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What Reviewers Say About Ronica Black’s Work

In Too Deep

“In Too Deep, by newcomer Ronica Black, is emotional, hot,

gripping, raw, and a real turn-on from start to finish, with characters

you will fall in love with, root for, and never forget. A truly five star

novel, you will not want to miss…”— Midwest Book Review

“Ronica Black’s debut novel In Too Deep has everything from non-

stop action and intriguing well-developed characters to steamy

erotic love scenes. From the opening scenes where Black plunges

the reader headfirst into the story to the explosive unexpected

ending, In Too Deep has what it takes to rise to the top. Black has a

winner with In Too Deep, one that will keep the reader turning the

pages until the very last one.”— Independent Gay Writer

“Black’s characterization is skillful, and the sexual chemistry

surrounding the three major characters is palpable and definitely

hot-hot-hot…if you’re looking for a solid read with ample amounts

of eroticism and a red herring or two you’re sure to find In Too Deep

a satisfying read.”— L Word Literature

“…an exciting, page turning read, full of mystery, sex, and

suspense.”— MegaScene

“…a challenging murder mystery—sections of this mixed-genre

novel are hot, hot, hot. Black juggles the assorted elements of her first

book with assured pacing and estimable panache.”— Q Syndicate

Wild Abandon

“Black is a master at teasing the reader with her use of domination

and desire. Emotions pour endlessly from the pages, moving the plot

forward at a pace that never slows or gets dull. But Black doesn’t

stop there. She is intent on giving the reader more... Black’s first

novel In Too Deep is a finalist for a 2005 Lammy and for two GCLS

awards. With Wild Abandon the author continues her winning ways,

writing like a seasoned pro. This is one romance I will not soon

forget.”— Just About Write

“The sophomore novel by Ronica Black is hot, hot, hot.”— Books

to Watch Out For

“If you enjoy complex characters and passionate sex scenes, you’ll

love Wild Abandon.”—MegaScene

Hearts Aflame

“Sleek storytelling and terrific characters are the backbone of Ronica

Black’s third and best novel, Hearts Aflame. Prepare to hop on for

an emotional ride with this thrilling story of love in the outback…

Wonderful storytelling and rich characterization make this a high

recommendation.”— Lambda Book Report

“Hearts Aflame takes the reader on the rough and tumble ride…

The twists and turns of the plot engage the reader all the way to the

satisfying conclusion.”— Just About Write

Deeper

“This sequel to Ronica Black’s debut novel, In Too Deep, is an

electrifying thriller. The author’s development as a fine storyteller

shines with this tightly written story. …[The mystery] keeps the story

charged-never unraveling or leading us to a predictable conclusion.

More than once I gasped in surprise at the dark and twisted paths

this book took.”— Curve Magazine

Flesh and Bone

“Ronica Black handles a traditional range of lesbian fantasies with

gusto and sincerity. The reader wants to know these women as well

as they come to know each other. When Black’s characters ignore

their realistic fears to follow their passion, this reader admires their

chutzpah and cheers them on. …These stories make good bedtime

reading, and could lead to sweet dreams. Read them and see.”

— Erotica Revealed

The Seeker

“Ronica Black’s books just keep getting stronger and stronger. …

This is such a tightly written plot-driven novel that readers will find

themselves glued to the pages and ignoring phone calls. The Seeker

is a great read, with an exciting plot, great characters, and great

sex.”— Just About Write

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Conquest

Conquest

by

Ronica Black

2011

CONQUEST

© 2011 By RoniCa BlaCk. all Rights ReseRved.

ISBN 10: 1-60282-229-8

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Acknowledgments

Thank you, Bold Strokes Books, as always, for supporting me and

taking this book on. Thanks to my editor Cindy and to all those at

BSB behind the scenes, much love and gratitude to you all.

Dedication

For passion. For sex. For love. And always, for C.

Conquest

ChapteR one

What Jude Jaeger sought was simple. What she needed,

complicated. Woman. She had at least one a night,

sometimes two. And she gave them what no one else could or

would. The ability to scream, to beg, to cry. To come.

Making women come was her drug of choice and she was

so addicted it was like air to her now. She breathed it in and out

as she walked the dimly lit club to seek out another. The dark

walls pulsed around her, throbbing with the powerful industrial

beat. The music was there to encourage their heartbeats, to push

their adrenaline onward and forward, and to mask their cries of

pleasure. She felt like a hunting animal moving through it, with

no need for words. Heated glances, intense stares, and eager

touches sufficed.

She grew excited as she considered the night ahead. Would it

be another regular tonight, or would it be a virgin? She liked to call

them “pretenders of innocence,” and she could recall quite easily

what it had felt like when she’d been one not all that long ago.

She’d been shy and lanky, a young woman from a different

country, freshly slaughtered from her first and last relationship.

She needed a place to unwind, a place safe from things like

commitment, love, expectations, and emotion. And she was

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curious about things that were unspeakable to most. She’d lurked

there in the corner of the club one stormy night, her hair dripping

cold drops of rain onto her bare shoulders. She was hoping no one

would notice her but secretly dying inside for someone to. She

remembered the fear. The excitement. The quick onset of hot lust

as she’d openly watched two women nearly tear themselves apart

in a frenzy of fucking. What tiny morsel of innocence she’d had

at that moment had fled. It ran down her body like heavy water

and snaked right out the door. What replaced it was need. The

need to watch. The need to touch. The need to take.

Because no one was ever really innocent. Not there.

And the virgins came by the dozen. Men, women. Lots

of women. Curious, excited, anxious, aroused. Soccer moms,

housewives, business executives, and Bible school teachers. Jude

got them all, and they weren’t afraid to tell her all about their

lives, especially during the first few minutes when their nerves

were frayed and exposed and they weren’t sure what to do with

themselves. They’d talk and talk until she had them alone and

pressed up against the wall for a hot, long kiss. Then the subject

would shift to her. They’d want to know her name, where she was

from, was she married, how many women she’d had.

But names were dangerous and, for the most part,

meaningless. They were for places like the market or work or

saying hello to the next door neighbor. They weren’t for her. And

they weren’t for this place either.

She’d center their attention by kissing them long and hard

and staring deep into their eyes. She’d calmly tell them what

she wanted them to do. Then she’d help them by kissing their

trembling hands, tracing their inner wrists with her tongue, and

nibbling the delicate skin on their perfumed necks. They were

hers in seconds, burning fiercely aroused gazes into her eyes,

experiencing feelings many of them had never felt before.

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Those feelings were what kept them all returning to the dimly

lit club night after night, week after week. There was no better

place in which such desires could be carried out. Not homes, not

cars, not alleyways downtown. No. No other place would do as

well as this unassuming black building with its private rooms

and private doings. It contained them all, encouraged them all.

Providing them a protective shroud for the deeds they dared do.

Dirty little fantasies. Dirty little deeds.

But the place was quiet now. Darkness had yet to completely

settle outside. The evening sun still slanted lightly upon those

that were lingering nearby, spotlighting their every move. As

soon as the sun set, though, the lingerers would gravitate toward

the building, free to move in the fading light, throwing cautious

glances over their shoulders as they pushed through the door.

Jude pictured them as she stepped into her private room and

closed the door. Even though she’d arrived a little early tonight,

she didn’t have much time. Quickly, she slipped off her slacks,

blouse, and undergarments and folded them neatly. She put them

in her duffel bag and then pushed it under the large bed. Her

leather pants and vest were already laid out on the comforter,

awaiting her. They felt cool as she slid into them, the soft leather

lightly kissing her bare skin. She wanted to moan. The sensation

was arousing.

After holding her eyes closed briefly to refocus, she opened

them and took in the room. It was cozy but just spacious enough

not to feel stifling. Every detail of it was her doing, from the mirrors

on the ceiling to the different sources of light, to the well-stocked

dresser against the wall. As efficient as it was, she made sure it felt

warm and inviting as well. Women were all about ambience, and

they wanted to feel comfortable and safe. Her first time had been

in this room, but it had been cold and sterile, and when it became

hers she’d made a note then and there to change it.

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Her masculine cologne stung her neck in a long, cool spray

while she studied her reflection and then finger-styled her hair.

She flexed her jaw and noted the determined glint to her eyes.

Nothing else mattered now. Nothing but this place and this room

and those that she led into it.

Completely ready, she left the room to head toward the bar

for her nightly drink. Two men she was familiar with were already

seated there wearing leather attire, noses in their glasses. She

walked tall and strong, and when she looked into their eyes they

looked away. No one spoke. No one dared. The men especially.

She had nothing to do with them, and that fact was clear, so clear

they didn’t dare speak to her or even look her in the eye. The

bartender, a man she knew only as Cord, was the only one who

did look her in the eye, and even that was only on occasion. He

slid her a double shot of vodka and she wondered again what

the night would bring in. A few other regulars? Pretenders of

innocence?

She downed her drink and breathed deeply.

Two other familiar forms entered from the back hallway as

she slid her empty glass along the bar. She knew one of them

intimately and they both moved toward her now, hoping for her

interest. But tonight and every night lately, she wanted to wait it

out, anxious for those that might come through the front door. It

opened as if on cue and another regular entered.

The day was dying. Twilight was here.

The lingerers would be coming soon.

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ChapteR two

Mary Brunelle turned off the engine to her Chevy Aveo

and sat for a moment trying to still her racing heart.

Her destination was directly ahead, a building that appeared black

and small from the front but extended further in the back, nearly

hitting the block fence surrounding the deserted lot.

Shit.

She was there. Already. Why couldn’t the drive have lasted a

little longer? Why couldn’t she have gotten lost?

A hot nervousness beat inside her just as it did before every

other social encounter she had to endure. It didn’t matter if she

was arriving at work in the morning, entering the break room at

lunch, or waiting in line at the post office after work. People made

her nervous. There was no rational reason why. Not really.

Most people left her alone and let her go about her business.

Her co-workers, on the other hand, were a bit of a different story.

They stared (what she considered staring), sometimes made

faces, whispered, and giggled behind her back. They made her

feel exposed and awkward.

And yet, here she was. Meeting them at this club after work.

In the downtown part of downtown.

But today was different. Her co-workers had invited

her, specifically requesting she come. They said the club was

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mysterious and entertaining. A real must-see. Something they’d

all enjoy. They’d have drinks and shoot the shit. Get to know

Mary. Why didn’t she ever go out with them?

The friendly banter had been seductive, pulling her in,

speaking to that part of her that wanted so badly to be included.

She hated that part of herself, knowing that the need and desire

for acceptance could be dangerous. It was, after all, the reason

she was there arguing with herself inside her car.

She eyed the club through her windshield. The building was

like a dark abscess in the grayish light of dusk. There was no

movement near or around it. Only a dozen or so cars were in the

lot, sitting silently, telling her nothing. The overhead streetlights

came on, glowing faintly, as if they didn’t get enough power to

actually work. She stared up at one and counted off the seconds

while she deliberated her next move.

She should go in. Force herself to be social. Have a drink or

two to drown her nerves. Just relax and, well, shoot the shit as

they said.

No. She shook her head.

What she should do is go home and watch a good show over

a bowl of Orville Redenbacher’s. Feign a stomachache tomorrow

at work when they asked why she didn’t show.

But she wasn’t a good liar. And they’d only keep asking until

she gave in.

“Fuck it.” She crawled from her car, shouldered her purse,

and stood in the lot, staring at the front of the building. Her mind

was still in the car, still trying to convince her to go home. She

took advantage and walked quickly, breathing deeply through

her nose. A red sign sizzled near the all-black door, the word

Conquest singeing into her corneas again and again.

The door opened, startling her. A heavy wave of music

thumped out just before a man did. He was husky and wearing all

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black, melting right into the building and the growing darkness.

As he passed the blinking sign she saw the reflection of leather

covering his body. A black studded hat sat snugly on his shaved

head and sweat glistened on his neck and near his ears. He

stopped at the edge of the building and lit a cigarette. The glow

of it showed that he was watching her. Her mind caught up to her

then and her throat tightened with fear.

What the hell was this place? Was this why her co-workers

were so amused? Or worse, were they actually into this sort of

scene?

Her car called to her in the comfort and safety of the

encroaching darkness. She imagined crawling back inside and

releasing a sigh of relief as she started the engine.

But no. That dangerous need for inclusion and acceptance

forced her to remain. She looked at the business card she pulled

from her slacks.

It said Conquest and had a simple one-line address. Yes, this

was the correct place. She turned it over where her co-worker

Carla Meeker had written in ink.

Don’t be late, first drink on me!

She sank the card into her pocket and wiped her palms on her

pants. The leather man inhaled gluttonously and smiled at her as

he exhaled smoke through his nose.

“Nice night, ain’t it?” he said, crossing one large black-

booted foot over the other.

“Mm hm.”

“You sure you’re in the right place?” he asked, smiling like

he knew a secret she didn’t.

“I think so.”

He didn’t respond. Just kept smiling. It made her

uncomfortable and she hurried toward the door. As she pulled it

open she gave him one last glance and saw the pale, half moon

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sliver of his bare ass against the building. It added more fuel

to her already raging bonfire of anxiety, and she tripped as she

entered, a little afraid the man was going to give chase.

She blinked in the dim light as the throb of music beat against

her chest like an angry fist. It wasn’t as loud as it was powerful.

Like a heavy heartbeat coming from the walls to slip into her skin

and settle in her body, beating within her bones. Her body was a

part of the club now. It had taken only seconds.

She stepped further in and realized the room was lit in black

light where everything white glowed brightly. The most notable

was the white light lining the bar. She searched the bodies

slumped there on the barstools, took in their leather garb, and

glanced away from the whites of their curious eyes. She imagined

her co-workers sitting at a corner booth hidden in the darkness,

laughing hysterically at her as she ambled around nearly blind.

But she didn’t see any booths. Or tables. There was just a

bar with several stools and a few wiry looking chairs placed near

the corners of the room. Bodies seemed to birth from the wall,

moving toward her with silent intent. They were cloaked in black,

camouflaged like darkly shrouded soldiers on a ninja’s mission.

She struggled for courage. The bartender, resting two beefy bare

arms on the bar, called out to her.

“This club is members only,” he barked.

“I—” She fished out the card and searched for her voice.

“I’m supposed to meet someone here.” She held out the card and

it trembled in her fingers.

She inhaled sharply, her senses on high alert, and she caught

the slightly dank scent of the place. It smelled like maybe beer

had been spilled on the industrial carpet. She shivered even

though the club was comfortably warm.

The person from the wall was now directly next to her with

Mary’s card in hand. With an athletic build and slicked back short

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hair, Mary couldn’t tell if the person was a man or a woman. All

she saw was the glow of teeth blazing under the black light.

“Uh…hello,” Mary said, a little uneasy at their close

proximity. The person didn’t answer and another one, this one

wearing a mask that reminded Mary of Zorro, arrived at her side.

She appeared to be female, shorter in stature with delicate looking

cheekbones.

Mary expected them to speak, but instead they both moved in

and began kissing her arms. A jolt shot through her as their hot, slick

tongues registered, making their way up to her shoulders. Insistent

hands palmed her hips and tried to drift up under her blouse.

“Oh my God. What—” She pushed on them. “What are you

doing?” What the fuck was happening? What was this place?

“I think there’s been some kind of mistake.” Her heart threat-

ened to leap out of her throat as body-racking fear overcame her.

She stumbled backward, but they moved with her, nimble

fingers shoving upward on the short sleeves of her blouse, making

way for the seeking tongues and sucking lips. She trembled again.

This time with shock and fear and a deep, dark spark of lust trying

to catch flame.

Panic came along with the burn of embarrassment. The

people at the bar were staring. Not just staring but watching.

Intently.

“I really think—” She started but couldn’t finish. She’d never

been touched like this. Ever. Not by one person, and certainly not

by two. She was terrified, the whole situation indescribable and

insane. But her skin was coming alive beneath their mouths and

her eyes were threatening to close with pleasure, ready to cave

in to it.

“She’s so fresh. So so fresh,” the smaller stranger said.

They groaned, their mouths devouring her shoulders like

dogs tenderizing a tasty bone.

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“Yes, let’s take her back—”

Mary forced open her eyes, the words slamming reality

home. What the fuck was she doing? What was wrong with her?

She needed to run. And fast.

She pushed them away, her fear suddenly in control. “I have

to go.”

But they were back on her like magnets on metal, their

glowing eyes alive and hungry.

“I have to go,” Mary insisted. Where the fuck was Carla and

everyone else? She grew angry, realizing they’d probably set her

up. The joke was on her.

The strangers continued to paw at her, their hands clingy

and determined, sticking to her like an overgrown jungle of Cat’s

Claw.

She turned and caught sight of the door, lit only by a dim

Exit sign hanging above it. She wanted to cry out, to yell for

help. But she knew she’d seem ridiculous and she was already

embarrassed enough.

“Noooo,” the strangers said, pulling her back. They laughed

like evil little devils as they toyed with her. The laughter echoed

in Mary’s ears, and she felt like she was caught in a twisted

nightmare or a strange Stanley Kubrick film. She couldn’t escape.

Oh God.

“Nein.”

The voice was low and strong, booming over the music. The

laughter of the strangers ceased and their clingy hands fell from

her body.

“But she’s so—” the smaller one tried to say.

“Nein!”

Mary jerked at the power of the voice and felt the two

strangers hurry away from her. The air felt empty around her and

her skin tingled where their mouths had been. She hugged herself

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and felt a warm hand settle on her shoulder. She turned, curiously

calm and somewhat eager to see who the voice belonged to.

Her breath caught in her chest.

She stared for a long moment, taking in the robust form

with an angular face and razor sharp cheekbones. A knot of

muscle flexed at the base of her jaw as the woman clenched her

teeth.

Wicked gold eyes held Mary’s gaze, flicking like crinkled

foil in the sun, offset by a swatch of white-blond hair.

The woman was dressed like the others—a black leather

vest and black leather pants. A hint of cleavage perspired at the

opening of the vest. Her muscles were hard and marbled under

the tanned, glowing skin of her arms. She was sleek and strong

and, dear Jesus Christ, sexy.

“Come.”

Mary wasn’t sure she heard correctly. The word was said

with an accent so heavy it seemed to weigh down the air in the

room and press against her crotch. She squeezed her legs together,

the rush of blood there sudden and overwhelming.

Oh fuck. I’m gay. I’m so gay.

She’d always had her secret crushes and attractions, but she’d

never admitted it to herself. Now it was impossible to ignore or

shove aside. It was raging in her head and in her body with every

quick, cumbersome beat of her heart.

“I—”

But the woman silenced Mary with a fingertip pressed firmly

to her lips.

“Come.” She grabbed Mary’s hand and tugged on her to

follow. Saying no was not an option. Mary knew it, and it seemed

everyone else did as well. The people at the bar turned back to

their drinks, and the two strangers that had come at her from the

wall were nowhere to be seen.

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Mary stumbled along after the woman, not attempting to

argue, not wanting to attempt to argue. She had no idea why she

was following her, but a part of her felt safe and shielded, as well

as a bit starstruck by her looks. The realization almost made her

giggle with nerves.

They entered a long hallway and hurried past two doors on

the right and two doors on the left. One had a window flanking

the door, and inside, a man was tied to a large black cross. Two

people dressed in leather were flogging him much to his apparent

enjoyment.

Mary stumbled again, more nervous than ever. The woman

squeezed her hand as if in reassurance and Mary followed her

into the room at the end. The door had a hanging sign and Mary

watched as the woman slid a rectangular piece of red into the

cardboard frame. Green was on the other side. Stop and go. Her

anxiety grew as they entered the room.

A large, flat bed was lit by two small lamps on end tables

burning with blue bulbs. Another standing lamp with a red bulb

was hidden behind the door. The red light collided with the dim

blue light as the woman closed the door and leaned against it.

Random observations flooded Mary’s mind. Purple. Blue

and red make purple. Technically, the light in the room should

now be purple. Again, Mary almost laughed with nerves. She

forced herself to swallow, her heart thudding in her throat.

“What is this place?” she asked. She had to hear it. Had to

know for certain what she’d already agreed to thus far by going

back with her.

“I think you know,” the woman said.

German. The accent was German. Mary was almost certain.

“No, I really don’t. I was supposed to meet some frie—”

She stopped short of calling them friends. “Some colleagues from

work. Have you seen them? There should’ve been about six—”

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“Let us talk about you,” the woman interrupted her. “Your

friends are not here.”

“They could be in another room maybe?” Doing what?

Having an orgy? “Is there like a party room or something? For

groups.”

The woman’s laughter was throaty and sexy.

“Your friends are not here.”

“Oh. Well, maybe I should—”

“You are here.”

“Yes. But—”

“You had the card.”

Mary blinked. “They gave me the card—”

“Then you are where you belong.”

Mary wasn’t sure what to say. The room was cozy and

inviting, luring her in. It smelled of something exotic, something

she couldn’t place. Whatever it was, it was both stirring and

comforting, encouraging her to remain. They were alone, after

all. All alone in the blue and red light. No one could see. No one

would know. Unless her colleagues planned this. Set her up. Even

paid for it. She began to panic again.

“Did someone tell you about me? Did they pay for this?”

The woman’s face showed confusion. “Nobody pays. Not

with money.”

Mary laughed nervously. “Did someone tell you about me?”

“No.”

Mary thought of the man down the hall. “Are you going to tie

me up?” Oh God. The thought nearly made her crumble. It excited

her.

The woman’s response splintered her further. She pushed off

from the door and touched Mary’s face with the back of her hand.

Her eyes seemed wolf-like. Like danger and power were trying to

shine out from behind the raw beauty.

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“I might.”

“I’m…not sure.”

The woman smiled. “I know.”

“What’s your name?” Mary asked.

“Here I don’t have a name.”

“No. Your real name.” She stared into her eyes. “Please.”

“What is yours?” Her hand lowered, tracing down to Mary’s

neck, the fingers playing with her hair.

“Mary.”

The woman threw her head back and laughed again, deep

and resonant. Sexy. The tendons in her neck moved, and Mary

had a sudden urge to trace them with her tongue. The thought

must’ve been written on her face because the woman caught her

gaze and pulled her closer, her smile eaten up by a look of desire.

“Mary,” she said like it was the most delicious word in the

world. She kissed her hard, pushing into her lips with a painfully

wonderful strength. Mary moaned in surprise and then in bliss

as the woman held her tightly and began to move her lips more

purposefully, capturing Mary’s in wet, hot tugs and pulls. Mary

groaned and gripped the woman’s vest for dear life. She was so

soft and supple and so damn warm. When she felt her tongue

come, a hot current shot through her, weakening her knees,

bringing her to her tiptoes. She clung to her helplessly as the

tongue teased, lightly pushing just inside her lips, all sweet and

slick, a sleek muscle of velvet darting inside her.

When her tongue came fully, Mary could no longer stand.

She hung off her, desperate, helpless, hot. A limp, burning doll,

begging to be positioned and played with.

“You want this,” the woman said, whispering into her ear.

“You want me.”

Mary closed her eyes and swam in the throb of desire rushing

through her.

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“Mm hm,” was all Mary could muster.

The woman lifted her with ease and shoved her against the

wall. Mary’s wrists were then pinned above her head.

“I’m going to make you come,” the woman said.

Mary stifled a cry as the furnace-like lips found her jaw and

an extremely tender part of her neck. Blood pounded between her

legs.

What was happening? Was this happening? Oh yes, it was.

And it was really fucking something else. Her eyes rolled back in

her head and her toes curled inside her flats.

“I’m going to make you come,” the woman said, this time

stopping to look into Mary’s eyes. “Hard.” Her jaw tensed and Mary

yearned for it, wanted to suck on the small straining wad flexing at

the base.

“What’s—” She was losing control. She was in a speeding car

going downhill and she could no longer reach the pedals. Faster

and faster and faster. Rationality raced by at an unrecognizable

speed. She grasped for it, felt it sliding through her fingers. “I

don’t know what I’m feeling.”

The woman released one of Mary’s wrists then trailed her

hand slowly down Mary’s blouse to her slacks where she quickly

unbuttoned and lowered the zipper. Before Mary could protest, she

slid her hand inside and stroked her bare flesh with her long fingers.

“Uh—oh!” Mary tensed and clung to her with her free hand.

It felt so good. So impossibly good.

“This,” the woman said, “is how you feel.” She leaned in and

bit Mary’s neck. Mary cried out, the sensation piercing and then

warming. “You feel good. Wet. Excited. Do you feel good, Mary?

Does this feel good?”

Mary nodded and caught her breath. “Mm hm.”

The fingers stroked up and down, sliding within her flesh.

Mary struggled to breathe, completely overwhelmed with

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pleasure. The woman was staring into her eyes, watching her

face contort and crumple in ecstasy. Mary could see herself in her

eyes, and for once, she didn’t worry about what she looked like.

“Tell me what you are thinking,” the woman said, slowing

her fingers to a heavier, more intense motion.

Mary shook with awakening nerves. “I—I’m not sure.”

“No?” She squeezed her fingers together, holding Mary

captive by her most sensitive spot.

“I mean yeah. I—I feel good.” She was speechless and

trapped in the most desirable of confines. It made her feel raw and

hypersensitive, like an animal in the wild, in tune with everything.

She licked her lips and tried to focus. She felt the cool sweat on

her brow and the hot slickness between her legs. Her body was

gone, free from her control. And it was at the mercy of a stranger.

“You feel good?” The woman was serious yet toying with

her. Mary could see it in the way her lips turned up on one side.

“Yes.”

“What about now?” The fingers squeezed tighter and moved

up and down slowly. Mary bumped her head against the wall and

nearly bit her lip it was so good.

“Ye—yes!”

“Does it feel good, Mary?” She moved faster. “Does it? Tell

me.”

“Oh God, it does.” She closed her eyes. “It does.”

The woman laughed and kissed her way to the other side

where she bit some more.

“Ah, fuck,” Mary whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, lightly kissing her lips.

“Huh? No.” Mary shook her head.

“No?”

“No. Don’t stop.”

“Do you want to come?”

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“Yes.” More than anything. Mary wanted to come in this

woman’s arms, looking into her gorgeous face, pulsing against

her powerful fingers. “I do.”

The woman stared at her for a long, hard moment. Her eyes

flicked with her thoughts. And then she stilled her hand and

pulled away. Mary nearly sank to the ground, catching herself by

pressing her palms back against the wall. They squeaked as she

shoved herself into a full stand.

“What happened? Why—” She swallowed against her dry

throat. “Why did you stop?”

The woman was moving around the room as if Mary weren’t

there at all, retrieving some things from a small dresser and

tossing them onto the bed. One of them appeared to be a small

phallus. And a few of the packets looked like condoms.

“What’s going on?”

She tried to move, but her legs were weak. Desire was still

pounding through her.

The woman came toward her again, the same dangerous

look in her eyes.

She stood in front of Mary and unabashedly unzipped her

leather vest. Pale, soft flesh began to appear followed by the

slight bounce and emergence of full, round breasts.

Mary felt her mouth water as she focused on the smooth, tan

areolas hardening in front of her. They continued to bunch as the

woman moved closer, and Mary saw that the nipples were thick

and firm and had a pink hue to them. The colliding colors made

her think of strength and femininity mixed together as one.

The woman’s gaze swept over Mary’s face and Mary knew

the hunger and excitement she felt could be seen through the heat

of her skin and the pulse she felt careening in her neck.

“You want to stay?” the woman asked, her voice strong and

serious.

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Mary forced a “yes.”

“If you say yes again then you will mean it. If you want

me to stop you must say stop. No other word will do. Do you

understand this, Mary?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to stay?”

This was her chance to run. But even if she had wanted to,

she wouldn’t have been able. Her body was melting, her mind

rapid-firing with yes yes yes. All that mattered was her. This

woman. This Goddamned gorgeous woman.

She stared into the mysterious eyes and nodded. “Yes.”

“Then you only touch me where and when I tell you.” Right

away, the woman took Mary’s hands and tugged them up to her

breasts. She helped Mary massage them as she slinked up next

to her.

“Feel, Mary,” she purred.

Fire burned beneath Mary’s skin. “I am.” The breasts were

warm and buoyant and she was stirred and shy all at once.

“Like this.” The woman took Mary’s fingers and pinched the

nipples. “Do it,” she said.

Mary began to stutter with nerves but the woman insisted.

“Do it. Do it hard.”

Mary pinched the firm knob and the woman hissed with

pleasure. Her reaction sent a wave of pressure to Mary’s center,

making her flesh throb.

“Do both,” the woman demanded. “Now.”

