What The Heart Desires (4 page)

“Why are you standing there gazing at me as if you have never seen a man before? Aren’t you here to give me a lap dance?” There was that hint of arrogance I suspected was hiding beneath that cool exterior.

“It’s not that and yes that’s why I’m here and my only reason for being here is to give you a lap dance.”

“Do you know what I want?” His gaze bore into me.

“Yes,” I answered with my lips twitching.

“Well? Do you want more money?” I just realized that it was him that had given me that envelope containing five thousand new bills. And because of that and the fact that he wasn’t drunk this time, he deserved the best lap dance I could give him. It’s sort of a thank you lap dance. Now to figure out how to do this, and what are the rules. I should have done my research before I came here. Maybe Googled lap dance to see what is expected.

Moving close to him, touching his shoulder, locking eyes with him, his blues overpowered my browns. I blinked and lowered my head. “The money was enough.”

When I sat on his lap facing him, I could feel the electricity flow through me. I could feel the desire of him wanting and needing the warmth from my body. He held me gently around my waist as I leaned into him, my breasts touching his face and my behind grinding away on his pulsating penis. The feeling of it hard and strong and flexing in his pants made me hot and moist. I was carried away with his intense eyes focused on me as I moved around on his lap.

I put my arms around his neck and his face pressed against my throat, and his breath was ragged as he opened his mouth against my skin and whispered, “This is your first time giving a lap dance. Shouldn’t you face the other way?” I tried to lift my body to climb off of him and he whispered into my ear, “No. Don’t move. I need this. Keep going and don’t stop.”

Getting into his rhythm was easy because it appeared that our bodies were made for each other and waiting for each other. I placed my hands on his hard legs as he rested and clinched my thighs, then his hands eased to my butt cheeks. At first he massaged them in a circle gently but then he griped them and I raised my head looking into his eyes.

Our eyes never left each other as he flexed his lower body into mine and I gyrated in a circle on his hot hard throbbing cock. “I’m ready to come,” he says to me. “Get up. We can’t do this here. Would you go with me back to my apartment?”

“I can’t,” I say breathing hard and standing looking down at him.

“Why not? You are the second working girl I’ve propositioned and she has refused me. What is wrong with me?” he questions his voice flaring. “The last one said that she had problems with her boyfriend, and she couldn’t have sex with me. Now what’s your story?” he says laughing. “You are the first woman I’ve been able to get hard for since losing my fiancé, and now I can’t get you to even go home with me.”

“I will hold you responsible if I never fuck a woman again,” he says pulling me down on his lap and holding me close to him and looking down into my cleavage.

“Why not your fiancée? Don’t you hold her responsible for something?”

“That’s because I was rejected by two black women. One was a working girl and now a stripper. This has really got me fucked up.”

“Maybe you need to see a psychiatrist. I’m turning you down and I didn’t know how to give a lap dance because I’m not really a stripper.” He raises his head and a sexy smile crosses his face.

“That’s what the prostitute said. Then tell me, what are you exactly? Are you at least a woman?”

I chuckled. I hadn’t smile since last week. At least he could make me laugh.

“I’m more woman than that fiancée of yours,” I shot back. “I don’t go around fucking my future husband’s best friend.”

He glances at me and angles his head to the side and snaps his fingers. “I recognize that voice, those eyes and how could I forget that turned up full lip. What the fuck are you doing here in my life again? I wanted to fuck you when you first got in my car. I lied and said I couldn’t get hard, but I believed you when you said you weren’t a working girl. Now I find you in here giving me a lap dance but you don’t want to go home with me? What’s going on with you? And what is it about me that you don’t find appealing?”

“It’s not you it’s me. It’s a long story,” I say to him.

“Get your clothes. I can take you home and you can tell me all about it, or, you can decide to go with me to my apartment and then tell me all about you. You’ve got my interest peaked,” he says smiling with a bold stare.

“Well, why are you standing there? Do you want me to take you home?” I shook my head
yes.
He took off his jacket. “First I meet you and you look like a banker but you are walking the street like a prostitute, and now you look like a prostitute and you will probably tell me you are a banker.”

Evan walked over to me, placed his jacket over my shoulder. “Get your things and I’ll wait for you in my limo. I hope by then you’ve decided you want to come home with me.”

The End

Of

Part 1:  What The Heart Desires

What the Heart Wants Part 2

What The Heart Needs Part 3

Thank you for buying and reading my books and please leave a review. Below is a list of my erotica and erotic romance books. Following is an excerpt from Chapter 1 of: Mine To Possess and a list of my books. At the end of each book is an excerpt from one of my books.

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Mine To Possess Part 1

I
graduated high school with a scholarship to the University of California Berkeley and that’s where I met my best friend, Susan Belgrave. She is a pretty blond about five feet two and a size zero, with a great sense of humor, and she recognized how unprepared I was my first year on campus.

