Club Eroticus

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja had expected a snide remark. A last laugh for Clay to spit at her as he walked away. Even a slap across her rouge-dusted cheeks wouldn’t have been surprising, for she knew she probably deserved it. But the the pressure of his kiss came without warning.

Knocked off balance, literally, by his aggression, Jorja grabbed hard at the railing to keep herself upright. His lips, demandingly engulfing hers, muffled her sharp screech of indignation at his blunt forwardness. Bent over backwards, the metal bar digging deep into her leather encased skin, she kicked at him viciously without effect, knowing full well he was her physical superior without a doubt.

Gasping under Clay’s unrelenting assault, she realized her panic wasn’t only caused by hand roughly grasping at the back of her neck, but at the revulsion she felt at the fact she might actually be enjoying this. She was the one he was supposed to be lusting over, not the other way around. One kiss, she thought, surely couldn't be enough to change one's opinion of a person entirely, could it?

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay easily blunted her kick, with the kind of shoes Jorja wore, it was almost impossible for her to get her balance as she lashed out at him.

Clay knew that his job was in jeopardy. If he was fired for this the chances of him getting another anywhere else in town was almost zero. Mr E. had influence. The fact is, he hadn't thought about any of these things when he kissed Jorja, he had just done it.

He pulled back thinking that he had met his goal of demonstrating to her that she wasn't always in control. What he didn't expect were two things. One, his own reaction. He actually liked kissing her roughly. She was like a live wire full of energy and a kind of crazed lust barely held in check.

The other thing that surprised him was her reaction. For the first time since he had known Jorja her eyes betrayed her true inner desires. She wanted him. Jorja had kept her head bent at the same angle as it was when he had forcibly kissed her. Seeing this brief opening in her defenses, Clay sprung into action kissing her hard again. This time, he let his big arms encircle her body as he crushed her up against him. Her large breasts firmly pressed to his chest...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Screaming at him one minute, letting him feel her up the next.

Had she fooled even herself with the way she felt about Clay?

This streak of indecision was not like her at all. Jorja tended to always know what she wanted and, in her conniving ways, go after it with tenacity. But he knocked her off balance in more ways than one.

Responding tentatively to his advances with a softening of her lips to his invading tongue, her mind flickered momentarily over the possibilities this situation held for her. Jorja could only imagine Mr. E’s reaction to finding Clay in such a compromising position - with one of his employees, none-the-less. In her former state of mind, she would have taken great pleasure to see the bouncer kicked unceremoniously out on his ass. But now she wasn’t sure if she was willing to sacrifice this heated moment just to get the last laugh.

There was something undeniably exciting about their tedious position on the cut glass steps, a few feet above the pulsing crowd, almost as if they were on display. And Jorja certainly enjoyed flaunting this fact to a certain few of the regular female patrons, with whom she was less than civil, who drooled constantly over the man who was now pinning her halfway over the railing.

 

[Eroticus]

OOC: I'm outta here until the 27th unless I can find a free computer. Candy, sorry to leave you hanging. I promise you a good finish when I return. The rest of you enjoy, particularly you Caly and Jorja. Happy Holidays.

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

When Jorja's tongue met his, Clay was pushed over the edge. Weeks of pent up anger and frustration with her just boiled over. His lust for her grew to gargantuan proportions as he held within his grasp the one woman in this entire Club that every single other red blooded male desired.

Clay was well aware that they were on display to the rest of the patrons. People were startled at first then seeing the two of them respond animal like to each other they began to get very turned on. People were staring. Good, let them. Somehow it only added to his growing excitement. Jorja loved being the center of attention and now she certainly was.

Clay bit Jorja's lip on purpose, a little blood trickled down her chin. This only added to the frenzy of his blatant wanton desires. Her hands turned into fists as she sought to gain control over Clay who was having none of that. Clay was rock hard now pressing against Jorja. Clay sensed she was at a crossroads. Either she was going to start screaming for help freeing herself from his attacks or she was going to give in to her own dark side. Which one it would be Clay had no idea ....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

OOC: Hope you have a great one, Eroticus. Never got a chance to pin you under the mistletoe...Maybe when you get back...

