Tonya fidgeted in her chair, and squeezed her legs hard while she flipped the page in the paperback she held. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she imagined herself in the place of the heroine, tied up and naked on a bed while the hero gave her the ultimate pleasure. The hero’s thick cock slid over the heroine’s clit when suddenly Tonya’s doorbell rang.

“Damn it.” Pulled out of the moment, Tonya tossed the book aside, unfolded her legs, and went to see who had rudely interrupted the closest she’d come to sex in several months. It had better not be any residual trick-or-treaters. Her light had been turned off after she ran out of candy thirty minutes ago.

The bell rang again.

“Hold on,” she yelled reaching for the handle. “Who is...ohh!”

She came close to swallowing her tongue as she let her eyes roam over the gorgeous specimen of a man that stood in her doorway. Her fingers itched to tame the unruly curly dark hair that seemed to have had his fingers ran through it several times. Something he did when he was deep in thought. He had a strong face with prominent cheekbones, a bold nose and a lush full mouth. His eyes were deep-set and mysterious glossy black. He looked like he’d come over straight after work for he still had on his scrubs.



“Trick or Treat?” Kellen said with a smile.

“What are you doing?” Tonya swallowed hard struggling not to laugh or pass out. Kellen Emerson was her older brother’s sexy best friend, and much too old to be out scrounging for candy.

“I said Trick or Treat.” He licked his kissable lips as he moved forward. “So, do you have some candy?”

“Sorry, Kellen. Halloween isn’t until tomorrow.” She laughed, shook her head, and moved aside for him to enter.

“Do you always invite men into your home this time of night?”

Tonya raised her brow and sent him an impish wink. “Only attractive men bent on bad things.” Flirting with Kellen was innate. It was well known that they had the hots for each other. Even though her brother was okay with the idea of the two of them getting together, neither of them ever acted on it.

Closing the door, Tonya took a deep breath and resigned to ignore her feelings, again.

She looked up to dark, tired eyes, Kellen’s expression less playful.

“Are you on your way home?”

“No.”

Her heart sped up. “Oh. Were you too tired to make it all the way home?”


Kellen had crashed on her couch on occasion if he was too tired to make it home after a very tiring shift. She turned to go find his customary blanket and pillow, when his next words stopped her.


“No. I stopped by to see you.”

She turned to face him, not bothering to hide her confusion. “Why?”

He stepped closer. “Because there is something between us that we both have been dancing around for a while now, and I don’t know about you, but I can’t do it any longer.”

Tonya’s eyes grew large when his hand captured her neck. “Oh my God,” she whispered before his lips came down on hers. Incredulity and desire spread quickly throughout her body. One swipe of his tongue and her lips parted, urging him in.

Is this really happening? He backed her up against the door. His body pressed against hers, holding her captive. His stiff erection throbbed against her knotted stomach. Their kiss deepened.

He broke away, moving to explore her neck with his tongue.

“Oh, Kellen. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why?”

“You know why.” But her hands tugged at his clothes, searching for skin.

“Lyndon gave us consent long ago.” His hand slid up her shirt, rounded over her naked breast and teased her taunt nipple.

“But...”

He silenced her with a kiss. Her knees buckled and pussy throbbed.

Backing away briefly he said, “If you don’t want me—this, then I’ll leave. But Lyndon has nothing to do with us.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Kellen.”

His lips curled up into a cocky grin. “Then what are we waiting for?”

All of the reasons for holding back vanished. Tonya reached up and pulled him close, her hips pressed into his.

Kellen laughed, picked her up while her legs encircled his waist. They stumbled onto her bedroom and fell to the bed. She spread her hands over his hips and gripped his firm ass. He felt so damn good, better than she’d imagined.

His fingers fumbled with the zipper of her jeans, while she pulled his shirt off. Kellen moved away long enough to shed his pants and boxers. His cock, full and ready, caught her eye. Tonya kicked away the last of her clothing and reached for him. Her fingers stroked his length.

“Damn, Kellen. How did we say no to this for as long as we have?”

“It doesn’t matter. Saying no is a thing of the past.” Her hands tightened around him in response and he growled, thrusting his hips against her fist, jaw clenched. “I won’t last long if you continue that,” he warned.

Smiling, she stoked him harder. He cursed, took her hands in his and pinned them above her head. “Leave them there,” he demanded.

Gripping the headboard, she left her body exposed to his stare.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She squirmed. “Please, Kellen. I need you inside of me now. I have waited long enough.”

“Shh. We have plenty of time. Neither of us is going anywhere.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave a firm pull.

Desire rushed between her legs, she ached with need. “Please,” she begged. “We can go slow next time.”

He laughed and slid his hand over her mound before plunging a finger inside. She quivered around him wanting more.

Her hand slid from the headboard. He captured it and put it back. “Don’t make me tie you up.”

The thought had her creaming all over his hand. She moaned, shivering as her heated expression met his.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything with you, Kellen.”

His fingers stroked her inflamed clit until she thought she’d go mad. “Damn it, Kellen. If you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll be the one tying you up.”

“Easy, Tonya,” he coxed with words as he moved in position between her legs.

She arched in anticipation. “I’ve waited two years for you. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Her breath held as iInch by every magnificent inch he took her, filled her until she gasped. He pulled back and thrust again, reaching. Unable to hold the headboard any longer, Tonya pulled him closer and ground against him, his cock impaling her further. Like a rubber band stretched tight, pressure built into an explosive orgasm. Each pass over her sex with his brought her closer until she came on an earth-shattering scream. Kellen followed, before collapsing, breathless.

They came back to earth, their bodies sated.

“Two years was a long time to wait,” Tonya murmured against his shoulder.

“I won’t make you wait that long again.”

“I hope not,” she chided. “I expect to do this a few more times before the night is over.”


He chuckled low in his throat. “What’s the rush? I’m not going anywhere.”

She trailed a finger down his chest. “I know, but we have two years to make up for and I would like to get started as soon as possible.”