In jeopardy of losing my scholarship, I turned to her for help and she did the best she could to tutor me. I had no ear for foreign languages and in a few days I had to pass a test that I knew would signal the end of my scholarship, and the end of my time at this university.

Susan spoke fluent Spanish and I couldn’t speak it to save my life. I did manage a few phrases, but not enough to stand before a class with a professor who thought Spanish should be the state language. I was hopeless and if I didn’t pass my finals, I would have to get a job just to get my passage back to Texas. “Whoever heard of a Texan not speaking Spanish?” Professor Hernandez said in Spanish to me as I pleaded with him to give me more time.

Walking out of the lab, I see Susan conversing with her boyfriend Carlos who happens to be from Mexico. “How did you do?” She asked after taking a breather from kissing Carlos. He pulled her close to him as if a bed was near and they could fall into it.

“I flunked the course.” But I wasn’t sure she heard me with Carlos almost swallowing her tongue. Susan pushed him away from her, and he stomped off, not before slapping her on the butt because he couldn’t get his way. I never knew who controlled whom. The hot Spaniard or Susan with the cool no nonsense appearance.

“Don’t be so pessimistic. You have no right to be. You have a great family and there’s no pressure on you, unlike me. You have room to fail.” Susan had told me her story. That of having a young father and her mother dying early of cancer. Her father having to raise her when he was only eighteen. He had sent her to live with his parents until he graduated from college and she had lived with him ever since both grandparents died.

But she was sent off to boarding schools and proceeded to get in trouble and rebel against him.

“If I lose this scholarship, I will have to pay for college, and I can’t afford to stay here or go back home.” Susan put her arms around me and I wiped away a tear pooling in my eyes. “I want to stay in San Francisco and I want to graduate from college.”

“I tell you what,” Susan says with a glow in her eyes. She looks at me with a curious and thoughtful glance and a secretive smile. “You can come home with me. My father is rich and he can give you a job. I’m going to Mexico to meet Carlos and his family, and I don’t want my father to know or check on me. You can distract him for me.”

“I don’t know. How can I distract him?” I question, and I see her eyes shift around and her mind is working.

“It will turn out fine, don’t worry, I’ll help you and you can help me.”

“Do you think it will work, me distracting him and with what?”

“Sure. All you need to do is muddy the waters when he discovers I’m not where he thinks I am.” Muddy the waters could mean anything, I think. I’m looking at her more confused than ever.

“It may not be easy with a man of his age. What do I know about distracting a well-educated man thirty-something man? What would I talk about with him?” I say to her.

“My father is a rich, good looking man, who works all the time. He hasn’t dated a woman or a young woman since he was eighteen. And I doubt if he slept with one since then. I don’t know how he could fit a woman in given his work and travel schedule. And when he’s not working, he’s dealing with me and I’ve been a handful,” she says smiling.

“He’s been trying to keep me out of trouble since he was a young father. He thinks he owes it to me not to marry anyone. Hell, he’s thirty-six, he should be getting some. I’m not going to spend my life being just his daughter.”

“And you want me to do what?” I say to her as she whispers in my ear, the F word, to keep the students standing near us from hearing her.

I act as if I’m slow, and I don’t know what she’s talking about.

“I don’t think I can do it.” She glances at me with a tight smile and tilts her head to the side.

“You’re a woman, you’re hot and you’re young. Carlos said if he wasn’t with me, he would have tapped you when he first saw you.” I roll my eyes. Carlos? Not in a million years. He wasn’t my type. I try to reason with Susan but she’s desperate to get some freedom from her controlling domineering father.

She would throw me and her father under a bus with him lying on top of me, as the bus rolled over us, just to be with Carlos. 

“He’s too matured for me to distract him with you know what,” I say to her. “What you want me to do is use my womanly wilds. Well, I don’t have any. I’m still a virgin, and if he wants to kiss me, I kiss like a girl, not a woman. He’s just too old to be seduced.”

“You can learn how to kiss. I bet he can teach you. Trust me. I know my father and he’s the right age to fall for a young hot woman who has never been plucked.” Susan is surprising me every day. Her vocabulary is expanding in the wrong direction.

“I want to understand this properly. Are you saying you want me to sleep with your father?” I question over and over because something hasn’t sunk into my brains.

“If I may say myself, my father is hot. You know how many women would kill to get in his pants. You just have to do this for a few months. We will iron out all the details later.”

The End of

Chapter 1 of Mine To Possess (Part 1)

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What The Heart Wants 2

What The Heart Needs 3

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Swept Away Part 2

Swept Away Part 3

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A Nanny for the Billionaire

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Bad Boys

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