was back to normal, except the part where Emma becomes mine completely. When I entered the office, I was quickly surrounded by my employees most of them were females, and as usual, Emma was in her cubicle working as hard as she can. I smiled at the sight of my beautiful Emma. I was about to walk off when one of my female employees threw her arms around my neck which caught me off guard.

  “Mr. Storm, where have you been all week? It’s been lonely here without you,” she purred into my ear which sent a disgusting shiver down my spine. It didn’t feel right if it isn’t with Emma. Another female employee grabbed my arm and tried dragging me elsewhere; they were all talking all at once when suddenly a loud crash echoed through the room.

  Everyone’s attention including my own was the source of the crash which happens to be Emma. She was standing up in her cubicle as we saw her empty mug shattered on the ground. Without another word or glance towards me, she stormed out of the office and into the break room. The women around me continued their talking when I quickly shrugged off their hold and chased after Emma in concern.

  When I walked into the breakroom, I noticed that Emma was standing still in the corner. I walked up to her and asked: “Are you alright, Emma?” But all she did was turned around to face me then turn her head again.

  What?

  She had a cute blush on her cheeks with a pout on her lips. She looked extremely adorable. “I’m fine now why don’t you go back to all those girls. It seemed like you were having fun,” she said as she folded her arms in front of her chest and refused to look me in the eye.

  Is she jealous?

  I smiled at her and asked, “Are you jealous?”

  “What are you talking about? No, I’m not,” she growled.

  Adorable.

  I closed the distance between us as I wrapped my arms around her ignoring her squirming. “I’m happy,” I whispered. “Yeah, you must be happy with all that women around you,” she quickly said.

  “No, I’m happy because you’re jealous. It makes me feel loved and cared for. Please be more jealous,” I told her. She finally pushed me away and angrily said: “I told you that I’m not jealous!” How can I ever get tired of this woman in front of me? I just couldn’t get enough of her.

  The only thing missing is to let the world know who she belongs to.

  I suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her outside the break room and into the office where people were still gathered around one another. “Everyone may I have your attention please!” I raised my voice. “Elijah, what are you doing?” she whispered harshly as her cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

  “This woman here, Emma Pierce is none other than my girlfriend,” I announced to everyone. Some people gasped while others cried out in sadness. “I just want to happily say that she’s love of my life and I will always love her,” I added.

  Everyone around clapped for us.

  “I never agreed to be your girlfriend,” she pointed out.

  I turned towards her with a smirk and said: “Then I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to agree to be my girlfriend.”

  “You never learn to give up, don’t you?” she asked as she averted her eyes with a smile on her face.

  “When it comes to you, Emma… never.”

  Staring down at Emma and seeing her smile, I couldn’t help but feel as the luckiest man on earth. I won’t ever give up on Emma because she’s my innocent kitten. Someone I will cherish, protect and love forever.

  If she doesn’t agree to be my girlfriend, then I would just have to seduce her all over again.

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  I wasn’t like other girls. He didn’t even know I existed.

  Nothing was ever the same. One mistake and I couldn’t live it down.

  His body was imprinted on my mind. It was hard to get to sleep.

  Working on cars is my passion. My world is about to crash into his.

  I can’t say anything. The fever to be with him is strong.

  Being alone with him is a mistake. It’s a mistake I want to make.

  Demetrious is a Greek god. I want to climb his mountain.

  She didn’t know. I couldn’t tell her. She was my sister’s best friend.

  Angela was like family. It was wrong to undress her with my eyes.

  How can I ask her for h
elp? Somebody on my crew is sabotaging my success.

  She would know what to look for. It’s an excuse to be near her.

  I want to feel her body succumb. I know it would be explosive.

  How can I betray my sister?

  Chapter one

  Angela

  My fingers were covered in grease with streaks of it down my face. Working on cars wasn’t exactly ladylike. It was my passion and something I shared with my father before he died. My best friend was appalled by my extracurricular activities. Shelley was always trying to make me more presentable to the opposite sex.

  “Everything you are saying to me is in a foreign language. I depend on the kindness of men to help me. Cars are in your wheelhouse. I know you need the money. Living here can’t be easy with the bills piling up.” She was the only one who knew of my financial hardships.

  The bank was breathing down my neck for the past year mortgage payments. I had no idea my father was phoning it in. There were just so many times somebody could hear the check was in the mail.

  “Changing your oil doesn’t exactly put a dent in what I owe. I could sell the place, but the very idea makes me feel like I’m dying a little inside.” The place had priceless memories and to lose it would’ve been like losing a piece of my soul.

  The candy red Mustang had been given to her by her father on your graduation. That was 10 years ago. I was primarily responsible for the upkeep and maintenance. It was a pleasure to hear the engine purr after I was done with it.

  “Angela, I want you to come over to dinner. The folks are away on an extended vacation. I need a buffer between myself and Demetrius. You have no idea what kind of mood he has been in lately. I didn’t tell you, but his latest adventure is in racing cars. He’s already causing some big waves with endorsement deals.” Demetrius was the one name I didn’t want to hear.

  The embarrassment was still fresh even after only two years. We had sworn each other to secrecy. Seeing him coming out of the shower was an eye-opening experience. He was five years older and the droplets of water on his body accentuated those muscles.

  “I have a lot to do around here. My father left a lot of projects unfinished. I can’t hire a handyman with limited funds.” I was trying to get out of going to dinner and staring at a body I had fantasized about.

  “I’m not taking no for an answer this time. All of this will be here after you get something to eat.” The garage was littered with old paint cans and pieces of wood in various shapes and sizes.

  “You have to get along with your brother. Sometimes it takes a bigger person to stand back with an unbiased view of the situation. It would be nice to talk to him about cars. None of the guys I have dated in the past have had any interest in what I do underneath the hood.” Sports were a common theme over dinner.

