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stroked out and in again. Slowly. And again. She started to relax and the apprehension in her eyes turned to desire.
He continued filling her, his cock stroking her deeply. She moaned, clinging to his shoulders. Pleasure vibrated through him and the look of absolute bliss on her face filled him with jubilance. He thrust deeply now, loving her moans of pleasure.
“Oh, Kane, it feels so good. I…” She gasped. “Oh, God, I…”
Then she moaned, her face glowing in pleasure.
He thrust deep into her body, riding her hard as she gasped and trilled. Heat flooded his groin and he tensed, then groaned as he erupted inside her.
He kept pumping as she rode the wave of pleasure, watching her face in blissful abandon.
She was so beautiful.
Finally they collapsed on the bed together. He rolled to his side and pulled her close, her soft body tight against him.
That had been phenomenal. But, fuck, he couldn’t believe he’d just taken her virginity. That had never been part of the plan.
Present
“Things seemed to be going pretty well, until I told her about the partnership. That’s when she bolted,” Kane explained to Will.
Will picked up his coffee again and leaned back in the leather chair.
“I would imagine. So why don’t you think it’s over?”
“I told her not to be rash and suggested we meet at Hades tomorrow evening.”
Will’s eyebrow rose. “Do you think she will?”
Kane shrugged. “She wants this pretty badly. But you’re right, that may not be enough. So, I’m going to ask you for a favor.”
* * *
River picked up the tall cocktail the waitress placed in front of her and sucked on the straw. The frozen mango-berry was sweet and delicious and she knew she had to pace herself or she’d drink the whole thing in five minutes.
“Tell me. Why are we sitting here instead of at Hades where the opportunity of a lifetime is waiting for you?” Tia took a sip of her Mango Tango.
“I don’t want to sell my soul for a business opportunity.”
“Are you worried because you think he’ll expect sex from you?”
River poked her straw up and down in the fruity slush. “I know he will.”
Tia grinned. “Is he good-looking?”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“Well … He’s good-looking. Rich. What’s the problem?”
“You think I should prostitute myself to get my business going?”
Tia giggled. “You’re being way too serious. You guys dated in college. You were obviously attracted to him. Now he wants to start it up again. It’s not like he’s some stranger forcing you into something. It sounds like he seriously wants things to work between you.”
River glared at her friend. “How would you know? You weren’t there.”
Tia shrugged. “The romantic in me, I guess.”
River stared at her drink. “You don’t know. What happened between us…” She shook her head, her cheeks flushing.
“You’re right, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
River’s chest constricted. She didn’t want to talk about something so painful.
Tia took River’s hand and squeezed it. “I mean it, Riv. Tell me about it. Help me understand.”
River compressed her lips, and then sucked in a deep breath. “We were different people. He was the well-dressed, clearly-has-money rich kid who had all the right friends and connections and had his whole future mapped out. I was the mess. Crazy hair. Crazy clothes. Trashy family. Hardly any friends.”
Tia grinned. “You still dress a little crazy.”
“Crazy’s a harsh word,” River said defensively.
She actually wore a simple black dress tonight, but she glanced down at the black high heels she wore, a little self-consciously. She’d taken a silver Sharpie and drawn an intricate design on them to give them some pizzazz. And the same on her clutch purse so it would match. She wore a beaded necklace. She’d dyed the beads herself—various shades of blue to green—and woven them together to create a multicolored coil with a teardrop crystal hanging from the end, and a tassel of beads below that.
Tia patted her hand. “You know what I mean. And you know that I love your look. And your nail polish.” She lifted River’s hand and admired her nails. “I’m loving the turquoise!” She arched an eyebrow. “You know I’m still waiting for my bottle of Tia Wanna polish that you promised me. I mean, it’s named after me, so it’s really cruel of you to make me wait so long.”
River laughed. “I’ll be getting my supplies next week and I’ll make it for you then. I promise.”
Tia Wanna wasn’t part of the collections she’d done for the