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  Phaedra wanted to fight his touch and push him away. But instead, her hands moved up over his chest and shoulders. Her fingers plucked and tugged at his taut nipples, squeezing and pulling as she felt his manhood filling her belly with each thrust. She opened her mouth to tell him to pull out because she wasn't on the pill, when her breath caught in her throat and she began climaxing again. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and pulled him tightly into her heat.

  The heat and sensual pull of her muscles on his cock was all that was needed. Rand shouted loudly, "God! Phaedra!"

  Rand's release shocked him by its intensity and fierceness. He thrust forward, and filled her body with his seed. His hands cupped Phaedra's ass, tilting her hips to meet his thrusts, forcing his seed higher into her fertile body with each movement.

  Exhausted, he lowered himself to lie atop her, letting his cock soften inside her sweet, wet flesh. She might deny an attraction between them with her words, but nothing could deny the soft contractions of her body still sucking and milking his cock for several minutes longer.

  Finally, Rand slid to her side and the sound of his flesh pulling free of her made a loud, wet sucking noise in the silent room. Phaedra flushed all over again. The sound seemed lewd to her, as if having sex wasn't bad enough. Noise merely proclaimed it to the world.

  She could rant all she wanted about despising him for his deceit, but nothing could deny the response her body had to this man. She kept her eyes closed, thinking that he would probably get dressed and leave shortly.

  Rand propped his head on his fist as he lay on his side beside her. He reached out and cupped her nearest breast. He ignored her flinch and began to fondle and play with her fleshy globe. "Such pretty tits. I wasn't sure earlier, but I am now." He paused, knowing that she would open her eyes. She did and he smiled. "That they're real. It's hard to tell these days, until you have the proof, so to speak, in your hands."

  Rand's smile turned to a grin as she flushed brightly in embarrassment. But he continued to press his hands over her full breasts, massaging and squeezing the tender flesh. She felt his breath caress the side of her face as he started to speak again. "I like big breasts, but only if they're natural, like this."

  He paused as she shivered in reaction to his words. "Do you like me talking about your pretty tits?" He whispered to her softly, moving his hand from one breast to the other. "Does it turn you on to have these lovely breasts played with and talked about?" He tugged on her nipple, lifting her breast upwards for a moment. He released the taut nubbin, watching as her breast jiggled and bounced for another couple of seconds.

  Phaedra couldn't control the shiver that coursed through her at his words. It did turn her on to have her breasts played with and talked about. Rand didn't miss her reaction. He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He suckled and tugged and licked and pulled on the sweet nubbin, hearing her soft gasps and whimpers.

  As he continued to suck her nipple, he slid his hand down to cup her smooth, hairless mound. He moved his fingers down to her pussy, slipped two into her sperm filled cunt. He worked her clit deftly, pushed her quickly and without pause to climax once again. Phaedra cried out as she orgasmed once more.

  Hearing her name called, she opened her eyes and found Rand was watching her every move. She felt more exposed than she ever had in life in that moment, with her body climaxing and knowing Rand was watching her with an almost clinical detachment on his face. She realized that he could bring her to orgasm with so little effort, and it made her feel cheap.

  She closed her eyes, wishing that she didn’t want his hands to caress her body. But she did. His touch was like a drug, the more she had, the more she would probably need and have to have it. She never knew how long his hand continued to cup her mound, as she fell asleep a short time later.

  Chapter 2

  Phaedra awoke to bright sunlight. She moved in her bed and stopped abruptly. She remembered Rand coming to her apartment, and her bed. She felt sore between her upper thighs. He had awakened her twice more during the night and filled her body with his seed.

  She hoped that either he was sterile, or they were lucky. She was right in the middle of her cycle. She knew that some women couldn't get pregnant, or it was very difficult. At this moment she hoped she was one of those women as she struggled out of her bed. She went straight to the bathroom and took a long hot shower.

  Dressed in cutoff jeans and a short T-shirt, she made her way to her small kitchen. She saw her dress had been picked up and was lying over the back of her sofa. Maybe she could pretend it was all a bad dream, she told herself as she poured some juice. As she turned, she saw the note on the refrigerator. The time for pretending was over as she read the written words.

  Pack your bags for what you'll need, and I'll have the rest put into storage. I'll arrange with your landlord to sublet the apartment. I'll be by to pick you up at seven. We have dinner reservations for seven-thirty, so wear something dressy.

  She read his words silently the first time and out loud the second, but they didn't change. The note was signed a capital R.

  Phaedra sat down at the small table. There would be no forgetting or pretending after all. Rand was obviously moving ahead with his plans. Phaedra was tempted to run away, but she knew her family would suffer the consequences. She stood finally, knowing she would have to get busy.

  As she packed, she figured that he would get tired of her in probably three months, maybe six the absolute longest. She told herself she was strong and she could put up with anything for just six months. And hopefully, if she kept telling herself that, she might eventually come to believe it as well.

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  She was dressed and packed by half past six that evening. She considered defying him, but decided against it. She was still confused by his decision, not understanding why he considered her worth the money and time he had put into acquiring as much stock as he had so far.

