He was not like her previous boss – the lecherous bald guy who tried to pounce on her at every opportunity. He was nowhere like him but he was letha.... He threatened her entire existence and she feared the way he was bent on having her. ‘Why?’ she thought to herself and sighed again. She hid her face in the crook of her arms and cuddled into herself. She had been ready to leave Xentrix but she doubted she was ready for Rylan. She doubted she would ever be ready for anyone or anything in her. I said, “Okay.”Leanne said, “They invited us to spend the weekend there with them.”I answered, “That sounds great, what time do you want to leave tomorrow. I'll be ready.”Shaking her head, Leanne said, “No sweetie, you're not invited. It's a couples weekend. Karla will be there with Jeff, Monica will be there with Mark and I'll be there with Randy. You won't fit in. Their house only has three bedrooms, there won't be any place for you to sleep and you'd be a fifth wheel.”“So you're my wife, but. She’d befuddled more than one man with her charms and bent him to her will as easily as shaping modeling clay and she must –must- get this cop to overlook her indiscretion.“Officer, I’m sure I was going just a teensy bit over the speed limit,” she cooed, “but no one was on the road. No harm was done. And I would be ever so grateful if we could just let bygones be bygones. Ever so grateful.”“Ma’am, I need you to turn around and put your hands on the hood and spread your legs.”Why, certainly,. "Deeper, now."I apparently didn't need the "now." He let my five-and-a-halfer slap to my stomach and put both hands around my waist, gripping me tightly in each mitt and pulled me close. His muscles tensed, veins actually surfacing as he lifted me from the bed, sheets clinging to my back with sweat, his eyes even tighter with strain but still open. On his knees on the bed and upright now, I caught his beet red face in my hands, feeling the burn of this red-blooded male power. He mashed his.