Mary did and the woman laughed wickedly and shoved

into her, biting her neck. “Yes, Mary. Like that. Harder.” The

woman nibbled and laughed in her ear. “Do you know what you

are doing to me?” She pulled away and stilled Mary’s hands.

“Do you?”

“No.” Mary’s voice sounded meek.

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The woman unfastened her leather pants while holding

Mary’s gaze. Then with Mary’s hand in hers, she shoved it down

the front to the waiting flesh between her legs.

At once Mary felt the slick folds, as hot and slippery as liquid

sun. The woman shivered with pleasure, an intent grin on her face.

She pressed hard into Mary’s sternum, shoving her against the

wall. A small noise of surprise escaped Mary just as the woman’s

mouth attacked hers. The kiss was forceful, powerful, and all-

consuming. Moans came from the woman as she conquered with

her long, agile tongue. Mary felt her tremble, felt her slick flesh

throb beneath her fingers.

The kiss deepened, the woman nearly eating her alive. When

she pulled away, Mary saw the red blooming on her beautiful

cheekbones, giving color to her soft grunts and rapid breathing.

Her golden eyes were slitted with need and her lips kept

turning up at the corners, the pleasure obviously hard to control.

When it seemed to become too much, or maybe not enough, she

wrapped strong fingers around Mary’s wrist and clenched her

teeth, showing Mary the motion she wanted.

The woman grunted again and her eyes went wide with

lust and need and hunger. Veins stood out in her neck, and Mary

felt the woman’s flesh flood and engorge. She rocked her hips,

banging into Mary’s hand. She appeared serious and fierce, and

Mary knew at once she’d never seen anything so incredible. Her

own groan of pleasure escaped her lips as she pleased her, and

just as the woman was about to go insane, she jerked Mary’s hand

from her pants, shoved her full on against the wall, and then tore

open her blouse.

Mary tried to speak, completely unsure of what to say, but

the woman silenced her with a flash of her hungry eyes and

the fastening of her mouth to Mary’s aching breasts, biting and

sucking through her bra.

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The sensation was overwhelming one second and not nearly

enough the next. Mary wanted to call out for more, hold the

woman’s head to her, and demand more. God, she just needed

more. But before she could do anything, strong hands tore the

blouse from her arms and then tugged at the bra straps, pulling

them from her shoulders. Mary clung desperately to the woman’s

head, and she called out with a strangled cry when the woman

exposed her nipples and took them into her hot mouth.

Oh Jesus, oh God. It was so incredibly good. She arched her

back, shoving more of herself into the woman’s mouth. She went

up on her tiptoes again, her head tilting back against the wall. The

mouth worked her, somehow touching every sensitive spot on her

body just by sucking and licking and enveloping her nipple. And

it started all over again when the woman left her and fastened on

to her other one.

Intense waves of pleasure began to pass through her. Her

clitoris ached, throbbing along with the waves, riding them into

shore again and again. The woman bit her, holding her stiff nipple

between her teeth. More deep laughter came just before she

released her, her teeth tugging on her in a playful manner.

Mary swallowed with difficulty and nearly sank to the

carpet once more. Her bones were soft and bowing and she could

feel her arousal beginning to pool between her legs. Standing

was nearly impossible; she was overwhelmed with pleasure

and desire. If it hadn’t been so damn good, it would’ve surely

terrified her.

Knowing hands chased the thought away as they pulled her

into the woman’s arms. Mary was lost in her eyes for the briefest

of seconds before being lifted and placed carefully onto the

bed. She watched in a blissfully helpless manner as the woman

removed her shoes, slacks, and then panties. The woman’s eyes

were still burning with that dangerous look, and they seemed to

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eat Mary alive as they traveled over her nude body. Mary knew

she should feel self-conscious, but under the heat of her hungry

stare she felt…wanted.

The woman met her gaze, and her muscles stiffened beneath

her tanned skin as if an incredibly powerful thought had just raced

through her. She swallowed and her eyes glinted. With what Mary

couldn’t tell. Suddenly, the woman moved and worked hurriedly,

slipping into a harness that hugged her ass and pelvic area. Then

she attached the phallus and bit into a wrapped condom, tearing

off the cover. Mary stared as she slid the condom onto the phallus,

rolling it downward with agile fingertips. Then she opened a

small bottle and stroked on some clear lubricant.

Mary’s heart rate kicked up once again as she studied the

woman. She was lost in the way the woman’s tendons and muscles

moved, the slight sway of her pale breasts, the fisted stroking of

her strong hand moving up and down over the phallus.

Mary scooted backward on the bed, wanting to be under the

covers, wanting to watch the woman for hours from the head of

the bed as she did things unimaginable to her. Mary shivered,

turned on and confused. The thoughts were firing from a place

inside she never knew existed. A frightening place. An exciting

place. A demanding place.

The woman watched as Mary scrambled beneath the covers.

Then she crawled toward her, breasts and phallus bobbing. She

moved like a lioness on the hunt. She pulled the covers back and

slid in next to Mary, her lips a centimeter from her ear.

“Open your legs, Mary.” And her hand followed her

command, lightly stroking up Mary’s inner thigh. Delicate

fingertips worked her, awakening her skin, first on one thigh, then

the other.

Mary inhaled sharply and buried her face in the woman’s

neck as the woman nibbled and kissed along her ear and jawline.

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“That is it, Mary. Feel me.” Her hand moved higher and

Mary’s legs fell open, eager for her touch. “Yes, Mary.”

The nimble fingers teased, brushing through Mary’s fine

hairs. Mary sighed at the sensation and nearly burst out of her

skin when the woman took her nipple in her mouth just as expert

fingers found her painfully engorged clitoris.

“Ah!” Mary clung to her as the fingers and tongue moved in

sync with each other. Around and around they both went, driving

her mad. Mary gyrated her hips, the sensation so incredibly good.

She relaxed her legs further with her knees flat on the bed, opening

up fully, offering her wet, hungry flesh. The woman moved lower,

hissing a long “yes” as she tunneled under the covers, trailing her

hot mouth down Mary’s abdomen to her inner thighs to where her

hand had been expertly playing.

“Watch, Mary,” she said as she threw back the covers and

settled between her legs. Mary lifted her head and struggled to

breathe as the woman began sucking on her inner thighs and

working her tongue upward and into Mary’s folds. When it hit

her virgin flesh, she cried out and gripped her head. The woman

continued, finding her clit right away, flicking it mercilessly,

opening Mary further with the outward press of her thumbs.

“Oh, Jesus.” The muffled throb of the club had settled

inside her once again, now beating beneath her clit as the

woman teased it and plied it with attention from her heavy,

slick tongue. Faster and harder. Faster and harder. Until Mary

was lifting her hips from the bed, giving herself to her, pleasure

shooting through her like liquid fire. Seeing the woman there,

feeling her, fucking needing her there, it was driving her crazy,

shoving her, slapping her, shaking her. Awakening her from that

deep, dark, lonely and senseless place she’d been hiding away

in for years. She was breaking out now, stepping into the light,

screaming at the sun.

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She tightened her fingers in the woman’s hair wanting her

to remain at that spot, doing that motion for all eternity. Yes, yes,

just like that. She began to say it, mumbling it at first but then

insisting and demanding. It only seemed to fuel the woman more,

causing her to groan and take her clit into her lips where she held

it captive, teasing. Mary begged.

“Don’t stop. God. Please.”

She called out in surprise when the woman released her

and moved lower, snaking her tongue around her opening. Mary

lifted herself trying to see, her flesh demanding it of her. It was its

own entity now and it needed to be pleased. She could feel herself

trying to wrap around the woman’s face.

“You are so wet, Mary. So, so wet.”

Mary knew she was, could feel it ebbing out of her and into

the woman’s face and mouth. The woman was consuming her.

Literally. Oh, what a fucking insanely sexy realization. There was

no possible way it could get any better. No possible way—oh Jesus

God, the woman’s tongue was inside her, thrusting up into her.

Mary whimpered and clutched the bed covers. The thumping

of the club grew deeper, shaking the wall. It could’ve come down

around her and she wouldn’t have cared. Nothing could’ve torn

her away from the woman and her all-knowing, all-seeking

tongue. Mary clenched her eyes closed and rocked her hips. She

needed more. More more more.

And then there was nothing. No tongue, no lips, no hot breath

bearing down on her. Her eyes flew open only to see the woman

come forward, settling between Mary’s hips.

“It is time,” the woman said, bracing herself above Mary

with one arm while the other moved down to the phallus. Mary

felt her move it, felt it all cold and slick and waiting entry at her

opening. Her heart went off like a string of firecrackers as she

realized what was about to happen.

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“Look at me, Mary. Look into my eyes.”

They were burning still, like a predator willing to take its

prey in the most humane way possible. And then she pressed into

her and Mary at once felt the hot glide of the phallus. It filled

her completely and took her breath away. It tightened her throat

and curled her toes. She couldn’t speak, could barely take enough

breath to stave off passing out. And then it was in further and she

dug her nails into the woman’s back, crying out in short gasps as

the woman kissed her neck and thrust slowly.

Another thrust came and the woman kissed her, dominating

her with her tongue and powerful lips. She kissed her again and

again, tongue swirling as her hips moved, picking up the pace.

Mary clung to her, bit into her neck, making her groan. The

thrusting increased, and Mary called out, the burning fading into

the sweetest of ecstasy.

This was what the licking had prepared her for. This was the

final act. The big show.

“God,” she let out, her head arching back into the pillow. It

was good, it was thrilling, and it was coming with every pound

and shake of the walls. The woman was fucking her, filling her

with pleasure, and it was hot and passionate and sexy, powerful

in ways she never could’ve imagined.

She licked the woman’s neck and tasted her moist skin. She

kissed her, this time using her tongue to swirl in her mouth. She

grabbed her leather covered ass and forced herself up against her.

“Fucking good,” she managed to say. “Oh God, fuck me so

good.”

The woman made a noise of excited approval and she pinned

Mary’s wrists above her head. Her head bent to attack Mary’s

breasts as she continued to sway into her, sending Mary into a

tailspin of ecstasy.

“I—yes. Oh fuck, yes.”

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The woman bit her, tugged firmly on her nipple. Then she

propped herself up and fucked her harder. Faster. Just like her

tongue had done. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. Mary

gripped her neck and stared into her. Every muscle in her own

body felt tense and full, absorbing the heavy pleasure. She held

her breath and took, took, took. She pulled herself up, made

grunting noises, and the woman pummeled pleasure between her

legs.

“Oh God.” And then she shot back onto the bed and her body

went into pleasure-soaked spasms. Her head shook from side to

side, her pelvis moved on its own accord, and white-hot floaters

filled her vision. She couldn’t get enough. Never would be able

to get enough. She clung to the woman’s back, swearing she’d

never let go. She tried to tell her all this, but nothing would come.

Her voice box had caved in and blown away with the orgasm like

dead leaves on a windy day. Still, she tried, holding again to her

neck, tangling her fingers in her hair. She managed to groan, to

eke out her pleasure on strangled bits of breath.

The woman kissed her. So long and warm and sweet tasting.

When she pulled away she had that mysterious look to her that

she’d had just before she crawled onto the bed. Mary watched

her and knew she’d never be able to get her face from her mind

ever again.

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ChapteR thRee

Mary. Sweet Mary. Jude had never had anyone so sweet

and so pure, so damned ripe and responsive.

She could feel her moving beneath her, her throbbing flesh

already wanting more. She was insatiable, absolutely insatiable.

There would never be another like her. Jude knew this, and

as disappointing as the realization was, it also lit a fire beneath

every fiber of her being. She had to make it last, had to take her

time and relish this.

She moaned into her mouth, pulled away, and gently slid out

of her. Breathless, she ran her hands over Mary’s hips and thighs,

as if she were creating something special inside her. She tried

to burn Mary’s image and the way she felt beneath her mouth

and fingertips into her mind. But like a dream she couldn’t quite

grasp or return to, she couldn’t totally capture her. Mary was too

good to ever completely and fully re-experience through memory

alone.

“Turn over,” Jude said after staring at her for a long minute.

She lifted Mary’s hip and encouraged her to roll. When Mary did,

she eased her hips up and began running her tongue up her thighs

to the smooth cheeks of her ass where she bit and sucked. Mary

held herself up on all fours, flinching in ecstasy at every touch.

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Loving her reactions, Jude moved along her back, breathing on

her skin, licking her all the way down to her opening. Once there,

she teased with her tongue, enjoying the cool slickness of Mary’s

desire. She moved lower and flicked her swollen clit. Mary jerked

and stilled and then pressed back more, arching herself. Her cries

were soft and muffled, as if she didn’t want Jude to know just

how good it felt. As if she were afraid she would stop or take

the pleasure away. At that moment, Jude knew she could give to

Mary all night long and it wouldn’t be enough. Not for Mary and

not for her. While there was danger in that, she couldn’t bring

herself to stop or slow. Instead, she kept flicking her clit, loving

the feel of it and the way Mary was starting to rock back into her

mouth.

When it became too much, she gripped her legs and inched

up to tongue fuck her. Mary pleaded, crying for more. Jude knew

the sensation wasn’t nearly enough, but she was thoroughly

enjoying teasing her and she loved the way her wet walls were

warm and soft and throbbing for more. She could’ve eaten her all

night, saturating her hole and flicking her clit, taking it in to suck

on every once in a while. Until Mary was howling and dripping

and ferocious in her need to come. But her own impatience got

the better of her, and her desire to please Mary caused her to

straighten and ease the shaft of the cock into her opening. Mary

cried out, and when it sank into her further, her voice fell away.

“Do you like it?” Jude asked. She had to hear Mary’s

wavering voice, had to know what her cock felt like as she thrust

into her, gripping her hips as she moved.

Mary shoved backward, the pleasure obvious and already

mounting. “Ye-es.”

Jude watched as Mary pushed into the sheets with tightly

bent fingers. She watched as she lowered her chest, thrusting her

ass further into the air.

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She pumped her harder, quicker. The phallus made a sucking

noise as it fucked her. Jude closed her eyes, overcome with a rush

of heat to her own flesh as Mary continued to groan.

“Ye-es, ye-es, ye-es,” Mary said continuously.

Jude kept pumping, the imagined sensation of the fucking

cock so real and so sweet she could almost feel it herself. But they

both needed more. She opened her eyes and focused with intent.

She reached around Mary to frame her clit with her fingers and

they both called out in ecstasy with Mary forcing her chest up,

rocking back with her ass.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Mary commanded as her hands

tangled in the sheets and she pushed back further.

Jude grabbed her hips and shoved harder, full on fucking

her. There was no careful gentleness now. No sweet, soft, phallic

thrusting. This was fucking. Hard and fast and unapologetic,

her body completely taking over as if the cock had invaded her

consciousness. She was insane with pumping and Mary loved it,

couldn’t get enough.

“More, more, more,” she cried until she screamed in beautiful

throat-collapsing bliss, again and again, coming once more, this

time so loudly the music seemed to challenge her rather than

drown her out. She reared back, pushing herself up to her knees,

grinding herself onto the phallus with the forced gyration of her

hips, her hand holding fiercely to the fingers framing her clit.

Completely overcome and moved by the spectacle, Jude took

Mary’s earlobe in her mouth and whispered to her. “So beautiful,

Mary. So sexy.”

Mary cried out some more, quaked for several long seconds,

and then collapsed onto the bed and languished there on her back.

Jude watched her breathe for a few moments, taking in the

way Mary’s beautiful flesh contrasted slightly with the sheets.

She studied her passion-painted mouth, her cheekbones, the light

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blue veins running blood through her delicate hands and neck.

Several more seconds passed as she stared down at her. She was

so completely moved and turned on she hesitated to speak. She’d

never been too moved to speak before.

Mary.

Why was she affecting her so?

Mary rolled over and blinked her large, freshly moist eyes

at Jude. She had the look of a woman loved, heat coloring her

cheeks, faint marks of teeth, tongue, and hunger on her neck and

chest. And those eyes. They were now eyes that had seen but

wanted to see so much more, despite the obvious hint of danger

the club gave off.

“Who are you?” Mary asked, surprising her. Her voice was

back, though not as strong as it once had been. “Tell me your

name.”

Jude still didn’t trust herself to speak.

“Please.”

Finally, after looking deeply into her eyes, Jude said all that

she could say. “Come here.”

She tugged Mary forward by her legs and rested them on her

shoulders, with the phallus once again at Mary’s opening.

As she entered her, Mary arched her back and clung once

again to the bedsheets.

A word came to her then. The one on her lips all along. She

said it over and over as she fucked her.

“Mary.”

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ChapteR FouR

Shh. Here she comes. Here she comes.”

Mary eyed her whispering co-workers just before

remov ing her shoulder bag and dropping heavily into her chair.

The huddled mass of gossips were then out of sight, hidden

beyond the walls of her small cubicle. Normally, she’d cringe

knowing they were talking about her, but this morning she was

too exhausted to care.

In fact, she was amazed she was at work and sitting upright

in front of her computer. How had she gotten there? She touched

her temple and barely recalled how she’d come out of her stupor

on the couch, stumbled into clothes, and driven on autopilot all

the way to the office.

She stared at her desk and fought to keep her eyes focused.

The office smelled of freshly brewed coffee and warm popcorn.

Both seemed to be making her nauseous. In the near distance she

heard soft laughter. Her co-workers were no doubt still discussing

her, wondering if she’d gone to meet them the night before.

At Conquest.

If only they knew. If only she knew. She still couldn’t quite

accept all that had happened as actual reality. Had she really gone

there and slept with a perfect stranger? A fiercely sexy, foreign

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stranger? Yes. She had. Her sore and tingling body told her

so. And her mind, which had yet to fully awaken, was already

replaying image after clit-throbbing image. Oh God, it had been

good. More than just good. It had been intense and passionate and

soul stirring.

She pressed her legs together as a rush of excitement raced

to her flesh.

The woman. Who was she? What was her name?

Mary could recall every word, foreign or not. Every touch,

every kiss, every lick.

Her computer came to life as she scooted forward and

took control of the mouse. She went to a site for free language

translations and tried to type in the words the woman had kept

saying to her. But she had no idea how to spell them.

Sighing, she went from that site to a German dictionary

where she scrolled down to a word she recognized as one used by

the woman repeatedly. It meant beautiful.

Her breath paused in her chest. Beautiful. Oh God, the

woman was amazing and she thought Mary was beautiful. She

had to see her again.

Mary began searching for Conquest. She had to find her. No

one had ever touched her like that, stirred her like that. Ever. And

certainly no one had fucked her. And if they had, it would’ve never

been like that. So long and so good she’d had to be helped from

the club when it was over, her legs wobbly and weak like a spent

rubber band.

Mary’d tried like hell to get her name, to please her in return,

just as she’d been pleased. But the woman had only pushed her

hands away and ignored her questions, giving away nothing but

sweet, dripping pleasure.

The computer didn’t help much either, only giving the name

and location of the club. Mary continued to search, desperate for

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information despite the possibility of getting in trouble for searching

such content on the office computer. To her bewilderment, she

realized that she wasn’t afraid. Was she? She knew others did it,

but still. No, she wasn’t afraid. Let them say something. She would

hopefully have her information, and that was all that mattered. The

rest could go to hell. Including her co-workers.

The new attitude felt good. She wondered how long it would

last.

“I have to see her,” she said softly, already working out ways

to do so. She would call the club. And ask for…who?

Shit.

“Mary, hi.”

Mary turned and found Carla Meeker leaning on the cubicle,

smiling down at her.

“Hello.” Mary’s tone was one of boredom and disinterest.

She was in no mood for small talk. It wasn’t new for her, but this

time the reason behind it was different. She didn’t just simply

want to avoid a conversation because she was shy and had nothing

to say. This time she just didn’t want to look at Meeker’s face and

listen to her bullshit.

“I just stopped by to see how your night went.”

Mary fought hardening her eyes. The gall. What a bitch,

coming over there and actually asking about her night. Mary

clicked her mouse and refocused on the computer. She’d

minimized the screen with her sex club search on it, and now she

was pretending like she was working. Maybe Meeker would get

the hint.

“I wanted to apologize for not getting a chance to buy you

that drink. Rain check?”

The way she said rain check made Mary’s skin crawl. It

was so high-pitched it felt like she’d just run her nails across a

chalkboard.

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Mary stopped typing and looked up at her. Meeker was a

woman’s woman, all style and pretty poise and gossip. Perfect hairdo,

perfect makeup, perfect nails. She always seemed to say the perfect

thing at the perfect time. And her clothes were to die for, according to

the others. But Mary wasn’t in to the whole girly, ruffly thing.

“What do you say?” Meeker asked with a zillion watt smile,

her voice climbing again.

Mary didn’t even bother putting up a fight or laying into

her for setting her up. She had other things to attend to and way

more important things on her mind. Like that gorgeous, ripped,

incredibly talented blonde for starters. So instead Mary decided

to fuck with her. Shrugging, she said, “Sure.”

Meeker seemed surprised, and Mary caught her glancing

over the cubicle, probably looking toward the others for guidance.

They obviously wanted to know if she’d showed last night. But

she wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of knowing.

“Uh, okay.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Mary said, once again focusing on

her computer. “You let me know when and where.”

Meeker seemed to fight for words, and Mary couldn’t help

but gloat at the sight. It was like watching a flopping fish struggle

to breathe on a boat deck, the seconds ticking by painfully slowly,

the fish finally lying still, gills yawning, desperate for water. Mary

would gladly relieve the fish with water, but for Meeker, no way.

“Okay,” she finally said.

Mary didn’t miss a beat. “Okay then. See you later.”

Meeker walked away and Mary heard the others pounce on

her with hurried questions. The fuckers. Ugh, God, why hadn’t

she stayed home? She didn’t need this crap today. She dropped

her head into her hands, wishing she could go home and curl up

to dream about her encounter with the woman. But she wouldn’t

be able to sleep or rest, much less sit still enough to dream.

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Standing, Mary searched for her colleagues just over the

cubicle wall. To her relief, they had dispersed. As she returned to

her seat she retrieved the business card with Conquest on it. Taking

a deep breath, she grabbed the phone and dialed information. She

gave the name and the address and, to her surprise, there was a

listing. Her heart pounded as the line rang. Her heart rate slowed,

though, as the ringing continued. Eventually, it connected to a

nondescript voice mail. She cleared her throat and spoke, trying

not to be too loud.

“Uh, hello. My name is Mary. Mary Brunelle. I was there

last night and spent some time with a tall blond woman. She

was German I believe. Anyway, I was hoping to get a hold of

her. Can you please have her call me?” She rattled off her cell

number and hung up quickly. She was hunched over her phone

like a secret cannibal devouring someone’s ribs. If anyone had

happened to pass by, they would know immediately she was

guilty of something.

Forcing out a breath, she eased back against her chair and

waited. Oh, no. What if they just used caller ID and called the

office instead of her cell? Shit. Quickly, she redialed the number

and left another voice mail, this time emphasizing that her cell

only should be called and preferably before five because she had

a class some nights. But any time after seven would be fine.

She hung up and at once felt utterly ridiculous. A class? As if

that were more important than the woman? She must’ve sounded

like a child. She stared at her cell phone, willing it to ring. But it

didn’t. She stared some more. Willed some more. But nothing.

When her boss walked by, she appeared busy. When co-

workers wandered by, she did the same. And when the office

phone finally rang, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She

answered with all stutters and nerves. But it was strictly business

and not anyone from Conquest.

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By the time four thirty came around, she was so wound up

she felt like she needed a stiff drink. She’d checked and rechecked

her voice mail on her cell phone, triple checking that she hadn’t

somehow missed a phone call. There were no messages, though. No

missed phone calls. For whatever reason, the woman hadn’t called.

She pondered this as she gathered her things and left the

office. Why hadn’t she called? Did she not get the message?

Maybe no one was at Conquest until evening. That was possible.

She tried to relax a little, allowing that excuse to swim around in

her brain for a while. If worse came to worst, she could always

just go back over there.

Could I?

What about tonight?

No, not tonight. Give her a chance to call first.

She wound her way through the parking lot and found her

car. She had just pressed the button on her keyless remote when

she heard some snickers coming from nearby. Three of her co-

workers were leaning against a car, cigarettes in hand, smirks on

their faces.

“Hey, Mary, how’s it going?”

She wanted to just lower her head and get inside the car like she

usually did. She hated these guys, these three assholes in particular.

Her instincts told her they were probably the ones behind the joke

even though they hadn’t been included in the original deal to meet

her there. She wouldn’t have gone if they had been.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

She tossed her shoulder bag onto the passenger seat and

straightened, staring into the evening sun.

“Home.” She straightened her clothes just like she often did

when nervous.

“Home? That’s what you say every night, Mary. Don’t you

have a life?” They laughed softly as the leader, Wade, sucked

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hard on his cigarette, as if amused by himself. She watched his

cheeks cave in and she wished like hell his whole face would

follow, sucked into some nameless void to be gone forever.

“I have a perfectly nice life,” she said, her anxiety causing

her words to sound hollow and weak.

“I bet you do,” Wade said, elbowing the asshole next to

him. He pushed himself away from the car and came toward

her. “I bet you got a real nice life. See, everyone else thinks you

don’t. They think you’re boring and uptight. A real meek little

bitch.”

The words stung as if she’d been slapped. Still, she tried

to hide it by squaring her shoulders and clenching her jaw. She

hoped he didn’t notice her trembling.

Tears fought to surface.

She hated this about herself. No matter how strong and

confident she felt inside, her body always snapped and rattled

like a weak twig in the wind.

Wade seemed to eat it up as he drew closer. “But I disagree. I

stick up for you, Mary. Because I know you. I know that beneath

that uptight little exterior lies a lioness. A real sex kitten.”

Laughter erupted and Wade cocked his head a little, as if

waiting to see if she might be amused.

Mary shook with anger and embarrassment. She couldn’t

speak. Couldn’t move. She just stood there and took it, trying her

damndest not to cry.

Wade reached out and touched her face with rough feeling

knuckles. The cigarette smoke burned her eyes. She flinched and

drew back, and this time he laughed along with his buddies.

“Go on home, Mary. Before the big bad wolf gets you.”

He turned and walked back to his friends who continued to

laugh. As she climbed in her car and wiped her eyes she heard

him say, “No way, man. She didn’t go. I’d bet my life on that.”

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She wished he really had bet his life on it, and she thought

about that the entire drive home, crying and shaking and yelling

at herself. Why couldn’t she stand up for herself? Why did her

voice always falter, caving in to tears and other emotion?

She had no answers, and when she got home, she changed

her clothes and busied herself cleaning. She was wound up and

angry, mostly at herself for taking Wade’s shit. She should’ve

slapped him. Or grinned back at him and given him a smart

response. She should’ve done something, anything. But all she’d

done was stand there like an idiot.

After cleaning the kitchen counters and dusting and

vacuuming, she settled down on the couch and stared at her

phone. There had been no calls. The television offered no

answers and no entertainment. The woman still saturated her

mind, bleeding through Wade and his bullying, saturating him

completely to where he was helpless and unable to harm her

in her mind. She imagined the woman confronting him, giving

him a powerful punch and a good talking to. Then she imagined

her wrapping her arm around her protectively before leading her

away to safety.

The woman could handle Wade. Probably put him to his

knees. She’d love to see that.

Mary picked up her phone and took a deep breath as she

redialed the club. This time someone answered, a gruff sounding

man, and she almost hung up.

“Yeah? Hello?”

She closed her eyes and forced herself to speak. “Yes, hi. I

called earlier and left a message. My name is Mary. I’m looking

for the woman I, uh, met with last night. She’s taller and blond

and—”

“Yeah, yeah hang on a sec.”

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Her heart thundered. There was muffled movement and she

could hear his voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Her heart stilled and fell when it was him who came back on.

“Yeah, Mary is it?”

“Yes.”

“She ain’t here.”

“Oh. Well, when will she be there?”

“She doesn’t keep a schedule, sweetheart. This ain’t a

doctor’s office. We don’t take appointments.”

“Oh.” She felt foolish but still at a loss. “Is there any way she

could call me back?”

“I’ll give her the message. But I wouldn’t hold my breath.”

There was a click and a sharp dial tone.

It seemed to exemplify her day. Sighing, she sunk further

into the couch and closed her eyes.

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ChapteR Five

Jude entered the club by the back door and strode

purposely to her room. The heavy throb of the music and

the electricity from the pleasure seeking patrons felt charged and

thick as she wove between sweaty bodies.

Some reached out for her and spoke, turned on and surprised

at her civilian attire. But their hungry fingers and hungry come-

ons fell short of truly touching her, just like they always did.

She recognized a few of those hungry faces, but she had no

interest, knowing a sensitive little fuck here and there wouldn’t

do. No, not tonight.

