PROLOGUE
Kammille
was trying not to draw attention to how anxious she was the weekly meeting she
attended at the Chamber of Commerce to be over. She usually looked forward to
them because it gave her a chance to network and get the name out about her growing
catering business. It also got her out of the house these days.
Since
her breakup almost a year ago with the man she just knew she was going to
marry, she’d focused on little else but business, rarely leaving the house
unless it was to attend a business event, or go for a quick run around her
neighborhood or in the park close to her home.
But
ever since she’d returned from Miami a few days ago, flashes of how thoroughly
she’d been ravaged by the handsome sports agent conquered her every waking
second. His tongue had been like a human vibrator, thrusting in and out of her
so expertly it had made her bones go numb when she exploded in orgasm after
orgasm.
He’d
been such a masterful maestro over her body, granting Kammille her every wish –
and then some. His hands molded her body like clay, knowing just where to touch
to make her whimper, moan … and beg. Yes, she’d begged. Begged to be licked
here, sucked there, driven into harder, held longer. Pride had gone the way of
her panties and the rest of her normal inhibitions – away, away and away.
Where? She didn’t know and she hadn’t cared for those precious hours she’d been
in his arms.
When
her business partner – and best friend, Liza – had inquired about how her short
trip was, Kammille had turned in an Oscar-winning performance, responding, “I
spent most of my time in bed.” Not so much as a smirk or a smile had even
flitted across her features.
“Good,”
Liza sighed. “You’ve been working like a madwoman since things went south with
Omar. Even though your trip was cut short, I’m glad you at least got a change
of scenery. Hopefully it gave you some space to reflect on the way things
turned out with him so you can get on with the business of moving on.”
“Oh,
it did. It definitely did. You’ve been right all along, a getaway was exactly
what I needed, even though it was a quickie,” Kammille agreed.
What
she didn’t say was the time away had nothing to do with putting things
into perspective with her ex, but how she’d spent that time – and with whom.
But it would remain her little secret. Even though things had taken an
unexpected turn after their night of passion and she was embarrassed to admit
it – even to herself -- she didn’t regret it. Her only misgiving was that she’d
never look into those cool grey eyes again. She shouldn’t even want to after
the way he’d treated her after, but lord help her, she did.
Forget
him Kammille ,
she berated herself for the umpteenth time since returning from Miami. You’ll
never see him again – and you should be thanking your lucky stars for that!
But
fate was a cunning witch. She always had different plans.
Chapter
1
Kammille
kicked off her shoes as she entered the massive foyer of her home. She’d often
thought about selling it and moving into the belly of Atlanta where all the
action was. The house was way too spacious for one person, and it she was the
only single woman living in the neighborhood – the only one. All the
other 49 homes that made up the small, upper-middle class subdivision were
occupied by regular, every day families; almost all of them with school-aged
children. There were two retired couples and one gay couple – and even they had
kids.
If
she’d known how things were going to turn out with her ex-fiancé, Omar, she
never would have bought the house. They’d bought it “together” ostensibly, but
because his credit hadn’t been the best, they’d decided to put it in her name
only to get a better interest rate.
Looking
back, she saw how fortuitous it was on one hand – there was no property to
split once they split. But on the
Kammille
was trying not to draw attention to how anxious she was the weekly meeting she
attended at the Chamber of Commerce to be over. She usually looked forward to
them because it gave her a chance to network and get the name out about her growing
catering business. It also got her out of the house these days.
Since
her breakup almost a year ago with the man she just knew she was going to
marry, she’d focused on little else but business, rarely leaving the house
unless it was to attend a business event, or go for a quick run around her
neighborhood or in the park close to her home.
But
ever since she’d returned from Miami a few days ago, flashes of how thoroughly
she’d been ravaged by the handsome sports agent conquered her every waking
second. His tongue had been like a human vibrator, thrusting in and out of her
so expertly it had made her bones go numb when she exploded in orgasm after
orgasm.
He’d
been such a masterful maestro over her body, granting Kammille her every wish –
and then some. His hands molded her body like clay, knowing just where to touch
to make her whimper, moan … and beg. Yes, she’d begged. Begged to be licked
here, sucked there, driven into harder, held longer. Pride had gone the way of
her panties and the rest of her normal inhibitions – away, away and away.
Where? She didn’t know and she hadn’t cared for those precious hours she’d been
in his arms.
When
her business partner – and best friend, Liza – had inquired about how her short
trip was, Kammille had turned in an Oscar-winning performance, responding, “I
spent most of my time in bed.” Not so much as a smirk or a smile had even
flitted across her features.
“Good,”
Liza sighed. “You’ve been working like a madwoman since things went south with
Omar. Even though your trip was cut short, I’m glad you at least got a change
of scenery. Hopefully it gave you some space to reflect on the way things
turned out with him so you can get on with the business of moving on.”
“Oh,
it did. It definitely did. You’ve been right all along, a getaway was exactly
what I needed, even though it was a quickie,” Kammille agreed.
What
she didn’t say was the time away had nothing to do with putting things
into perspective with her ex, but how she’d spent that time – and with whom.
But it would remain her little secret. Even though things had taken an
unexpected turn after their night of passion and she was embarrassed to admit
it – even to herself -- she didn’t regret it. Her only misgiving was that she’d
never look into those cool grey eyes again. She shouldn’t even want to after
the way he’d treated her after, but lord help her, she did.
Forget
him Kammille ,
she berated herself for the umpteenth time since returning from Miami. You’ll
never see him again – and you should be thanking your lucky stars for that!
But
fate was a cunning witch. She always had different plans.
Chapter
1
Kammille
kicked off her shoes as she entered the massive foyer of her home. She’d often
thought about selling it and moving into the belly of Atlanta where all the
action was. The house was way too spacious for one person, and it she was the
only single woman living in the neighborhood – the only one. All the
other 49 homes that made up the small, upper-middle class subdivision were
occupied by regular, every day families; almost all of them with school-aged
children. There were two retired couples and one gay couple – and even they had
kids.
If
she’d known how things were going to turn out with her ex-fiancé, Omar, she
never would have bought the house. They’d bought it “together” ostensibly, but
because his credit hadn’t been the best, they’d decided to put it in her name
only to get a better interest rate.
Looking
back, she saw how fortuitous it was on one hand – there was no property to
split once they split. But on the
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