Jorja cursed under her breath as Clay nipped at her fiercely, drawing blood. The metallic taste, as if she had been sucking on pennies, filled her mouth as Clay drew her bottom lip between his, pulling roughly as he met her gaze. Between his weight resting painfully against her breasts and the hardness pushed firmly against her leather clad thigh she was left breathless, gasping to regain her composure.

Almost at a loss for words, she unclenched her hands and placed them on his chest, in a mix between an attempt to push him off her and an excuse to run her hands over his skin and muscles - she had always secretly wondered if he felt as good as it looked in those tight white shirts he wore. Licking her lips as he pulled away from her slightly, she let her eyes stray to the crowded dance floor, grinning wickedly as Zach flashed her a thumbs up from across the room.

"Holy shit, Clay. If I had known you could kiss even better than you argue, I wouldn't have waited this long."

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

OOC: Merry Christmas everyone. We'll miss you "Mr. E" but I promise to have the next installment ready for you when you return but not tonight. Too many commitments to stay online long.

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

It took a lot to surprise Clay, who had seen just about everything inside the Club and out. Jorja's words were the exception. She not only liked the sudden turn of events, she wanted him to kiss her again. Unbelievable. Jake was right after all. Clay swore he would never, ever doubt him again.

A few in the crowd around them were actually cheering, a smattering of applause went up from men and women alike. If there was anything that both Clay and Jorja had in common it was they enjoyed being the center of attention. Hamming it up, Clay held Jorja's hand and led her to the wide bottom of the stairs. Clay bowed at the waist as Jorja curtsied. They looked like two Shakespearian actors taking their richly deserved curtain calls after a bravura performance as the leads in Romeo and Juliet .

Walking off together, Clay leaned over and whispered -

" Exit, stage right. Where to now, Jorja? I don't believe we are finished with what we started" ...

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

I felt as though I had fallen into a dreamworld of pleasure, my lust driving all rational thought from me. His manner was possessive, purposeful but most importantly to me skillful. Knowing little of the art of passion, only the physical basicness of it, his touch was electrifying. As the fabric fell from my breasts, he stepped back to survey the latest subject of his kingdom, caressing my arms, then reaching for my breasts. His touch sent hot licks of flame coarsing through me, making my nipples tingle in delight, deepening the feeling as he began pushing and pulling on them.

I fell further into the dreamlike state as his hand moved tantalizingly down my abdomen, reaching under the almost nonexistent fabric covering my pubic mound. His fingers stole into the warmth moisture sending shock waves deep within me as he teased his way deeper. I inhaled sharply as he touched a wonderfully sensationful area, then groaned aloud as a sharp pinch came to my breast. I had never before experienced such pleasure. I began bucking into him, feeling on the verge of something undreamed of when he withdrew. I wanted to cry out "NO" but kept silent knowing my body was broadcasting the very message I kept within. I reached out a hand to him as he stepped back.

Suddenly buttons were flying as his shirt fairly flew from his chest. What a magnificent, powerful chest, downy soft hair curling invitingly over the rippling muscles. I yearned to run my fingers through them. Then just as suddently his pants fell to the floor and I gasped at the sight of him. Nothing in my prior experience had prepared me for this moment as my lust grew gazing on his manhood. He was not yet fully erect and I knew that once he was, he would be most impressive indeed.

I could not take my eyes from his huge member as he strode toward me. My nipples were fully erect and the moisture was hot and plentiful between my legs. I expected to be thrown to the floor, all caution thrown to the wind as he ravaged me but instead he reached for me, lovingly caressed my brow and cheeks down to my shoulders and pushed down.

I quickly looked up at his face, doubt crossing my own, but saw a determination that could not be argued with. My hands slid down his chest to his hips as I knelt before the now fully erect rod swaying before my face. My lust grew yet repulsed me. He had seen my reaction to the couple on the monitor and what she was doing to her partner and had correctly guessed that it had touched a deeper part of me, a yearning not even guessed at previously.

I let one hand slide to the bulge below the shaft and caressed it, feeling the soft hairs, slowly gliding my hand up, encircling my fingers around the elongated mass. The girth was frightening to me but yet beckoned to me. I had absolutely no experience with anything of this sort and was afraid he would laugh at my feeble attempts. I gazed up at him as my hand explored its length and bulk. His eyes were encouraging me, his tongue licking his full lips.