Even the ones that dressed the part and talked the talk and

thought they wanted a real, true fuck couldn’t handle her at full

force. And she was in no mood to cater to their sudden tender

needs or “my husband doesn’t want me” tears.

She strode confidently, ignoring them all as she headed

for her room. Once inside, she closed the door, locked it, and

then stripped out of her clothes. What she needed tonight wasn’t

lingering in the hallway, batting long lashes or pushing out amped

up breasts in new leather vests. As she opened her duffel bag and

stepped into her leather garb, she tried to imagine what exactly it

was she did need. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she

knew the second she saw it, she’d know.

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Her imagination soared as she continued to get ready,

doing her hair and spraying on cologne. The woman she needed

would be consumed in a halo of light as she entered the club, a

dangerous look in her eye and a purpose in her step. She’d push

all others aside with her brazen confidence and walk right up to

Jude, daring her.

Jude would take that dare, slam her against the wall, and

conquer her right there in front of the others. She’d bite into her

neck and—a familiar cry of firstborn lust echoed through her head.

She tried to shake it away, but it kept coming, this time along with

the pale, smooth, giving flesh beneath her hungry teeth.

It was Mary’s cry.

Mary’s flesh.

Mary.

Mary had taken her full on and had begged for more. She’d

come for her again and again.

And Jude had let her touch her, taking her hands within

the first few minutes and insisting on it. Jude had never wanted

anyone’s touch before, not at Conquest, and she’d never allowed

it. But Mary was different. She’d wanted her touch.

She steadied herself against the dresser as she remembered

how she’d almost come in her hand. Sweet, innocent Mary had

stroked her aching flesh and stared into her face like she was God.

And it had almost shattered her to pieces. It was why she’d made

her stop.

It had taken years to pick those pieces up, and it no doubt

would again, no matter how beautiful and pleasurable the pieces

were, even if they were brought about by Mary. She couldn’t risk

that loss of control again. She couldn’t allow someone else to

slip inside her chest and command the beating and feeling of her

heart. It had hurt too much before and the puppeteer of her heart

had turned on her, slashing and squeezing her heart, leaving it

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murdered and useless, a dead lump inside her. Just thinking about

it again caused a cold sweat to break out over her. She had to

remind herself that she was okay now, her heart fine and though

scarred, recovered and functioning. Her one and only relationship

was long past and she pushed it from her mind, refusing to think

of her ex. That refusal was how she’d survived and that wasn’t

about to change now.

A series of loud knocks came from the door, tearing her from

her thoughts. She was grateful for the distraction. Her leather vest

and pants felt cool and snug against her skin as she moved and

when she opened the door she saw Cord standing there looking

at her in his boorish manner, fists at his side, moisture crowning

his brow. His coarse chest hair fought against the leather pressing

into his broad but somewhat flabby pectorals. Vodka and sweat

permeated around him.

They rarely spoke and when they did it wasn’t without

important purpose. He thrust his hand forward and she caught

sight of a piece of paper wadded up in his palm. She took it and

opened it, knowing at once what it was. Cord, too, acted as if it

were old news.

“She’s called a few times. Left messages. Sorta hyper.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

He left her there alone in her room, blue and red bulbs

bleeding. She closed the door and sat on her bed. The paper read,

Mary Brunelle from last night. Wants you to call her, in Cord’s

barely legible handwriting. A phone number was scribbled below

it. She ran her thumbs over it recalling Mary and everything that

had come with her. The innocence, the sincerity, the trepidation.

Her moans, her cries, and her orgasmic pleas. She would love

to have her again. The mere thought alone slammed her blood

through her body in a maddening pace, even more so than her

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fantasy only moments before. The reaction wasn’t welcomed,

and she didn’t allow it to continue for more than a few seconds.

She’d been battling it all day long and had hardly slept when

she’d finally arrived home the night before.

Rising, she crumpled the paper and tossed it in the corner

bin. She’d tell Cord to ignore any messages from her, just as she

did all the others.

This was why she had rules.

Mary Brunelle was dangerous, intentionally so or not.

And from here on out, she was off limits.

Another knock sounded and relief pushed out with her breath

as she opened the door. Finally. A distraction.

“Hi.” The blonde was short and fit, still dressed in the suit

she’d probably worn to work. Her perfume was strong, a lot like

her attitude and eager confidence. There was no halo of light, but

it wasn’t needed. Jude saw all she needed to see in the determined,

keen glimmer of her eyes.

“Come in.” Jude moved aside and watched as the blonde

strode past. She’d had her several times before, forcefully, holding

her up against the wall, legs splayed, sharp high heels pointed

outward while she called out to God, the large dildo forcing her

in and pulling her out with its thick mass.

Oh fuck yes, she would do. She would have to do.

“Where do you want me?” she asked with a coy look on her

well made up face.

Jude clenched her jaw and shoved Mary from her mind for

the umpteenth time.

“Everywhere.”

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ChapteR six

Class. Mary wasn’t looking forward to it.

It was round two of Spanish and something she had to

take for work. The company was starting to advertise as bilingual,

and it was either jump on board or jump ship. So she’d jumped

on board hesitantly and was still clinging to her life vest. The

good news was she was supposed to get a decent sized raise after

completion of four classes, so she was keeping her eye on that,

plus the fact that she’d hopefully be somewhat fluent in Spanish

by the end of it all.

It really wasn’t that awful and she’d actually enjoyed the

first class and had learned quite a bit. She’d taken the first class

online, only going to the campus to take her final exam. This

round was an on-campus class, and she was more than a little

nervous. But at the very least it got her out of work a little early.

Anything was worth that. Even a nerve-racking hour and a half at

the college four days a week.

She kept telling herself that as she walked to class. Numerous

others passed her by, and she knew that normally she’d be staring

at the ground, avoiding gazes and hellos. But all she could think

about was class ending so she could swing by Conquest.

To her dismay, the woman from the club hadn’t called. Mary

had sat by the phone all night long, watching reruns well into

morning. Finally, she’d drifted off to sleep only to dream about

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her. When she’d awakened, she was convinced they had met up

again. Only after a long, hot shower did she realize it had only

been a dream. Disappointment had weighed her down after that.

She couldn’t seem to shake it. Why hadn’t she called? Mary had

gone over it repeatedly in her mind. Surely she’d received the

message by now. Surely.

And yet, no call.

By the time four thirty had rolled around she’d tossed her cell

into her purse, refusing to keep staring at it. She’d have to take

matters into her own hands and just drive back over to Conquest

after class.

But what if the woman called while she was in class? She

wouldn’t be able to take the call.

The door banged shut behind her as she entered a large

lecture hall. All heads turned to face her and she lowered her gaze,

refusing to meet their stares as she wound her way to a seat in the

middle. She settled in and willed the heat in her face to disperse

as she dug out her cell phone and placed it on silent mode.

With her palms on the desktop, she forced herself to calm

down and think of nothing but her encounter at Conquest. If the

woman called while she was in class, she would quickly excuse

herself and leave the room to answer. She was suddenly giddy

at the thought of her calling. How quickly hope had come again

and it left her feeling sure the woman would call. She would be

done with her day job—surely she had a day job—and she would

be heading to Conquest for another night of seduction. She’d get

Mary’s message and immediately call, having been just as moved

by their encounter as Mary had been.

Yes, and then they’d meet and fall into each other’s arms and

make love for hours, declaring their need for each other the entire

time. They’d confess they never could be apart and that they

should live together in a cottage off the lake where they could lie

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together in front of the fire and make love out in the water under

a moonlit sky.

As ridiculous as she knew it was, it didn’t stop her from

thoroughly enjoying the fantasy. She nearly sighed as she

continued to dream, cheek resting in her hand. Her blissful

thoughts were interrupted by a man walking in and placing a book

bag on the front desk. He moved quickly, almost too quickly for

his small stature. And when he spoke, the words tumbled out just

as fast. Mary fished out a notebook and wrote down the info the

man had written on the board. His name was something Mary

couldn’t even pronounce and this was his first class ever. A few of

the students made snide comments, but the man wouldn’t hear of

it. He flashed a smile after he finished with the board and then got

busy passing out the syllabus. Mary nearly groaned as she read

it over and noted all the vocabulary quizzes. She did groan when

she came across the oral participation and oral presentations.

She wondered if she could get out of it. Maybe take the

course online again. Damn it, no. They didn’t offer one. And the

oral participation was probably why.

She had to find a way around it. It was making her throat

tighten just imagining it. The vocabulary she could do. Answering

a question or two in class she could manage to suffer through. But

oral presentations? Oh Jesus—

She couldn’t do this. She’d throw up the second she had to

stand to speak. She had to talk to the teacher to find out if this

was absolutely mandatory. She glanced at the front of the room,

hoping to find him alone and easy to approach. But he wasn’t

alone, and her worried heart froze in her chest.

There was a woman. Standing there talking to her teacher.

She looked like—was—oh God—she was tall and blond with a

similar haircut, and when she turned—oh God, she had the same

sharp cheekbones.

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Mary gripped the top of her desk, desperate to hang on.

Her teacher stood smiling, nodding his head in a slow and

maddening way. Mary couldn’t take it. Her breathing grew quick

and sharp, causing the woman next to her to turn and stare.

Mary was dizzy with blood-thrumming excitement, and

her teacher finally introduced the woman. Professor something.

Mary strained to hear. Goddamn it, speak up! He continued. She

was a professor. Professor Jaeger. Head of the foreign language

department. He wrote it on the board.

Oh God. Was this happening? Was it really her?

And then she spoke and Mary about fell from her chair as

that thick German accent poured out in heavy power and grace. A

whimper of sheer passionate recall escaped Mary, and she slapped

her hand over her mouth, hoping no one had heard. But it was

too late. The entire class was staring at her. Including Professor

Jaeger.

Mary tried to look away, her embarrassment demanding it

of her, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from Professor Jaeger.

And for a moment it seemed as though the professor couldn’t

look away either. Their eyes were locked, and for the briefest of

seconds, just at the initial glance, Mary saw that she recognized

her. Her chiseled face went slack and her cheeks tinged slightly.

But a half second later she recovered with a stone-like look,

taking in Mary just like the others, as if she were merely an

observer, wondering what the crazy student in the center of the

room was making a fuss about.

Slowly, the class began to look forward again, shaking Mary

off like the kind of minor and brief nuisance a car alarm would

draw. Her teacher did the same and so did Professor Jaeger,

speaking as calmly as she had that night at Conquest, giving

instruction and encouraging students to come see the faculty if

they were in any way struggling.

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Mary squirmed and thought about the kind of help she

needed.

It brought that hot pressure between her legs. It was a feeling

she’d felt for the first time at Conquest, and she knew she’d feel

it frequently from here on out. The path had been cleared for it

and another rush of it came as she continued to watch Professor

Jaeger.

She had on black slacks, black dress shoes, and a tight-fitting

pale blouse. Her hair was worn down and over in the front, giving

her a softer, more professional look. Small hoop earrings framed

her face. She looked good, classy. And still incredibly sexy.

Mary sat there eating Professor Jaeger alive with her eyes

as if no one else in the room existed. She almost growled like a

hungry dog possessively fastened to a bone. She dared anyone

around her to rattle her or to speak to the professor. She’d pounce

for sure.

Professor Jaeger. Jaeger. Mary said it over and over again in

her mind. She liked the way it flowed, the way it seemed to have

a taste to it. She imagined saying it just before taking her into her

mouth.

Movement broke her thoughts. Professor Jaeger took a seat

near the front desk, crossing her long legs to observe as Mary’s

teacher began class.

Mary tried to pay attention, but it was impossible. She could

only stare at the back of Professor Jaeger’s head and wait. Time

ticked by slowly, painfully. Each second hurt, stabbing anticipation

into her gut just like the clicking of a climbing rollercoaster.

Professor Jaeger was motionless, watching their teacher as

he went over the synopsis and the first few pages of the textbook.

She didn’t seem fazed, didn’t move an inch. How could she be

so still? How could she not turn to glance at Mary knowing she

was there?

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Mary willed the clock onward, but inside she was in turmoil

over what she would say when the chance arrived.

Words played through her mind. “Hi? Hello? Remember

me? Because I sure as hell remember you. Take me home. Make

me yours. I am yours. Completely. Oh God, just touch me again.”

She nearly cried out again as if she’d spoken the words

aloud. But more shocking was their meaning and truth, and she

worried they would shock Professor Jaeger too.

She sounded crazy and over the top, but she couldn’t help

herself. It was like her mind and body were suddenly controlled

by someone else. Or something else.

The word lust came to mind as she doodled in her notebook,

making the same pressured marks again and again. Time ticked

on and she refused to watch the clock. When she did finally

look up again, Professor Jaeger was gone. Panicked, Mary stood

and searched desperately. She had to be there. Somewhere. The

corners. Behind the board. By the door. But she was nowhere to

be seen.

The class was repeating vocabulary words in a muted drone,

sounding like an old Spanish speaking machine. The professor

seemed to have vanished in the drone.

Those around Mary once again craned their heads to stare

at her. The teacher, too, stopped speaking and looked at her

questioningly.

“Is there a problem?”

Mary felt her blood drop to her feet. “No.” The digital clock

showed ten minutes to go. She couldn’t wait that long. She had to

find her. “I mean yes. I need to be excused. Please.”

The teacher lowered the book in his hands and gave a quiet,

somewhat stunned nod. Mary hurried to gather her things. She

left the class as they began to drone again, one Spanish noun after

another.

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In the hallway she froze, unsure which way to go. She still

didn’t know what she was going to say, but it didn’t seem to

matter because her body just kept moving, regardless.

This was all new turf to her. These weren’t the unsure and

uneasy feelings about the near future; those were old news. But

this unshakable drive was new. This need and urge and ability to

push on when the outcome was completely unpredictable. This

was definitely new, and she seemed unable and unwilling to stop

it. She hurried to her right and nearly sprinted as she searched. A

few people were mingling here and there, but there was no sign

of Professor Jaeger.

She headed out of the building and into the setting sun. Her

breath came in short bursts as she thought. Where could she be?

Maybe she’d already left. No. Mary wouldn’t let herself think

that way yet. She had to keep looking. The sun glinted off the sign

of the next building. It held the faculty offices. With a big inhale,

she marched up to the door and entered.

The building was quiet. All she could hear was the gentle

circulation of air, like the sound of a silent airplane cabin in mid

flight. She grew more nervous, as if everyone in their office had

heard her enter. To her relief, no one appeared and she hurried to

the directory where she quickly scanned for her name. She found

it at once.

Professor Jude Jaeger. Director of Foreign Language.

Jude. Mary ran her fingertip over the name as her mind

played with it. So strong and sexy. She imagined calling it out in

the darkest of nights.

Mary lowered her hand and headed toward the proper wing.

She was nervous, yes. Now more than ever. But she was more

nervous about finding Jude already gone. She’d just found her

treasure and to think it might have re-buried itself in an unknown

and unmapped land nearly panicked her.

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She quickened her step and counted off door number after

door number. The closer she got, the more her adrenaline surged,

until eventually she was heated and sweating and standing dead

center in front of the correct doorway.

Jude was behind her desk, a Styrofoam cup of contents

unknown paused mid movement in her hand. She stared at Mary

but made no motion to move or react.

“Hi.” The word came out on a shaky exhale and Mary

stumbled over her feet as she came to the doorway. The word

ridiculous came to mind as she forced a smile and tried to act

suave. She ran a hand through her hair and eased a jittery hand in

her pocket. “I’m glad I found you.”

Jude took a sip from the cup and set it down. Her eyes had

drifted down to her desktop where she began shuffling papers.

“How can I help you?” She didn’t look up.

Mary fought chewing on her bottom lip. She was stumped.

“I don’t need any help. I mean, not like you mean. Don’t you

remember me?”

“From?”

Was she really doing this? Acting like they’d never met?

Mary took another step. “From Conquest. From the other

night. We—”

Jude rose and hurriedly stalked toward her. Mary held her

breath as she drew close then leaned over her to push the door

closed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it so loud. I just thought—”

“You just thought what?” Jude was holding the doorknob,

her face etched in stone.

Mary found herself blinking. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know.”

“No, I mean yes. I tried to call you. Left you messages. Why

didn’t you call me?”

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Jude laughed and Mary felt foolish and frustrated. What the

hell was so funny?

“What makes you sure I even got the message?” She released

the doorknob and rounded Mary to lean back against the door,

arms crossed over her chest. As sexy and domineering as she still

was, Mary noticed that she looked tired.

“Because I left a lot of messages and one of them was with a

man who said he’d give it to you. I just wanted to talk.”

“Why?”

Mary searched for words. Jude was quicker.

“I don’t talk, Mary.”

“You do remember me.” Her chest swelled and tiny little

butterflies batted around her heart at hearing her name.

Jude’s face clouded. “I don’t talk. I don’t date. I don’t play

little, what do you call them? Lovey-dovey games.”

“I don’t want to play games. I want you.”

Jude pushed off from the door. Mary stared at her arms,

wanting to trace the lines of her veins with her lips, wanting to

feel the heavy weight of her breasts again, wanting to kiss away

the strained look on her face.

“Go, Mary.”

“But I—”

“Go.”

“Can I see you again? If not here, then at the club?”

Jude looked incredulous. “Have you not heard me? There

will be no seeing me.”

“At Conquest. I will go there.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Then you’ll have to have them stop me.” The words

just jumped out and into a hurried sentence. Her heart was

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pounding as if her life depended upon seeing Jude. No meant

certain death. And she’d fight like mad to make sure her heart

kept beating.

“Why are you doing this?” Jude was watching her, eyes

narrowed.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you and the way you

made me feel.” Her voice gave and she looked away. Emotion

was welling in her chest, causing it to burn. When she looked

back up at Jude, it was through tears. “I just can’t stop.”

A heavy silence fell over them. Mary had said her piece and

yet the yearning and uncontrollable feelings were still churning

inside. With Jude standing there in front of her, so close, she felt

like she was going to combust if she didn’t touch her.

Mary stared into her eyes, desperate to reach her. “Tell me

you didn’t feel the same. Tell me you haven’t thought of me or

that you truly don’t ever want to see me again. Tell me that and

I’ll go.” But just saying those words aloud threatened to shatter

her. She’d fall to pieces right there in front of Jude with no way of

putting herself back together again. The possibility terrified her,

but she stood tall, willing to take the risk. If Jude didn’t want to be

with her again then she needed to know. But was there any way

back from emotional death?

“Tell me.”

Jude returned her stare, her face rock hard, showing no

sign of what she was thinking or feeling. The pulse in her neck

jumped, and Mary reached out to touch it. Jude caught her by the

wrist and held her.

“Let me touch you,” Mary said softly.

“I cannot.” But Jude’s voice, too, had changed, like a link in

her strong chain of control had given.

Mary reached up with her other hand and brushed her hot

cheek. Jude shuddered and caught her again by the wrist. Mary

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saw it then. The look she’d been dreaming about. It nearly melted

her.

“Jude—”

But her words were muffled by a sudden move on Jude’s

part. Jude had turned and pressed her against the door, holding

her hands captive over her head. After locking the door, she stared

into Mary’s eyes while struggling for breath.

“You want me,” Jude said.

“Yes. More than anything. I—”

Jude smothered her mouth with her own, her lips so blissfully

hot Mary nearly melted beneath her. She moaned at the contact,

completely overwhelmed and surprised. This was what she’d

dreamt of, longed for, and now that she had it she could hardly

keep from fainting under Jude’s kiss. “Jude,” she said, sighing

into her, wanting so much more.

Jude met her wish and granted it, pressing into her further

and thrusting forward with her agile tongue. Mary returned the

kiss and Jude took control again at once, capturing Mary’s tongue

and sucking on it, letting it slide in and out of her warm mouth.

Then her own tongue came again, stronger than ever, exploring

Mary with a vengeance, as if she and not Mary was the one

clinging to life, completely dependent on their fiery physicality.

Jude plunged back into her and released her wrist to shove her

hand between her legs. Wearing a skirt, Mary opened her legs

to allow her easier entry. Jude rubbed her fingers against Mary’s

aching flesh, touching her through her panties. Mary moaned into

Jude’s mouth, desperate for more. Jude answered by releasing

her completely to hurriedly shove her skirt upward. Then, pulling

away from the kiss, Jude eased her hand into Mary’s panties.

“Wet,” Jude said.

Mary cried out, loud and loaded with coiled erotic energy.

Jude tensed and covered her mouth, then stuck her fingers over

Mary’s bottom teeth to rest on her tongue.

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“Suck them,” she whispered, staring into Mary’s eyes. “Suck

them while I touch you.” And she rubbed her quicker, gliding her

fingers along her clit, which was slick and coated with her wetness.

Mary could feel it saturating, feel it pooling and touching her

upper thighs. Each stroke seemed to milk more of it, and it was

out of her control, coming forth in hot wave after wave. It was the

same feeling she’d had at Conquest. Like her flesh needed Jude,

wanted to consume her by wrapping itself around her. Mary’s

knees bent and her hips began to buck on their own accord. She

groaned as she sucked on Jude’s fingers.

“This is what you want?” Jude asked, her eyes fierce and

beautiful.

Mary nodded.

Mary tried to groan and tried to speak, but Jude stopped her

by pulling her fingers from her mouth. They were wet as they

pressed against Mary’s lips, silencing her.

“Shh. You must be quiet.” She said this as her fingers slid

inside Mary, hinging her. Mary shut her eyes while the fingers

against her lips muffled her cry.

“Here,” Jude said. “Like this.” She lowered her hand from

her mouth to grab Mary’s. Then she pressed Mary’s fingers to her

lips where hers had just been. Mary opened her eyes and watched

as Jude leaned in and licked her lips through her fingers, her other

hand sliding up into her hole, again and again. Jude continued

to kiss her, sucking her mouth in bits and pieces, lining Mary’s

fingers with her tongue. All the while the fucking continued, up

and hard and slick until the small noises from Mary could no

longer come, eaten up by the roughness of her pleasure-plowed

throat.

“There it is,” Jude said. “Take what you came for. Take it,

Mary.” She shoved upward with each word then engulfed Mary’s

mouth with her own. Harder and harder until Mary, losing all

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control of herself, grabbed Jude’s head and held her to her as she

came, coming in her mouth with a desperate, hungry tongue and

struggling breaths.

She came, she came, she came, unable to get enough. As if

Jude were an illusion and about to dissipate into the nothingness

that was her life. She clung to her, with her hands and with her

center, until Jude tore herself away, flushed and desperate for air.

She stared at Mary for a few moments and then came at her again.

The fierceness of her eyes had returned, wolf-like, locked in on

her prey. She took Mary’s hand and tugged her from the door. She

spun her around and backed her to the desk where she cupped her

hips and lifted her, bringing her to rest on piles of papers and files.

“Lie back,” she said, pushing gently on her sternum. Mary

eased back, her heart still hammering from the orgasm. Jude

shoved upward on her skirt and wrapped her hands around her

upper thighs to tug her forward. Then with one last hungry look,

she pulled her panties aside and buried her face in her, heavily

licking her soaked and overly sensitive flesh.

Panting, Mary held Jude’s head and strained to watch as she

was devoured first by Jude’s tongue and then by her whole mouth.

When she began to make noise, Jude reached up and plunged her

fingers over Mary’s bottom teeth again, easing them in and out

as Mary sucked and Jude’s mouth tugged. Files shifted beneath

them; papers fell to the floor. Jude kept pushing, as if Mary were

wriggling and hard to get hold of. Mary’s legs trembled and her

fingers tensed so hard they felt fused to Jude’s head. Something

else fell. It sounded like a keyboard. Jude started to hum and

moved her head faster from side to side, pausing only for a

millisecond to smack her lips away for a long breath. When she

came back the last time, she once again shoved her fingers deep

inside and pulsed five times hard and quick, sending Mary over

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Mary lifted, her body stiff with pleasure, and she rocked

like that, sucking on Jude’s fingers as Jude fucked her and fed

from her. Her insides tried to push out, her body tried to cave in

around Jude. Her shoes fell from her feet. And still she rocked,

suspended, floating through heaven. Longer and longer, so good,

so good. And then it was gone, torn from her chest in a ragged,

barely audible groan. She fell limp onto the desk and Jude eased

up from between her legs. She could’ve lain there and enjoyed the

post orgasmic bliss, but there was something else on her mind.

“Jude.”

Mary sat up and watched as Jude began straightening her

clothing. Mary stood and hurried to do the same. She adjusted

her panties and fixed her blouse and skirt. She hurried to Jude and

tried to kiss her. Jude did so only briefly, and Mary tried to touch

her face, but Jude caught her wrist.

“What’s wrong?” Mary asked. She searched Jude’s blank

but beautiful golden irises. Jude was gone. Already. That quickly.

Mary panicked. “Jude?” She lowered her hand and pressed against

Jude’s covered flesh. Jude tensed, sucked in a rapid breath, and

clenched her jaw. She tried to remove Mary’s hand.

“Please let me touch you,” Mary said. “Please. It’s all I want.”

“I thought you got what you wanted.”

Mary shook her head. “Not all of it.” She stroked Jude up

and down, feeling the warmth of her flesh beneath her slacks.

“Please.”

Jude stopped her and her lashes fell closed over her eyes.

Mary studied her and then removed her hand. When Jude looked

up, Mary nearly gasped at the pain she saw swimming around her

pupils.

“I cannot,” Jude said sounding defeated and wounded. She

backed away and unlocked the door. When she held it open, she

looked back at Mary, the meaning clear.

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“I don’t want to go,” Mary said, feeling her throat burn with

tears. “I want you, Jude.”

“Go, Mary,” she whispered.

“Please.”

Jude avoided her gaze and Mary felt the air take on a sudden

chill, as if all their heated passion had simply breezed out the

open door. Mary wanted to remain, to slam the door and hold

Jude’s face and tell her she would spend eternity getting to know

her. That they had all the time in the world and that Mary wanted

to please her, touch her, love her. That she would never stop.

Never, ever stop.

“You must go,” Jude said, forcing her back to reality.

Mary started to protest, but the phone on the desk rang. Jude

released the door and stepped over to answer it. Her back was

to Mary as she began speaking to someone in German. Mary

stepped into her shoes, made her way to the door, waited, and

when Jude didn’t turn to see her off, she left and walked slowly

into the fresh night.

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ChapteR seven

Jude Jaeger wasn’t the type to let her mind wander. But that

was exactly what it was doing. Again and again it went to

her past, replaying all the intense feelings she’d had during her

previous relationship. Why now? But the answer was also the

other subject taking up room in her mind. Mary. The woman was

causing all sorts of turmoil in her normally guarded soul and she

wasn’t sure what it meant or what to do about it.

“Damn.” She rose to face the window, folding her arms

across her chest as she stared through the blinds into the sunny

student parking lot. A few young men and women strolled toward

their vehicles, heads down, heavy looking backpacks bowing their

forms. It was a hot day and only the beginning of fall semester.

She should have a million other things on her mind.

But there was only Mary.

“Hey, here’s your green tea Frap.”

Startled, Jude turned and studied her colleague with

surprising poise considering she’d half expected it to be Mary,

showing up like she had a couple days before, demanding to see

her, to touch her, to reach in and stir her soul, while stirring her

life into one huge mess. But it wasn’t Mary and she had to get

herself together. She offered a smile. “Thank you.”

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“No sweat.” Her colleague Fran was a fellow teacher, tall

and brunette with almond eyes. She taught French and Jude had

known her for years. “You okay?”

Jude glanced down, noticed her own crossed arms, and

lowered them. “I’m fine.” She kept the smile and surprised herself

and Fran both by inviting Fran to sit. “Please.” She motioned

toward one of the two chairs in front of her desk. Hopefully, some

friendly conversation would keep her mind off Mary.

Fran settled in and sipped from her tall cup of coffee.

She crossed her lean legs and Jude wondered, not for the first

time, what she would be like to take in the heat of passion. She

wondered the same about most attractive women and she felt safe

in doing so. No one knew, and in the carnival of her mind, no one

got involved or hurt or cheated on.

Which was how she liked things. Simple, uninvolved,

efficient. But her mind wasn’t functioning so simply anymore.

Images of Fran quickly bled into images of Mary coming all over

her fingers as she fucked her up against the door.

“Jude?” Fran was looking at her, having obviously said

something.

“Hmm?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Jude forced herself to sit. She sipped her Frappuccino but

suddenly didn’t want it. Her stomach felt like it was churning

battery acid. “I’m fine,” she said again. But the clock on her wall

told her it was ten minutes until the start of Mary’s class. She

would be on campus now, possibly lingering. Her gaze drifted

to the open door for the umpteenth time that afternoon. But there

was no one there, just the quiet hallway.

