Chapter 1
The throng at the airport was maddening. Incoming flights added to the chaos. Those outbound did not seem to come quickly enough.
Eva Cabot procrastinated calling her husband. She was scheduled to depart Chicago within the hour. Naturally, her flight was overbooked. An announcement boomed from the overhead speaker informing passengers to reconfirm their seats at the check-in counter. Businessmen, late from their meetings or concerned about making them, demanded inclusion. Everybody seemed anxious to get to New York.
Everybody, that was, except Eva. Although she had purchased her ticket well in advance, she refrained from getting in line.
A tall, dark-haired man leaning against the wall commanded her attention. Her eyes frequently rested on him while she sat. Not in the habit of staring, Eva attempted to focus on her "To Do" list. She fanatically compiled lists, yet rarely accomplished everything slated. A shortage of time accounted for most unfinished tasks. Those undesirable were often left incomplete.
Calling Roger was number seven. She tapped her pen beside the note.
Eva glanced at that cute guy again. His dark brown hair was thick and, although not long, heavier in back. Roughly six-foot-four, trim and of Italian ancestry, he had on a Navy-blue suit and red silk tie. He nearly blended into the scenery. His height and bearing, however, set him apart. He periodically consulted a gold wristwatch, then scanned the crowd. Beside him sat a leather briefcase.
Eva regarded her open-faced planner. The need to call Roger gnawed at her. Postponing it seemed a poor idea. She envisioned him sitting beside the phone, willing it to ring.
When she looked up, she found that man staring right at her. He flashed her a sexy smile. She demurely returned his greeting, then returned to her agenda.
Eva wondered if he had known of her furtive study. She tried being surreptitious. The man, nevertheless, appeared flattered. She was by no means unattractive. About five-foot-six, blonde and deliciously slim, Eva received her fair share of second glances. Men's heads usually whipped around when she entered a room. Her dazzling blue eyes and thick, pouting lips attributed to their curiosity. She exemplified the classic businesswoman: a cream-colored jacket and skirt, white blouse, matching pumps and a string of pearls. A single barrette held her long blonde hair in place. A set of bangs feathered across her forehead.
Eva was a sales representative for a financial services provider. She peddled a suite of software applications designed to take the drudgery out of routine tasks. Her company also offered consulting services for in-house systems. Travel was very much incorporated into her position.
Her husband, Roger, maintained a low opinion of her job. A typical chauvinist, he believed a woman's place was at home. He tolerated her appetite for a career, yet expected her to tire of it. To ensure that her enthusiasm would eventually dampen, he let the household chores fall completely on her. He never lifted a finger to do the dishes. Grocery shopping was beneath him. As for laundry and gardening, he couldn't be bothered.
Roger Cabot was a high-powered stockbroker who pulled in the big bucks. Eva was aghast at the outrageous management fees he charged his clients. He patiently explained, as though she were dense, that supervising multimillion dollar accounts warranted them.
Naturally, everything Roger did was logical. Eva's pursuits were comparatively fruitless. Trying to get people to buy merchandise purchasable off the shelf from any software dealer seemed absurd. It didn't weigh well against his profession, nor compensation level.
The man across the gate actively flirted with her. She was accustomed to that while making her pitch to a prospective client. Occasionally, she played along based on her intuition of clinching a sale.
That man, however, was not in the same league as the harmless cavaliers she met on her dog and pony shows. Eva blushed. He seemed even more attractive than a moment earlier. White teeth gleamed against tanned, olive skin. He had piercing brown eyes that seemed to probe her soul.
The assumption that he was probably incredible in bed occurred to her.
They broadcasted a reminder over the speaker system, advising passengers to stop at the check-in counter for seat assignments. The flight was booked solid, adding to the depression of those on stand-by.
Eva turned to her list. Her pen wavered at item seven. She had to call Roger.
Strolling to the bank of pay phones, she felt that man's eyes follow her. She wondered if he mentally undressed her. His dashing smile contributed to that speculation.