I tried to remember what the woman on the monitor had been doing but could only remember what looked like a mouth dancing on a lollipop. I saw moisture collecting at the tip and brought my other hand to it, a finger collecting the liquid, raising it to my lips. I tasted it and was pleasantly surprised at the saltiness. The sensation of something so forbidden heightened the lust that had continued to grow within me.

Eroticus' hands had begun pushing on my head, and I almost panicked but lowered it and allowed my tongue to touch the tip. I had never felt anything so soft. I kissed it and ran my tongue around the edge, all the while marveling in the touch of my hands running the length of it. I tentatively inserted more into my mouth, my tongue rolling around it as I instinctively began sucking. I withdrew my mouth and lowered it to the base, licking the shaft down, then to the side and licking up to the tip, once again engulfing the end in my mouth.

My loins were on fire and my breasts were tingling. I was very slowly moving when he suddenly pushed mightily down on my head, causing me to gag. I couldn't believe I could take in so much. I was frightened, not knowing where to take this, wanting to please but not knowing how.

I quickened the pace, sucking my lips around the shaft, pistoning up and down. I removed my mouth, slurping up and down the shaft leaving traces of lipstick as I looked up at him. The lusty look on his face made me groan in pleasure as I allowed my virgin mouth to once again be entered, his hips rocking backward and forward to me as I grabbed his buttocks and squeezed...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

Jake was rather quiet and didn't say much, she wondered why? But said nothing. Her break time was over, she needed to get back on the floor.
"Enjoy your meal Jake" She smiled a little and walked back out.
Picking up her tray and bank, she went back to work with a fury.

She watched as couples around the club started losing their inhabitions, and became more and more aroused. (She missed the scene with Clay and Jorja) She was friendly and smiled to all those she met. She sat and chatted a few here and there. Even danced another dance with some guy.

She caught a glimpse of the couple behind the speaker, but said nothing. She almost was tempted to ask the girl sucking that guy's cock if she wanted a chaser with that. But didn't, though she laughed at the idea. Could you imagine asking someone that?? She giggled again and went to get drink refills with Eve.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja chuckled lowly as Clay fell into step behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist possessively. Occasionally slowing purposely to bump into him as she strutted across the dance floor, he slipped his hands into the tight leather of her front pockets. Tossing her hair over his shoulder so that it brushed across his face, she made her way to the employee lounge. Opening the door quietly, she found Jake there, interestingly enough with a Penthouse open on the chair next to him.

Turning to make a hasty exit from the occupied room, she grabbed a copy of the latest note from Mr. E. that was neatly thumb tacked to the bulletin board. Scanning it quickly, she smirked at the rules. This was the last place most people would think of having employees that were governed by a strict set of rules and morals, but Mr. E. ran a classy place and it kept things from getting too out of hand.

Moving to where the hallway made a sharp turn, out of sight from the dance floor, Jorja leaned against the wall, one heeled foot pressed flat against the plaster, stretching the leather of her floods where they bent at the knees. Reading in a smoky voice, she glanced up at Clay for his approval, a wicked grin on her lips.

“Rule 3. My only rule with respect to behavior is to be discreet. You may have noticed activity at the club that occasionally raises eyebrows. As long as no one is hurt and it doesn't get out of hand we let the guests enjoy themselves. ”

“Discreet enough for you?”

 

[bombast]

Greg

OOC: I am a 36 year old semi-successful film producer, having made several small art-house films in both Hollywood and New York City. I'm 5-10, 180 pounds, and i keep my weight constant through stress, not through working out. I'm not out of shape, but I wouldn't run the marathon tomorrow. I dress mostly in black tshirts, jeans, doc martins (remnants from my punk teen years), and a leather jacket. This is my uniform at work and at play. I look nice ina tuxedo, but wear one only to award shows. I usually travel with an entourage, and going out has always been just an extension of work. Someone always wants something from me, money, a job, a film made, a script read. I want to come to this club in order to relax. I come alone.

IC: I walk through the door, I was a bit intimidated by the bouncer, but then I always am. Men who take care of themselves that way always intimidate me. They have a life and they respect their bodies. But that's ok. I look around. I like the song I hear pumping through the sound system, and I see the dance floor filled.