“I’m used to you being a little reserved, but flat-out ignoring

me is something I have to take offense to.” Fran was smiling,

teasing. “But seriously, Jude, what’s going on? You look like

someone just punched you in the gut.”

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Funnily enough, that’s exactly how she felt. Mary had been

a sucker punch to her abdomen. The kind Harry Houdini died

from. She swallowed hard as she thought about it. Houdini was

the master of escape. But even he succumbed to the sucker punch,

unable to escape his own cruel destiny. What made her so sure

she could escape hers, whatever it may be?

“Jude?”

Because I make my own destiny.

Which was why she had rules. Why she never told anyone

at Conquest her name, why she usually never let anyone touch

her—

Fran was eyeing her, one brow arched, and Jude had to

interrupt her own self-berating.

“I feel a little…” But there were no words, just more images.

Mary.

Up against the door, on the desk, sucking on her fingers, moan-

ing, standing there with that sweet, sweet desperately hungry look.

“Ill?”

“Yes.” Why had she fucked her in her office? She’d broken a

cardinal rule. Never outside the club and never again if they were

too clingy.

“Maybe you should go home. Call it a day?”

She refocused on Fran instead of staring at the short stack

of files she and Mary had slid to the floor just days before. “I

cannot.” Her eyes nearly fluttered closed. She’d said the same to

Mary. Just like that. All soft and sad, like she could barely get the

words out.

“Well, you need to do something. You look like you’re going

to pass out. How many classes do you have left? I could cover

for you.”

“I need to check in on Guadalupe’s Spanish class and then I

plan on going home.” She didn’t want to check on that particular

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class, knowing Mary would be there, but she had to do her job.

Besides, Mary hadn’t come to find her again so maybe she’d

finally taken the hint. But would seeing her bring her running

back?

If I’m this bad with thinking about Mary, just how much is

Mary thinking of me?

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Fran set down her cup of coffee and folded her hands in her

lap. She sat and stared at Jude.

This was why Jude tried not to spend an extended amount of

time with her. Fran was a silent sleuth. Long, drawn out moments

of silence didn’t bother her, and she’d hold Jude’s stare for several

minutes at a time, waiting, searching, analyzing.

It was like being under a fucking microscope. One that could

see into her emotions as well as her cells.

Jude had to claw out of it before the heavy beam of Fran’s

eyes weighed her down.

Shouldering out of her cream blazer, she tried to change

her tone and sound upbeat. “The first week of classes is always

difficult.”

Fran replied quickly but didn’t move, her eyes still waiting.

“I know. I can’t believe August is here already. I swear it’s the

devil’s month. At least it is in Phoenix.”

“Yes.” Jude grabbed a file and pretended to organize her

desk. The silence was maddening.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Fran was unwavering.

Jude continued to push around files and class workbooks,

her insides burning, reliving what she’d done to Mary on the

desk. The images just kept coming, and she was sure Fran could

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see them, like a short movie on old film, clipped and stuttering,

one-second shots of her and Mary in different embraces.

Jude cleared her throat, thanked whatever gods there were

in the heavens she wasn’t the type to blush, and then checked the

doorway. This time Fran followed her line of sight and looked

over her shoulder. The hallway was still empty with only the

muffled sound of two others talking a few doors down. When

Fran returned to her original position, one in which she was

looking dead at Jude, she was slow to do so.

“Expecting someone?”

Jude reached for the Frap with the urge to occupy her mouth.

“Hmm? No.”

“Are you sure? Because I can come back later.”

Jude sipped heartily and shook her head. She needed Fran

to stop asking questions. The cup tipped as she returned it to her

blotter. Standing, she righted the cup and Fran tried to help clean,

but Jude shooed her hands away, wiping up the bit of whipped

cream and frozen green tea quickly with a napkin she had in her

desk.

I should keep the door closed. Closed and locked. Like I did

after she left.

“Jude.”

She stilled. Fran had gently clasped her wrist. She appeared

concerned, her classically beautiful face washed out with worry,

her eyes larger than usual.

“I’m fine,” Jude said automatically. But this time she felt her

cheeks heat and her pulse race. Being under the microscope was

getting to her regardless of her proud resolve.

“Yeah, I know. You’re fine,” she said carefully, as if she

understood and knew it had to be something they couldn’t speak

loudly about. “Please get some rest.” She gave Jude’s wrist one

last squeeze and turned and left, leaving Jude standing alone

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behind her desk, cold, soaked napkin in hand. She threw it away

and sank into her chair. This wasn’t like her. Wasn’t like her

at all. She was always the picture of poise no matter what the

situation.

She’d have to apologize to Fran even though she knew

she wouldn’t be able to come up with a reasonable excuse. Her

own behavior had never upset her before or caused her to worry

about explaining herself to others. It was no wonder Fran was

concerned. She was behaving like a paranoid imbecile.

With her head in her hands, she forced herself to take several

deep breaths. The air straightened her back and helped to clear her

mind. Everything was fine and was going to remain fine. She’d

just made one mistake, that was all. She grabbed her blazer and

shoulder bag. The Spanish class had already started, and she hoped

she could just slip in and sit for a while. As she strode toward the

class, she kept her eyes focused on her path. She didn’t look for

Mary, nor did she anticipate her stepping into view. She just kept

everything calm and smooth with her head held high just as she

always did. Today was just like any other day and she had to check

on this new Spanish teacher.

The back door to the classroom eased open quite noiselessly

when she entered, allowing her a stealthy entry. A few students

turned and eyed her as she slid into a desk in the last row. The

class was going over an assignment, and the instructor was calling

on a different student for each answer. Jude plucked out her pen

and notebook and began making notes. The instructor had the

class under control and he was doing well with explaining each

answer. Jude crossed her legs, settling in.

She didn’t see Mary right away and she didn’t allow herself

to look for her either. She told herself it didn’t matter and that

Mary was just another student. But despite her calm manner,

which lasted all of ten minutes, her spine tingled when she heard

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him call for Mary. And it felt like every hair on her body rose

when she heard Mary answer.

Jude scanned the classroom and found her several rows in

front of her and toward the right. If Mary looked over her left

shoulder, she’d have a clear line of sight to Jude. Thankfully,

she didn’t. The instructor praised her for the correct answer and

moved on. Jude’s eyes, however, remained fixed on her.

Mary was busy writing something in a notebook. Her hair

was down and it seemed to shimmer under the fluorescent lights.

It was the color of a desert brook with different shades of brown

sparkling under the sun as it flowed. Jude recalled the way it

smelled like jasmine and how it mixed with an earthy sweat when

she was hot with passion.

Mary scratched her cheek and Jude eyed her fingers and

traced down her arm with her gaze. She studied her blouse, which

was red and lead down to dark slacks. How many buttons did the

blouse have? Could she rip them all open with one lustful tear

like she had at Conquest? She’d had to give Mary a T-shirt to

wear home that night. She wondered if she still had it, wondered

if she slept in it.

Mary tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and Jude saw

the side of her face and a delicate slice of neck. She knew how it

tasted, how it quivered and gave slightly beneath her teeth while

Mary cried out in her ear.

Those cries, so fervent and virginal. Like no one on earth

had ever touched her or tasted her before. Like Jude was some

celestial body coming down from the heavens to ravish her.

Mary, open and dripping with hot arousal before Jude even laid

a finger on her.

Jude couldn’t make herself look away. Mary was completely

captivating. Jude’s body was reacting and she forced her mind

from the desire she felt for her to the reasons why. Why did Mary

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like her so much? Was it because she really was virginal and Jude

just happened to be the one to touch her? If so, then Mary was

simply confused, caught up in her first experience with a woman.

It happened all the time.

Women had liked her before, but usually it had to do with

those first time feelings and she’d been able to ward them off

quickly. Most had understood it was just for fun and only at the

club. But none of them had been as persistent and as persuasive

as Mary. And none of them had brought up feelings of the past,

forcing her to recall every single spark of lust and every single

stab of rejection. But Mary did and Jude shoved away the painful

recollection of being used and cast aside by her ex to concentrate

on the more beautiful sight before her, deciding to focus on the

lust rather than the pain.

Jude watched Mary closely, knowing she was more beautiful

than any woman she’d ever been with. She wanted to talk to her,

nuzzle her hair and neck. Lick the soft hairs near her ear to make

her shudder.

Mary turned a little then as if she weren’t quite sure if

someone had whispered her name. Jude held her breath and

studied the side of her face. Her cheeks colored as she seemed to

wait for the whisper to come again, staring at the side wall. Jude

knew then that Mary could feel her stare, feel it like her fingers

had just brushed along her jaw.

And then her eyes shifted and she turned some more, melting

a gaze right into Jude. Like a shot of strong whiskey, Mary’s eyes

burned her insides and Jude wanted to run right for her and slam

her with a powerful, all-consuming kiss. Mary seemed to see that

in her gaze because her mouth fell open at first with surprise and

then it set with that desperate, hungry look, telling Jude, “Yes,

come on. I want it.”

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Jude stiffened, trying to get control of herself. It was

impossible, the whole thing maddening, and Jude knew it. She

was only torturing them both. Hurriedly, she rose and left the

room, shoving her notes and pen in her shoulder bag as she went.

She crossed the lawn and headed toward the parking lot.

She couldn’t do this with Mary, or anyone. It only led to hurt

and betrayal, one always wanting more than the other. And she

wasn’t about to go through that again.

When she heard Mary calling after her, she quickened her

pace and didn’t dare look back.

But her mind kept repeating over and over again as she

drove, “Mary.”

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ChapteR eight

Mary sat staring at the phone while gnawing on the

cuticle of her middle finger.

Call her.

It was a never ending mantra in her mind. Call her call her

call her.

“Agh!” She picked up the receiver and pressed the speed

dial. The line to Conquest rang and rang. It was ten p.m. and she’d

already called three times and hung up before anyone could answer.

This time, though, the gruff man from before answered and she had

to cover the phone for a moment before she could speak.

“Yeah?” he said. “Hello?”

“Right, hello,” she said, her voice sounding annoying even

to her.

“Can I speak with Jude please?”

There was a crunching noise, like maybe he was eating ice.

“Jude?”

“Yes, Jude Jaeger.”

“There ain’t no one here by that name.”

Mary was baffled for a second. It had never occurred to her

that those that frequented Conquest like Jude might not know her

name.

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“Uh, she’s the tall blonde—”

“She’s busy.”

“Sorry?”

“She’s busy.”

“Well, can you give her a message?”

“Look, lady. You called here before, huh?”

He didn’t give her time to answer.

“We ain’t a doctor’s office and we ain’t an answering service.”

“Well, how…how does one see her…if they should want to.”

“You come in. If she wants you, you’ll know.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“You’ll know that too. Have a nice night.”

The click turned into an angry dial tone and she pulled

the phone away to grimace at it before turning it off. It was as

she’d suspected. She would have to go to Conquest herself if she

wanted to see Jude.

It didn’t help her nerves any, and she still wasn’t quite sure

what she was going to do. She’d been all ready to go to Conquest

the other evening, ready and determined to confront Jude and

declare her feelings. But after their tryst in Jude’s office, things

weren’t so clear anymore. Jude had taken her and it had been

beyond her fantasies, but she’d also closed off from her, telling

her she couldn’t see her.

She attacked the same poor cuticle again as she stood and

paced. Her head kept telling her to call and her heart kept telling

her to see her. But the part of her that worried, the part she couldn’t

ever seem to pin down to a specific area, that part was cautioning

her, telling her not to be the fool.

But a fool was what she already felt like. A stalker was the

label she was headed for. How would she feel if some creep kept

coming on to her, calling and showing up demanding to be seen?

She’d call the cops, no questions asked.

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So why was she doing this?

Because I can’t stop.

Great. Maybe she was a stalker. Someone unable to stop her

insane behavior.

She stopped and massaged her temples. The confusion lay

with Jude. Why did she take her in her office if she didn’t want

her? To get rid of her? That wasn’t likely, was it? Did Jude fuck

those she wanted to get rid of? The way she fucked, it didn’t seem

likely. It would only make people want to stay.

Jude had wanted to take her. She felt it in her touch, saw it in

her eyes, heard it in her voice.

She’d seen it and felt it earlier today in the classroom too.

The way Jude was looking at her, like she wanted to take her right

then and there. There was definitely an attraction.

They had fused. But Jude was fighting it.

She groaned and crossed the hall to her bedroom. If only she

could stop thinking about her. If only…

She stripped and crawled into bed. After extinguishing

the light she moved her hand down to between her legs. That

pressure was there, constant and pulsing, forcing her body to pay

attention. She could remember feeling something similar in her

teens, but she’d never done much about it. She’d been raised to

think that touching oneself in an erotic way was bad and even

disturbing. Only those with serious issues did such things, and

bad things would happen to them because of it. The gist of it had

been aimed at boys, but girls took it to heart too. The vagina was

no man’s land, and no one had better be touching it, boy or girl.

So she’d left herself virtually unexplored. She’d been with a

couple of men and they’d tried to do things to her, but she’d been

so turned off by their bodies and actions she’d hardly thought

of her own needs. She’d just wanted the situation over with so

they’d leave. If having to go through the relentless pawing and

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throat-clogging tongue kissing was what it meant to make love

and have an orgasm, she’d just as soon skip it. And she had.

Until Jude.

She closed her eyes and began to touch herself. Her body

relaxed and a deep sigh fell over her as her fingers traced through

her light hairs to her calling flesh. She sighed again as she found

her cleft and surrounded it with pressing fingertips. Jude’s face

came to mind and she gyrated her hand, slowly at first and then

with greater pressure and speed. She moaned as she remembered

the way Jude had kissed her up against the door, rimming her

fingers with her tongue and hungry lips. She remembered the

way she’d plunged fingers deep inside, making her come all over

her hand. And then finally, she remembered Jude’s hot mouth

fastened to her flesh, licking and taking, licking and taking.

Oh, sweet fuck, yes.

She’d never felt so alive, like she was electricity humming

through a wire. Never to stop flowing.

Never. Never.

She panted and began to call Jude’s name. Yes. Yes.

She had her now and had her power. It was in her hand and

in her mind.

And it was really fucking good.

She cried out and sat halfway up as the orgasm took hold of

her. The ceiling ebbed and flowed for a long while as she rocked

there in that state. When she finally fell back on the bed, her

breathing felt clear and raw like it did after a good run, and she

realized she’d just given herself a gift she’d been denying for far

too long.

Jude. Where have you been all my life?

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ChapteR nine

The woman was writhing beneath her, begging for it,

digging her nails into Jude’s back. Jude closed her eyes

and tried to concentrate on the moment and the woman, but her

head wasn’t in it. When she did manage to focus on her, all she

did was notice the unpleasant things about her.

Her skin smelled sickly sweet, like she’d put on way too

much scented lotion. It reminded Jude of her great-aunt and the

way she’d worn way too much lotion the last few years of her life.

Jude shook her head to try to get the thought from her mind. She

flexed her hips harder and quicker, pumping the woman insanely.

She would make her come and be done with her. There was no way

she was doing anything else with her. Not this one. Not tonight.

The woman screamed loudly as she came, and the harsh

noise from it made Jude’s ear ring.

Crawling from her, Jude looked down at her and tried hard

to find the sight hot and satisfying. The woman was on her back,

legs splayed, round tits buoying on her chest as she giggled.

Her heavy makeup was melting off her face with her sweat. She

looked like a macabre Barbie doll and Jude had to look away.

She busied herself removing the condom and the dildo as the

woman rose and dressed.

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“That was some fuck, baby,” the woman said, sounding like

a keyed up schoolgirl, one way too young for her realistic age of

forty-five-ish. “You do that kind of thing all the time, or am I just

special?”

Jude sat and wiped the dildo with antiseptic wipes. Christ,

now the insecurity questions as well? Was I good? Your best?

Have you had better? “You are special,” she said with no inflection

to her voice. The woman ate it up and even squeaked a little.

“I wish my husband could fuck like that. But he always

shoots way too early.”

Jude stopped her. “Nein. No more.”

The woman closed her mouth and then smiled. “Okay. I

don’t blame you, really. I wouldn’t want to hear all—”

Jude rose and slipped the straps off her hips. She’d remained

fully clothed, and she was especially glad she had. It took less

time to get rid of the woman and assured her cardinal rule of no

touching would be followed.

“You can go,” she said, holding the door for her. She was

usually a little friendlier, wanting the women to leave on pleasant

terms. Pleasure was, after all, what the whole thing was about. But

she found that she didn’t care with this woman and she wondered

why she’d fucked her at all.

To rid my mind of—

The woman was attractive enough, on a popular society

scale, and she’d been more than eager and willing. But Jude had

found the whole encounter boring and predictable.

Blonde woman with boobs is flirtatious. Blonde woman with

boobs gives herself over easily. Blonde woman with boobs makes

high-pitched squeaky noises of pleasure. Blonde woman with

boobs says things like, “Yes! Oh, give it to me good, baby doll!”

Blonde woman with boobs comes, breaks at least two fake nails

on Jude’s back, and then lays there humming.

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Now the blonde woman with boobs was giving her a

knowing and secretive smile. Her hand skimmed Jude’s cheek

and she stood on her toes to kiss her softly on the mouth. When

Jude didn’t respond with movement of her own lips, the woman

simply backed away and gave her a wink. She walked away

without any further comment, slinging a massive purse over her

shoulder, their brief encounter obviously not very meaningful

for her either. It was what it was. Short. Right to the point. No

strings.

Jude closed the door and continued to clean herself up.

Perhaps she was being too cynical. She’d never really thought

this much about her encounters before. As she wiped her face and

neck with a cleansing wipe, she knew the reason for the sudden

change. But she wasn’t allowing herself to go there. She would

just keep doing what she was doing. Someone was bound to come

along and shake up her world a little. Get things back on track.

After adjusting her hair and rinsing her mouth with a bit

of vodka, she sprayed on some cologne and remade her bed,

replacing the soft blanket the blonde woman with boobs had lain

on. And as she thought about it, she knew that two weeks ago

she’d have found at least some pleasure in making the woman call

her a baby doll. In fact, she probably would’ve loved it, fucking

her at least three times just to hear it.

She straightened her back and eyed her reflection. She

looked the same. Stoic, almost rigid, with a god-like bone

structure and spiked blond hair. But she was paler than usual with

dark brushstrokes under her eyes. They were perfectly shaped,

like someone had held her head and swept a delicate paintbrush

beneath them, leaving a perfectly shaped mark.

Lack of sunlight was probably the cause. She hadn’t been

getting out much. Hadn’t felt like taking her evening hikes after

work. All she’d been concerned about was work and coming to

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Conquest. The rest would have to wait until she felt more like

herself again. She could only hope it would be soon.

She opened the door and waited, cocking her head to listen

to the muted voices. There were groans, moans, laughter, and the

snapping of whips or crops or something leather. The hallway

was nearly empty, though, with only two bodies tangled into each

other toward the end.

Jude braved a step and then walked faster, pissed at herself

for being so damn paranoid. She strode to the end of the hall and

turned to face the main room. Her heart leapt and fell in a split

second. A woman was standing near the door. She was short with

brown hair. For a moment, Jude thought it was Mary. And for a

moment, she nearly died with fear and excitement.

She was breathing freely with relief when she felt a cold,

rough hand on her shoulder. She jerked a little and Cord removed

his hand, obviously worried about startling her.

He was quick to report, probably seeing the angry look on

her face.

“Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” He was sweaty like

always, as if his job consisted of standing over a grill for hours at

a time. She waited for his point.

“Thought you’d want to know that lady called again.”

She refused to blink or to show any sign of recognition.

“She asked to talk to you and said something about coming

here to see you.”

When she still didn’t respond, he hurriedly finished.

“I told her, I says look, this ain’t a doctor’s office and I ain’t

no answering service.” He laughed a little, amused at himself.

His smile fell when he once again met her gaze.

“Well, okay then.”

He left her then and headed back behind the bar. She stood a

moment longer, her insides rushing with adrenaline. Mary might

come. She had called again.

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Fuck.

She clenched her jaw and walked up to the woman by the

door.

“Hello,” she said, smelling the virgin on her at once.

“Hi.”

“Would you like to come back with me and get more…

comfortable? I promise I won’t bite.”

The woman laughed, full of nerves.

“I’m here to see—” She held up the card.

Jude moved away. The woman was taken and off-limits.

Fuming, Jude stalked to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka.

What the hell was she going to do? Sit and twiddle her

thumbs all night while she worried and waited for a previous fuck

to show? That wasn’t like her and the whole point of tonight and

the few nights previous were to keep her mind off—

She refused to think of her name.

Why couldn’t she just move the fuck on and not worry

about it? So what if she showed up? She’d tell her to fuck off and

continue to move on.

The shot glass felt cool in her hand and she downed the

liquid quickly with a snap of her head. It burned so lovely she

considered another.

Behind her, the main door opened and the men on the barstools

next to her did their general turn and stare. She didn’t bother.

Cord took her glass and stared at her. She played it off at

first, but when his eyes kept shifting to the door, she forced down

the sudden lump in her throat and turned.

Another brunette, the same height as the other had entered.

She was standing right next to her, face hidden in the shadows.

Jude’s heart leapt again and beat insanely within her chest.

It was just a trick. It wasn’t her. Just another woman who

resembled her. Calm down.

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But the woman stepped forward and spoke, sending Jude’s

heart and stomach into a spinning deadfall.

“Hello, Jude.”

It took a moment for Jude to react. When she did it was quick

and sharp and she grabbed Mary by the hand to lead her away

from the others. Mary stumbled along willingly, talking the entire

time.

“I’m glad you’re here. I didn’t think you would see me.

Thank—”

Jude reached her door and turned, covering her mouth quite

forcefully.

“Do not say my name!” She lowered her hand as it started

to tremble with her anger. She jerked Mary into the room and

slammed the door. Mary stood looking shocked, and she shook

her head and tried to explain.

“I’m sorry. I—”

“Enough!” Jude ran her hands through her hair and slapped

them on her thighs in frustration. She wanted to scream at her.

How dare she come here when she’d been told not to. How dare

she insist on seeing her, acting like a harmless little schoolgirl

who doesn’t know any better. How dare she use her name in front

of the others!

“I am so angry,” Jude said. “So, so angry. You have no idea,

do you?”

“I—”

“I’ve heard enough from you, Mary. Mary with your pretend

innocence and insistent little attitude.”

Mary stared at her for a long moment. “Why are you so

angry?”

Jude wanted to laugh but she was too shocked to do so.

“Why? Why do you think? Because you keep showing up.” Jude

groaned in frustration as her plan to tell Mary to fuck off floated

away. Nothing, it seemed, was simple when it came to Mary.

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Mary’s face reddened, and for a second Jude thought it would

crack and she would cry. But instead it contorted into obvious

anger.

“You think I want to bother you? Like this is some game and

I’m—I’m getting off on it?”

“Are you not?”

“No!”

“Then why?”

Mary grew still and stared at her again. The anger slowly

fell from her face and her body went slack. She seemed to have

trouble breathing and Jude again feared she would cry. A twinge

of guilt tried to make itself known, but she wouldn’t have it. A

twinge of surprise and panic came as Mary moved toward the

door.

“What are you doing?” Jude asked, more confused than ever.

Mary didn’t answer, just reached for the doorknob.

Jude pressed her own hand to the door, holding it closed.

“I’m trying to leave,” Mary said, avoiding her gaze. Her

voice was a whisper of defeat.

Jude inhaled deeply, the statement causing her body to

continue to react. Her heart raced and she felt what she could only

guess was disappointment and the fear of loss rushing through

her. She pressed harder on the door.

“No.”

Mary finally looked at her. Her eyes were liquid with tears.

“Don’t do this,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Just let

me go.”

“I cannot,” Jude said, her own throat tightening. She cringed

at her own words.

“You told me you don’t want me to come to you. I get it

now.”

Jude struggled for words. “Why did you not get it before?”

“Because a part of me wanted to believe you wanted me.

Despite what you said.”

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Jude fought for control within herself. Mary knew. She had

felt it. She knew Jude wanted her.

Let her go. Let her go and this can all be over.

But her hand remained pressed against the door and her heart

continued to thud madly and hotly within her chest. She inhaled

again, struggling for the strength to ease away from the door.

“Jude,” Mary said. “Let me go. Please, before I break down.”

Her breath shook with tears. She held out Jude’s T-shirt, having

had it tucked under her arm.

Jude inched closer, bleeding inside for causing her pain. She

felt her nostrils flare as she imagined Mary’s scent marking her

shirt after having slept in it all curled and warm in her bed.

“Mary.” She cupped her jaw and smoothed her thumb under

her eye. Mary trembled and blinked away the hurt. Her skin grew

hot and her eyes were serious with want.

Jude was lost now. Captivated. She wanted to kiss her. To

hold her warm lips with her own, tasting again and again. She

pulled her closer and lowered her hand to embrace her. She was a

blissful inch from her mouth when a banging came from the door.

Mary jerked and backed away and Jude angrily opened it,

expecting to find Cord relaying Mary’s presence to her even

though she was obviously already well aware.

“Hi.” It was one of her regulars, dressed in a leather vest and

faded jeans. Her crooked smile and heavy lidded eyes said she

was ready and willing to go, but Jude wanted nothing to do with

the ride.

“I am busy.”

The woman showed surprise and then caught sight of Mary.

“Oh.” Her eyes drifted back to Jude. “The sign says go, so I

thought—”

“The sign is wrong.”

“Okay. I can wait.”

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She leaned in a little as if trying to lure Jude further. Jude

tried to close the door, but Mary squeezed through.

“Excuse me,” she said, breezing past the woman. Jude

shouldered past her as well and hurried after Mary.

“Wait. Mary, wait.”

She was able to catch her gently by the arm as they stopped

in a dark corner. Around them the thump of the music did its best

to muffle out the laughter and moans coming from the walls. A

threesome was getting it on near the bar, and Jude watched as

Mary stared at them, arms crossed over her chest.

“You’re free,” she said, obviously detached from Jude and

the moment they had shared just moments before. “She’s waiting

for you.”

“Come back with me.” Jude tried to tilt her face toward her,

but Mary refused.

“She’s what you want isn’t she? Just a hot fuck.”

Jude felt stricken but she wasn’t sure why. The truth was the

truth.

Mary took her silence as an answer. “I thought so.” She

crossed to the door and Jude called for her one last time. As she

turned, Jude felt the other woman tug on her arm. Mary saw it

too, and when Jude made no move to get away from her, Mary

walked through the door leaving only the warm evening breeze

behind her.

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ChapteR ten

Mary answered the ringing phone lines one after the

other. She thanked each person for calling and then

placed them on hold. It was Monday, and Monday, as they say,

was a bitch.

“Thank you for holding, how can I help you?” She began

typing in the client’s account information as he relayed his

problem. It was typical Monday morning mumbo jumbo, and she

was able to work through the calls quickly.

The calls, though, were the least of her problems, and she

wished more would come in so she couldn’t think about anything

else. But co-worker asshole number two was back again and

leaning over her cubicle.

“Hey, Mary. Remember eight is late.”

She’d shown up at eight fifteen and it seemed everyone and

their mother had noticed. She wanted to groan. She was always

on time. Always.

She covered her mouthpiece and leaned toward him. “I clock

in at seven fifty-eight every morning. Do you?”

He didn’t. He was notoriously late, which, she figured, was

why he was picking on her.

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His cheesy smile vanished, but he didn’t leave. “Don’t get

your panties in a wad just because you’re late today, Mary.”

She glared at him. What an ass. His thick arms dangled over

her wall and she thought about grabbing them and pulling down

hard. Would he shriek? Yell? Curse? Cry?

“I’m just trying to help you out.” He smacked his gum, or

whatever it was he was chewing, loudly. He had a tiny drink

straw tucked behind his ear and he smelled like too much cologne

mixed with coffee.

To her dismay, he continued to hang there while she finished

her call.

“Hey,” he said softer, like he was telling her a secret. “We’re

gonna get together later in the week. Go back to that club we were

telling you about.”

She couldn’t help but laugh aloud and he looked a little

nervous for a second.

“Yeah,” he said. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” She swallowed her laughter with a bit of coffee.

“Let me know the details.” She rose and rounded her cubicle

area so that she was standing directly next to him. He turned

from the wall and stared at her. She knew he and the others

were still somewhat surprised by her emerging new I-don’t-

give-a-fuck attitude, and she couldn’t help but gloat about it.

The last time they’d spoken he’d insulted her while she did

nothing.

Well, not today.

Inching closer to him she said, “You name the time, big boy.

