His Every Touch [The Complete Series] by Harriet Lovelace

cheerleader / prom queen any time and any way he wanted.

But even as those thoughts ran through his mind, he
couldn't stop himself from thinking about how good it felt to just have his
arms around her, to feel her flesh against his. No kink, no sex, just holding.
He couldn't quit seeing the little glimpses of light he'd stolen over the
years. The way she smiled up at the sun when she stepped outside on a beautiful
summer day. The way her eyes lit up when she laughed. The fire on her face when
someone she loved was wrong.

Then there was the way she said his name, sometimes
so full of anger that he didn't think she could ever care about him, but other
times, with a softness that gripped his heart. He didn't think there was a more
beautiful sound in all the world than when she cried out his name when he made
her climax. Certainly there was nothing more beautiful than her face when she
came. Just that sight alone was enough to make him hard.

Vance opened his eyes again. He didn't know what to
do. Didn't know what he even wanted anymore. In a cruel twist of irony, just as
Courtney had begun to trust him, he no longer trusted himself.
     

Book Four
     
    The
knots in her stomach were part anticipation, part anxiety. For twenty-seven
year-old Courtney Bell, the sensation wasn't new. In fact, it seemed to have
been her constant state since she stepped into the office of Asgard CEO Vance
Forster for her yearly review. Today, however, the cause wasn't the gorgeous,
complex thirty-one year-old she'd been having kinky sex with for the past two
weeks. Today it was because she was going to confess, for the first time, just
what she'd been doing. She pulled her Corolla into a tight parking
spot between two minivans at the LaGuardia airport. The skies were clear and
bright, and although it seemed to have a calming effect on the pigeons atop
their perches, it didn’t help to relax her. As she strolled across the terminal
to the baggage claim area, her mind was a jumble of images. Just thinking about her activities over the
past few days made her heart beat faster, brought a slickness between her
thighs that made her flush. It would have made her panties damp, except she
wasn't wearing any. That had been part of her punishment for coming without
permission the previous night. Well, that and the puffy purple stripes on her
ass. The other reason her ass ached hadn't been a punishment but it still made
sitting an issue. She wasn't looking forward to the hour long drive from the
airport to her house, most of which would probably be spent in traffic. At
least Vance had agreed to let her wear an ankle-length peasant skirt to the
airport, though he said that was more because he didn't want anyone else
benefitting from her state of undress than any regard for how she felt. She'd
learned the hard way that pants weren't the best thing to wear without
underwear when she was aroused. She could still hear Vance's voice in her ear
as they left the bathroom. “ No jacket. You get to walk out there with
the crotch of your pants wet with my cum and your juices. Maybe next time,
you'll take my suggestion not to wear pale gray slacks seriously.” She'd been embarrassed enough that they'd
fucked in the men's bathroom at one of the most prestigious restaurants in
town; the fact that the evidence of their tryst was evidenced in a darker spot
of cloth between her legs just made it that much worse. As she walked past the
accusing eyes of half a dozen elderly women and the admiring gazes of their
equally elderly husbands, she'd been almost as horrified by her lack of shame
as she was by what she was doing. Part of her, though not a large part, was
excited, and that had somehow been the worst thing of all. “Courtney!” Courtney barely had time to react before a
tall, slender redhead crashed into her with open arms. Maggie Black was
Courtney's oldest friend and the only person with whom Courtney was ready to
share. “Mags.” Courtney couldn't help but