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  “I can’t get enough of you” he whispers against my mouth. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” I comply without any hesitation, wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel his cock poking at my entrance as he sucks on my neck. The anticipation is too much, “Fuck me Liam” I beg.

  He puts a hand on each of my thighs, spreading me wide to fit him. When he plunges into my wet heat my eyelids snap shut. The pleasure is so amazing. He fucks me hard and quick. The showerhead sprays hot water over my bouncing breast, down to my clit. The heat of the water over my most sensitive area and Liam pounding into my pussy bring me over the edge quickly. Liam swallows my screams with a deep kiss following me with his climax as my pussy continues to milk him.

  My legs glide down his hip and I grip his shoulders to steady myself. I lean against the wall as he pulls out and steps out the shower handing me a towel. As he walks away I realize he didn’t use a condom. Thank god I’m on the pill but I’m definitely going to have to discuss this with him. From what I hear from Lucas about Liam and judging from his incredible bedroom skills, we defiantly need to talk health risks. I’ve never slept with anyone unprotected, not even Lucas. He tried to get me to lose the condoms but I wouldn’t budge. Last thing I need is to add a baby to this unstable relationship we share. I’m pretty strict about condoms, so I’m internally kicking myself for this fuck-up. I rush to the room, grab my dress and quickly dress before he joins me.

  I gape as he strides out of his walk in closet totally naked, rubbing the towel over his hair. A couple words come to mind. Greek God. Adonis. Michelangelo’s David.

  Wait scratch that one David’s package has nothing on Liam’s. Even at ease it’s still large enough to make all the men I’ve been with envious.

  “I’ll wait for you in the living room” I have a serious weakness for that man’s body and I need to put some distance between us so I can think straight. The living room in the penthouse-like apartment gives off amazing views of Chicago’s skyline. The furniture was a bit impersonal, like something in a hotel but the open kitchen off to the left is spectacular. The dark marble countertops on the island have seating facing the stove and large rooftop patio. I pride myself on my little remodeled kitchen in my condo but it had nothing on this kitchen. I walk through the kitchen to the sliding glass doors that lead to a roof top patio and step out. I notice were up pretty high and steer clear from the edge. As long as I don’t look down I’ll be fine. I hear a buzzing in my purse and I know before looking, it’s Lucas.

  “Hey” I answer nervously.

  “Hey I…um I was wondering if it would be alright to take you to breakfast. We can talk about what happen yesterday.”

  “Lucas I can’t. I told you last night this wasn’t working out for me. Just give me a little space and we’ll talk later. I don’t think I’ll be coming in today.”

  “Oh” he sighed. “Are you alright?”

  “Don’t worry about me I’m fine.” I end the call feeling like a dirty slut. How could I sleep with the man’s worst enemy? He’s been my only family for years. My lifeline. My safety net.

  “Was that Lucas?” Liam asks, startling me. My body jerks in his direction, he’s leaning against the doorframe watching me intently. Just as dangerously sexy in dark wash jeans that ride low on his hips, a plain dark grey t-shirt and black boots. This man is going to be a huge distraction in my life.

  “Yeah, let’s go” I say as I walk past him back into the penthouse. I go straight to the elevator press the button repeatedly, as if it will get here faster the more I press the already lit button. I’m not even sure why am I letting him pressure me to stay? I should leave before this situation gets any more complicated.

  After a totally silent ride down the elevator, Liam takes my hand and leads me through MADD Pulse, the club we met in last night then through a door leading to a restaurant kitchen. The staff greets him as we pass. He briefly greets them then leads me through another door into MADD Steakhouse, a very popular restaurant that Lucas and I usually avoid.

  He nods at the hostess and leads us to a booth in the back and slides in next to me. I glance at him and ask, “Can you sit on the other side?”

  “Why would I want to do that?” From his shocked expression I can tell women don’t usually push him away.

  “We need to talk and I can’t concentrate with you so close.” The corner of his lip lifts slightly, enjoying the affect he has on me; he shakes his head as he gets up and slides in across from me.