I know some guys there who will really rock your world.”

He drew back and blinked. She pursed her lips at him as if

in a silent kiss, and then she left him to stride into the restroom.

The room was quiet as she entered, like a great cathedral to all

things pure and pristine. She barely made it to the far stall before

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she burst into tears. Huddled there on the toilet, she cried into her

hands, trying to stifle her sobs.

Her life was over. Just as it had finally begun. She’d met

Jude and her soul had awakened. Life had a sun and a blue sky

and beautiful and erotic thoughts and feelings. It felt glorious

and exciting, as if she’d been saturated in ecstasy and awe. She’d

imagined herself dipped in it, like an apple dipped and dripping

with caramel. The apple becoming sweeter, delicious and more

tempting.

She tore off a few stubborn pieces of toilet paper and dabbed at

her eyes. She’d thought she’d been sweeter and delicious and more

tempting. She’d felt that way. And she’d thought Jude had too.

But it had all been a game. Conquest itself was a game. No

one went there for passionate lovemaking and soul-awakening

connections. They went there for sex and pleasure and kinky S

and M things she knew nothing about. Jude was a part of it all.

She was there specifically for those reasons. Nothing else.

Mary had been ridiculous, trying as many times as she had.

God, what a fool. She was lucky Jude had been as patient as she

had.

And yet…

She couldn’t get past that look in Jude’s eyes. It was attraction,

yes. Lust. She’d felt it for Jude; Jude had felt it in return. But

that’s all it was, nothing more. And she had to let it go.

So why couldn’t she?

She mulled it over just as she had every night after that first

encounter. The answer was there, right in front of her, but it was

difficult to accept. Really difficult considering the way Jude had

behaved.

But it was there and she couldn’t deny it.

She felt more than just lust for Jude. She felt so many

powerful things.

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The main door to the restroom opened and she stood as two

women entered. She knew who they were but hadn’t cared enough

to learn their names. One of them, she’d actually considered

befriending.

“Did you hear what Carla said?”

“About Mary?”

“Yes, can you believe it? She’s actually being a bitch.”

“I didn’t think she had it in her.”

Water ran from the row of sinks as Mary rested her head

against the stall door to listen.

“Oh, I did. I always knew she was a bitch. She just never

spoke.”

“I don’t know. I thought she was kind of…sad.”

“Please.”

“No really. She seemed really sad and sort of lonely. Like

she lived alone with twenty-five cats or something.”

“I’ll tell you what’s sad. Her wardrobe. She dresses like a

Bible salesman.”

They laughed.

“Her cardigans are cute.”

“No way. The cardigans are so Mr. Rogers.”

More laughter.

“You’re the one being a bitch now.”

“So? At least I can. When you have a body like this you’re

allowed to be a bitch. I own it. Have you ever seen a tighter ass?”

She clawed at the mirror like a cat. “That’s right. Look but don’t

touch. Eat your heart out, boys.”

“You’re disgusting.” They both leaned toward the mirror to

touch up their mascara. “I think Mary’s just misunderstood.”

“You’re a dyke.”

“Shut up!”

“You are. Just like she is.”

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“She is not. Is she?”

The woman shrugged and retrieved her lipstick. “Probably.

She told Bobby today that she knew some guys at that club who

would really rock his world.”

“What?”

“As in gay sex. Yeah. She totally did. She’s probably into all

kinds of kinky shit. The quiet ones always are.”

“Wow.” The other woman grew quiet. “I thought that whole

thing was a joke. I didn’t think she even showed.”

“Well, apparently she did. She’d probably been going all

along.”

Mary closed her eyes and wiped the stray tears from her

cheeks. The women left and she heard the door bang behind

them. She studied her reflection as she walked to the sink. They

were right. She looked plain, unremarkable. Like she had twenty-

five cats at home and no one else in her life to talk to. Her dark

blue Oxford was neatly pressed and dreary, leading into black

slacks. The cardigan hugging her desk chair was tan and nearly

worn through. She rarely did speak while at work, and honestly, it

wasn’t because everyone was an ass or a stuck up bitch.

It was her. Mary.

Mary, Mary quite contrary.

How does your garden grow?

She winced, having heard the rhyme mimicked to her her

entire life. Every time someone sang it to her, she’d retreated

further and further into her shell.

People were mean.

Uncaring.

Harsh.

Cruel.

Not just to her, but to everyone. Those that prevailed either

didn’t care, had no heart, or were really good looking. Everyone

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else was shark chum. She’d learned that lesson early on in life,

and she’d done her best to steer clear of the bloody waters.

But here she was again, doing all she could to avoid the

hungry predators. Yet somehow, they were circling, having

caught her scent.

Avoidance wasn’t working. Living a lonely, sexually and

emotionally unfulfilling life wasn’t working.

Something had to be done.

People be damned.

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ChapteR eleven

Jude was late and it was really bothering her. She was always

prompt, even when arriving to Conquest. Her life was like

her ledger—precise, perfect, and no room for error. She cursed

as she tried to unlock the private entrance to the club. Night was

falling faster now and they desperately needed a light by the door,

but no one was opting for it but her. Cord, she guessed, probably

lived in an alley somewhere, so lights wouldn’t be his thing.

He gave her a curious eye as she entered. “Thought for a

second you weren’t coming.”

“Maybe thinking isn’t your thing.”

He set down the shot glass he was polishing and instead

rubbed his hands with the towel. He had a bin full of glasses,

readying them for the bar. The back room was stifling, small, and

dim, the pounding of the club sounding like a cacophony around

them.

“You got something you wanna say?”

It was funny how some people confronted her. Some got

right in her face. Some did it passively. Some shook in their boots

and looked her dead in the eyes. She’d never expected to have

this sort of conversation with Cord, but here he was, doing his

best to square off with her.

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“No.”

He pushed his shoulders back a little. “Okay, then.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey.” He pointed a finger at her. “If you don’t wanna come

anymore, you don’t have to.”

She dropped her duffel bag. “What?”

“I won’t ask any questions.”

“What?”

He sighed. “Sometimes people need a break.”

She felt her stomach twist painfully inside. What the fuck

was he saying? “I don’t.”

“Sometimes people just have enough. Ya know?”

“No.”

“I’m just sayin’ if you—”

“Jesus Christ.” She grabbed her bag.

“You don’t seem like you wanna be here is all.”

She hurried past him and heard him call out, “I ain’t the only

one that’s noticed.”

There were people in the main room and a few standing at

the bar, but she didn’t bother to check them out. Cord called out

something else, and she knew he’d followed her out to the bar.

She waved him off, her ears already on fire with his words.

Didn’t want to be there? Where did he come up with that?

She’d just had two women together night before last. And her

regulars were pouring in just as they always had.

He was crazy.

Fucking Cord.

But as she set her bag down to unlock her door, tiny pins

pricked the back of her mind. She hadn’t been enjoying the

conquering like she usually did.

No.

Just stop.

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She did enjoy it. She just didn’t enjoy it with every woman.

“Fuck me!” Her key didn’t seem to be turning right. She

turned the knob and the door eased open.

The lamps were on and someone was on her bed.

Mary.

Jude blinked, unsure if what she was seeing were real. She

tried to react in anger, but her throat tightened as Mary moved

and stood at the end of the bed. Her brown hair hung down past

her shoulders where it rested on a white Oxford shirt. The shirt

was unbuttoned a good ways and tied in a knot at her sternum,

showing off her abdomen and a black lacy bra. The trail of her

smooth, pale torso led to a black mini skirt and black thigh-high

stockings. Black stiletto heels glimmered in the light as she

walked very slowly up to Jude.

“Aren’t you going to close the door?”

“What are you doing?” Jude finally managed to ask.

“Close the door and you’ll see.” Instead of waiting for Jude to

do it, Mary brushed by her, slid the sign to red, and closed the door.

She tugged on Jude’s shirt as she headed back to the bed, giving her

a dangerously sexy look over her shoulder as she did so.

Jude started to speak, but Mary stopped her. “I know you’re

wondering why I’m here since you made it clear I shouldn’t come

around anymore.” She drug over a chair Jude kept in the corner

and encouraged Jude to sit. Jude chose to stand.

“I’ve been doing some thinking, and I realized, hey, this Jude

person, she’s just into fucking. That’s all. I shouldn’t take offense

at that or get all hurt over it. Right?”

She returned to the bed and pulled back the covers. Two

different sized dildos and an electric massager were on the sheets

along with a small bottle of lube.

Mary kicked off her stilettos and crawled onto the bed. She

sat on her knees and looked at Jude.

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“So I decided to come here tonight and thank you.”

Jude was at a complete loss. Mary, there and waiting, wearing

an outfit that would make any woman drop down to her knees in

worship.

“For what?” she almost whispered.

“For awakening me.”

Slowly, she began inching up her skirt to reveal more pale

flesh leading to pink, none of it covered by panties. “Please sit,

Jude. I don’t want you to touch me. I just want you to watch. I

want to show you what you’ve done for me.”

Jude hesitated. She wasn’t in control and it made her

uncomfortable. But Mary was unlike anything she’d ever seen,

and she was on her bed, slipping her fingers into her already

glistening folds.

“This isn’t a trick, Jude. It’s just me, touching myself in front

of you. Nothing more. I don’t expect anything more, and I won’t.

I just want to fuck.” She sighed as her fingers found her clit and

Jude heated and slid down into the chair.

Jude could smell the jasmine of her moist skin and as she

watched, she swore she could feel her hot, slippery flesh.

“Something’s happened to me, Jude. Since that first night we

met. My clit, it throbs now. Aches. It wants to be touched, licked,

sucked. All the time. And my skin…” She rubbed her hand over

her breast and up along her neck. “It’s the same. It burns for touch.”

Jude swallowed and tried to steady her breathing. A cool

sweat had broken along her brow and her flesh was beginning to

throb. She wasn’t sure if she could take this. Mary was luring her

in, more so than ever, leaving her helpless to fight it.

She should ask her to leave.

Before it went any further.

But Mary was playing by Jude’s rules now, and an excuse

wouldn’t be easy in coming.

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What could she tell her? That it wasn’t her that was

necessarily the problem? That it was Jude and the feelings Mary

brought out in her?

No. She had to face this and deal with it. What a sweet, sweet

problem it was, with Mary like the dancing flame of a fire. It lured

her in with its warmth but could easily sting her with its burn.

Despite the danger, it was wonderful, hypnotizing, drawing her

closer.

She licked her lips and held the bottom of the chair.

Mary switched on the massager and put the head to her flesh.

She was smooth there, having shaved since their first encounter,

and Jude could see the seashell pink of her flesh and the redness

of her clit as the massager moved around and around, stimulating

just the edges.

“Mm,” Mary said. “Feels so good.” She jerked her hips a

little and her face and neck crimsoned with desire. “I started

touching myself, Jude. I realized I could do to myself what you

did to me. I’ve been doing it every night. Making myself—”

She jerked wildly and her muscles tensed. Her hand stilled

with the massager directly over her clit while her other hand

released her flesh. The noise of the vibration changed as it

pleasured her, nestling itself into her. She rocked back and forth

while moaning, eyes closed, hand up in her hair and then on her

face and down her neck.

Jude leaned forward, wanting to get closer, wanting to touch

her.

Mary opened her eyes and found her. Then, with a grin so

wicked and so erotic it nearly knocked Jude from her chair, she

said, “Come.” And she came loudly and throatily, body fucking

the massager, her hand gripping and thrashing the sheets. Jude

stood, her own pulse colliding with her hesitation. She wanted

to tackle and take her, ravish her like there was no tomorrow.

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But Mary climaxing was so intense and so beautiful, she didn’t

dare move. She watched, wishing she could capture the sight in a

bottle to view and experience anytime she wanted.

Mary stilled. Her heavy and glossed-over eyes focused.

“Did you see me?” she asked. Her voice had that post

orgasmic rasp to it and her face had that ease to it, as if the whole

world and all its problems had just disappeared.

“I know you saw me,” she said, confident, sexy. Fucking hot.

“Here,” she said, taking Jude’s hand. “Feel.” She placed it on her

upper thigh where Jude could feel the beginning of her arousal.

Jude inhaled sharply and tried to move her hand further up.

“Oh, no,” Mary said, laughing a little. “You’re supposed to

watch.”

“I don’t want to,” Jude said, her voice tight with desire.

“No?”

“I want to touch you.”

“You can’t.”

Jude stiffened. What? This was her room, her world, her rules.

Mary obviously saw the dismay on her face because she took

her hand and brought it to her mouth. She dipped Jude’s fingertips

just inside and sucked. The sensation went directly to Jude’s clit

and she had the urge to touch herself and move her hips. She had

to gently pull herself from Mary’s mouth in order to keep what

little control she had left.

“Don’t get upset,” Mary said, reaching out to touch her face.

“Upset is not the right word,” Jude said. She didn’t know

what word would suffice, if any at all.

“I don’t want you to have to do anything. I was wrong in

expecting something from you. In wanting something more—”

Jude touched her lips to silence her. She couldn’t stand

hearing Mary blame herself for the feelings that coursed between

them.

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Mary kissed her fingers. “What you’ve given me, it’s more

than anyone else ever has.”

“Don’t thank me.”

“I want to.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes, you did. I know it probably didn’t mean much to

you—”

“Nein.” Jude touched her mouth again. “Do not say that.”

Mary moved her lips again, but Jude pressed firmer.

“Never say that.”

Mary nodded and Jude slid her hand away.

“Will you watch me?” Mary asked.

Jude clenched her jaw and nodded. How could she possibly

say no?

“Sit with me,” Mary said, encouraging Jude to sit on her knees

just as she was. “I need help with this one. Will you help me?”

Again, Jude nodded. Her skin was aflame with lust and she

felt herself pool with wetness as Mary lubed up the small dildo

and slid it into herself. She took Jude’s hand and placed it on the

flat base.

“Hold it inside me as I move,” she said, switching on the

massager once again. “I love this one. It feels so good. Makes me

think of when you fucked me with one that first night. I saw stars.

Millions and millions of—” Her breath hitched as she started to

move.

“Jude,” she said. “Look at me. Look at how good it feels.”

She jerked her hips and Jude felt the shaft push against

her hand. She groaned as she watched Mary gyrate into it, her

surrounding flesh wet with shades of pink and red. The massager

buzzed and Mary moaned, closing her eyes for long periods

of time and then opening them to focus on Jude and move the

massager closer to her clit.

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“I always start off like this,” she said, breathless. “I move the

vibrator around and around, get myself all worked up, and then

I give in to myself and hold it right here.” She moved the head

to her clit, dropped her other hand, and began to sway slowly.

“See? Just like this.” She bit her lower lip, the pleasure obviously

mounting. “And it gets really good now. Really, really good. With

the shaft and the ma—”

But Jude could take no more. She cupped Mary’s jaw and

dipped her head and kissed her, taking her sweet plump lips

into her own, tasting and consuming. Mary seemed to melt right

into her, so warm and limp and soft. Jude didn’t give her time

to protest, holding her tighter and pumping the cock in and out

of her, slowly at first and then quicker. Mary reacted with a tight

groan and a noisy intake of breath. And then, in an instant, she

was clinging to her, kissing her deeply in return.

They melded, kissing and moaning, the vibrator buzzing and

the cock fucking.

She came while Jude was in her mouth, her hand clawing

at Jude’s back while her entire body convulsed. Jude held her

close and took in the way she felt against her, the way she

smelled, the way she sounded. The way she absolutely loved

to come.

Jude released Mary’s lips to taste her cheek, her neck, and

the thin sheen of sweat in the dip of her collarbone. It was like

breaking open a coconut on a hot, sunny, waterless island, and

she couldn’t get enough of her. She licked and sucked and bit

her just enough to get Mary to call out before stopping. Then she

hurriedly tore open her shirt, loosened the knot, and tugged it

from her arms.

Jude kissed her quickly each time she tried to speak. Next

went her bra; the black lace was very sexy indeed, but Jude

wanted no part of it and tossed it across the room. Mary’s breasts

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were pert and moist with sweat, the nipples somewhere between

firm and soft, and she made herself wait before taking them into

her mouth.

“Lie down,” Jude said, so close to her mouth she could sneak

out her tongue for a taste. Their eyes locked and Jude saw exactly

what Mary must be seeing in her. A want so intense no one else in

the world could comprehend.

Mary eased back onto her behind, but she went no further.

“Make me,” she said.

Jude hissed with dangerous desire and pressed her hand to

Mary’s sternum, forcing her to her back. Mary tried to come up,

but Jude straddled her hips and held her down.

“You’re going to have to hold me down,” Mary said. “Did

you hear me? I want you to hold me down while you take me.”

Jude held her wrists like she’d done in her office. Held them

tightly above her head. She kissed her again, long and deep and

with more demand. Mary kissed her too, aggressively, trying to

hold Jude’s lips with her own. Her eager participation only made

Jude hotter, and she rose, released her wrists, and tore off her

own shirt.

“Yes,” Mary said. “Fucking take it all off.”

She tried to help Jude with her bra, but Jude pushed her away.

“No.”

“I want to see them,” Mary said perched on her elbows.

“Now.”

Jude laughed a little, nervous but intrigued. “I have created

a monster.”

Mary only grinned that wicked grin, the one that would no

doubt haunt Jude for days. “I can’t help what I want.”

Mary tried to touch her again, and Jude pinned her with one

hand.

“I said no.”

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When she released her and straightened her back, Mary

obeyed. She watched as Jude unlatched her bra and trailed it up

her chest, then she tossed it aside and grabbed Mary’s hands.

“You want to feel me?” Jude asked.

“Yes.”

“How badly?”

“Very badly. So badly I’ve dreamt of it.”

Jude placed Mary’s warm hands on her breasts and they

both breathed deeply. Jude leaned down and kissed her, slipping

her tongue along her lips and then plunging deep inside. Mary

groaned and squeezed her breasts, her thumbs grazing her

awakening nipples. Jude bit Mary’s lower lip softly in response

and whispered in her ear.

“You dream about me, Mary?”

“Yes.”

Jude closed her eyes and sat up. Mary’s hands continued, her

fingers playing across her nipples and caressing the underside of

her breasts.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” Mary said. “You on me like this. In my

hands. Your face…”

Jude opened her eyes.

“Just like that,” Mary said.

Jude began to rock against her, her own clit dangerously

engorged and ready to burst.

“Have you dreamt of me?” Mary asked.

Jude stilled.

Mary stopped her hands and Jude saw a hint of panic in her

eyes.

“You want to know?”

“Yes.”

Jude leaned down. “You cannot know.”

“But—”

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Jude crawled from her and stood. She unfastened her pants

and pulled them off along with her panties. She couldn’t tell Mary

the truth. That she did have dreams about her, almost every night.

But what was more stirring was the encounter they were having

now. It was like a fantasy, Mary literally the lover of her dreams.

The things she said, the way she reacted, the way she wasn’t

afraid, and yet she was still so naïve.

She hurried to her dresser and retrieved her own cock, the

one she used on no one else. It had been a while; she used it only

when she could no longer resist the temptation to climax. Most

never saw her insert it into herself, but tonight she wanted to use

it and she wanted Mary to see.

Mary sat on the bed waiting and watching in silence.

Jude appreciated her dropping the topic, and it allowed her to

concentrate only on the moment. Mary was there to fuck and

they both wanted it. She knew there was more, that there were

growing feelings and something else that was wild and untamed,

but it didn’t matter. Nothing could stop her now. She had to have

her.

She could only hope Mary meant what she said about

wanting nothing more.

Jude returned to the bed and gently shoved Mary back down

as she grinned.

“What’s this?” she asked when Jude handed her the cock.

“Hold it.” She grabbed the lube and squirted it onto the shaft.

“Rub it on,” she said, showing Mary how. As Mary worked the

lube on, Jude retrieved Mary’s small cock and readied it. Mary

watched with wonder, her eyes full of excited curiosity. But she

knew better than to ask questions.

“Now,” Jude said, holding Mary’s cock. “Spread your legs.”

Mary obeyed and opened herself up. Jude traced her fingers

along her wet thighs and purred.

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“So wet, Mary.” She rubbed her fingers in her slick folds

and slid them easily into her opening. “And so ready.” Mary

tensed around her, and Jude was tempted to play with her some,

but her own loins were demanding immediate attention. “Easy,”

Jude said, bringing the cock to her hole and slowly sliding it

inside.

Mary held her breath and Jude went carefully, loving how

tight she still was.

“Okay,” Mary said and then visibly relaxed.

Jude pumped her a little and she nearly groaned as Mary

gripped her arms and came up off the bed. She was ready.

Jude straddled her leg and instructed her softly. “Slide it

inside me.”

Mary didn’t hesitate, bringing the cock to her at once. Jude

angled it correctly and placed her hand over Mary’s. She groaned

heavily as it slid inside and filled her completely. Her hips began

to sway and she stared down at Mary, loving the look she saw on

her face. She bucked and groaned and licked her lips.

“You are fucking me, Mary. Yes, you are.” She quickened

her hips. “I am anchored to you.” Her words were turning them

both on and she touched Mary’s heated cheek and bent to kiss her.

Their tongues swirled and they both moaned, caught up in erotic

bliss. Jude straightened and pumped Mary with her cock as she

continued to ride hers.

“Feels so good,” Mary said.

“Yes.”

“Fucking. We are fucking.”

“Yes.”

“Oh God, we are fucking.”

“Yes.”

“You’re riding me. Fucking my leg. You’re so beautiful.”

She reached up, touched Jude’s face, and trailed her fingers down

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to her tight abdomen. “So incredibly sexy.” She touched her face

again as her own melted with obvious pleasure.

“Jude.”

“Yes.”

“Jude.”

“Yes.”

“Oh God, Jude!”

“Yes, yes.” Jude watched her face, her sweet, sweet face

as she came. And then she clenched her eyes closed as her own

orgasm overtook her, sending her hips into overdrive and her

mind and heart into blood-pounding, pleasurable bliss. She’d

never come like this before at Conquest. She’d never let herself

go like this, fucking at the sheer mercy of another.

It had been a long time. A long, long time.

But God it was good. Insanely fucking wonderful.

And it was Mary. Mary Mary Mary.

“Ah.” Her voice hitched as she rode out the last of it, her

fingers intertwined with Mary’s.

“Jude.” Mary whispered her name as she stared at her with

glossy eyes. Her body pushed the cock against Jude’s hand as she

eased it away. It caused Mary to sigh and her pelvis pumped once

involuntarily.

“I feel full with fire all the way up, but…”

“But what?” Jude’s voice gave away her rising emotion. She

had to struggle not to look away.

“I feel empty without you in me.”

Jude cleared her throat and shifted, swinging herself off the

cock and off Mary. She sat at the edge of the bed and tried to get

control of herself. She didn’t know why her sudden emotions

surprised her. She was the one who’d allowed this to happen. She

was the one who’d told Mary to slide the cock up in her and fuck

her. She was the one who’d looked into her eyes and come with her.

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Fuck.

She held her head in her hands for a few seconds before she

realized she was doing it. She stood as Mary noticed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

She busied herself cleaning the cock and putting it away. As

she closed the dresser drawer she answered. “Yes.” She heard

Mary take in a deep breath.

“I did too. More than I can say or should say.”

“Then don’t.”

There was silence. Jude couldn’t yet face her. She knew the

look she’d see in Mary’s eyes, and it would penetrate her already

failing defenses just like it always did.

“Okay. I won’t.”

More silence. Jude stood very still, running her fingertips in

a repeating circular pattern along the dresser top. She didn’t know

what to say. Didn’t trust herself to say anything. She’d come with

her. Collided with her on a mental plane of monumental meaning

and emotion. And even though she was doing her damndest to

hide it, her insides could tell no lies. They were thrumming and

sizzling and melting into one another in a dance of freedom and

new connections. A part of her wanted to scream in revelation

while another part of her wanted to run far and fast, never to

experience such feelings again.

“Jude?”

This was it. A decision was going to be placed before her.

The gauntlet was going to come down along with the guillotine

and slice this in two. Which side would she take?

“Yes?”

“Do you want me to leave now?”

The cut was quick and precise. Two halves fell open and

stared up at her. The decision came, riding cloaked and hidden

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among her emotions. It voiced itself before her rational and

fearful side could defend itself.

“No.”

Mary exhaled in obvious relief, but she seemed to sense

Jude’s continued guarded mood.

“Can I touch you?”

“No.”

“With my mouth?”

“No.”

More silence.

“What would you like to do then?”

Jude fought trembling as she breathed deeply. The answer

came quickly again though she didn’t know where from.

“I want to make you come again. With my mouth.”

“Do you want to do that as badly as I want to do it to you?”

“Yes.”

“How can you be sure?”

Jude turned, the fiery desire she had for Mary returning in

an instant, heating and beating beneath her skin. “Because I have

tasted you. I have felt your flesh swell and tremble in my mouth.

I have swallowed the hot slickness of your desire as it pulsed out

of you. I have had it. I have had you. And I want it again.”

Mary blinked rapidly as if the words were so heavy and

powerful she couldn’t quite allow them entry all at once. When

they did seem to sink in, she had the look of a woman fulfilled

and yet hungry for more. She moved eagerly to the foot of the bed

where she stacked the pillows behind her back.

“Come here,” she said. “Sit.” She pointed to the floor. “On

your knees.”

Jude didn’t move, the loss of control messing with her head

again.

“Why?”

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“Do it and find out.” Mary scooted to the edge of the bed

and spread her legs. She looked at Jude expectantly and trailed

her fingertips along her wet flesh, carefully avoiding her most

sensitive spot.

Jude found herself moving, falling to her knees. It was defeat

at its sweetest and most rewarding. She groaned at the pain of it

as well as at the heaven that lay before her.

“There,” Mary said leaning back a little. She was propped up

on the pillows and still able to see Jude. Her fingers sank deeper

into her folds and began circling her clit.

“Do you want to touch it?” she breathed. “Because, God, I

want you to.”

Jude closed her eyes as they rolled back in erotic expectation.

She tried like hell to get control, to make herself say no and walk

away. This path was dangerous with caution signs everywhere. But

just imagining Mary’s flesh in her mouth caused her to lick her lips

and carry on. When she opened her eyes and saw Mary’s fingers

massaging ever quicker and closer, she knew she was doomed.

“Lick me,” Mary said, her breath hitching in her chest.

Jude leaned forward and snaked out her tongue.

“Lick me while I touch myself.”

Another groan of mad desire escaped Jude as she pressed

her tongue to her. Mary jerked and hissed as Jude’s tongue found

her peeking flesh between her moving fingers. She laughed in

gluttonous delight as Jude pushed firmer, licking her fingers and

her flesh all at once.

“Yes, baby. That’s so good. Do you like it? Do you like the

way I feel?”

“Yes.”

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes.” But she couldn’t get enough. She needed more. The

teasing bits of pink flesh weren’t nearly enough and she knew

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Mary felt the same way. She could tell by her breathing and the

way she tensed with wanton need each time she stopped. “Move

your hand,” Jude said huskily trying to move her by the wrist.

Mary laughed. “Not yet.”

Jude inched closer and used more of her weight as she leaned

into her and licked. Mary thrashed a little, moaning and panting.

She gyrated her hand, moving her flesh as Jude licked. She was

loving it, teasing herself as well as Jude.

“I need more,” she finally said. Her eyes flashed at Jude and

they both stilled.

She held herself open, beckoning. “Lick me. Please.”

Jude felt her mouth water and she fell into her quickly,

saturating her flesh with her mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Mary cried, knotting her fingers in Jude’s hair.

“Yes!”

Jude licked heavily and then sucked, licked heavily, and then

sucked. She consumed her like a woman dying, taking her in as if

she were life force herself.

Mary went insane with pleasure, her abdomen tensing as she

watched and took. Her fingers played Jude’s scalp as she spoke

in broken pieces.

“Yes. Oh God, Jude. Fuck. Oh fuck! I love it. I love it. I love

it so fucking much. I’m going to—I’m so close. Oh God!”

Jude was sure Mary was going over and she was close to

doing the same. But Mary spoke suddenly and loudly.

“Stop!”

Jude froze. Mary gasped and pushed her away. Jude had to

swallow a few times before she could speak.

“Ah, fuck I was so close. So close.” She sat up completely

and took Jude’s face in her hands. “It was so good.”

Jude wanted to ask her why she stopped, but she didn’t speak.

She didn’t want to sound needy. It wasn’t in her to do so. But she

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couldn’t stop her insides from screaming with want. She wanted

to finish her off like she was the feast of a lifetime. She wanted to

make Mary come so hard she screamed and begged and cried for

a mercy she didn’t really want.