  “We’ve always been at odds trying to impress our parents. Competition is something we thrive on. It gives me a thrill to beat him on the basketball court. Games have always been something of a contention between us. I know something is bothering him. You might be the only one he will open up to.” I could think of a lot of other things I could be doing with him other than talking.

  My coveralls were holding in my obvious attributes. Without them, I was practically busting out all over the place. It did give me some unwanted attention in school.

  I never was the academic type. The garage my father owned was barely above water. I had some feelers out to see about selling the business. I had to find something more lucrative.

  “I will do what I can, but I’m not going to promise anything.” Demetrius was a blond hard bodied young man in the prime of his life.

  Seeing him in the buff had given me the unique insight to see him in my mind’s eye whenever I wanted to. Measuring him against all others had made for some fleeting moments. Those guys had no idea the bar was set high. How could they possibly expect to exceed my expectations?

  “I’ve been in the same room with the both of you. It’s like I’m not even there. I’m not complaining. It’s nice to see him smile from time to time. It’s been too long since you have been over. I know you’ve had other pressing matters to deal with. I can’t imagine what you have gone through dealing with your father’s illness.” He slowly declined, and I was there every step of the way until the end.

  I slid from underneath the hood on the dolly. I felt it necessary to hide what God blessed me with. I was pretty much a tomboy wearing baggy sweaters and tight fitting blue jeans.

  “It was a trying time, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the world. We had long conversations and enjoyed the time he had left. Thankfully, the pain was manageable, but the drugs were very expensive. I worked tirelessly day and night burning the candle at both ends to make ends meet.” It was a relief to see him find his peace.

  “I know the grief is still fresh. Two months isn’t nearly enough to get over something like that. You have to surround yourself with friends.” My blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail.

  My metabolism was running hot all the time. I could eat practically anything I wanted and not gain an ounce. I didn’t have to exercise, but I did jog to keep myself toned in all the right places. I had to smile at how the guys were trying to be subtle about looking at me and licking their lips.

  Their eyes were focused on my curves in a 5’5 and 135-pound package. I was like a human lie detector. There wasn’t anything a guy could say to get into my pants that had any sincerity. They were after one thing. I couldn’t blame them. I had the same affliction when it came to undressing them with my eyes.

  “These last couple of months proved to me that we only get one life to live. I have to start living for today and not tomorrow. I know the universe will provide.” I did meditate and it helped me to persevere during any trial.

  I washed my hands in soap and water watching the dirt and grease swirl down the drain. There was a small mirror in front of me. The reflection was of a woman who didn’t care about her appearance. It was the furthest thing from the truth.

  “I’ve been trying out a new recipe. You and my brother are going to be my Guinea pigs. I need something extraordinary to put on the menu at my restaurant.” Her flaming red hair was matched by her temperament.

  Her red hair was out of a bottle.

  Throwing fits and dishes had become a mainstay in her restaurant. It was all part of the show. It brought droves of people to see her Greek temper. Their heritage was steeped in family traditions dating back from one generation to the next. A Greek god had nothing over Demetrius.

  “I knew there had to be a reason why you wanted me to come over. This is your way of killing two birds with one stone.” Their parents were jet-setting philanthropists saving the world one displaced child at a time.

  “I hope this isn’t what you’re going to wear to dinner. Dig something out of your closet that is more appropriate. I’m sure I can convince Demetrius to dress to impress.” I was a sucker for a man in a tailored suit pressed to perfection without a wrinkle in sight.

  “That is something I would love to see.” The garage my father owned was closed due to a lack of business.

  I was doing off the book work for those of the neighborhood and whoever they were willing to send my way. My rates were more than reasonable. There were a few cars that made it worth my time to get out of bed in the morning. Shelley’s Mustang was one of them.

  “Clean yourself up and come over at 6:00 PM. Dinner will be served at seven.” I thought about the last time I had seen Demetrius and I had to fan away the excess heat in the room.

  “I’m sure I can find something to wear. I’m not a hermit. I don’t live in seclusion with 10 cats. There are moments I do like to socialize with a glass of wine and some good company.” I could listen to an engine and know exactly what was wrong with it in seconds.

  Men were still this mystery I hadn’t been able to solve. They very rarely said what they meant. Their moods were unpredictable. Arguing with them was an effort in futility. It was all
part of the game. I was out of practice.

  Seeing Demetrious would give me a chance to bone up on my flirting skills. I had to find something that was going to knock his socks off.

  Chapter 2

  Demetrious

  I was looking for answers in a sea of 10 faces. Handpicking my crew was a painstaking ordeal. I thought for sure they were above reproach. It was glaringly obvious one of them was playing fast and loose behind my back.

  “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? You don’t have the same skip in your step that you did a couple of months ago. I know we’ve had some problems to iron out.” The one time my car blew a gasket in the middle of a race was one thing.

  To have it happen four times with different things to push me to the back of the pack was sabotage. I was on the cusp of signing a deal with a multimillion dollar corporation. I couldn’t let anything jeopardize what had become my passion.

  “Peter, you have been with me from the very beginning. You can’t tell me it’s not concerning. This fire was the latest in a long line of accidents. It was lucking I was here to put it out” It was a good thing I had gone to the garage early. I couldn’t sleep.

  I ran my hand through my dark black hair. I pulled at the strands with this nervous energy surrounding me. My sister had called about having dinner with Angela. I thought I had gotten her out of my system. I wondered how I was going to react when I saw her.

  “Demetrious, you can’t lose your head over these things. You’ve had more than your fair share of accidents. Signing this deal will put all of that behind you.” He had unruly brown curls, but it was a perfect complement to his fuzzy beard.