  The waiter silently approaches us and places an array of dishes on our table. There are eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, orange juice and fresh fruit. He walks away with an “Enjoy your meal”.

  “What?” he ask when he sees my shocked expression. He begins piling food on his plate.

  “We didn’t even order”

  “They know what I like, and I like my privacy. I don’t need a waiter constantly attending to me.”

  “You own this restaurant?” I ask.

  He nods his head nonchalantly.

  “I’m guessing that’s the reason Lucas refuses to come here.”

  He shrugs “Eat” he demands. He’s obviously as uncomfortable with the Lucas issue as I am.

  I grab the bowl of fruit and nibble at a couple pieces.

  “So I think you should know I’m on the pill. That last time in the shower we didn’t use anything.” I try to throw in casually.

  He shrugs again, “I take a test every three months, had one last week and I’m clean if that’s why you’re so nervous.”

  “I’m not nervous; I haven’t been with anyone beside Lucas in a while and we're always safe.” I say watching his face contort in disgust.

  “Why are you fucking with that prick anyway?” he snaps.

  “Lucas is my best friend, I’m not going to sit here and listen to some guy I just met put him down.” I answer getting up from the table. He doesn’t make a move to stop me. I know its better this way but I can’t stop myself from looking back as I walk out the door. He continues eating, disinterested in my dramatic departure.

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  As I step into my condo I can smell fried bacon in the air. I’m not at all surprised to see Lucas in my kitchen. Two places have already been set at my island bar and Lucas is sitting with his back facing me, his forehead resting on his steepled hands. Our crazy friend/lover relationship is wearing him down as much as it does me. In college we were inseparable but I never allowed our relationship get past that friendship line. Deep down I always knew Lucas was not for me.

  We spent so much time together most of the guys on campus thought I was taken. I even went so far as to let him sleep in my bed knowing his feelings for me were much more than anything I felt for him. The rock hard erection rubbing against my ass when he slept over left me no doubt about his attraction. He would wake up in the mornings rubbing on my breast and grinding against me and I would pull away. I never meant to lead him on but I enjoyed his friendship and clung to it. Even if I were capable of loving him the way he wants me to I knew I would hurt him.

  Through the years he became my only family, taking me home for thanksgiving and Christmas, never questioning me about my unmentioned family. By our third year his dad started talking about the wedding we could have after graduation. Wedding dresses and champagne toast as tempting to me as a casket with roses on it. Dread raced through my veins just thinking of a life strapped down to Lucas and a couple kids. Kids? Ha, how fucked-up would I be as a mother?

  Our last year on campus I actually convinced this cute sorority guy that Lucas was my friend and we began dating, if that’s what you can call it. I was never serious about Charles I was mostly using him to get Lucas to back off. He was getting very persistent and his depressed moods every time I turned him down worried me. I was hoping he would move on and we could remain friends.

  Charles was hot in the preppy kind of way and I lusted after him like crazy. I wanted to do things to him that would blow his mind but he didn’t like the way Lu
cas clung to me so I had to get Lucas to back off quickly. I never expected Lucas reaction to my new relationship with Charles to be so hostile. He refused to talk to me for weeks after I told him he could no longer sleep in my bed. His irritated glare would follow me as I moved around the classes we had together. Then he started dating Amber Williamson. Campus cheerleader, Vice President of her sorority and all around spoilt princess. She had made most of my college career miserable.

  She had always wanted Lucas since freshman year but he was too engrossed in me to even notice her. His boyish good looks, hard body and fuzzy low cut brown hair had most girls on campus checking him out. When he smiled a single dimple appeared on his right cheek and his blue eyes would sparkle.

  He would stroll around campus with Amber completely ignoring me and what I felt in my stomach was a lot like what I thought jealousy would feel like, having never experienced jealousy before that time. Her triumphant smiles as they strolled past me would bring on an urge to bash her head in.