“You want more, don’t you?” Mary asked, stroking her

cheek. Jude stood, unable to take the teasing of her touch.

“You don’t have to say it. I can see it in your eyes. Those

wickedly beautiful eyes.”

Jude tried not to look at her, but she was so beautiful and

hungry with tinted cheeks and swollen lips. Her chest heaved

with her breathing, her pert breasts eager and reaching up for

more. And the stockings. Jude wanted to remove them only to

lick where every web of fabric had touched.

“I told you what I want,” Jude replied.

“You want to make me come.”

“Yes.”

“Come back for more then.”

Jude clenched her jaw and stared as Mary began touching

herself again.

Jude licked her lips to taste another sample of her. It only

made her hungrier.

“No.” Jude steeled herself. The teasing would continue, she

was sure of it. The game was far from over, and as much as it

intrigued and excited her, the journey itself was torturous.

This is what it feels like to not have control. This is what it

feels like to want someone so fucking badly…

“No?” Mary stood and approached. She ran her hand up

Jude’s core to between her breasts. Jude caught her by the wrist.

“I have another hand,” she said, the corner of her mouth

lifting with devilish intent.

Jude gripped her other wrist and they faced off with a tense

stare.

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“I have a mouth, Jude.” She stood on her toes and kissed her

lips. “And a body.” She rubbed herself against Jude.

Jude shuddered. The feel of her was intoxicating, the scent

of her damp skin and heated scalp going straight to her center.

“You can’t stop me, Jude. Not forever.”

“Yes, I can.” She held her tightly but didn’t turn away from

her soft kiss when it came again. How easy it would be to just

close her eyes and get lost in it. How easy. And how utterly

terrifying.

“No, you can’t, Jude. Know why? Because you don’t really

want to.” She leaned in and licked Jude’s neck. Jude pushed her

away, but Mary, unwilling to go, grabbed Jude in return and

tightened her fingers around her forearms.

“You want me. Just as badly as I want you.”

“Let me go.” But Mary wasn’t threatened and Jude knew her

voice reflected her doubt. Even though Mary was plucking deep,

buried chords of emotion in her, she was also turning her on.

“Take me,” Mary said, trying to nibble her lip. “Fucking take

me like I know you want to.”

“And if I don’t?” Would this insanity end? Maybe for the

moment. But the empty night and empty days following would

be more than harrowing. To have her was suicide. To resist her

certain madness.

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

She knew. She fucking knew. She could obviously read Jude

like an open book.

“You need to leave.” Her stomach knotted and flipped. But

she didn’t really want her to go. Not yet. Not until she had her

every which way from Sunday.

Mary laughed. “Okay then.” She released Jude and stepped

away. Jude watched as she reached across the bed to retrieve her

toys. A sheen of sweat ran down the center of her back and Jude

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yearned to lick it, imagining Mary turned and riding her cock,

hips thrusting, back glistening.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” Mary asked, placing her cocks and

massager in her purse. “We didn’t even get to the big phallus

though. That’s too bad. I really wanted to try that with you. God,

I can already imagine it filling me up with that forceful heat.” She

shook her head and continued packing. “Maybe next time.”

“Why are you doing this?” Jude asked, unable to move. All

she could do was watch helplessly.

Mary was buttoning up her shirt. “What do you mean? Doing

what?”

“You know what I mean, Mary.”

She paused. “I’m not doing anything, Jude. I’m only playing

by your rules. I’m only playing your game. Only…” She walked

up to her and placed a finger on her lips. Jude resisted the urge to

take the finger into her mouth and suck it, as if it had been dipped

in rich, dark honey. “I’m the one in control. I don’t think you like

that very much do you?”

Jude felt herself flush and it angered her. Why was Mary so

good at getting to her? And why couldn’t Jude move? Why was

she nailed to the spot allowing all this to go on around her?

“Then again, I know you like it just fine.” Mary took

advantage of her stilled position and took her hand. She sank it

between the cool, slick folds of her flesh. “I sure do.” She moved

it back and forth and kicked her hips into it. “Yeah. Oh, yeah.”

When Jude responded with the movement of her fingers, Mary

rose onto her toes and whispered in her ear. “But you can’t make

me come anymore.” She kept moving, rocking into her. “Don’t

you want to know why?”

Jude swallowed but didn’t speak. Her fingers were caught

up in a web of arousal. It would be so easy to just shove herself

deep inside her. Throw her back against the wall and fuck her

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madly, biting into her neck and shoulder as she came. It would

be so easy…

Mary was watching her closely as if she could see into her

mind. She stopped moving and removed Jude’s hand. “Because

you won’t let me touch you.”

Jude suddenly found her feet and she took a step back, her

brain not registering the meaning of the words as quickly as it

should. Mary continued.“You know how badly you want to touch

me, lick me, make me come? Well, that’s how badly I want to do

it to you.”

“You—”

“Yes, I do. Now you know what it feels like to not be able to.

To not be able to do what you want, what you most desire.” Her

face was set and serious. There was no more flirting or playful

seductive banter. “Don’t say anything. It’s not needed. I know that

for whatever reason, you won’t let me. That’s okay. I understand

as I hope you now do.” She walked back to her bag and finished

dressing.

Jude was at a total loss for words. When she did manage to

start speaking, Mary was quick to stop her. She left her with some

last words as she breezed past her to the door.

“If you want to play again, you know where to find me. But

from now on, we play by my rules.”

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ChapteR twelve

I’m crazy. I’m totally fucking crazy.” Mary gripped her

steering wheel and shook it, trying to pry it from the

column. She’d just had the most powerful and sexually charged

night of her life. She’d done it. She’d gone in there and taken

control, making Jude do what she wanted. It was clearly insane

behavior, completely out of her league, but it had worked. Jude

had touched her, wanted her. She’d even come with her.

Oh my God!

She eased down her window and screamed. “I’m fucking

crazy!”

She laughed as the wind whipped her hair and teased her ear.

God, she felt good. The new attitude was working wonders and

now that she’d gotten what she wanted…

She slowed for a red light and checked herself in the rearview

mirror. Her eyes were dark with liner and mascara. They were

sexy but stirring with things she didn’t understand.

She’d had her fun and had gotten her way. Well, not totally,

but still, for the most part.

What about Jude?

She accelerated roughly as the light changed. Jude would be

fine, despite the lost look on her face as she’d left. Jude was good

at the game. The master. She could handle it.

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Yeah, but can I?

She pressed her lips together and nodded. She could. She

was ready. Bring it on. Hopefully, Jude would come knocking,

but if she didn’t, that was okay too. She knew what mind-blowing

sex was now, and she could either give it to herself or find it on

her own.

The thought scared her a little. Could she really be like Jude

and approach women with confidence and an air of expected

respect? More than that, could she actually find someone she

was attracted to like she was Jude? She laughed nervously and

the wind blew it back at her. She didn’t like the way it felt, and

she eased up her window and wrung her hands on the steering

wheel the rest of the way home.

After parking in her garage and closing the door, she went

to her phone and checked her voice mail. A small part of her,

bigger than she wanted to admit, thought there might actually

be a message from Jude begging her for more, wanting to come

over. But she had no messages and her cell phone had been silent.

She pushed away the disappointment already starting to try to

surface.

“I need a drink.” She kicked off her heels and rolled off

her stockings. Her legs tingled a little at the feel of fresh air as

she strode through her small kitchen to the cabinet next to the

fridge. She pulled down an old bottle of Scotch and downed a

shot straight from the lip. She winced a little and screwed on the

cap, hoping the big sip would be enough to relax her.

Sighing, she leaned against the countertop and absorbed

the calm silence of her kitchen. The pale yellow walls soothed

her, but the quiet of her cozy home was starting to bother her.

Her old routine of coming home, making a small, easy dinner,

and sitting in front of the television all night had been cast aside

days ago. She rarely bothered with dinner now, and the television

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offered nothing to compete with Jude Jaeger. Her evenings were

spent doing homework, pacing the living room as she went over

all the different ways she could see Jude, calling the club and

hanging up, and then going to her room to bring herself to climax

countless times until sleep finally claimed her.

She’d hoped after her earlier success in seeing Jude, that the

night would bring some much needed comfort and peace. But

the normally tranquil walls of her home still seemed gaping and

empty, silently mocking her.

She thought back to the harsh words spoken by her co-

workers about how she probably lived alone with twenty-five

cats. She didn’t even have a cat, or any other pet, and instead of

that comforting her, it just sounded all the more pathetic. What

had she done with the last ten years?

She’d hidden away in her little house hoping and praying the

rest of the world would just leave her alone.

Alone.

She was definitely alone. She pushed off the counter and

headed straight to her bedroom. She flicked on the light and

stripped. The shower called to her, but she decided against it.

Instead, she crawled into bed and held her blouse close to her

face. The smell of Jude’s cologne rocketed through her and she

shivered with desire, her nipples hardening and her clit pulsing.

How badly she wanted Jude in her bed. Every night. Every

single night.

How long would this yearning last? Was there ever a cure?

What if Jude wasn’t enough?

She thought back to their heated time together and her hand

drifted to between her legs. They’d come together, and she knew

she’d never forget the look in Jude’s eyes as ecstasy had overcome

her. As the memory of it floated though her mind, she opened her

legs and stroked her clitoris. Her flesh was still painfully swollen

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and it didn’t take long to bring herself to the brink of desire. The

climax was powerful but quick, and she kept stroking with Jude’s

face in her mind. She came again loudly, arching her back off the

bed. Yes, yes, yes. Oh God.

Jude’s face still hovered as she sank into the sheets. It

watched over her and spoke softly, wishing her a good night. She

nestled into her blouse and breathed deeply.

Would anything ever be enough again? Mary didn’t know.

And as she closed her eyes and breathed in Jude’s scent, she was

sure of just one thing.

Whether she could get enough of Jude or not, nothing would

ever be the same.

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Jude drove past the beautiful looming mountain she usually

hiked after work. The dusty trail wound up and around the

side promising a spectacular desert view from the top. But today,

even if she skipped walking it to run, she knew it wouldn’t be

enough of a workout to kill the thrumming inside. Work had done

nothing to help either, and she’d left a bit early before Mary’s

class let out just so she wouldn’t risk running into her.

She knew if she had seen her she would’ve caved and slid to

her like a magnet moving toward steel. She would’ve spoken to

her, said things she’d dreamt about the night before. “Come with

me. I want to touch you again. Let me take you, Mary.” And they

would’ve ended up in her office again, tearing at each other like

bloodthirsty tigers. And there was also the threat of the tease. The

new rules Mary had come up with, promising Jude only some of

the pie while waving the rest right in her face.

She’d hated it almost as much as it turned her on, which only

made her hate it more.

Mary lying there on the edge of the bed, stocking-covered

legs splayed, hand massaging her folds, telling Jude to lick her,

lick her through her fingers.

Goddamn sexy woman. An ingénue coming into her own,

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wanted. Jude had to respect her for that, even though she knew

she was the ultimate target. Mary wanted her and wanted to touch

her. And it didn’t seem like she was going to give up anytime

soon. Jude had to come up with a way to resist her or a way to take

back control. At the moment, she could think of neither, and total

avoidance was impossible because Mary knew where to find her.

She pulled into a parking space and killed the engine to her

BMW.

She didn’t want to totally avoid Mary.

“Fuck.” She palmed her forehead. That was the truth of it.

The other truth of it was just as devastating and confusing and

terribly frightening.

She wanted Mary to touch her.

She climbed from the car with her duffel bag in hand. The

building before her was old and nondescript. If it had been painted

black and located in a more populated area, it would’ve reminded

her of Conquest. But its faded yellow paint and blowing dust

surroundings countered that image. A small bell over the door

jingled as she pushed her way inside. Immediately, the bell sound

was stifled by the sound of repeated thumping and male voices

yelling instruction. She hadn’t been to a boxing gym in years,

and the smells of sweat, old mats, and dozens of used wraps and

gloves reminded her of times long ago. Memories tried to flood

her, but she forced them away, needing the more pressing reason

for her visit to stay in mind.

She had come to work. To work hard.

As she moved further inside, she ignored a few stunned

and curious glances and made her way toward the back to the

locker room. The smell inside rose in strength from that of the

open floor, and she was relieved to find a separate door marked

“Women.” The area was smaller than the main gym, but it looked

and smelled cleaner. A wedge of six lockers, which had obviously

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been removed from a larger bay, sat against the wall along with a

single bench and two good-sized bathroom stalls. A small row of

three sinks sat across from the stalls.

After finding a locker and changing her clothes, she put

away her duffel bag, closed the locker, and headed out. She

tucked her gloves under her arm and welcomed what little heated

breeze there was to the bare skin of her arms and midsection as

she stepped once again into the main gym. More glances came,

sizing up her tight-fitting sports bra and basketball shorts. She

let them stare, focusing instead on dropping her gloves to shake

out her limbs and stretch. As she worked on her hamstring, she

wondered who she needed to ask to borrow some tape. It had

been years since she’d boxed, and she needed to give her hands

and wrists all the support they would need in order for her to

aggressively attack the bags.

She found what appeared to be a makeshift office nestled

between storage rooms and she crossed to it after a series of long

and effective stretches. The crowded gym pulsed around her, and

despite the gym’s three window air conditioners, the place felt

heavy with expelled carbon dioxide and moist heat.

More glances fell upon her as she walked. Men were

everywhere, half naked, greased up like holiday turkeys, dodging

and jabbing and grunting. One of them, a rare one who was still

clothed, trotted up to her as she was waiting by the door to the

office.“You are my girl?” he asked smiling. “You are big. I was

worried you would be too small.”

She stared at him, completely confused. He had on a dark

green T-shirt and matching striped athletic pants. The gym’s logo

was written in white across his chest.

“You are late. I hope you are warm.” He appeared to be

Hispanic with dark hair and deeply tanned skin. His accent was

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strong, but he was easily understood. He took her gloves, which

weren’t professional or standard, and tossed them aside. Next, he

grabbed her hands and began a deep massage with his rough but

strong fingers.

She started to pull away, but he seemed intent, knowing

something she didn’t.

“I don’t understand,” she finally said.

He released her hands to dig in his pocket and retrieve a roll

of white tape. She watched in surprised silence as he quickly and

expertly taped up her hands, winding between her fingers and

covering up through her wrists.

“Nothing to understand. She is ready.” He looked at her

shoes and scoffed. “What is this?”

“Nikes,” she said, growing frustrated. “She? Who is she?”

“No, no, no.” He walked away and gestured for her to follow.

They were headed for the far ring where Jude saw something

that made her stop in her tracks. In the ring’s corner stood a

tall woman with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her

black sports bra showed every impossibly hard muscle from her

chiseled broad shoulders down to her long, powerful legs. She

held Jude’s gaze as a short man next to her continued to rub her

arms.

Jude set her jaw and composed herself.

“Come on,” her man in green said, waving her over. They

stood together outside the ropes. He examined Jude’s hands and

then knocked her off balance as he lifted her foot. She caught

a rope and cursed. But before she could say more, he removed

her shoe and trotted around the ring to the woman’s corner. Jude

watched as the three conversed. The woman nodded and pointed

with her glove-covered hands. She turned back around and

hopped quickly in place, dark eyes fastened to Jude. And then,

ever so quickly and sneakily, she smirked.

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The man hurried up to Jude with boxing gloves and ring

shoes.

“Aqui,” he said and handed over the shoes.

Anger swept through Jude as she realized what was about

to happen. The man wanted her to box with this woman. And he

wanted her to wear her shoes and gloves in doing so.

“No,” Jude said. She came here to work, to hit, to sweat. To

fucking erase her world for a while. Not to battle with a stranger.

The man seemed confused but pressed on. “Your size.” He

showed her the shoes and bent as if he were about to put them on.

“No.”

The man froze. “No?”

“No.”

He rose and shouted something about zapatos across the

ring. The woman crossed to them, resting her forearms on the

rope as she looked down at Jude.

“What’s the problem?”

Jude felt herself inhale deeply to stand taller. “I don’t want

this,” she said.

“Why not?” The woman’s eyes were deep but not endless.

“I don’t have to explain.”

“I think you do.” Her gaze fell to Jude’s breasts and then

slowly came back up.

“No, I do not.”

“First you’re late, and now you’re chicken?”

Jude nearly shook with growing anger. “You are mistaken.”

The woman pushed off from the ropes. “I don’t think so.”

She smirked again as if she’d won the match ten times over. Then

her face hardened. “Get lost. You’re wasting everyone’s time.”

Jude had to turn away. What was happening was impossible,

inconceivable. Jude hadn’t thought specifically of her ex in a

long, long time. Not even when Mary brought about rising and

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growing emotion did she think of her. Her emotions for Mary

were scary, yes, and they reminded her of how she once felt, but

never had she let Nicole cross her mind. But here she was in a

gym in the middle of nowhere with a woman who in no way

resembled her first and last love. But her demeanor, her confident

and cocky presence, and the words coming out of her mouth were

just like her.

Get lost, Jude.

Don’t waste my time with all this love bullshit.

What is wrong with you?

Grow up and grow a spine.

It was fun while it lasted.

No. No. She tried to shake it away. This wasn’t why she’d

come here. But admittedly, the last time she’d come was soon after

the breakup. She should’ve known better, should’ve foreseen the

emotional link.

I can control it.

She forced herself to breathe. Her body took in the oxygen

eagerly and began to calm, but her mind raced with thoughts and

images from long ago. Laughter from across the ring caught her

attention and she turned to find the woman and the short man next

to her laughing. They were looking at Jude and snickering. They

had obviously confused her with someone else and they wanted

her to fight. Logic told her to let them laugh as she walked away.

But pride and long ago wounds demanded that she stay and give

them what they wanted.

Jude snatched up the shoes and sat to put them on. She pulled

the laces so hard and tight she thought for sure they’d snap. The

man in green was suddenly by her side again and helping her on

with her gloves.

“She is fast,” he said. “Strong as un toro. Very strong. She

has chin like iron and uppercut like God himself.” He patted her

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gloves and massaged her muscles. “Move. Move, move, move. If

you get hit, back away and she will stop. She will go easy with

you.” He held her face and then slipped on padded headgear. Then

he pointed at her mouth and frowned. She needed a mouth guard.

He ran into one of the storage rooms. Jude took the opportunity to

climb into the ring. The woman was staring her down as they both

jogged in place and threw jabs and crosses. Jude made sure not

to look away from her, even when the man returned with a fresh

mouth guard. After he slipped it in he gave her more instructions,

but she couldn’t understand all of it. She wasn’t fluent in Spanish.

She considered questioning him, but it was damn near impossible

with the mouth guard. And when the woman smirked again, Jude

didn’t care at all about what he may have said.

She charged into the center of the ring and waved the woman

over. The woman threw her head back and laughed and then came

forward. The men started flinging Spanish slurs and instructions

right away as Jude stood there with her arms at her side. She

smiled and the woman threw a quick jab. Jude dodged it and the

next one and they began to dance around the ring. She knew the

woman was testing her distance, and the second she got it right,

Jude would have to step it up.

The woman threw a few more, careful not to leave herself

open. Jude managed to bob and weave around them, keeping her

feet as light as she could. Her plan was simple. Keep the woman

punching and wear her out. She was big and strong and made of

iron, and gassing her out was her safest option.

With every empty jab she threw, Jude could see the frustration

building in her eyes. The man in green was screaming at Jude to

put her hands up, but she ignored him, preferring to dance naked

with the devil. She had a point to prove, not only to the woman,

but to herself, and it wasn’t happening quickly enough. So she

stopped her movement and waved the woman over again. More

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screaming came from the man in green, and the woman had a

brief look of confusion. The next second a hard cross connected

with Jude’s chin, snapping her head back and to the side. She felt

her jaw give, like a disk slipping quickly out of place, and the

pain shot up through her head and into her scalp. She stumbled

backward and pressed her gloves to her temples, trying to get her

eyeballs back into place.

Blinking, she refocused on the woman, who stood wearing

that same damn smirk. Jude opened and closed her mouth, testing

her jaw, pushing on it with her glove. She wasn’t badly hurt.

The cross had been hard and unexpected. She’d been waiting for

another jab. The woman was smart and merciless. Jude bounced

on her toes and stepped in once more. The woman was still

grinning at her as Jude threw out a couple of her own quick jabs.

None of them connected and she concentrated more on her feet.

She knew she was throwing her punches too quickly in regard

to her forward step. She had to wait just a little more before she

jabbed. She inched closer and closer. The woman was dodging

her, not bothering to punch at Jude. Jude stepped closer and threw

a bait jab. The woman fell for it by dodging and countering with

a hook to Jude’s body.

Jude blocked it with her left arm and then powered back with

her own hook. It landed on the woman’s lower jaw and neck,

stunning her for the briefest of seconds. As hard as the punch

was, it failed to move her, and before Jude knew it, the woman

was stepping into her, throwing crosses, mixing in quick jabs,

and connecting on several shots to her body. She was pounding

Jude backward, her punches too random-feeling and quick. The

man in green had been right. The woman was strong and fast.

Too much for Jude. But she kept on going, no holds barred. The

men were still yelling, wanting her to stop, but the woman waved

them off, telling them no. She wanted to continue and she danced

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around Jude’s punches gracefully, only taking one of the jabs to

her temple. It seemed to piss her off and she came at Jude hard,

throwing more combinations. Jude dodged as many as she could,

trying to get the woman to chase her around the ring. Then she

countered with her own assault, but as gassed as the woman was,

she was still able to block Jude’s throws.

Jude put all she had into each punch, convinced she must

land at least one. But when one half connected, the woman came

back harder than ever, hitting Jude in the nose, right jaw again,

and along her torso. Stumbling, Jude found herself against the

ropes, her face on fire, her lungs burning. She staggered then tried

to walk back out to face off again.

She wouldn’t quit. She wasn’t a quitter. She had to hit her.

Harder, faster. Had to kill the voice of the past. But hands and

arms were suddenly on her shoulders, forcing her back to the

corner. The man in green was removing her headgear and mouth

guard. He looked frantic and angry, nimble fingers examining her

face. She winced as a large Q-tip was shoved into her nose.

“What did you do? Are you crazy?” He rattled off in Spanish

and she held her hands up over her head and was eventually able

to catch her breath.

“I fought,” she said, watching him remove her boxing gloves.

“You fought!” He shook his head. “You were not supposed

to. Not like that. What is wrong with you?”

She licked her swollen lip and took the towel he offered to

wipe her face and forehead. Her face was sore but not awful. Her

nose throbbed, but by some miracle it wasn’t bleeding. Her teeth

and jaw ached and there was a painful stitch in her side, but she

felt better than she had before. Her adrenaline was flowing and

her body was going from numb to heavy with fatigue.

He tossed the gloves aside and cut away the tape from her

hands. She flexed them and knew they’d be sore later.

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“You can’t do this again,” he said. “I can’t put my fighter in

danger.”

She laughed. “I wasn’t in any danger. Besides, she wanted

it.” Jude looked at her across the way. She was leaning back

against her corner ropes as her man cut her hand tape and checked

her face and body. She was still watching Jude with the same

deadly but curious eyes.

They had both wanted it. And now that she thought about it,

in some ways it had been a bit…sexual. The dance, the opening

and closing distance, the looks, it had all been like some sort of

foreplay. And despite her fatigue and battle weary body, she was

stirred, needing to battle the woman in another way.

She pushed away from the corner and slipped between the

ropes.

The man in green tried to follow her. “Next time—”

“There will not be a next time,” she said, heading toward the

locker room. She entered and went straight to the sinks. Her face

wasn’t as red as she had expected it to be and the only sign of a

fight she could see was her slightly swollen lip and the Q-tip, which

she removed and tossed into the garbage. She rinsed her face and

hair and shook the cold water away. She gasped as it ran down into

her bra.

“Who are you?” a voice came from behind.

Jude saw the woman in the mirror and turned. “No one.”

“You aren’t my sparring partner, are you?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“What gave me away?”

The woman laughed. “Too many to list.”

Jude walked toward her. “I thought I did pretty well.”

The towel the woman held fell from her hand. “You did. For

a novice.”

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Jude stood inches from her, facing off once again. The

woman had her beat in height and strength. That was unusual.

“It was brave of you to fight.” The smirk reappeared. “And

very, very stupid.”

“That is what you think.”

“How could I think anything else?”

“You don’t know me. You don’t know that I got exactly what

I wanted. Well…” She focused on the woman’s full maroon lips.

“Almost.”

The woman again moved quickly, this time cupping Jude’s

face and pulling it toward her for a forceful, hot kiss. Jude knotted

her fingers in her hair, holding her tightly as their tongues came

slick and serious, searching for dominance. Wet skin on skin

slid as they locked together and devoured each other. Jude tried

to walk her back to the wall, but the woman was stronger and

she resisted and pushed, leading Jude back into one of the larger

stalls. The woman tore away from her long enough to close the

door and secure it. When she came at Jude again she didn’t speak,

just gripped Jude’s bra and yanked it up over her head, tangling

it around her wrists. Then, holding her hands up like that, the

woman attacked her breasts with a hungry, hot mouth, slipping

Jude’s nipples inside with an eager tongue, sucking so hard Jude

almost fell to her knees.

Fighting the sensation, Jude pushed back, sidestepped, and

was able to free her arms. But her hands were still tangled and the

woman took advantage, lowering herself to attach to Jude’s center

through her shorts. She was digging with her fingers, pulling Jude’s

shorts aside, trying to sneak her tongue in on her bare flesh.

Jude squeezed her eyes closed, the feeling wonderful and

terrifying, and she shoved on the woman’s head, trying desperately

to get her to stop. But the woman kept on, relentless, leaving

Jude no other choice. She had to stop; she didn’t let anyone touch

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her without permission—oh God, the tongue hit her, lips kissing

her, mouth trying to latch on. She pushed her again and grew

frantic. She wasn’t in control. Somehow, she managed to free her

hands and, with palms on the woman’s shoulders, Jude shoved

her away, knocking her back and off-balance.

Jude rushed her, pinned her against the wall, and bit into

her neck as she drove her hand down the front of her pants. She

found her clit soaked with arousal and she went right for the kill,

thrusting her fingers deep inside. The woman threw her head back

and groaned, her hands pulling and pinching Jude’s nipples. Jude

wanted to fend her off but she couldn’t risk trying. And what she

was doing, the aggressive way in which she was attacking her

nipples, it was only arousing her further.

“You’re a hot little thing,” the woman said.

“Don’t talk,” Jude said, pumping her harder.

The woman held her tightly, laughing and kissing on Jude’s

shoulder. “But you’re not as strong as me.”

Jude added another finger and used her thumb to flick her

clit. She had to keep control, keep the woman against the wall

and in her hand.

“Agh, yeah, you’re good. Really good. I like you.”

The statement burned in Jude’s ears.

I like you, Jude. What’s the problem?

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” The woman again played with Jude’s breasts.

“Talk.”

She grinned. “Okay.”

But they began to battle again, the woman trying to push her

away. Jude fought her, fucking her with one hand while the other

pushed up on her sports bra. She fed from her quickly, sucking

as hard as she could on her nipple while she pumped her. The

woman’s groans grew longer and louder, her hips began to buck.

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Her fingers knotted in Jude’s hair as she hissed her pleasure in

heated whispers.

“Yeah. That’s it. Hot little thing.”

Jude fucked her with all her might, facing off with her past.

Nicole used to do her just like this, taking her up against the wall,

getting her off, making her come all over herself. Then she’d

laugh and tease her, deciding whether or not she could touch her.

What can I say, babe, you’re a hot fuck. I love doing you.

The woman began to move faster. Her groaning stopped,

along with her whispers. Jude bit her nipple and it sent her over.

“Agh! Agh, yeah!”

She battled Jude with her hips and hole, pushing and

constricting. And before the orgasm was over, she attacked Jude

again, forcing her back to the other wall. She continued to ride

Jude’s hand as she looked down at her.

“Yeah, mmm, that’s it. You’re good aren’t you. You know

you are.” Laughter came from her and she finally stopped and

removed Jude’s hand.

“You got me so wet.”

She was a striking woman, standing there tall and dark and

handsome. Her body was like a Greek statue of perfection, and

she was as passionate about sex as she was fighting.

But Jude had had enough.

The woman was oblivious, though, and started to kneel. “My

turn.”

“No.” Jude held her face and the woman stood.

“Come on. You can’t tease me anymore. It isn’t fair.”

“I’m not teasing. I need to go.”

The woman leaned into her and stroked her flesh through her

shorts.

“You’re soaking. I can feel it. You can’t tell me you don’t

want it.”

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Jude closed her eyes at her use of another familiar phrase.

She held her wrist just like she’d done Mary’s.

Mary.