A bit unsure of myself -- hey, I'm alone here, I have no assistants telling me who to talk to, where to go -- I stand still for a few moments. Myeyes adjust to the beauty that is this club, and I slowly make my way over to the bar. I find an empty stool toward the interior of the club, and I sit. Thirsty, I order a seltzer with lime (mere alcohol does not thrill me at all). I see beautiful waitresses in tight black dresses, a gorgeous woman talking to a bouncer, and several single men and women floating around the club. I also notice people pairing up and heading toward dark places in the club. No wonder my assistant likes this place. She's the one who told me about it.

I decide I'm going to sit here for a while. I don't want to talk to anyone, or rather, I want to, but I don't know how to just walk up to someone and say hello. That's never been my strong suit. I get my drink, turn sideways on the stool, and just people watch for a while.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She glanced around the room, mostly people were dancing and making out. This would give her time to sit and relax. She headed back to the bar and set her tray down. She caught Eve's eye, "Can I get a glass, big glass, of ice water. Please?" Eve nodded and got her the drink.

She saw Clay and Jorja go off into the darkness of the club, she wondered if there was going to be sparks or fists. She smiled brightly, she loved this place. Always intense and unexpected things happened constantly. She turned around in her stool and looked up to the upper half of the club.

Mr. E's blinds were lowered, someone was up in his office. She would have to talk to him later, perhaps once closing time came around. Her foot moved to the beat as she sat there relaxing, her eyes constantly scanning the room for whatever was needed.

She turned back around and smiled a friendly smile at the guy next to her, and went back to drinking her water. "Eve, I'm going to sit here a spell, would you put my tray under the bar for me?"
She nodded and put the tray ad bank away. Now Nicole was free to move around a little and explore this place.

She had noticed the sexual tensions in the air as the night went on. It was getting hard to ignore the natural cry around her. She was curious to have some fun, but did not think she would ever go that far. Merely explore around and see what was up. She got a refill on her ice water, and sat back watching the mirror behind the bar, actaully looking at herself in the reflextion.

 

[bombast]

Greg

I finally feel a bit more comfortable, and I see a waitress, without a tray, without any customers, walking around. It looks to me like she is checking out the other patrons at the bar, and I wonder is she sees me, and what she thinks. Feeling a bit, well, bold, I try to make eye contact with her and wave her over.

She doesn't seem to be looking at me, but I've got a while. She seems to be looking at a cute girl toward the end of the bar. Wow. She does look great -- tall, pretty, athletic. Then my eyes wander some more, and I see more and more couples pairing off and going to the deeper recesses of the club. I can only guess what they are doing.

My assistant told me it's a great date place, and that she has made out "and more" she said. I thought at the time she was exaggerating, but perhaps not.

God, that waitress is cute. I keep trying to get her over. I have a half-full drink, but I seem to be getting thirstier and thirstier.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She walked around for a few minutes, watching the couples neck, and grope on each other on the dance floor. Smiling she turned back to the bar, and slowly walked back. She needed another glass of ice water, it was hot in here.
She saw him wave her over. Perhaps he needed something? She walked over and smiled, customers were always right motto in head.
"Hello there, can I help you?"

 

[bombast]

Greg

She was heading my way. I felt myself blush a little. What will I say, what will I say? My stomach was a bit ... tingly ... how odd this was. I am so used to having people do what I say -- from getting me coffee to moving men and materielle from location to location to providing financing for one of my projects.

And yet, here I am, almost speechless, and to a waitress, for god's sake, a person to whom giving a simple drink order should come out as naturally as breathing. I had a feeling I wanted more than just a cocktail. I saw her in her little black dress, her heels, the hair out of her face ... she seemed to be smiling at me as she walked over.

But she's a waitress, of course she's smiling, it's her job. But no, that smile seemed more than that. God, who knows? She's here...ok...

"Hi ... uh ... jeez this place is hopping. Can you suggest a decent non-alcoholic drink? I am so tired of seltzer this and seltzer that..."

