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  How fucking anti-climactic is that, I think as I hug myself and sulk like a angry child. I don’t know why I’m all grouchy and annoyed suddenly, but I know it has something to do with the excitement of the day. So much adrenaline. So much danger. So much chaos. How can I just go back to my lonely apartment and check emails and get ready for another week of investor meetings and sales forecasts?

  “I can’t,” I blurt out, my inside voice emerging as sound even though I stopped doing that years ago. Back when I was a kid, I spent so much time alone that when I was around people I’d move between thoughts and speech like I assumed everyone else could read my mind. My inner world of thoughts and feelings were so vivid that my parents sent me to counseling when I was twelve!

  Of course, they weren’t my biological parents, I remind myself as that weird coincidence about all of us being adopted pops up in my head like a neon sign on the highway. I wonder if . . .

  “Can’t what?” James says, finally responding to the comment I made like eight minutes ago. He takes a downtown exit before I can explain, and I’m still lost in my inner world when we pull up at his bank.

  “Never mind,” I say with a sigh as I fumble to pop my seatbelt. “How the hell does this thing come off?” I grumble, still in that funk at the prospect of going back to my lonely life that feels so fucking empty I could die. Or maybe kill.

  “Stay here,” James says, getting out and slamming the door shut as I clench my fists in frustration.

  “Do I have a choice?” I say, finally giving up on the seatbelt and slumping down against the cool leather, my round face puffed into a magnificent pout.

  James is back in a few minutes, and he tosses two black leather satchels into the trunk and walks around the front of the car. Then he gets in and turns to me.

  “What’s with you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at my pout.

  “Nothing,” I say. “Let’s just go.”

  “What’s the hurry?” he says. “We got nothing to do till sunrise.”

  “You may have nothing to do, but I have a packed schedule tomorrow and I can’t be up all night,” I say.

  James takes a breath and starts the car. “Suit yourself,” he says. “But you may not have any companies to run tomorrow. Mother and Father can’t get to our cash, but they might be able to do something with our business interests.”

  “Like what?” I say, not sure if I’m alarmed or secretly thrilled at the fresh burst of adrenaline from the prospect of some unknown complication that keeps James and me on this amusement park ride for a bit longer.

  James shrugs as he pulls into traffic significantly more carefully than after the last bank run. “Easiest way would be to implicate us in a crime,” he says. “That would trigger clauses that terminate our positions at our companies. All our vested equity would be cashed out, and Mother and Father might be able to seize those accounts before we can clean them out.”

  “That’s ridiculous,” I say. “Never gonna happen.” I wave my hand at him and turn to the window as I slip into a weirdly pleasant daydream of how awesome it would be if all my meetings got cancelled, all my corporate responsibilities got terminated, and all my remaining property and assets got confiscated by Mother and Father.

  Which means all I’d have left in the world is in this car right now, it suddenly occurs to me. Except him, of course. He’s not mine. Do I want him to be mine?

  I look over at James, and I can see he’s lost in thought just like I am.

  “What are you thinking?” I ask, even though I don’t expect him to answer.

  “How it’s possible that in a few hours everything I own in the world would be in this car,” he says. “Which is not the same as saying that I own everything in this car,” he adds, glancing over at me with that sly, wolfish look from earlier. “After all, I don’t own you.”

  I don’t know how to respond, but my body clearly knows exactly how to respond. A wave of heat passes through me, and I have to turn to the window again to hide the way I’m smiling. Even the suggestion of a man “owning” a woman would have brought out the fighting feminist in me, but something about how he said it brings out the woman in me instead. The woman who understands that sex is an adult playground, and just like kids lose themselves in playful fantasies of witches and goblins and unicorns, grown-ups lose themselves in fantasies where they can safely explore things like power, danger, and dominance.

  “You most certainly do not own me,” I say, still smiling at the window.