It was like a breath of heaven and warmth and pleasure

tenfold.

“I don’t.”

The woman stilled.

“What?”

Jude stepped by her and retrieved her bra. She opened the

stall door and spoke. “Thanks for the dance.” She walked to the

bench, tugged on her bra, and removed her shoes. She left them

there, retrieved her duffel bag, and walked into the main gym.

She found her Nikes and slipped them on and saw the man in

green talking to another tall, well-built woman. The real sparring

partner must’ve arrived. He started to come toward her, but the

hard look on her face must’ve stopped him.

The mild night air greeted her as she exited, leaving the

gym behind for good. She felt better in some ways and worse in

others. As she drove home she thought about the woman and their

powerful encounter. But another woman returned to mind as she

continued to drive home.

The woman she still couldn’t seem to get from her mind.

Mary.

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Mary couldn’t concentrate and sat doodling at her desk,

wishing her phone would ring to give her something to

do. The office was somewhat quiet with those around her having

a slow day too. She wanted to call Jude, had even looked up the

phone number to her office at the college, but she decided against

it. She had to leave her alone. At least for a while.

She’d seen her the evening before as she’d arrived early for

class. Jude had been leaving, walking quickly to her vehicle. Mary

had hid nearby, watching her curiously. Jude had seemed stiff, her

piercing eyes hidden by sunglasses. Her gait was purposeful and

her mouth set. She’d crawled into her BMW and driven away

hurriedly.

Mary had wondered with a sinking stomach, whom she was

going to see. A date? Someone at Conquest? How many would

she have that night?

She rose and crossed the office to the break room. She needed

a drink to help settle her once again churning stomach. She

needed to release Jude from the dungeon of her tortured mind.

Mary knew it and had been busy trying, but it hadn’t happened.

Carla Meeker nearly bumped into her as she opened the

break room door.

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“Mary, hi.” She looked her up and down quickly and Mary

fought her old instinct to look away and slump into herself and

instead pulled her shoulders back to stand taller.

“You look great.”

Mary held her gaze. “Thank you.” She thought about

returning the compliment but didn’t. Carla, in her opinion, looked

like a high-priced hooker. Which probably was exactly the look

she was going for.

“Seriously, I love the colors you’ve added to your wardrobe.”

Really? Great. Maybe she should go back to her grays and

browns.

Mary smiled and then when Carla didn’t speak, she

shouldered past her.

“I still want to get together, Mary,” she said after her.

“Okay,” Mary responded, not bothering to turn back. She

heard the door close and she fished for coins in her slacks pockets,

anxious for a diet soda.

“It’s Mary, right?”

Mary turned and found another co-worker in the corner,

flipping through a magazine. It was one of the women she’d

heard talking about her that day in the bathroom.

“Does it matter?” Her heart began to twitch quicker as

she thought about it. The machine kicked out her drink and she

cracked the top and sipped hurriedly so as not to say anything she

might regret.

“I’m Bethany.”

Mary nodded.

“I heard what Carla said and she’s right. You look really

nice.” Her smile was sincere and her words soft. Mary looked at

her for a long moment and decided to be honest.

“Really? You mean I no longer look like a Bible salesman?”

Bethany’s face went blank and then reddened as she

remembered. “You heard—”

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“I’ve heard a lot of the things that have been said about me

around here.”

“I’m so sorry. People are—can be—”

“Terrible?”

She nodded.

“It seems to be in the water around here.”

“Yes, it does.”

Mary studied her and recalled that Bethany had been the

more mellow of the two, having said little in the way of harm in

regard to her. Maybe she wasn’t so bad. She came off as kind of

nice.

“I’m afraid I’ve allowed myself to get caught up in it a few

times.”

“Yes, you have,” Mary surprised herself in saying.

“I have?”

She took another long sip of her soda and joined Bethany at

the small table. “I heard you one day. In the ladies’ room.”

“Oh.” Her blush deepened. “I was afraid that might’ve been

the case.” She raised a nervous hand to twirl her chin length

chestnut brown hair. Her eyes were a pale blue, the kind that

seemed to glisten with bits of white. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

She stood and Mary saw her hands tremble as she gathered her

food wrapper for the garbage.

Mary rose along with her. “You stuck up for me,” she said

quickly. “Sort of. That day.”

Bethany had her back to her and she stopped and stood near

the garbage. “I didn’t do a very good job.”

“You did something.”

She turned. “No, not really. I just…I hate it here, and some

days I don’t know whether to swim in the back of the pack of

piranhas or go off on my own and hope they don’t turn on me.”

“Why would they turn on you?”

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Bethany held her gaze for a long moment but gave away

nothing. “They just would.”

Mary felt her anxiety, could sense it resonating from her

body. Feeling it from another was unusual, and it fell on her as if

it was her own, weighing her down with sadness and helplessness.

She couldn’t stand there and watch someone else feel like shit for

ridiculous reasons just like she had for years.

“Come here.” She tugged gently on her hand and when

they were face-to-face, Mary embraced her for a long, soft hug.

“Whatever it is, it’s okay. You just have to say fuck them and do

your thing.”

“I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can do that like you can.”

“Yes, you can.”

“You’re brave.”

Mary pulled away and laughed. “I am so not brave.”

Bethany wiped a stray tear from her eye. “Yes, you are.”

“No. I just got fed up with being afraid. Fuck these people,

you know? I’m not going to continue to give them the power to

ruin my day. If they want to make fun of me, that’s fine. I hold my

head high and breeze past them. If I hear them, I confront them.

It’s funny how many of them back down when I do that. A little

spine goes a long way with jerks like that.” Mary smiled softly at

her. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

“And if you ever need to talk—”

But Bethany interrupted her by leaning in and pressing her

lips to Mary’s. Mary stood still in shock and surprise. Once she

realized what was happening, she backed away and searched

Bethany’s face for answers.

“You’re—”

“Yes.” She looked frantic suddenly. “I thought you were

too.”

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“I—yes. I am.” They stared at each other for a few long

seconds, and before Mary could say anything else, the door

opened and Wade waltzed in. He stopped and smiled, surprised

at seeing them.

“Mary, Mary—”

“Fuck off, Wade,” she said quickly, her feelings of empathy

and understanding for Bethany gone in an instant, replaced by

anger and contempt for Wade and the others.

“Whoa. What gives?”

Bethany moved away. “I need to go.”

“Bethany, don’t.” She wanted to finish talking to her. She

had dozens of questions, both for Bethany and herself.

“Did I interrupt something?” Wade asked with a smirk, not

even trying to act polite.

Mary gave him a hard look. “You interrupted our

conversation.”

“Apparently.” He laughed as he walked to the snack machine.

“If you want privacy to make out or whatever, you need to go in

the janitor’s closet. Everybody knows that.”

Bethany’s face showed her fear and Wade just stood there

popping peanut M&Ms in his mouth.

“Thanks for the tip,” Mary said. “I’m surprised you know

about the closet considering no one in this office has ever gone in

there with you.”

He studied her quietly for a moment like a great fighter

considering if someone new was a worthy opponent or not.

“You’re incorrect, Mary. I don’t know who your sources

are—”

“If you’re talking about Carla, save it.”

He lowered his snack and his eyes took on a serious look.

“We’ve all heard about that and it doesn’t count.”

“Well, what you heard—”

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“I really don’t want to repeat what I heard. Because it would

only embarrass you and it would make me a gossip. So I won’t

go there.”

“What did you hear?”

Mary turned to Bethany and opened the door. She held it for

her and followed her out, leaving Wade alone and speechless in

the break room.

“What did you hear?” Bethany asked as she exhaled long

and slow.

“Nothing good. Just more office bullshit. Something about

him not being able to get it up.”

They headed toward Mary’s desk and a few of their

colleagues gave them curious glances.

“Thanks for that,” Bethany said. “I think he’s probably still

standing there wondering what happened.”

“I’m sure I’ll pay for it later.” They rounded her cubicle

and Mary sank into her chair. “That’s the thing about changing

and standing up for yourself. At first, they’re shocked and a little

quiet. After the shock wears off, they come full force. Some quiet

and sneaky, others loud and in your face.”

“Then how do you stand to keep doing it?”

“I don’t have a choice. This is who I am. I won’t go back to

hiding from everyone. I can’t.”

Bethany seemed uncomfortable and twirled her hair with

a nervous hand. “I don’t want to hide either, but I’m also very

private.”

“So don’t say anything. No one needs to know your business.

But don’t let them walk all over you either.” She caught sight

of her voice message light. It was blinking. “I gotta get back to

work.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I’ll see you later.”

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She still looked uncomfortable and she looked around

carefully before she left as if making sure no one was watching

her. As soon as she left the cubicle, Mary slipped on her headset

and listened to her voice mail. Disappointment spread through

her like a dark disease. Jude hadn’t called.

She tore off her headset and sat with her head in her hands.

She was angry at herself for still getting so upset. She sighed

and leaned back in her chair. Wade stormed by, bumping into

someone. He cussed at them and continued on, looking to be

headed toward Carla’s office. Mary thought back to what he

almost walked in on. Bethany had kissed her.

It was almost surreal, but it had happened.

She’d been so surprised by it she’d failed to really feel

anything. She remembered the sudden press of Bethany’s lips,

the scent of her spicy perfume, and then the terrified look on her

face when they’d pulled apart. Mary did remember feeling a jolt

of excitement for a second as the realization had set in.

It didn’t even come close to how it felt with Jude. But maybe

the lack of instant lust she’d felt with Bethany was because she

hadn’t been able to give her a real chance.

Mary thought she was attractive and she seemed sincere.

Why hadn’t she noticed her before? She knew the answer. It was

because she’d been one of them. Or at least seemed to be one of

them. Was she?

Mary panicked, wondering if the whole thing could’ve been

a setup? Her insides hardened. Was Bethany off telling the others

right now?

Oh, God.

Stop it. Just stop.

She logged back into her computer, needing to return to

work. Her paranoia obviously wasn’t taking a backseat to her

new attitude. She slipped her headset on again and was just

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about to dial into her phone to accept a new call when Bethany

reappeared.

“Uh, hi.” She still looked nervous, but her voice had a secret

excitement to it. A small folded square of paper fell from her hand

and onto Mary’s desk. “See you later.” And she rushed away,

leaving only the scent of perfume behind.

Curious and more than a little relieved at seeing her there

rather than off gossiping, Mary opened the paper. The message

was written in pencil.

Meet me in the janitor’s closet.

Mary stared at it, convinced she’d read it wrong. Then she

stood and looked around. Everyone was hard at work, taking calls.

Those that weren’t were walking with purpose, unconcerned with

her.

She stared at the block writing. There were no names, no

other clues on the paper.

It was a joke. A setup.

Was it?

Her legs began to move, ignoring her paranoia. She crossed

the room, wadding up the note as she went. It was a joke. It had to

be. No one just up and kissed someone at work and then slipped

them a note telling them to meet in the closet for a make out

session. This wasn’t junior high.

She walked quicker, determined to give whoever was behind

it a piece of her mind. She was so sick of this. Just so, so sick of it.

The closet was off near a corner, on the same wall the

restrooms were in. She opened it with strong force, not bothering

to make sure no one was looking. Bethany was inside, standing in

the dim light. Mary closed the door and confronted her.

“What the hell is this? I don’t need this shit, Bethany. Who

put you up to this? Wade? Meeker? Or did you come up with this

one on your own?”

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Mary couldn’t see her face very well, just her outline.

“What?”

“You think I’m stupid enough to fall for all that crap you

dished in the break room?”

“Crap?”

“You’re all in on this aren’t you? Thought getting me to

admit I’m gay would be funny?”

“No. Mary, I—there’s—this is just me.”

The light seeping under the door began to rest on Bethany’s

face.

“I wanted to be alone with you.”

Mary swallowed as her pulse sped up. “You did?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m attracted to you.”

Mary had never considered such a thing, especially at work.

She wasn’t sure what to say, even though the kiss in the break

room had been a big clue. Her fucking paranoia had made her

misread a situation and led her down the wrong path. Again.

“I always have been. I’ve just been too big of a coward to do

anything about it.” She touched Mary’s face, and her palm was so

warm and soft it threatened to melt Mary. Then she leaned in and

kissed her again, this time with more passion, with lips that were

as hot as her hand and more agile than her long fingers.

Mary found herself getting caught up in it, the kiss, the

woman, the fact that she wanted her. It was nice. And forbidden.

She kissed her back and they deepened their embrace and sought

with awakening tongues. In an instant, Mary was alive and

burning and pushing the limits of control.

She turned Bethany and pinned her to the door, and Bethany

fumbled to lock it. Mary reattached to her lips, drawing in the

lower one as she unbuttoned her pants and sank her hand inside.

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“What are you—”

“Shh. Let me touch you.” Mary had to make her come. She

had to hear her fall to pieces in her ear.

A hiss came from her as Mary stroked her slick knot of flesh.

“Oh God,” she whispered. “Mary.”

“Does it feel good?” She nibbled on her neck as she pressed

into her over and over.

“Yes.”

She tried for Mary’s slacks, but Mary wasn’t ready for that.

“No. Just you.”

“Why?”

“I—” Mary had no answer. She just knew she couldn’t allow

Bethany to touch her like that. Was this what Jude felt like? The

thought clouded her mind and toyed with her, reminding her that

this wasn’t Jude. Bethany didn’t feel like Jude or smell like her

or sound like her.

Groaning, Mary increased the speed of her hand and buried

her face in Bethany’s hair. Bethany muted her own sounds by

kissing and sucking on Mary’s neck.

“Mary,” she said. “Oh, Mary.”

Short, throaty “ahs” pushed into Mary’s ear as Bethany

moved beneath her hand. She came quickly and clung to Mary

tightly.

With her eyes closed, Mary gave to her until she went limp

and stilled. After a few silent moments, she laughed softly and

kissed her way up Mary’s neck to her face. “That was intense. I

don’t think I’ve ever come that fast.”

She tried to kiss her lips, but Mary turned her face and

backed away.

“What is it?” Bethany’s tone had changed. She was worried

and Mary sensed it and felt horrible, knowing that this was what

she felt when Jude pulled away from her.

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“Nothing.”

“Can I touch you?”

Suddenly, she could understand Jude’s perspective and see

her own in Bethany. Instead of comforting her, it left her feeling

hollow inside. Jude felt like this? Jude didn’t really want her?

Didn’t want her to touch her because of control and trust and lack

of true desire? It all made sense.

She had been fooling herself in chasing after Jude.

“Mary?” Bethany was touching her face again. Her eyes

were searching, looking desperately for the connection she’d

thought they had. Mary couldn’t stand to hurt her.

“I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“I will be.” She silenced any further comment by kissing

her. Bethany laughed in obvious delight and Mary welcomed her

tongue with her own. The kiss grew deeper and hotter and Mary

allowed her to unbutton and unzip her pants. She welcomed the

gentle slide of Bethany’s fingertips just like she had her tongue,

by relaxing and just feeling.

Bethany knew exactly what she was doing, and soon Mary

was leaning into her, supporting herself by placing her hands on

the door.

“Yeah,” Bethany said to her. “You feel spectacular.”

Mary’s eyes rolled back with pure pleasure, and again she

buried her face in Bethany’s hair.

“Spread your legs a little further for me,” Bethany said. “Yes,

like that. Ride my hand.” And she plunged her fingers inside and

stimulated her g-spot.

“Oh fuck,” Mary said, closing her eyes.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” She kissed her, swirling her tongue

around hungrily. “I know it does.”

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And then her fingers came out, hot and coated with her

slickness, and stroked her clit. Mary forced everything from her

mind, insisting that the pleasure wash through her.

“Ah, oh God. Oh fuck.” She rocked into her and Bethany

sucked hard on her neck and Mary came, briefly losing control,

bucking wildly, kissing Bethany forcefully, overtaking her with

her tongue and groans. It took all her strength to remain upright,

and when her hands squeaked as they started to slide down the

door, it brought back memories of that first night with Jude when

she had been the one up against the wall getting taken. It seized

her—mind, soul, and body—and she leaned on Bethany as she

shook with raw emotion and orgasmic aftershocks.

The release was bittersweet, just like Jude.

“Fuck.” It seemed to be her favorite word lately. Somehow

encompassing everything she was feeling when no other word

possibly could.

Bethany held her and smoothed her back. She removed her

hand from between Mary’s legs slowly and sucked Mary off her

fingers. “Spectacular,” she whispered.

The sight stirred Mary, and even though a part of her wanted

to kiss her wildly again, a bigger part of her wanted to leave, to

escape the dark confines of the cold closet and drive home to

snuggle safely in her bed where this mad, crazy, awakening world

couldn’t reach her and poke at her insides.

Bethany’s eyes clouded with concern. “You’re not okay are

you?”

Mary fastened her pants.

“Please, just tell me.”

“I—there’s nothing to say. This was…fun.”

“Then why do you look like you’re scared shitless?”

Mary reached for the door. “I can’t explain. Not right now.”

“Can I see you? Outside of work?”

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“I don’t know.” Tears threatened. “I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

Mary felt horrible. How could she do this to someone else

when she knew how badly it hurt? “I’m confused, Bethany. And

I think I’m in love with someone else.”

“Then why do this?”

“I don’t know. I’m such a mess.” She held her hand. “Please

don’t take this wrong. You are amazing and beautiful. But I’m…

lost.”

“Can I call you then? Sometime?”

“You deserve someone far better, Bethany. Someone who

has her head on straight and her heart free.”

She turned the doorknob and slipped out, leaving Bethany

standing there in the dim light.

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ChapteR FiFteen

Jude looked gaunt. At least according to Fran she did.

Sickly. Like she hadn’t seen the sun in weeks.

“Are you sick?” Fran crossed her long legs and sipped

her coffee. Jude had refused one, not in the mood for much of

anything.

“No.”

“Depressed?”

Jude shuffled papers and pretended to stare at her computer.

Fran, as usual, honed in on her. “Ah ha. What is it? Life

crisis, pet died, heartbreak?”

Jude shot her a look.

“I see.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Whatever.” She looked away and Jude could feel the change

in her mood. A few seconds later, she stood.

“What’s wrong?” Jude asked.

“What’s wrong? Oh, nothing.” She fastened her eyes to

her. “Look, Jude, I know you’re private and all that jazz. But I

consider you a friend. One I can trust. I just wish you thought the

same of me.”

Jude exhaled and rubbed her forehead. “Sit. Please.”

Fran hesitated but did. She didn’t bother crossing her legs.

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“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want an apology, Jude. I want you to tell me what’s

going on. Did it ever occur to you that I might actually be able

to help?”

Jude couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is that funny?”

“No. Yes.” She waved the comment off. “Fran, to tell you the

truth I don’t think you really would want to hear what is going

on with me.”

“Try me.”

“You are sure?”

“Jesus, Jude. Come on.”

With a long press of her lips, Jude leaned forward and

steepled her fingers. “I don’t know where to begin.”

“Who is she? The one who has you all twisted up.”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t be coy. Tell me. Who is she? And if you say she’s a

student I will get up off this chair and slap you silly.”

Jude stared at her in disbelief.

“I know you’re gay, Jude. Get over yourself and tell me.”

“You know?” She’d never said a word to anyone. Never

hinted or joked or anything.

“Yes, I know. I also know that the sky is blue and that cactus

out there is green. Come on, I’m not stupid.”

“I didn’t realize it was so obvious.”

“No one talks about it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She crossed her legs. “I know simply because of that.”

“What?”

“You stare at my legs when I cross them.”

Jude cleared her throat as if that would somehow help with

the rush of sudden embarrassment. But she refused to look away

from Fran’s eyes.

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“It’s okay. It’s natural. I work hard for these bad girls so I

don’t mind.”

Nerves caused Jude to laugh a little. Women never made her

nervous, but it seemed lots of things were changing in regard to

women lately.

“She is a student,” Jude said softly.

“Jude, no.”

“Not one of mine and not young.”

“Well, thank God.”

“Her name is Mary.”

“Mary. That sounds nice. Is she nice?”

Jude nodded. “Yes.”

“Did you meet her here?”

Her chair squeaked a little as she leaned back, considering

how to answer. “Not exactly.” When she didn’t say more, Fran

moved on.

“So what’s the problem? You like her, right?”

“Yes, I do. Very much. And that is the problem. I like her too

much.”

Fran laughed. “How is that a problem?”

“Because I like my life like it is.”

“You mean your intensely private, predictable, and lonely

life? That one?”

A smile came. One that held obvious amusement for Fran.

“I am not lonely, Fran. That is, I never used to be. Nor is my life

predictable. I have plenty of excitement.”

“Then there’s something you aren’t telling me.”

“Yes, there is.”

“Okaay.”

“I have many…liaisons.”

Fran blinked. “Oh.” She played with her straw, digging

through her Frappuccino. “I wasn’t expecting that one.”

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“Should I stop?”

“No.” She was quick to answer. “At least one of us is getting

some.”

Jude laughed. “And I wasn’t ready for that one.”

They both laughed.

“Seriously, though, I’m glad you’re telling me.”

Jude fell silent for a long moment. It did feel good to bounce

this off someone, even if it meant entrusting and giving up a little

control.

“So why are you so messed up over this? You like her, but

you obviously like your freedom. Just be honest with her and

move on.”

“I—I’ve tried. She’s persistent and…” Jude rubbed her lips as

she thought about the way Mary tasted. “I don’t want it to stop.”

Fran spoke softer, sensing Jude’s truth. “So don’t stop it then.

Date her, be with her. Make it good. You deserve that, Jude.”

“I don’t think I can.” Her voice cracked and she cleared her

throat again and stood. The topic was causing some emotion to

rise and she didn’t like it.

“Jude? It’s okay. Try to relax.”

“I can’t. This…this is doing something to me.”

“It’s making you feel.”

She stared at her. “What?”

“I think you need to figure out what it is that’s really stopping

you from developing something with this woman. I don’t think

it’s because you have numerous lovers. I think it’s something

more.”

Jude crossed her arms and stared out the window.

“Do you know that in all the years I’ve known you, I’ve

never seen you like this? Ever, Jude. So whoever she is, she’s

reached you. Touched you. And I think that’s probably scaring

the hell out of you.”

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“You cannot possibly know that.” But it was true. Fran, in all

her silent sleuth glory, had hit the nail right on the head.

“I’m not attacking you, Jude.” Fran stood and came to her,

setting her drink on the desk. “I’m your friend. I care.” She

touched her arm. “Whatever it is, you can tell me if you need

to.”

“I don’t know,” Jude whispered, her voice giving. It hurt,

that horrible burning rushing up through her.

“Come here.” Fran turned her and enveloped her in a tight

hug.

Jude didn’t return the hug at first, but when Fran began to

stroke her hair and tell her that it was okay, she not only returned

the hug, she felt like she might cry. She clung tighter to Fran,

trying to force the tears back down.

“I hate feeling like this,” she said. “I hate crying.”

“Sometimes you need to.”

“No.”

“Jude, let it out.”

“I cannot.” But the pain was unbearable. It was burning and

cinching up her throat. Her lungs felt full of acid. “It hurts.” She’d

never cried in front of another, rarely cried even on her own. She

didn’t want to start with Fran.

“Let it out. It needs to come out. You shouldn’t hold pain

inside. It eats away at you.”

Jude stepped away. She couldn’t cry in front of her. The

shame and lack of strength would haunt her for weeks. “I have to

go.” She grabbed her tote and fumbled for her keys. Fran seemed

to understand.

“Go home and let it out. You’ll feel better.”

Jude had to force out acid-coated words. “I will try.”

“If you need me, you know where to find me.”

Jude swallowed painfully and nodded. “Thank you.”

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She left and headed for her car. Boxing, hiking, lifting the free

weights at home, none of it would help. She considered going to

Conquest. She hadn’t been in a week. Would conquering woman

after woman help? She could do it. Fuck someone’s brains out.

But it wouldn’t be the same. She wouldn’t care; she wouldn’t feel

anything like she normally did. Her own excitement wouldn’t

build, wouldn’t burn, wouldn’t explode.

Only Mary could make her feel the passion she craved. But

she didn’t know if she could let someone in. Tears began to build

again, and she drove slowly, wondering if Mary was thinking

of her. She’d seen her around campus, wearing nicer clothes,

walking with a confident, strong gait. She didn’t seem to be

missing Jude and she hadn’t come looking for her at the college

either. Was it all a part of her new game? Should she call her?

Mary would win for sure if she did, and Jude couldn’t handle just

being a part of another game. It had crushed her before, scarred

her for life. She couldn’t be someone’s toy when she had real

feelings for her.

A red light hovered ahead. To head home she needed to

get in the right lane. But home wasn’t where she wanted to go.

She couldn’t stand another night of grading papers and staring

at her parakeet. She dug in her tote for her phone and called

Conquest.

It was after five and hopefully Cord would already be there.

He answered on the third ring.

“Yeah?”

“Cord.”

“Yeah.”

“Has anyone been asking for me?”

She could hear him breathing and she imagined him hauling

ice and beer, readying the bar for the night.

“Lately?”

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“Within the last week. Has anyone called or come by asking

for me?”

“Like that woman? What’s her name, Mary?”

She hesitated as more control fled like an unraveling ribbon

in the wind. “Yes.”

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, probably as

shocked as she was at the admission.

“No. Not since last time.”

No? Nothing? Mary really was serious. She wanted Jude to

come to her. “Okay.”

“You gonna come back?”

She turned left and headed away from home. “I don’t

know.”

“If she calls, I’ll let you know.”

She hung up, unable to respond. There was no point in going

to Conquest. Mary wouldn’t be there. There was only one other

option, and since Mary didn’t have class, Jude had a pretty good

chance of catching her.

She pulled into a gas station and searched for Mary’s address

on her cell phone. It came up right away, and to her relief, it

wasn’t far from where she was.

The air in the car grew stifling as she sat and contemplated

her next move.

Going to Mary’s was risky, desperate, and it guaranteed

nothing. It would only make her look like the seeking lonely fool,

and she’d sworn to herself she’d never go back to that. But what

else was she going to do? She was a wreck. A hollow, pale wreck,

and people had noticed. Everyone but Mary. She seemed to be

doing just fine.

Jude rubbed her temples. What if Mary had moved on? The

possibility was like a hard slap to her face. Worse than the punch

she’d taken from the boxer, which still had her jaw sore.

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She trembled as more tears built up inside. Something had to

be done. She put the car in drive and sped to Mary’s neighborhood.

It didn’t take her long to find her house. It was newer but small

with a mauve Spanish tile roof and white stucco walls. A Chevy

Aveo was parked in the drive.

Jude grew more nervous as she parked along the side of the

street. The nerves drove her crazy, just like the uncontrollable

longing and verging tears. She took a deep breath and walked

with her head high to the front door. The doorbell was loud and

she shoved her hands into her slacks and steeled herself for

composure.

Several moments passed and she could’ve taken off. Mary

would’ve never known it was her, but she wasn’t a quitter or a

hider. She was strong, even if she didn’t feel that way.

The door opened a crack, slowly.

“Jude?” It opened further and showed a well dressed Mary in

a lavender mock turtleneck and stylish gray slacks. She still had

on makeup and Jude found herself focused on her beautiful rich

lips. She was stunning.

“Hello.”

Mary appeared shocked and she seemed to be at a loss for

words. “What—I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Forgive me, but I looked up your address.”

“No, it’s fine, it’s fine. Would you like to come in?” She

pulled the door open further.

“I will get right to the point. I…I want to see you.”

Mary again seemed overcome with surprise.

“You did say I had to come to you, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“Would you like to see me?”

“I—Jude please come in.” She wrapped her hand around

Jude’s and tugged. Jude inhaled at how hot and soft it was. Mary

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noticed, and after she closed the door she released her. “Are you

okay?”

Laughter tumbled out of Jude, but it sounded awkward and

forced. Her body continued to shake even after she stopped.

“Jude?” Mary touched her again.

Oh fuck, her resolve was crumbling.

“Don’t,” she said walking away from her. “I cannot have you

touching me.”

“Why?”

Jude stood behind the sofa. “Look, I just want to see you.”

Mary hugged herself as if she were cold. “Okay.”

“I came over here to say that. That is all.” It wasn’t all, but

she didn’t yet have the strength to express the rest.

“Would you like to sit down? Have a drink maybe?”

“A drink, yes.” She had to calm down. Hearing that Mary

wanted to see her was great, but there was so much more racking

her insides. And the way Mary was looking at her…Jesus. She

had been a fool to think she could handle this. “Wait. No. I had

better go.”

Mary crossed to her quickly as she moved back toward the

door.

“You don’t have to go.”

“I do.”