  She heard from her uncle in the early afternoon. He thanked her graciously, telling her that he didn't know what she had said to convince Scott-Thomas, but he had pulled off his attack dogs. About an hour later, she heard from her aunt, who wanted to know what she had said, and how she had said it, to convince the corporate raider to desert his nearly dead prize.

  Phaedra found after the first few seconds though, her aunt was content to rattle on herself, pretty much concocting a story that Phaedra decided would work better than the truth. Her aunt was always good at filling in any and all gaps during a phone conversation. She ended the conversation gracefully, returning to her packing gladly.

  At a few minutes before seven, the buzzer rang. She wondered why he didn't just use the key as he had the previous night, but answered the call anyway. She expected to hear Rand's voice, but instead it was the doorman, telling her that the car had arrived to pick her up and did she need any help with her bags. Phaedra refused any help, having only packed one suitcase. She was sure that it wouldn't take that long for Rand to tire of her and send her packing.

  She arrived downstairs and found there was a limousine waiting for her. The chauffeur took her bag and held the door for her. As the car pulled away from the curb, the driver informed her that Mr. Scott-Thomas would be meeting her at the restaurant.

  Phaedra eased back into the seat. She had never ridden in a limousine before. She began to wonder if she was dressed right. And then, she called herself a fool for thinking it mattered. She wasn't out to impress anyone, and especially not Rand Scott-Thomas. She had spent the majority of her day arguing with herself, and trying to keep visions of the previous night from clouding her mind and distracting her.

  She was startled from her thoughts by the door opening. Phaedra climbed out of the limo, glad that she had worn a pair of linen slacks and a silky blouse. She walked into the restaurant and was greeted by name by the maitre d'. Surprised, she followed him through the maze of tables. She was escorted to a table where Rand was sitting with three other men. They all stood when the m
aitre d' pulled her chair out for her.

  Rand slid a glass of white wine towards her that he had already ordered. She tried to pay attention as he introduced her to three men who worked for him. "Phaedra, this is Mark Phelps. If I had describe what Mark does I'd call him my 'right hand'."

  Phaedra smiled at the blond haired man. He had kind eyes, she realized immediately, and a smile that made you feel comfortable with him almost from the second you met him. Before she could say anything to him though, Rand was introducing her to the other two men. She missed their names, but did catch that they were lawyers for his firm.

  But she felt awkward meeting three strangers at once, and pretty much bowed out of the conversation. After a few minutes, she blushed as she realized the men were discussing the suddenly called off takeover. Like a light going on, she realized that Rand had only introduced her by her first name! It became obvious to her that they had no idea who she was, or how she was connected to the real reasons behind Rand's pull back on the takeover. She never saw any of the men look at her in an odd or questioning way. She tried to relax and sip the wine, but when Rand moved his hand over and started caressing her upper thigh, any reasonable ability to relax was lost.

  Phaedra removed his hand twice, but he persisted, shooting her a coaxing grin once. Each time his hand returned it would slip a little bit higher and more towards her inner thighs.

  She tried to concentrate on her dinner, but that was impossible when Rand slid his hand between her thighs and cupped her mound. She yelped in surprise and covered it quickly by coughing and pretending to need more water to drink. It was difficult to eat as Rand's hand lightly fondled her crotch.

  When she frowned at him, he merely grinned and acted as if he had no idea what might be bothering her. Phaedra gritted her teeth and hoped she wouldn't moan out loud as his hand cupped and pressed her soft flesh.

  As soon as their plates were removed, she excused herself for the ladies room. She was glad to see that her hair was still tightly confined and the only hint of what had been going on beneath the table was the heightened flush on her cheeks.

  Rand was waiting for her when she came out.

  "I made your excuses. I thought we would head home and get you settled in." He took her arm and steered her outside. Their limo was waiting at the curb and within a few seconds they were on their way.

  Phaedra had scooted to the far side and was staring out the window. She felt compelled to question Rand. "It is obvious that you didn't tell your people why you suddenly changed your mind on the takeover. I am curious as to why." And as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them instantly.

  Rand had set his briefcase on the floor and turned to look at Phaedra. "No. It's no one's business what I do. That's why I don't have stockholders to answer to."

  Phaedra glanced over and saw that he was watching her. "I wasn't sure what you would do. I heard from my aunt and uncle, and they didn't mention it either. In fact, my uncle didn't seem in the least bit concerned about why you had changed your mind, but was just grateful that you had."

  "And what did your aunt have to say?"

  Phaedra turned to look back out the window. "She concocted her own tale of how I must have convinced you to change your mind. I'm not sure how it all ended, she got so involved that I lost track."

  "I had no intention of letting your family know anything about our arrangement."

  Phaedra stiffened at his use of the word arrangement. It sounded worse than mistress. Suddenly, she felt heat against her side and realized that Rand had slid across the seat. He had one arm behind her and the other was lightly tracing circles on her leg closest to him. She felt the hand behind her start to lightly caress the bare skin of her neck. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the side of her face. She felt his hand sliding up her thigh, across her waist, and pausing just below her breasts.