  “You’re smiling,” James whispers as we pull off the street and drive up a ramp into a secluded open-air terrace in his condo building lot. The lot overlooks the artistically shaped swimming pool, which looks shimmery and surreal with its blue-green lighting. He grins and leans close until I see the reflection of his handsome face in the dark tinted window.

  “I’m grimacing in psychological pain,” I say, turning just enough to look at him sideways.

  “Whatever floats your boat,” he says, reaching back and unbuckling his seatbelt with an ominous click that sends a shiver through my curves. “Come here.”

  I blink as James leans in so close I can smell his musky aroma, feel his warm breath on my cheek, sense his hard body coiled like a spring about to pop. I’m aroused as hell, and I gasp when James reaches between us for my seat belt clasp.

  But instead of snapping off my seatbelt, James slowly tightens it until I feel myself strapped tight into the soft leather seat, the belt pressing against my boobs and around my waist like I’m being tied down.

  I know I’m not being tied down, of course, but the sensation gets me so hot I’m ready to give in, to submit, to nod my head and let him kiss me, take me, “own” me. I’m not a one-night-stand kinda woman, and I’m most certainly not the first-date-sex type either. My private life is as buttoned down and agenda-focused as my business meetings, but this night has taken me so far out of my comfort zone that it feels like anything I do tonight doesn’t count. I can let James fuck me like an animal tonight, and when the sun rises and all this is over, we can go back to our separate lives and file this night away as a dream, a nightmare, a fantasy.

  Or maybe a story to tell our kids and grandkids, comes the crazy thought as James strokes my hair and sniffs my neck like a tiger playing before it pounces. The thought of actually being with James after tonight is as thrilling a fantasy as imagining one wild, no-holds-barred night, but I know anything serious is a ridiculous idea. I’ve already made my mind up about marriage, and a player like James most certainly isn’t gonna change that.

  “Helluva first date, right?” James whispers, trailing his finger down my neck and circling my hard, erect nipple through my dress, making my pussy tighten and ooze its secret wetness into my panties. “Gonna be hard to top this. I mean, what do we do on the second date? Dinner and fucking movie?”

  I giggle and then gasp as James drags his fingertip along my body and slowly slides his hand between my thighs. His touch is so powerfully precise I have to choke back my climax as he finds my stiff little clit and rubs it through my panties. I’m so wet my panties are quickly soaked, and James is breathing heavy as he rubs my mound a bit harder, pushing my big thighs out wide and raising my dress.

  “You are so fucking hot, Janelle,” he growls against my cheek as we both look down at the dark V of my black satin panties. He finds the waistband and slides his hand inside, and when I feel his fingers sneak past my slit and curl deep inside my cunt, I moan out loud, arch my neck back, and come with such force I almost black out.

  James kisses me just as I come, and I claw at his arms as he pushes his tongue into my mouth and fingers my pussy in perfect rhythm, sending convulsions of ecstasy through my body as I jerk back and forth in the seat, my body held snug by the seatbelt as my mind explodes into nothing.

  3

  JAMES

  “Nothing compares to this,” I whisper through the kiss. “This feels more real than anything in my life, Janelle. I never want to lose this feeling. I neve
r want this night to end.”

  She moans as I touch her between her legs, and when she comes I almost lose my mind from the feeling of her wetness all over my hand and fingers. She smells like a woman, and I want to inhale her scent, consume her essence, own her power. It feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience but with my body. I know that doesn’t make any sense, but the way I feel doesn’t make any sense either.

  I reach past her shuddering body and recline her seat and push it all the way back. She leans back, her black dress up past her healthy round belly, those black panties shining with her secretions. I caress her thighs, pet her mound, and then slowly lift her dress up over those gorgeous breasts. She flutters her eyelids as I pull that dress past her shoulders and out of the way, and I smile and kiss her gently, making sure she feels safe.

  “I don’t want this night to end either, James,” she mutters as I run my lips down her neck and between her boobs. “Make sure it doesn’t.”