  The last week before winter break Charles invited me to a party at his sorority house and I was excited. The first frat party I went to freshman year was ruined by Amber and her sorority sisters. I went on a three year boycott of all things frat that night walking to my dorm drenched from hair to shoes in beer foam.

  That night at the party with Charles, everything started out amazingly. We walked through campus hand in hand laughing and joking. He never left my side at the party; he knew how nervous I was about these things. When Amber showed up wrapped around Lucas, Charles immediately sensed my tension and pulled me to the dance floor. We danced and drank for what felt like hours.

  Amber was dry humping Lucas up against a wall when Charles dragged me up to his room. He tossed me onto his mattress and took me fast and furiously. All thoughts of the party and Lucas vanished from my mind from the force of my orgasm. I’ve always had a love for sex, it’s just the attachments and commitments I hate or if I’m honest with myself-fear. Charles was great but he was a means to an end. I would never belong to anyone. It’s one of the main reasons I never fucked Lucas. I love him too much to hurt him the way I know I’m capable of.

  Lucas may have been able to keep all the boys on campus away from me but that doesn’t mean I abstained for all those years. I would occasionally hangout with my roommate and her friends. When we would hit the off campus clubs I almost always found a hit. You see, my drug of choice is sex. I love the rush that runs through my body when I have a beautiful man on his knees licking the cream from my pussy. The power he exerts to find his release within me, excites me.

  Over the years I slept with countless men. Unfamiliar faces who hold a piece of my broken soul, in exchange for a hit of their addictive rock hard manhood. From very early on I understood the power I held over men with my ‘awe-inspiring beauty’ as my dad would tell me. His constant praise of my beauty caused a huge rift in my relationship with my mother. She had always been the most beautiful woman in every room and she resented my beauty outshining hers.

  That night after pulling myself from under a passed out Charles and throwing on my cloths, I stepped out of the room only to be confronted by a furious Lucas.

  “What the fuck Isabella!!” he screams grabbing me by the shoulders and pushing me up against the wall. Shocked, does not describe how I felt. I’d never seen Lucas so angry. His hands shook as he caressed my cheek. He presses his body against mine and whispers into my ears, “I love you so fucking much. What does he have that I don’t Izzy? You keep hurting me and I can’t take this shit anymore.” I’m speechless as he sobs on my shoulder, his tears dampening the strap of my dress. I run my hand through his hair, soothing him as his tremors subside.

  “Take me home” I tell him.

  We ride to my place in an uneasy silence; none of us wanting to talk about what transpired at that party. He quietly follows me to my room where he stands awkwardly at the door looking lost and unsure where he stands with me. I pull him in and slowly strip him down to his dark grey boxers. I guide him to the bed while I shower Charles scent off my body and return to the bed in v cut camisole and matching black g-string panties and wrap my arms around his sleeping form.

  When I wake in the morning, Lucas soft hands are rolling my nipples. The hard tips ache to be pinched. His hand slides down my navel resting over the edge of my panties, his erection pumping against my ass.

  “Please don’t reject me again Izzy.” He growls in my ear. “I need you so badly.” When I don’t respond he gets bold enough to slip his hand into my panties. He parts my lips and rolls my small wet bud between his fingers. I gasp as he pushes one finger deep in me. My hips circle and I ride his hand as he fingers me. This is when I made my first mistake, letting Lucas think he had me, that I would be his. I should’ve said no but I was tired of fighting him and I knew this would mean the world to him.

  He unexpectedly flips me onto my back and rips my panties off my body. The aggressive move turns me on and I attack his boxers and get them off as quickly as possible. I reach up and grab his face and shove my tongue into his mouth. He pulls back and says, “I don’t want to hurt you, we’ll take it slowly.” But I don’t want it slow, I want it hard. I want to fuck like animals and come screaming so loud my voice is hoarse but he has no idea who I really am, or the crazy sexual exploits I partake in so I hold my thoughts in.