Eva picked up the phone and told the operator she wished to place a collect call to Roger Cabot in New York City. While waiting, she glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, that man grinned at her. Those dark, hypnotic eyes thoroughly digested her.
Eva suppressed a shiver. She refused to acknowledge the excitement in the pit of her groin.
"It's about God damn time," Roger declared. "How long were you planning to wait?"
His snarl brought the crash of reality. Eva briefly dispensed with the background distractions. "I'm sorry. The place is a madhouse. There was a line."
"Come on. There are others." He sighed with disgust. "What flight are you on? I'll get you at LaGuardia."
"You needn't go through the bother. I can take a cab."
"I insist. By the way, your sister is anxious to speak with you. That guy she'd been seeing dumped her and she's distraught. Personally, I don't see why she doesn't seek therapy. You can't always be there to pick up the pieces."
Eva sensed a dig in the offing. "Debbie means well. She's just young and extremely sensitive."
"You forgot 'flaky.'"
"Please be more understanding, Roger. She relies on me."
"Which reminds me, you forgot to pay my American Express bill," came more sarcasm. "I just received notice that they canceled my card. Nice going, Eva. It only took all morning to straighten it out."
"I swear I put a check in the mail."
"Sure. You also forgot to mention that we had a dinner engagement with Henry Brooks and his wife. Jesus, Eva, he's my top client."
Eva paled. Indeed, Henry Brooks accounted for the bulk of Roger's management fees. "I'm sorry. It must have slipped my mind."
"This can't go on. Your job has become a nuisance. It's preventing you from being efficient. We need to talk when you get back."
Eva dreaded the confrontation awaiting her. Roger's foul mood plainly registered.
"I'll be at the gate," he said after jotting down her flight information.
Eva slowly replaced the instrument on its hook. She did not relish the thought of returning to New York. She didn't have much to look forward to, other than an irate husband. A nasty storm brewed on the home front.
The line at the check-in station had dwindled. A female voice enlightened passengers that boarding would soon begin.
Eva blocked out all notification. Roger's harsh tone internally rumbled. She anticipated a spat. Dejected, she returned to her seat. She discounted the departing people surrendering their stubs. The ticket remained in her purse, not validated. When she emerged from her troubled reflection, the area was almost completely deserted.
That tall, dark-haired guy walked toward her, carrying his briefcase. He was even more handsome as he made his approach. His rugged masculinity impressed her. Italian men always struck her as sexy.
He presented her a disarming smile. "Pardon me, but didn't you just miss your flight?"
She shrugged. "I suppose I did."
The dark eyebrows lifted. "Care to join me for a drink while waiting for the next one?"
A cocktail would indeed have a tonic effect on her jangled nerves. His invitation, though courteous, hastened her heartbeat. That it was extended by someone she found wildly appealing should have been irrelevant. She tried not to lift the mask of her true emotions. "Why not?" she said before allowing a change of mind.
The airport bar had a cozy corner booth. Without asking, he steered her to it. The dimmed lighting softened the tension in her demeanor. Guilt began its slow descent. Within moments of sitting, she regretted accepting his polite overture. She should have been in the air, hurtling to New York-not indulging her imagine with a stranger.
At any rate, Eva could not take her eyes off him. He mesmerized her. The dark spheres he leveled seemed to explore her most intimate thoughts. They seduced her. The corners of his mouth tugged into a charming smile. He calmly dared her to meet his gaze.
He made forgetting about Roger simple-at least, momentarily.
"Aren't you suppose to be boarding a plane?" she asked, breaking the pounding silence.
He shook his head. "I was waiting for someone."
"Won't you miss that person while you're here?"
"Possibly, but I'm confident he'll find me."
Eva was gratified to learn that he hadn't been expecting a woman. She didn't feel the need for competition.
His name was Frank Sirocco, she discovered during her first glass of Chablis. Frank did not refer to his field of work, nor marital status. She could not fault him for that evasion, for she neglected to supply him with like details.
