The Seduction Of Laurel - The Sisterhood Book 1

An eBook By Christine Calnin.

Just as I figured, there was a man at the end of the bar. Ironically, he was watching when I noticed him. A funny thought entered my mind:

just saved myself $100.

It was obvious that this man wanted me as much as I wanted him. I smiled seductively and leaned heavily on the bar, hoping he would get a good shot of my ample cleavage. He beckoned the bartender and ordered a drink for me, never removing his eyes from mine. I raised my glass to him in a gesture of thanks and sipped it slowly. I ate the cherry with relish and that was all it took for him to make his way over to me.

"Hi," he said. "My name is Michael. ...and you are?"

"It doesn't matter," I said. "Names mean nothing when you look at me like that, Michael." He took my hand and raised it to his lips.

"Touche," said my lover-to-be. He was a year or two younger than my thirty years, but that only added to the excitement that was coursing through my veins to my most intimate parts.

This man was downright breathtaking with dark hair that fell in a rakish manner over his brown eyes which sparkled with his desire. He smiled with full lips and straight white teeth.

I excused myself for a moment and told Geri I was leaving with a friend. She was so busy screaming and doing the bump and grind with another dancer; she waved me off as if I were a bothersome fly.

"See you tomorrow," I yelled over the primal beat of the strippers' music. She waved me off again. I made my way back to Michael who was waiting less than patiently for me at the bar.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Are you?" I smiled and winked. That was the last of our conversation for the night. I followed him in my car to a hotel on the east side of town. Anticipation mounted as I drove. I couldn't believe how I felt. I was sexy and wanton, dirty and perverted. I loved every second of it.

He pulled into the hotel and I waited for him outside of my car as he registered. He came out of the office with a key and waved it in front of my face. He turned and I followed him to room 19.

Funny, so many room numbers followed after that first night. I never tried or cared to remember any others, but I still remember room 19. The first time.

The curtains were open and the small room was lit by the harsh streetlights. Michael turned on the small bedside table lamp. At that moment I was experiencing a multitude of different feelings and none of them was guilt. I put my purse and coat on the chair and just stood there. I wasn't sure what to do next, but I had a feeling this man would show me.

He put his hands on my face and kissed me. It was the first time in a very long time that I had kissed a man other than my husband and this kiss was well worth the wait.

His hands moved down and he gently lifted the straps of my dress and slid them off my shoulders. The dress fell to the floor in a heap and I nearly lost control. We kissed passionately as I furiously unbuttoned his shirt, almost ripping it in the process. I rubbed myself against him and felt his hardness. He backed me up to the dresser and lifted me to sit on the edge. He pulled off my shoes and stockings as he kissed me. His lips then blazed a trail down to my breasts and belly and further yet. His mouth brought me pleasure like I have never known and it was all I could do not to scream, don't stop!

After he had tortured my body and senses until I thought I would faint, he entered me savagely. I had never felt anything so depraved, but so utterly fantastic in all my life. He was large and beautifully curved and felt as though he had been hard for hours.

I wrapped my legs around his muscular back and he lifted me from the edge of the dresser, carrying me while still moving inside of me, to the bed. I clung to him, digging my nails into his back as he turned and knelt down on the bed. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and he moved faster and harder until I could no longer control myself. I cried out as we climaxed together.

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