  He slowly worships my body with his hands and mouth. When he finally penetrates me he takes me like a porcelain doll that need to be handled with care. I love him for wanting to treat me as more than I am but it cools off my arousal. I roll him over and enjoy the power I have over him as I ride him to a joint climax.

  We’ve been an official couple since then, if you can call it that. We break up every couple months, in the last five years I’ve broken up with Luc fifteen times. Agreeing to come to Chicago to work at his father’s company was a big mistake. I’m beginning to feel that the only way Luc can get over me is to be as far away from me as possible.

  He has no idea about the guys I’ve slept with since we’ve been together but sometimes I need to let loose and let the tigress in me out. Last year I decided I wasn’t going to continue to cheat on Luc with the excuse that we were broken up. He would be devastated if he knew what I’ve done.

  I even began seeing a head shrink. I call my psychiatrist that because I think I pay Dr. Katz to shrink my head, to push out all my deplorable behavior till nothings left but the angel Luc wants me to be. It might have been working too. I haven’t slept with another man in over a year.

  Until Liam Maddox walked into my life.

  Just the thought of that man scares me. No man has ever held any power over me but that man has the power to make me grovel at his feet just for a taste of his cock in my mouth.

  The amount of animosity that runs between him and Lucas means my little tryst with Liam will come back to haunt me. Having sex with your adversary’s girlfriend is one hell of a hand to hold. A man like Liam is sure to use this card to trump Luc and I’ll be royally fucked. Literally and figuratively.

  Walking into my condo, seeing Luc with his head bowed, deep in thought I know I’m hurting him. I just don’t know how to stop without hurting him more or worst yet, losing him as a friend.

  “Hey,” I say my voice trembling.

  He looks up at me, his eyes slowly taking in my night club clothes and my disheveled hair. The looks of disgust I received during my walk of shame home not much different from the look in Luc’s eye as realization sets in.

  “You spent the night out,” he gasps, panic setting in on his face.

  “Lucas I told you yesterday I needed some space.” I say avoiding his question, “This is not space.”

  “Were you with another man? Is he the reason you all of a sudden need space?” he screams his anger arising.

  “This is about you and me, no one else. We’ve been doing this back and forth thing for years Luc.” I approach him and caress his face. He always looks so boyishly vulnerable when he thi
nks he’s going to lose me. “You’ll always be the number one man in my life but I’m not good at relationships. I want us to take some time and be friends like we used to. Everything was so easy then and I want that back with you.”

  His frown remains on his face but I know he’ll relent, “If that’s what you need, you know I’ll do anything for you. Just promise me you won’t leave me.”

  “I won’t leave you Luc, you’re all I’ve had for years. You know how much I love you.” I pull him into my arms and hold him until I feel the tension ease out of his body.

  Chapter 3

  Liam

  She walked out on me, I thought to myself when I realized Isabella Moss just breezed out of here like a hurricane, without a backwards glance at the destruction she’d left behind. How she managed to dig so deep under my skin in just one night is a mystery. I had to restrain myself from ordering her to stay.

  When I saw that I.D. and realized who she was I should’ve let her leave. I had a private investigator give me every ounce of information he could get on Lucas before I came to Chicago. If I’d known his ‘hot, unfaithful girlfriend’ as the investigator put it, was the woman I met last night I would have steered clear. Isabella Moss defiantly needed a strong man to keep her in check. She’s spinning out of control without even realizing the mess her life has become. My investigator had easily located a few men she’d slept with while portraying Lucas’ angelic girlfriend. Isabella wasn’t part of my plan, I saw her last night and the pull to have a taste of her was so strong I got sidetracked from my purpose here.

  There’s no way a prick like Lucas could keep a women like her in check. He had no idea of the other men she slept with behind his back. She hangs on Lucas’ arm like an angel, and then traipsed around the club like a bitch in heat last night. Lucas’ may worship her too much to keep her in line however once she fell into my bed; she practically signed her life over to me. Once I rid her of Lucas and gain controlling interest in Maddox-Fields, everything will be better than planned.