Alcohol sharpened her focus. Certain subtleties became more visible. She noticed his large hands and long, extensive fingers. A gold Rolex watch, calculated at nearly two thousand dollars, adorned his hair-rough wrist. He didn't wear cologne, yet smelled shower-fresh clean. The most notable quality was his voice. She loved his deep, masculine register. It struck a resounding chord.
They issued an announcement about the next flight boarding. Several people sitting on bar stools nodded and collected their things.
Frank grinned. "Now's your chance before your luggage gets too far away from you."
Eva dismissed it with a smirk. The second glass afforded her a pleasant buzz. She found herself immensely enjoying his company-particularly when the alternative was a vituperative Roger. "I suppose I'll just have to do without my clothes."
Frank displayed perfect white teeth. Eva wondered if he professionally modeled. He certainly had the GQ look. Do you live without rules?"
"Upon occasion, that could be fun." She was conscious of the signals he sent. Making light of them, she was coquettish in return. The wine eased her inhibitions. She often had cocktails with a client when wrapping a deal. Eva flaunted her sex appeal with a drink in hand. Flirtation in her book was harmless, as long as it was contained.
"What does your husband have to say about that?"
Eva refrained from flinching. It suddenly occurred to her that she had neglected to remove her wedding ring. The two-carat diamond glittered as proof of her marital commitment. "At this point, I don't care."
He bent his head toward her and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial level. "Would he be disappointed at your having a drink with a strange man?"
Eva measured her words before answering. While a response slowly formed, Frank pressed against her thigh. A hot, tingling rush went through her.
"Have you ever done anything without your husband's knowledge?" he huskily inquired.
Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head.
"Nevertheless, it's crossed your mind?"
Eva's pulse raced. Was Frank adept at reading people? Was her unhappiness that conspicuous? She never dreamed of being unfaithful to Roger in the past, yet frequently reevaluated her contentment. She lacked the courage to take action. Her husband squelched any variant of defiance.
Frank increased the tension to her thigh. Her defenses weakened. She could feel herself tighten.
"I don't think you want to go home, Eva. The man waiting there doesn't appear to satisfy you. You're looking for something more."
Those long, sensual fingers inched toward her hand. She did not try to move it. A delicious chill ran up her spine.
"Let's get out of here."
They could have gone on drinking, pretending the magnetism didn't exist, but Eva would have been kidding herself. She could not face her husband and endure his petulant behavior. Having reached her limit, she fled from responsibility.
Frank drove her to a nearby motel. The wine clouded her judgment. Rationale escaped her. Her heart thudded as they sped down the street. The oncoming street lights illuminated his virile profile. They were two ships, passing in the night, headed for an appointment with destiny.
That jittery sensation between her legs escalated. She felt hot, itchy and in need of a man.
Eva knew where he was taking her. Frank made no secret of it. He paid attention to the road and avoided nurturing her interest. Her consent to leave with him had been sufficient indication.
She believed that having him would relieve the anxiety brought on by Roger. Casual sex seemed a viable remedy. She perceived why a spouse would want a fling. A pure, physical outlet, devoid of emotional attachment, filled the bill.
Yes, she quietly acknowledged. Frank Sirocco was precisely what she needed. His charisma, his sexy voice, his manhood spurred her desire.
She did not want to know much about him. The thrill stemmed from her ignorance of his background. She only wanted to know him skin to skin, for a single night of insane passion.
Mercifully, the ride was short. She waited in the car while he paid for the room. Not a second went by in which she suffered a sobering thought about cheating. She decided to suspend all shame for the night.
Eva walked in after he unlocked the door. The room was pitch back. She skimmed the wall in search of a light switch. Before she could find one, Frank's large hand closed over hers. He flattened her to the wall with his body. Before Eva could react, his mouth came down on her neck. The press of his warm, wanting lips took her by surprise.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, overcome with tingles. She reached out and felt hard muscle beneath his suit coat. His arms consisted of steel. Perched on her tiptoes, she moved toward that exciting mouth. A bubbly warmth emanating from her crotch expanded through her body.