  "I don't think I got a lick of work done today. All I could think about was how sweet your body smelled and how hot your mouth felt when you sucked my cock in that hallway." He slid his hand under one of Phaedra's sensitive breasts and cupped the soft, round globe in his palm. "It was almost too tempting not to come back and see you over the lunch hour." His hand began squeezing and molding her firm flesh. "I probably should have and then I might have gotten something done."

  He paused as he felt her nipple hardening beneath the silky shirt. "Hmmm, no bra I see. Nothing I like better than seeing breasts bouncing and jiggling as a woman walks. I might make that a rule. No underwear while you're with me. That way you'll always be willing and available for my lovemaking."

  Phaedra flushed hotly at his words. She had left the bra off because her breasts had felt too tender to be confined. She had hoped her stiff nipples would pass unnoticed.

  As if Rand could read her mind, he commented softly, "I could see your nipples poking at your shirt all through dinner. I was tempted to say to hell with dinner and drag you out of there. Every time you shifted on your chair, or scooted on it, I got an instant hardon watching how your tits jiggled with each move." His mouth nuzzled her neck, sucking on the tender skin.

  "Every little jiggle and bounce made me want to reach out and move my hands under your blouse. Do you know how sexy it is to watch you walk? It’s poetry in motion, drooling over every single bounce, shake and jiggle of such magnificent tits. I watched my employees watching you."

  Embarrassment flooded through her at his words. She hadn't seen any of the other men looking at her. Knowing that they might have seen what Rand had, or felt what he had was embarrassing to her. "I didn't intend to…"

  Rand smiled slightly. "I know you didn't. I knew almost from the very beginning that you're not that kind of woman."

  Phaedra wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. Suddenly she felt cool air across her chest and looked down. Rand had managed to unbutton her shirt, and was tugging her camisole down. He pulled until her plump breast popped free. He didn't wait any longer. He lowered his mouth to suck her nipple into the heat of his mouth.

  She wanted to resist his touch, but the feel of his sensual tugging went straight to her loins and she shifted restlessly on the seat. His hand pressed her plump and luscious flesh upwards to his mouth.

  Rand lifted his head as the car went over a bump. "We're here, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes and I'll take care of that ache for you." He quickly covered her breast and buttoned her shirt. He opened the car door nearest her and climbed out first, Rand was too impatient to wait for his driver. He extended his hand and helped her from the car.

  Phaedra almost tripped as she took in the large, modern house. There was a lot of glass everywhere to take advantage of the sunlight, and enjoy the view of the ocean that she could hear, but not yet see. She'd never lived next to the ocean before. She turned as Rand took her arm and led her into the house.

  The door was opened by a man that Rand introduced as Fernando, and if she needed anything to just ring for him. Phaedra nodded, but felt immensely overwhelmed. She'd never lived with servants in her home. Her uncle had a large home, but they only had a cleaning service that came twice a week. She followed Rand as he gave her a brief tour of the house.

  "This is the living room, and it opens up onto the deck. This is the kitchen," Rand paused to turn on the light. "You can see that it opens onto the deck as well. There are chairs and tables out there, but you'll be able to see it better in the morning."

  Phaedra nodded. "All right. Uhm, do you grill outside much?"

  Rand laughed and curled his hand around her arm. Leading her closer to the French doors, he flipped the outside light on. He pointed to the elaborate outdoor grill. He grinned when Phaedra murmured "Wow!"

  "I love cooking outside, but since I'm often alone…" Rand turned the light off, and started back towards the living room. Phaedra paused as she realized that Rand was not the man she had assumed him to be—leading a frantic life, filled with work and parties and lots of people. She wasn't completely comfortable seeing him as a regular
guy. Taking a deep breath, she hurried after Rand.

  Rand was waiting for her in the living room. "You'll be able to see everything better tomorrow, in the daylight. I think you'll find it fairly comfortable." He turned and started down the hallway. Phaedra followed him but stopped suddenly upon finding herself inside a bedroom.

  As she looked around the immense master bedroom, it all seemed to become real. She had agreed to live with this man she barely knew. It didn't seem right somehow. She had always presumed that when she did live with a man it would be someone she loved, even if they weren't married. Instead, she was going to be living with a stranger.

  Rand was pointing out the large walk-in closet. "If you need more room, just let me know. I can move my clothes to another empty room, or even put some into storage." Stopping abruptly, Rand realized that he probably sounded pathetic and needy. Turning, he then showed her two empty drawers in a bureau. "Same here, Phaedra. If you want more drawer space…"

  Phaedra nodded, but felt uneasy and didn't really know what the proper thing to say was in a situation like this. An involuntary smile curved her lips as she thought it was doubtful you could find an answer to this question in a book by Miss Manners!

  Looking around so she could avoid meeting Rand's eyes, she saw the large television that hung from the ceiling, so you could easily watch it from the bed. When she finally turned from the blank screen, unable to shake the thought of watching some erotic movie while copying the actions in bed with Rand, she found that he had begun to undress. She flushed and quickly turned away. She saw her suitcase had been set by the closet and went over to pick it up.

  "Just leave it for now, Phaedra." He took the case from her cold hand and set it back down. Standing behind her, his hands stroked up and down her arms.