Brilliant. Great opening line. I mentally kick myself in the shins over and over. What I wanted to say was ... I saw you talking to another customer for a while. Can you and I get a booth somehere to chat? But no...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She stood before him smiling a little.
"You're new here aren't you?" Obvious question, but ice breaker, poor guy looked like he wanted to flee the place.
"Well to be honest, I don't drink alcohol. So my sugestion would be something simple. Coke, water, orange juice, ice tea??" She glanced around, the bar was getting crowded again.
"Would you like to find a booth perhaps, less crowded? Might help you relax a little?" She leaned towards him her voice dropping a little so not everyone would hear, "I noticed you are rather out of sorts a little? And the staff here, myself included, would be glad to help you relax."
She wondered briefly if that came out wrong? She smiled and sat back. She looked over her shoulder to Eve. She had her hands full with the demand at her bar.She held out her hand to the gentleman beside her, "My name is Nicole, and you are?"

 

[bombast]

Greg


(OOC: I am ... totally late for a meeting!)

IC:

Do this. It's very simple.

I reach out and take her hand. Soft.

"Hi, I'm Greg. And yeah, I am definitely new hear. But I heard about this place from my assistant who comes here all the time."

A booth? Is she asking me to go to a booth with her? To help me relax? Fuck yeah, what am I? Stupid?

"Yeah...I guess a coke would be great."

Her eyes are so twinkly...what is she thinking?

"I do need to relax. I had a terrible day. Does it show?"

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay followed Jorja content with watching her walk in front of him. The side to side movement of her buns made Clay happy to be just where he was. The stop and go nature of her walk just served to make Clay laugh, he loved being played in such an obvious yet seductive manner. Just to let her know this ploy was working, Clay deliberately walked into her sweet ass whenever she paused. In the employee lounge he saw Jake who was oblivious to the rest of the world.

When Jorja began reading the Club's rules in that sultry-two-octaves-too-low voice Clay's attention was fully riveted on her.

"... Discrete enough for you?" Clay looked up and down the empty hall one last time. Not a soul in sight. Just looking at her, one foot flat on the wall coyly waiting, moved him to action.

Clay moved forward, kissing Jorja again, allowing both hands to cradle her ass as he did so. Pulling her to him Clay ground against her, hips moving slowly as he made his desire clear. Clay lifted Jorja off the ground causing her to wrap her legs around him. He embraced her - feeling the weight of her on his chest. Their tongues enmeshed, he held her for long minutes before needing to breathe. Jorja moved her arms up around his neck.

Their's would not be a romantic type of lovemaking. It would be fierce and passionate like two trains colliding in the night. The slight taste of blood lingering in her mouth reminded Clay of that.

The band struck up a rendition of " I've Got You Under my Skin" Perfect timing. Pinning her against the wall, Clay placed both his hands on Jorja's front ribs and slid his hands under her blouse. Her warm breasts were calling his name ...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

occ: Well get going! lol

IC: She turned to the bar, "Eve two cokes please!" She called out her order and waited. Within seconds their coke's were there.
"Nice to meet you Greg, Let's go" She guided him up the stairs, to the corner. Mason had left already with the leggy blonde, so she took their booth. It was in the furthest corner away from everyone. Only places to see them was from Mr E's office and the bar. Since no one else was up there at that moment, this would do nicely.
She slid into the booth and sat back. "Well I hope your assistant gave this place a five star rating? This is only my second night here, and I already love the place. It's a little more risque than I am, but it's good for the soul. Please sit, I have all the time in the world to chat, or at least until quitting time." She smiled, her gaze warm and friendly. She had let her eyes roam up and down his frame as they walked up stairs, he was nicely put together. From what she could see. He seemed to be friendly enough, even though he was a little unsure in this place. She wondered why?
"Do you get out often? You seem a little lost tonight, like you aren't usually out to places like this?"

 

[TygerEyez]

Sara

Seeing that the young teenager wasn't saying anything, I mouthed a shocked "okay" and took a sip from my Long Island Iced Tea. I had been hoping to see Mr. E, the owner himself.

Life on the weekends was too quiet, and I'd heard someone mention an opening for a part-time waitress. From my place at the bar, I noticed Nicole and another man sitting at a booth. Maybe since I was always here after work, she wouldn't mind pointing me to Eroticus. I bit my lip, not wanting to disturb but...