“Please don’t.” Mary stepped in front of her and pressed her

hands to her shoulders. “Jude,” she said softly. “Please don’t go.

Not yet. You just got here and…“ She touched her face and her

impossibly hot hands felt like they were penetrating her bones.

Mary brushed her thumb over her lip. “What happened? Did you

hurt yourself?”

“Yes.” She had hurt herself. She’d stepped in the ring and

fought someone she was nowhere near qualified to fight.

“How?”

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“It doesn’t matter.”

“You got in a fight? At Conquest?” Worry wrinkled her face.

“No. It was stupid. I was trying—”

She breathed deeply again.

“Trying to what?”

“I was trying to forget about you.”

“Oh.” Mary’s eyes sparkled as if they had filled with tiny

diamonds.

“It was stupid. It didn’t work.” Jude trembled as she blew out

a long breath. “Nothing has worked. And I shouldn’t be telling

you this.”

“Why not?” Mary’s voice was low and her eyelids heavy

with obvious desire. She rubbed her body against Jude’s.

“Because.”

“Because you don’t like admitting such feelings?” She was a

breath away and Jude could smell everything about her, from her

perfume to her shampoo to the sweetness of her mouth.

“Yes.”

Mary kissed her. Very lightly. Touching her lips softly

with delicate, warm presses. “You’re trembling. Do I make you

nervous?”

Jude didn’t answer, but instead kissed her back. She tasted

as sweet as the scent of her had promised and Jude went deeper,

slipping her tongue inside to dance with Mary’s.

“Ah,” Mary said between the long kisses. “I’ve missed you.”

Jude walked her to the couch where she lifted Mary and

placed her along the back. “You have?”

“Oh God, yes.”

It was heavenly music to her ears and her body heated

instantaneously. She held her and kissed her harder, loving the

feel of her slick tongue. “How much?”

Mary laughed. “You really want to know?”

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“Yes.”

“Here.” Mary took her hand and shoved it down her slacks.

Jude felt the heat of her flesh through her panties. “Go inside,”

Mary said, helping her slip inside her underwear. “There,” she

purred. “You feel that? That’s how much I missed you.”

Jude groaned. Mary was as hot and slick as her tongue was

and she grew even more so as Jude stroked her. “Fuck, Mary.”

“Yes,” Mary said.

Jude allowed the desire to overcome her. Mary was ready

and waiting, begging for her to continue. It was better than her

dreams. And suddenly she couldn’t believe she’d gone this long

without inhaling her, touching her, tasting her.

“My mouth must be on you. On all of you. Now.” She tugged

up on Mary’s sweater and with her help, she lifted it over her

head. They kissed again with hungry tongues and Mary gasped as

Jude squeezed her clitoris and went to kiss her neck.

Jude loved the smell of her skin and her moist hair at the

base of her neck. She was about to close her eyes and feast when

she saw a dark red mark. Her blood froze and she pulled away.

The mark was unmistakable. It had been made by a mouth. A

hungry mouth. Someone else’s mouth.

“No,” she let out, stumbling backward. Mary cried out in

surprise as Jude’s hand left her flesh. Jude fumbled against the

two barstools behind her, crashing onto her backside.

“What? Oh my God, what?” Mary hopped off the back of the

couch and hurried toward her. “Jude? What is it? What’s wrong?”

Jude scrambled to her feet and pushed her hands away. She

clenched her eyes as the shock gave way and the unbearable pain

set in. It hurt like nothing had before, and she thought she might

fall to the floor and pass out.

“Jude!” Mary sounded frantic and Jude continued to push

her away. She opened her eyes, but she couldn’t look at her.

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She couldn’t withstand her beauty and scent and see the mark

destroying it all.

Jude hurried toward the door as Mary realized why she was

so upset. “Oh my God. Oh my God,” she said softly and rushed

toward her, trying to wedge herself between Jude and the door.

“Jude. Jude, please listen. It was nothing. Nothing! It was just—

oh God, fuck—I don’t know, a woman at work. She came on to

me and we—it didn’t last long and it was just one time.”

Jude could barely speak and she kept her eyes trained on the

door.

“That mark is more than a kiss.” Jude winced as she imagined

another inhaling Mary’s skin, sucking on it, tasting it.

“It was a one-time thing. I don’t have any feelings for her.

Jude, please.”

“I cannot bear to look at you,” she whispered.

Mary held her face and gently turned it. “Jude, look at me.

Look into my eyes. I want you.”

But another scenario was more likely. Mary had gotten a

taste for sex, for women, and she was experimenting, trying out

new things and other women. It explained her new attitude and

confidence. It made sense, and Jude could hardly blame her.

But she couldn’t be a part of that. Her swelling heart and

uncontrollable feelings wouldn’t allow it.

“I have to go,” Jude said.

“No.” Mary’s expression went from one of fear and concern

to one of confusion. “Why do I get in trouble for making out with

someone for two minutes while you’re fucking a different woman

every night?”

“You are mistaken.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“Two a night?”

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“It isn’t like that.” Not anymore.

“Because it doesn’t exactly make sense.”

“I don’t expect you to understand.” Who would? Jude’s life

may have been simple with a bit of a well controlled wild side,

but to others it must seem completely risqué and irresponsible.

And now, with the way it was all changing inside her, she really

couldn’t expect Mary to understand.

“Good, because I don’t.”

All she’d done was try to prevent this madness.

“Let me go. Let me go before—” But the rising emotion

finally overtook her and she collapsed against the door and sobbed.

The pain was horrible and all-consuming and she hated that she

was doing it in front of Mary and it just made the tears come all

the heavier.

Mary tried to turn her, to soothe her, but Jude refused to

move from the door, keeping her forehead firmly pressed to it.

She didn’t like the noises she was making or the pinched look

her face must have had. She couldn’t control her breathing or the

trembling of her body. Yet she didn’t have the strength to pull the

door open and flee.

“Jude, Jude, come here.” Mary was trying to turn her again,

but Jude refused, pounding the door with her fist.

“I’m sorry, Jude. I didn’t know you wanted me. I didn’t

know anything. I thought you just wanted sex.”

“Just—” Jude tried. “Just leave me alone.”

“I don’t want to. You’re crying, for God’s sake. Just let me

hold you.”

“No. I cannot. Please, just for a few moments. I need to be

alone.”

She felt Mary’s hand fall from her back and heard her walk

away. Jude tried to take big breaths and calm down, but she

wasn’t quite ready yet. Her body had more emotion to purge. The

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tears felt like fiery bindings squeezing her lungs, and it hurt like

hell to let them out. But she knew she couldn’t keep them in any

longer. They had been hatched and there was no way to keep

them contained.

She pounded the door again as the feelings rushed out. Fear.

Loss of control. Vulnerability. Betrayal. And then more came. All

the things she feared exposing herself to. Tenderness. Meaning.

Love. Trust. Touching.

“Jude?” Mary was back and calling to her softly. “You don’t

have to say anything. I just want you to know that it’s always

been you that I wanted.”

Jude wiped her eyes and turned. She drew a deep breath and

leaned against the door for support. Mary looked frightened and

worried and compassionate.

“The only reason why I dressed up like I did and seduced

you like that was so that you would want to see me. Even though

I wanted you and I wanted so much more than sex, I was willing

to give up the rest just so you would continue touching me. And I

had hoped that someday you would let me touch you too.”

Jude still couldn’t speak, but Mary’s words, just like the

mere sight of her, touched her deep inside. Mary had put her

mock turtleneck back on and she was standing there wringing her

hands, worrying herself crazy over a woman she hardly knew, but

she obviously cared very much about.

Most people would give anything for such a woman. But

Jude had fought it and run from her, while still taking Mary’s

body to satisfy her own selfish need to feel her and consume her.

“I’m sorry,” Jude finally said and her lungs ceased burning

and the fog in her mind cleared.

“Don’t be. Everyone cries.”

“I’m sorry for crying, yes. But mostly I’m sorry for the way

I have treated you.”

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“You were honest with me. That’s more than most. And you

never asked to get involved, that was all me.” She came closer.

“I’m not worried about that though. I’m more curious about why

this upset you so much.” She lightly touched her neck where the

mark was hidden beneath her shirt.

“Is it not obvious?”

“Is it because you—”

“Because I am selfish.” This time Jude took a step toward

Mary. “It is just me being selfish, just like I always am.”

“How so?”

Jude whispered, the words so powerful that if she said them

any louder they would’ve knocked her over. “I want you, Mary.

For myself. I don’t like to think about you with another. I cannot

bear to think about it.”

“You can’t?”

“No.”

“But you still want freedom for yourself?”

“No.” Jude rushed toward her. “Mary, I only want you. I have

tried with others and no one—there is only you.” She touched

Mary’s face. “Knowing this, accepting this. It has nearly killed

me.”

Mary stared deeply into her eyes and swallowed. “Me too.”

Jude smiled, so moved by her. She trembled. “And I’m so

afraid.”

“I know,” Mary said softly, holding Jude’s hands to her face.

“I know.”

“I haven’t—there hasn’t been anyone in a long time. Years.”

“Someone hurt you.”

Jude shook her head. “It is stupid. Old wounds.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

Jude kissed her softly. “You cannot possibly promise that,

Mary.”

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“I can.”

“No, but it doesn’t matter.”

Mary kissed her fingertips. “What does matter?”

“This. Right here, right now.” She kissed her and they

melded together, capturing and holding and tasting. “And you.

Only you.” Jude held her closer, tighter, running her hands up and

down her back, searching for bare skin. When she found it she

groaned and lifted the shirt off her once again.

“You’re better than any fantasy I have ever had,” Jude said

as she gently kissed her shoulders, thumbing away the straps of

her bra. “I have been a fool to deny it.”

Mary sighed with awakening pleasure. “Jude,” she said and

then clung to her with her arms and eager mouth.

Jude lifted her and hurried down the hall, stopping against

the wall a few times along the way to gain her balance and devour

Mary further.

“In here,” Mary said breathlessly, pointing.

Jude carried her to the bed and set her down. Then she

latched on to her neck and bit softly. “Mary.”

Mary’s nails dug into her skin and Jude arched into her,

trying to ease her onto her back. But Mary resisted, wanting

instead to undress Jude. She did so by starting at the base of her

blouse, unbuttoning it slowly all the way up. Her mouth followed

her hands as they slid along opening the edges, revealing a toned

path of tingling skin. Jude sighed as Mary’s lips welcomed her,

kissing her torso as they traveled all the way up. When they

reached Jude’s mouth, they teased, a long pink tongue darting out

at her lips.

Mary laughed just like she had the night Jude had seduced

her, and it sent a bolt of desire right up her spine. Mary felt her

react and she halted after tugging on Jude’s lower lip. “Is this

okay?” she asked. “Me being aggressive?”

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Jude made a noise of approval and squeezed her tightly.

“God, yes. You never have to ask.”

Mary grinned. “So my sexy persona didn’t scare you away

any?”

“Nein.” She hugged her tighter and Mary laughed. “You are

sexy all the time.”

“In that case…” Mary pushed away and walked to the side of

the bed where she turned back the covers and lit the two candles

on her nightstand. Then as Jude watched, she stripped completely

and curled her finger at her, beckoning.

Jude walked up to her, her mouth already watering at the

way the candlelight was dancing on Mary’s skin. She bent to kiss

her again, but Mary stopped her with a gentle finger. “Wait.”

Mary’s eyes were large and soulful and they took Jude in

and held her. Safely, warmly. Her hands dropped to undress Jude,

starting with her bra and finishing with her slacks and shoes. She

motioned at the bed. “Lie down.”

A few nerves fluttered and Jude hesitated.

“Please. Before I make you.”

Jude laughed softly. “Okay.” The sheets felt cool against her

back, but she warmed up quickly as Mary slid in next to her and

wrapped her in her arms.

“I bet you’re wondering what it is I plan on doing to you.”

“You would be correct.”

“Mm. Should I tell you? How about I just show you?” Jude

watched Mary’s hand as it trailed up and down the center of her

abdomen, just like her mouth had when she’d unbuttoned her

shirt.

Jude’s body responded at once and she lifted up into her,

unable to remain still.

“Feel good?” Mary asked, whispering in her ear.

“Yes.”

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“Good. Because that’s what this is all about. I want to make

you feel as good as I do when you touch me.”

Jude licked her lips as her heart raced. She wanted it. She so

badly wanted it. But could she really relax and take it?

“It will be okay,” Mary said, kissing her ear, her jaw, her

lips. “Here.” She took Jude’s hands and placed them on her bare

breasts so Jude was holding herself. Then she propped herself up

on one arm and placed her hand on Jude’s. Lightly, delicately, she

touched Jude’s skin through the gaps of her fingers.

“If at any time you want me to stop, you need to say so. No

other word will do.”

Jude laughed. “I won’t need to.”

“Ah, my darling Jude, you cannot possibly know such a

thing.”

Jude reached up and stroked her hair. It was dancing and

shimmering. She was so beautiful and so full of life. “I want you,

Mary. All of you. That means knowing you.”

Mary kissed her hand. “Quit it. Any more talk like that and

I’ll lose my patience and eat you alive.”

“In that case…”

“Oh no, you don’t.” Mary straddled her and shrieked when

Jude tried to tickle her. “Quit it!” But she was laughing so hard

she could hardly protest.

After battling for a few seconds, she was finally able to

pin Jude’s hands above her head. “There.” She was breathless

and flushed and Jude was so turned on she could feel herself

throbbing. “Now where was I?”

“You were just about to eat me alive.”

“Oh no. Not so fast.” She released her hands and brought

them back down to where they were before. “I touch you only

where you touch you.”

Jude tried to speak.

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“No, don’t argue.” She repeated the touch from before,

touching her skin between the gaps of her fingers. “Like

that. And if you want more, or a different spot, just move your

hand.”

Jude immediately moved her hands and framed her nipples,

causing Mary to laugh.

“You move fast, Professor Jaeger.” She skimmed her fingers

across her taut nipples and Jude hissed with pleasure.

“I like it when you call me that,” she said.

“I like it too.”

She bent and licked Jude’s fingers, beginning with the tops

and then lowering to rim the insides. Jude had done the same to

her when she’d touched herself at Conquest. The sensation was

breathtaking. And when she reached her nipples, Jude came up

off the bed and kissed her madly. Mary cried out and pinched

her nipples. Jude clawed at her back, pushing her tongue into her

again and again.

Mary tore herself away and panted.

But Jude didn’t wait for her to speak. “Touch me,” she said.

“Now.”

She leaned back and took hold of Mary’s hands. She led them

all over her upper body and down to where Mary was straddling

her.

“Are you sure?”

This was the moment Jude had been thinking about for

weeks. And now that it was here, there was no denying the way

she felt. It was what her body wanted, what her mind wanted,

what her heart wanted. She looked into Mary’s eyes and nodded.

“I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t.”

Mary stared so passionately at her Jude thought she might

burst into flames. And then she whispered, “Baby,” and lowered

herself, pressing Jude open with firm palms to her inner thighs.

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She breathed on her heavily and then attached her mouth and

tongued her through her panties.

Jude shouted and lifted herself, tangling her hands in Mary’s

hair. “Oh, fuck, Mary,” she said watching her and going insane.

“Fuck, it feels so good.”

Mary tugged harder and then flattened her tongue and licked

her, sneaking her tongue into the sides to tease her bare flesh. Jude

called out and held her tighter, then lay back to push herself up into

her.

“Hurry, Mary. Hurry. I’m afraid I might hurt you.” Her

fingers were already painfully tight and her body was so alive

and rigid with want there was no telling what her strength might

bring.

Mary stopped and hurriedly helped tear her panties off. She

looked hungry and driven, thirsty for Jude’s flesh. She held her

gaze for a long moment before dipping her head and taking in all

of her.

“Ahhhh fuuuck meee.” Jude’s eyes rolled and closed. The

pleasure was so great it was almost unbearable, and she thought

for sure she would die right there with Mary sucking her off.

“Fuuuck.” It was all she could say, and when Mary stroked her

with her slick tongue while she held her tightly in her mouth,

Jude almost cried in sheer ecstasy. Words were gone and her brain

was molten pleasure. All she could do was pump herself into her

and squeeze her hands in Mary’s hair. And it got better and better

and Mary moaned into her and Jude went insane with need.

“Hurry. Oh, please.”

But Mary released her and looked up at her with dancing eyes.

Then she focused on Jude’s flesh and snaked out her tongue to

rim her clitoris. She circled it over and over and Jude whimpered,

helpless.

“Mary,” she cried.

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“Yes.”

“Please.”

“Like this?” She licked at her slowly. Full tongue pressing

over her for a miniscule second.

“Mm.”

She quickened her rhythm and pressed harder.

“Yes!”

Then she stopped and took her clit in her mouth with wet,

puckered lips. She sucked hard and then released her to lick. She

continued the pattern until Jude couldn’t control herself anymore.

“Mary, please, now!”

“Please what, baby? Tell me.”

“More,” she said. “Oh God, more. Mary, please, more. And

don’t stop. Ah, fuck, don’t stop.”

Mary reattached to her with a pleasurable moan, taking her

in to suck and lick at the same time.

Jude tugged on her hair, ensuring she couldn’t back away,

and she pumped harder, faster, and clung to Mary like she was

clinging to life. And then her climax crushed her back into the

bed, tightening all her muscles for several blissfully long seconds,

tearing through her body like an erotic virus set loose within her

blood. She loved it, oh dear God, how she loved it, and when

it finally blew away like a quick breath of air to a candle, she

opened her eyes and focused on Mary who was lying between

her legs with the most beautiful look she’d ever seen on a woman.

“Hi,” she said and grinned.

Jude waved, her voice tight. “Hi.”

“I suddenly feel shy.”

Jude laughed. “Shy? Come here.”

Mary crawled up and laid next to her and Jude covered them

both with the sheet and then snuggled into her, wrapping her in

her arms.

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“What are you thinking?”

“That was…” Mary started. “Jude, if anybody could

experience what I just experienced, they’d be lined up out the

door at Conquest twenty-four seven.”

Jude chuckled and bit her shoulder playfully. “That’s how it

is for me when I see you climax. I don’t know how you got this

far in life without a slew of lovers.”

“I don’t want a slew of lovers. I don’t think I ever would’ve

wanted that.”

Jude brushed a hair from her cheek.

“And I don’t want them lined out the door at Conquest.”

“You don’t?”

“No.” She kissed her lips. “There isn’t going to be any more

Conquest.”

Mary held her face and searched her eyes.

“All I want and need is right here.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Mary beamed at her and her eyes filled with tears. “Jude, I

don’t want to scare you, but—”

“But what?”

“Nothing.” She wiped her eyes and shook her head.

“Nothing. I’m just glad you’re here. I’m just so glad you’re here.”

She kissed her and when it deepened, she moaned and straddled

Jude once again.

“Oh no,” Jude said playfully as she sat up.

“Oh yes.” Mary wrapped herself around her and tugged

on her lips with hungry teeth and tongue. “Fuck me. With your

fingers, right now.” She pulled away a little and Jude slid her

hand down her front to her center. It was slick and waiting and

when she went inside, Mary threw her head back and groaned.

“Oh, Jude. Oh, beautiful Jude.”

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She came back up and looked in her eyes as she began to

move her hips. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me all night long.”

Jude kissed her and tightened her grip on her lower back as

she curled her fingers against her. She was tight and wet around

her. She was beautiful and flushed and moving against her.

No, there was no other place on earth Jude would’ve rather

been.

“I will, Mary,” she said, putting her mouth to her neck. “I

will.”

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ChapteR sixteen

It was already dark when Mary pulled up to Conquest.

The one streetlight hummed and struggled just like it had

the first night she’d come to the club. That night seemed like a

million years ago and so too did the anxiety she’d felt.

Crossing the parking lot, her high heels clicked and her tight

leather skirt swished a little against her backside. A man near the

door grinned and nodded to her as he lit up and she waved to him

even though he was bare-assed and still a little creepy.

Nothing in the club scared her now, and when she stepped

in the door and saw and heard the roar of laughter from her

colleagues, she didn’t run off or burn with embarrassment and

shame. Instead, anger and amusement passed through her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked, making her

way to the bar. Though slightly unnerved, she hid it well and

downed a shot of tequila.

“Us? What about you?”

“Holy shit! She’s really here!”

“In fishnets and stilettos!”

There appeared to be five or six of them, most of them men.

Mary remained calm and ordered another shot of tequila from

Cord who was giving her a curious look. She knew he was about

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to blow, and from the looks of the guys sitting at the bar, he wasn’t

the only one.

Mary slung back her shot and turned to face them. As she did

she saw Bethany and Carla Meeker in the far corner. Both were

watching her. She crossed to them slowly, surprised at seeing

Bethany.

“Ladies,” she said. “Enjoying yourselves?” They were

holding hands and Mary wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or

something more.

Bethany was quick to speak. “I had no idea where we were

going. They just said we were going out for a drink.”

“Well, why don’t we have one? On me?”

Carla just stared at her, eyes wide. She kept looking Mary

up and down, and Mary was amused. She’d never seen Carla so

quiet before.

“Or maybe not.” She turned back to the men. They were

taking bets and talking about who Mary would get it on with.

She was surprised at how calm she still was. At how meaningless

these men and what they thought were. Still…she did have to

work with them.

“You assholes need to go,” Cord suddenly belted, silencing

them.

Mary approached. “Wait a minute. They had the card, right?”

He gave her a hard look and eventually nodded. A man at the

bar spoke. “One of ’em did.”

“Which one?” Mary asked.

Wade’s face fell as they all pointed to him. Mary walked up

and held out her hand. “Let’s see it, Wade.”

He glared at her and refused. But Cord rounded the bar

and dug it out for him, fished it right out of his back pocket. It

appeared to be well used and it had a name scrawled on the back.

“Night.”

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Mary called out over the music, and there Night appeared in

all his unisex glory. His sidekick Sky, who wore a mask, slinked

up to Mary and hung off her side. The sight of them brought back

visions from her first night, and that same excitement rushed

through her again.

“The fresh one,” he hissed at her, trying to lean in and kiss

her. She pushed him away, excited but not interested.

“It’s not my card,” she said. “It’s his.” She pointed to Wade.

Night quickly sized him up.

“Oh, him.”

Mumbles and some laughter came from her colleagues.

“He’s been here before?” she asked, trying to hide her

surprise.

“Yes.”

“He’s been with you?”

Night looked at Cord who crossed his beefy arms and

nodded. Night answered. “Yes. He only likes me. Says he likes

little men.”

There were gasps all around. Mary fed the card back to Wade

who stood looking completely shocked and embarrassed. She

moved to the rest of the guys.

“Was this enough of a show for you?” None of them held

her gaze and every single one of them looked uncomfortable.

She nodded a thanks to Cord who ordered them out. She couldn’t

help but smile a little in victory. She’d faced up to them and

showed no fear while being exactly who she was. She was proud

of herself.

“Hey, Mary,” Cord called to her as she headed down the

hallway. She turned. “Those two chicks that were with them, they

wanna stay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. They wanna go off to a room together with Sky.”

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“Wow.”

“Are they gonna give me trouble?”

Meeker and Bethany. She shrugged. “I don’t think so. Watch

the blonde one though.”

“The tart with the fake tits?”

“Yes. She’s a bit—”

“Hyper?”

She nodded. He threw up his hands and walked away

mumbling to himself.

Mary faced Jude’s door. With a deep breath, she entered

without knocking and Jude jumped out of her skin.

“Mary, Jesus.” She was holding a leather vest and had it

gripped to her chest.

“Sorry, I know the red sign is up,” she said, grinning.

“That’s okay,” Jude said with a low, seriously interested

voice. Her eyes traveled over her several times. “What are you

wearing?”

“Oh, just a little something I felt like trying on.” She edged

the room slowly, letting Jude take her in. “What are you up to?”

The room had been cleared of personal items, leaving only the

bed and dresser.

Jude finally tore her eyes away and refocused on her large

duffel bags. “I’m packing.”

“Moving out are you?”

“Yes. You know that.”

“Do I? Oh, I must’ve forgotten.” She was teasing her and

Jude knew it.

“Is there something I can help you with?” She placed her

bags on the floor and walked toward her. She looked deadly in her

worn jeans, dark, heavy boots, and a black tank. Mary could’ve

come on the spot, especially when Jude’s wicked gold eyes

flicked at her just like they did that very first night.

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“Yes, I think there might be.” She held her ground even

when Jude was a short breath away. “I’m looking for a teacher.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, someone who can teach me a bit of German. Know

anyone?”

“I might.”

“She has to be good-looking, though. Gorgeous, in fact. With

a jawline like a god and hard-edged muscles.”

Jude leaned in.

“And blond. She has to have short blond hair, and—”

But Jude cut her off, lifting her quickly and pinning her to

the wall. She kissed her wildly. Mary had to turn away to speak,

and it was still difficult with Jude rubbing against her and sucking

on her neck.

“And she has to be tall and strong and confident. And—”

Jude kissed her again and lowered her a bit to fumble in

Mary’s purse. When she found what she was looking for, she

grabbed it and then flung the purse to the floor.

“What are you—” Mary couldn’t quite see what Jude was

doing; she could only feel and then Jude was pressing against her

tightly, holding her up with her body while her hand messed with

her jeans. As soon as Mary realized what she was doing, Jude

had shoved up her skirt and was positioning the phallus at her

opening and then—

Jude thrust and Mary flung her head back and cried out short

and sharp.

“Jude!”

“Yes, baby, take it.”

“Oh God. Oh God. It feels so good.” She ran her hands over

her face and kissed her deeply as Jude continued to shove into

her. “Jude, oh fuck, baby.” She clawed at her back and hair, held

on to her neck as the thrusting grew more frenzied.

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“Jude, Jude,” she said, closing her eyes to the onset of

pleasure. “Jude, Jude, Jude!” And she came with her body tensing

against Jude, pushing back on her, legs flexed, toes pointed, arms

squeezing Jude tightly. It went on and on and Jude never stopped.

She just kept thrusting and pushing, until Mary went hoarse and

limp in her arms.

They both struggled to breathe, and eventually Jude lowered

them both as she eased to her knees. Her neck and face were red

with exertion, her veins thick with rushing blood. Mary nibbled

on one running along her shoulder.

“Jude?” She smelled of sweat and that same masculine

cologne.

“Yes?”

“Remember when I told you I didn’t want to scare you?”

Jude searched her eyes.

“Well, I think I should tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

She looked so raw with desire and spent energy.

“I love you.”

Jude stared at her, but Mary could tell the words had reached

her. Her eyes were churning like a glowing pot of honey.

“I’m in love with you,” Mary whispered. She touched her

face. “Am I scaring you?”

“No, not at all.”

Mary sighed and laughed nervously. “Good. I was afraid you

might want to run.”

Jude took her hand and kissed it. “I—”

“You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t say it so you

would—”

“Shh.” Jude pressed a finger to her lips. “I’m in love with

you too.”

“You are?”

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Conquest

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Jude laughed. “I am. But—”

“But what?” Her heart raced with panic.

“I love you, Mary, but you talk too much.” She laughed and

kissed her, squeezing her buttocks. “Way too much.”

“Oh, I do, do I?”

“Yes.”

Mary pushed away, laughing when Jude held fast to her,

trying to kiss her. She managed to stand and gain her balance.

Jude’s laughter died as Mary retrieved her purse.

“You’re leaving?”

“No. But—”

“But what?” Jude stood. Her confidence had returned, and

Mary had to look away so she could concentrate on what she was

looking for. When she found it in the bottom of her purse, she

smiled devilishly at Jude.

“But there’s something I wanted to do before we left this

place for good.”

“Really.” She nodded. Jude inched closer. “Well, what is it?”

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?”

“I’m sure.”

“You have to be really sure. And if you want me to stop you

have to say stop. No other—”

Jude pressed her finger to her lips again. “Zip it and tell me,

Mary.” She tugged on her lips with her hot mouth. “I won’t need

you to stop.”

Mary held up the handcuffs and swung them on her finger.

Jude laughed and tried to take them.

“Oh, no,” Mary said. “These are going on you, my love.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

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“You’re going to have to make me,” Jude said, serious with

need and desire.

Mary tossed her purse aside and moved toward her. “Oh, I

plan on it.”

THE END

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About the Author

Ronica Black is an award winning author and a three-time

Lambda Literary Finalist. Her books range from romance and

erotica to mystery and intrigue, and she enjoys trying her hand

at all. Her next book, Wholehearted, a traditional romance, is to

be published in 2012. Ronica also enjoys drawing, painting, and

sculpting. She lives in Glendale, Arizona, with her partner where

she relishes a rich family life and raising a menagerie of pets.

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