Using his free hand, he shut the door. The neon sign blinking through the window was their only light source. They were alone and out of view. There didn't seem enough air to breathe. The temperature in thai motel room steadily rose.
Eva's heart pounded with excitement. She responded to those seductive kisses. Sloppily planted, she distinguished the wiggle of tongue. The urgency with which he held her added to the exhilaration. He removed her cream-colored jacket without detaching himself. The articles slithered down her numb arms. Eva felt it leave her shivering form.
In the mute lighting, she saw those lengthy fingers negotiate the buttons of her blouse. They jarred her senses. The whole scenegetting naked with a stranger-deeply aroused her. When she thought she couldn't bear it another second, his mouth covered her lips. She yielded to his hungry push. His tongue slowly filled her mouth. He sought hers in a steamy dance.
She lost track of the flesh he uncovered. He scrambled her thoughts with his limber tip. Even when her blouse was fully opened, she experienced no chill. The room's air conditioning couldn't cool her fast enough.
His hands encompassed her breasts, then lifted them from her lace-fringed bra. Though not enormous, they visibly satisfied him. Even in the half-light, he exhibited a feral glint. Her nipples throbbed between his thumb and forefinger. He tweaked them.
Eva gasped. A thrill shot to her toes. She would have fallen had he not held her.
Something hard pressed into her mouth. He sported a huge erection. Its length ground into her soft folds. She gasped from the sweet friction.
"I wanted you the moment I saw you," he croaked. He shoved his stiff cock against her mound. Leisurely rotating his hips, he massaged her.
Eva swallowed hard. She had only felt her husband in that private area. Frank pressed into her, groaning. The unrelenting strain almost made her woozy. She barely found the strength to push back at him.
Her blouse fell to the floor. He feasted upon her distended nubs. She shivered as his lips enclosed one. Hot suction followed. Eva writhed against the wall as he drew upon her delicate flesh. Her swollen nipple was trapped between his lips and tongue. He sucked hard, twisting and pulling on her nipple. It grew against his tongue.
She felt the seepage develop. A hot trickle sprang from her snatch. Frank switched to the other nipple and brought it to life. An electrical flow coursed through her.
"They just melt in my mouth," he muttered before gobbling it. "You taste sweet, baby." His tongue swerved, honing it to a point while in a pool of frothy saliva.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, shaking. She throbbed within his mouth. He pulled on her excited flesh, unable to contain himself. Her husband never lost such control. Roger calmly made love to her. Urgency arrived only at the finish line, and was regrettably brief. She rarely had a chance to savor his raw energy.
Slowly, Frank sank to his knees. His exhalations and kisses warmed her bare stomach. He stopped at her navel for a teeth-clenching lick. Eva trembled. His face was level with her crotch. Even through her satin panties, she experienced his prickly heat. Those insistent fingers lowered her waistband. Her nest of blonde curls emerged. She could see he wanted to taste her. Those huge thumbs divided her snatch. Juice oozed from the crack. Frank instantly cleaned the surplus with a velvety caress.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered. Her mouth opened and a guttural sigh escaped. His initial flick robbed her of air.
Frank drove his tongue into her. She slammed against the wall upon receiving of it. He delved into her nectar-rich pussy, slurping the moisture. She leaked onto his sinuous tip. He clamped her hole and sucked so ferociously, stars twinkled before her eyes. The pleasure was so acute, she feared losing consciousness.
Roger would never do such a thing, she breathlessly reflected. He objected to putting his mouth down there. Although she gave him head, he did not reciprocate.
Frank, however, enthusiastically gulped her female essence. He probed her with that eager part of him, sponging the wetness that welled from her core.
Moaning, she dribbled into his vacuuming orifice. He drank from her pussy, extracting its flavor. Her vision blurred as he lingered, siphoning all she could yield. His lips rubbed her damp cunt flesh.
At the beginning, she was conscious of their surroundings. Frank hadn't exactly selected a sleazy motel, but it smacked of illicit trysts. She wanted to blame it on the wine and the sizzling eye contact, but in the end, deemed that inaccurate. Something within her rebelled. Eva knew the seed of restlessness had been planted, waiting to germinate. Frank merely helped it break through the surface.