  I smile and nod, and then I snap her bra off and release her breasts into my face. I almost go blind with lust when I see how pert and peaked her dark nipples are, and I suck each one carefully but with a passion that almost makes me explode in my pants.

  I could suck on those nipples forever, but I need more of her. I need all of her.

  And so I move down along her body, licking her belly-button until she squirms and smiles. Slowly I roll her wet panties halfway down her thighs, and I can’t help but let out a long, guttural groan when I see her dark triangle reveal itself to me.

  “So damned perfect,” I whisper, parting her delicate curls with my fingers and licking her lengthwise until her slit shines like the crescent-moon. Her scent is overwhelming and powerful, and I bury my nose in her secret space and breathe deep as I slide my hands under her firm ass and raise her hips.

  She comes again as I slide my tongue into her cunt, and I let her wetness flow down my chin as she jerks back and forth in the seat, clawing at my hair as I drink from her like a hound who’s been running all day.

  I tongue-fuck her until she hits her crescendo and explodes into a wailing, howling mess, and then I turn her around, rip those soaked panties off her, and raise her ass to my face.

  I smack each cheek tight with my open palm, panting like a wolf at the sight of that beautiful bottom shudder with each strike. She’s divine like the sun, and I spread her cheeks and lick her clean hole until she groans and buries her face into the seat. We’re both totally lost in the moment, and everywhere I touch her makes her gasp like she’s on fire. I’m on fire too, and again I feel the desperate urge to make this night go on forever. I’m scared to death of going back to my lonely life at the top of the tower I built—the tower of wealth and power I thought would bring me happiness.

  And man I thought I was happy, I say to myself as I pull back from Janelle and finger her with one hand as I unbuckle and unzip with the other. Fuck, I thought I was happy in my tower, master of everything I surveyed, with the power to buy anything I wanted, to own anything I wanted.

  “But the only thing I want to own now is you,” I mutter as I release my cock, which is so fucking hard it springs out and sprays a sticky line of pre-cum along her ass and lower back. “Nothing else matters in this moment. Not my wealth. Not my power. Not my cars or houses or bank accounts or vaults. Not even my fucking life, Janelle. Hell, if you told me to stop or else I’d be dead by the morning, I’d just smile and keep doing what I’m doing. This feels more precious than life itself. How is that possible?”

  “I know you’re saying something but I can’t hear shit right now,” Janelle mumbles from where she’s drooling all over the car-seat as I fist my cock and grind my massive cockhead against her pussy from behind and below, teasing her slit wide open as her wetness flows down my shaft and gets me so ready I’m shaking in my shoes.

  I say something, but even I don’t know what I said. My head is buzzing so loud I’m seeing stars, and when I push into Janelle from behind, the sensation of my shaft sliding into her warm vagina makes those stars coalesce into a furious supernova that blinds me.

  With a groan I push all the way into her, my hips pressed firmly against her ass, my balls smacking against her soft thighs as I draw back and pump back into her. I go slow, reveling in the beauty of our union, savoring the magic of every inch of me pressed up against every inch of her. My vision is totally blown, and it’s like I’m swimming in space, seeing shooting stars and blazing comets, glowing planets and shimmering moons. At the same time I’m supremely aware of Janelle’s body, of my own body, of how we’re moving together like we’re part of that eternal dance of the stars and planets.

  I’m coming inside her before I even know what’s happening, and I just keep going, in and out as Janelle screams and pushes her ass back into me as I fill her with my seed, explode in her depths, pour my starlight into her nexus as we take each other’s energy past the speed of light, far into the realm of eternity.

  I fill her until she overflows down my shaft and balls, and then I collapse on top of her, my cock still deep inside her from behind, still throbbing from the madness of a release that broke me and put me back together again.

  “You’re never leaving my sight,” I whisper into her hair as I smother her like a blanket. I clasp her hands tightly in mine as we lie together and look out the rear windshield, to where we can see stars breaking through the cloud cover. “You leave me, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.”