Quickly, I grabbed my drink and hurried over to them.

"Excuse me," I said softly, touching Nicole's arm. "I hate to interrupt, but have you seen Mr. E, Nicole? I heard there was an opening for a waitress here...."

My eyes flicked to the gentleman, and I felt my eyes go slightly wider. Oh, jeez. My boss!

"Greg?!"

ooc: bombast, I apologize for butting in, and if you'd rather not allow me to take the part of your assistant, I'll understand and edit this post right away. It's up to you.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

bump

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

“Wait…”

Jorja hissed at him in a commanding tone, giving Clay a sharp look as his hands crept higher, unlacing her top with surprising dexterity. Slowly her thin-lipped seriousness melted into a full-bodied smirk, she thought she had caught a look of apprehension in his eyes. Like a little boy getting caught stealing the cookies from the cookie jar.

“…just makin sure you’ll still respect me in the morning.”

She laughed lightly, wrapping her hands around his neck and roughly pulling his lips to her open mouth. Tilting her head back against the wall and letting him practically slide his tongue down her throat, she tightened her grip on his waist.

Pulling eagerly at his pants as he rocked his weight forward to press against her, Jorja tore at the button and zipper before being rewarded with bare skin. Her hands, still cool from working with the ice and chilled bottles, sent a noticeable shiver through him as she slide her fingers against his hot skin. Shifting subtly to the loud music coming from the nearby band, her fingers worked lower in a frustratingly slow route, until she moaned against his lips in delight as she reached what she had been searching for.

 

[bombast]

Greg

Where's she taking me? I thought. She handed me a coke, and just grabbed my hand...

Now I'm here, here where I saw others fading off to. I'm sitting next to her and she's just smiling at me. What a smile, too. This woman is gorgeous. And here I was thinking that the only beautiful people at a club were supposed to be its patrons, but apparently this place is something different.

"I have heard good things about this place." I told her about my assistant, who recommended it to me, and how she comes here almost every night after work.

"I am a bit, I don't know, anxious, nervous, I guess. I mean, I'm no prude either... and Sara, my assistant, she's told me a lot about this place, but even in her telling, maybe because she didn't want to let on, it was never painted like this. It seems so...hedonistic? Maybe that's not the right word. No, it is. And it seemed that the rest of my day was going like shit. Contracts lost, not signed, whatever. People wanting more money. I'm working on this project with actors from New York and LA, and of course, both sets want the film to be shot wherever they live, and each set is making outrageous demands if it isn't...

"Am I babbling? I'm sorry ... I am a bit nervous. You have beautiful eyes."

And she did. In the darkness of the booth, when she smiled, her teeth and her eyes gleamed in the reflected light. I felt safe here, a bit protected, maybe a bit watched over even. I felt as if nothing bad was going to happen here, and that all the other crap I was worried about ... well, it was going to still be around later. I couldn't solve any of that now. Or who knows? Maybe ... oh my god, I haven't even asked her name yet ...

Just as I was about to, I saw the person I least expected to see. She told me she wasn't going to be here tonight. I feel a little flushed. Thank god it's dark...

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY


Jorja became playful and wanton at the same time, an irresistable combination in any woman but in Jorja - well let's just say that wars have been fought for lesser things.

As Jorja struggled with his zipper in the heat of her passion, Clay had no such trouble unlacing her top and being rewarded by the twin treasures which lay underneath. His hands found their prizes at the same instant she found him. Totally different sensations assaulted Clay. Jorja's breasts were large, yet warm firm and supple to the touch. More than a handful, and clearly much more than a mouthful with slightly upturned nipples not coincidentally pointing up at Clay's mouth. Poster material for the perfect breasts, Clay mused.

The band struck up a Buffet classic "Two tickets to paradise" . How appropriate. People milled past either end of the corridor, one fool even stopping in disbelief at what she saw. Clay's glare sent her scuttling off in fright.

Jorja's hands were another matter. Deliberate in their movements Jorja was extracting maximum pleasure from Clay with her slow pace. Chilly hands finally found him, the sensation evoking a powerful reaction. His heat began to melt the chill from her hands as they grasped him tightly. Unable to restrain himself, Clay bent down and fully engulfed her left breast in his mouth...