"Yes," Eva moaned, rocking herself to his face. Using vulgarities was not her style. They existed in her mind, but refused to roll off her tongue. Years of poise kept her from speaking those words. Her body, however, knew precisely what it craved. She ached for a man's tongue in her pussy. That fantasy was fulfilled as she impaled herself on his proffered member. One enormous hand nearly covered both her butt cheeks, yet he used both. He pulled her tight to his puckering lips and wriggled in her aroused center. She leaned into that sucking force and enjoyed his fluent strokes. "Oh, yes."
"You like the way Frankie does that, huh?"
She bit her bottom lip as he sliced through her furry ring. She watched him take huge mouthfuls of cunt. She shivered and sobbed when he clamped her snatch. Those slurps brought dizzying joy. What excited her most was that he ate her of his own volition. She made no request-he simply dove for it.
Her clit came alive under his lavish whips. Frank circled it slyly, waiting until her heart reached its target rate, then slashed across it. Eva trembled as the bubbles popped. His revolutions continued. He tongued her without resting. Each whisk brought her closer to heaven. He endeavored to please her.
"More," she hoarsely pleaded. "Don't stop." She wanted to be licked to orgasm. Nobody had given her such bliss-before Frank.
He complied. His mouth closed over her snatch. He sucked and lapped her nonstop. Her knees weakened. Even writhing against that wall was difficult. She lunged for that furious tip, desperate for the chills it produced. Combing her nails through his hair, she steered him to her hot spot.
Frank was way ahead of her. He knew precisely where to go. He made her jump and buckle with his satisfying whips. His patience in bringing her to orgasm impressed her the most. She couldn't resist responding feverishly to him.
Eva came with an intensity that left her bewildered. Frank sucked her pussy dry. He drained her of her saline secretions-or so she thought. Ecstasy shimmered on the horizon. She soared to that plane, anxious to reach that destination.
He rocked her very foundation. Her knees almost gave. She surrendered to the savage contractions. Her tits swung madly, the nipples dripping with sweat. She gushed in his mouth, filling it with her hot, spurting nectar. Frank drank all she had.
"Mmmmm," he grunted, availing himself of her liquefied pleasure.
Eva held her arms out to him. She needed his manly frame in the final stages of orgasm. Depleted of energy, she neared collapse. His chest pinned her sensitive tips. He buried his hard-on into her soft folds. She jerked her hips, ready for it. The prospect of taking that monstrosity into her cunt made her lightheaded.
His cunt-saturated lips pressed her. She made no attempt to dodge them. Frank lowered his tongue into her mouth, introducing Eva to her tart flavor. She welcomed that sample with a lagging brush. They wiggled against each other.
Frank couldn't wait. He unbelted his pants while they kissed. Eva heard his zipper, then glanced down to see what he had. Her eyes adjusted to the neon lighting that filtered through the blinds. The largest cock she ever saw jutted at her. It was proportionate to his towering height.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
Frank took her wrist and placed his cock on her palm. Her fingers reflexively coiled that thick, elongated mass. "Haven't you had one that big?"
She shook her head.
"Don't be afraid of it, baby." He moved his hips, causing that thing to stir in her fist. "Stroke me. Feel how hard it is, and how much pleasure it wants to give you."
Eva could not calculate his size. Roger, of comparable height, was not equally endowed. Her husband did not have the same width, nor length. Frank was simply massive. He curved through her grasp, fiercely excited. A bead of cum oozed from the plump tip.
Air hissed through Frank's gritted teeth. He winced from the rush her milking vise afforded.
Eva stared at it. Solid bone stretched through her trembling clutch. Though she couldn't imagine inserting that thing in her pussy, the sensation was one she wished to experience. She predicted it would be lush and satisfying.
Frank stripped while she caressed his tool. He loosened his tie and removed his shirt. A broad, furry chest faced her. His pants dropped to the floor, revealing coarse, muscular legs.