  Janelle giggles under me, and then she turns her head sideways. “You know, when you say romantic things like that while wearing your 1970s serial-killer glasses, it might not have the effect you imagine,” she says. “Now lemme up. Oh, shit. Why is the seat so wet? Did we . . . was that all from us?”

  She turns bright red as I move off her and she sees how she’s overflowing with my semen. I look down between her legs, and my cock starts to harden again like I’m ready to go again, to seal this deal the way a man claimed a woman a million years ago.

  My head spins as I imagine my seed finding its way home inside her, and before I know it I’m tumbling down a rabbithole of a fantasy that’s so unlike me I almost slap myself across my own damned face. Did I seriously just imagine us making a baby together? Creating new life? Becoming parents? Becoming Father and Mother?

  That last thought yanks me back to reality, and I stumble out of the car and pull my pants back up, quickly buttoning my shirt and looking around the empty lot, then up at the mostly-dark highrise.

  “It feels so hollow, so empty, so meaningless,” I mutter as I stand guard near the door while Janelle gets decent in the car that’s loaded with our loot. “That money is what I have to show for a lifetime of dedication and focus, of unremitting will and unrelenting ambition, but it feels trivial after what I just experienced. It’s so damned obvious that all those billions couldn’t buy me an experience like I just had.”

  “Talking to yourself again?” Janelle says as she clambers out of the low-riding Bugati and straightens the hem of her dress. She’s barefoot, and I smile when she positions her shoes and then leans on me so she can get them on without falling.

  I hold her close, my smile only getting bigger when she stands upright and takes her place beside me. We stand there on the starlit terrace together like we’re both waiting for something to happen, something to put what just happened between us into perspective.

  “We should probably . . .” Janelle says finally, looking up at me and nodding towards the building entrance and elevator lobby.

  I nod back, and sigh at the thought of counting cashier’s checks and signing bearer-bonds until the cows come home. And then what? Live like a fugitive the rest of my life? After all, the moment that money goes back into a bank account, it means Mother and Father can get to it, right? Which means this game doesn’t end tonight. Hell, we might spend the next thirty years hoarding cash, not daring to buy property and lay down roots, living in hotels or cash rentals. And then what if Mother and Father engineer some fake trou
ble with the IRS or even the FBI? We’re trapped in their game, aren’t we? Trapped unless we break free.

  “We’re prisoners, Janelle,” I say as the realization hits me like a punch. “Prisoners in our own castles, trapped in our own towers. That’s why Mother and Father let us withdraw our cash. They wanted us to see what wasn’t so obvious to us in our normal lives: That we’re prisoners to our wealth, that the pursuit of wealth took over our lives, poisoned our souls, stole time from us . . . time we could have spent together.”

  “Whoa, where did that come from?” Janelle says, touching her hair and frowning even though I can see she understands my point. Yeah, she understands it, but she doesn’t want to deal with it right now.

  “Never mind,” I growl, grasping her hand firmly and leading her to the elevators even though I feel a manic urge to say to hell with all this, to throw my arms up in the air and declare my freedom from the ball-and-chain of my billions, take my woman and run off to an unknown future. “Let’s just get to my penthouse and we can talk about what comes next.”

  “I already know what comes next,” Janelle says as I swipe my access card and pull the door.

  But the door doesn’t budge, and I frown when I see the access card reader flash an ominous red. I try my card again, and I get the red blinking light again.

  “You gotta be kidding me,” I grunt, looking at my watch and then over at the horizon to check if the sun came up behind my back. “It’s nowhere near sunrise.”

  Janelle’s breath catches, and she looks at the access card and then up at me. “You think it’s Mother and Father?”

  I stay calm and shrug. Then I go to the building call-box and get connected to security. The camera flickers to life, the security guard nods when he sees my face, and a moment later we’re buzzed through to the elevators.