With his cock in her fist, she led him into bed. They would not stand while coupling. Frank was much taller, making the connection uncomfortable. Sitting on him would have worked best, but she wanted him on top, covering her.
Frank's lips brushed hers before he rested on his haunches. He lifted her legs high, angling himself for entry. His rock-hard dick pointed at the ceiling. He was on the verge of putting its creamy tip in her.
Her heart pounded like a trip-hammer.
He guided his bloated knob to her slick pussy, then pushed. He was so hard, she worried he might split her. His cock went in slowly, giving her a chance to adjust. He fondled her calves while driving it home. She bit her bottom lip while receiving him. He put the whole thing in. Despite his imposing measurement, Frank eased into her pussy. Eva moaned. It felt incredible. She smothered Frank with her hot, spongy cunt.
He watched her take it. "Oh, yeah, baby," he groaned, pushing, "you need to feel all of
Frankie."
"Oh, God," she choked. That thing reached deep into her snatch. He opened her with one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Eva thought she would faint from excitement. Slowly, he withdrew, yet remained embedded.
That thing knocked the wind out of her. It took several moments to reclaim her wits. She responded to him, elevating her hips. Frank came toward her, completing their bond. In and out he went, filling her.
She gazed at Frank's handsome face. He looked transported. His dark eyes glazed over as he immersed himself in wet, warm cunt. That heavily carpeted chest was hunched over her. She wove her fingers through that thick matting, enjoying its plush texture.
Eva reached around him and cupped his ass. He flexed beneath her raking nails. He rammed her with that hard dick. She savored the merging of their bodies. His slick descent echoed. He groaned while pumping her. Frank was not quiet about his pleasure. He aired his gratification with each thrust.
She barely heard him above the blood pounding in her temples. He made her moan with that big cock. She loved those far-reaching strokes. He didn't slam into her, but rather glided in and out with ease. She enjoyed his rhythm. Frank obviously felt a steady pace was more fulfilling. She submitted to his uniform jamming, concentrating on that rigid member. He stuck her with it, plowing up her middle.
They made the springs of the bed squeak. The room echoed with that frenzied noise.
"This is what you needed, baby," he muttered, stuffing her pussy. "Keep Frankie where he belongs. Oh, yeah. He--likes where he is."
He squeezed himself into her, then drew back until all but his mushroom-shaped head remained submerged. Penetration was sweet, exhilarating. She didn't want it to end. Her pussy swallowed everything he had. All that friction, however, culminated into orgasm. Frank couldn't prolong that weakening splendor indefinitely.
Dazed, she clutched him. "Yes," she squealed, spasming. "Yes. Oh, yes."
He jerked through her drenched cunt. "Yeah, baby. Let Frankie make it happen."
That dick came at her, fast and sure. Eva whimpered as he crammed it between her legs. His balls whacked her. They switched into a flesh-slapping mode.
She released his flexing buttocks and clawed his flatboard stomach. Her nails circled his navel. His body glistened with sweat. He gave off an animal scent.
She knew he was close to exploding. His tremors told her he was about to spew.
"Oh, God," she sobbed from that shattering climax. "Oh, God."
"I'm gonna shoot." He rammed her harder, making her feel the urgency building in his loins. At the point of discharge, he pulled out. That huge cock, wet with her juices, stood over her quivering mound. He grabbed her wrist just before his jism spilled and guided her to his near-spurting dick. Eva pumped him with her fist. Frank's features contorted as hot jism squirted onto her pubic thatch and stomach. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Her thoughts were still garbled from her own mind-bending orgasm, yet she managed to milk him. Her thumb pressed the heavy vein of his underside, ejecting his scalding fluid. She could not control where he landed. Cum jetted onto her quaking stomach and golden triangle.
When Frank fully spent himself, he covered her with his man's body. He discounted the milky accumulation on her. Devouring her lips seemed crucial. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and probed her warmth. Her swollen nipples became tangled in his damp matting.
They lay, bathed in the splintered moonlight.