Caleb Cross is not your typical front man. He is not the bad boy, parting, love em and leave em persona, although his public image states otherwise. Being the lead singer of the popular rock band, Double Cross, there are a lot of things fans and the public do not know about Caleb. Sure, Caleb likes to have a little fun now and again, but after a bad publicity stunt, he is determined to shed the ultra bad image.
Katherine "Kat" Summers is not a typical woman. Not a girl who gets star struck or easily impressed, Kat is content on being herself, who she is. Kat enjoys living in the moment, in both her personal and professional life. Her greatest moment-bedding rock star Caleb Cross, a secret she holds onto to this day.
When Kat's company is hired by Caleb Cross to rebrand him, she finds herself testing everything she has known about herself and about her life. Trying to maintain who she is against what she begins to desire, proves to be difficult for Kat, especially when she sees Caleb as he truly is.
For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image was the easy part, but what he doesn't count on is being reunited with the one girl that never wanted him more than a night. Caleb is forced to confront himself and Kat in order to learn what he truly wants and who is truly is.
I grabbed my sunglasses from my dresser on the way back to the living room. Kat was sitting on the couch facing the television, head to her thighs. I watched her breath for a few moments, watched her back rise and fall. She was gorgeous, even if she didn’t realize it herself. I felt my chest tighten and my breath catch, as I watched her. I shook off the feelings, and grabbed my keys. “You ready to go?”
She looked up and wiped her eyes. “I guess so.” She stood up and began to walk toward me. I grabbed her face into my hands, and wiped the rest of the tears off her cheeks. I lifted her face to look at me.
“Why were you crying?” I stared into her eyes.
“No reason. She tried to turn her head away from mine, but I held her in place.
“Tell me why you were crying.”
“It’s really not a problem for you to deal with. I said everything was fine.”
I could tell that she was uncomfortable. Why, I didn’t really know, but I would find out.
“You were crying, Kat. Something is wrong. Now tell me what had you crying.” I moved her against the wall, and crouched down so that we were eye level with each other.
Kat took a deep breath in, and diverted her eyes everywhere but at me.
“Katherine, tell me what is wrong.” I grabbed her face gently, and forced her to look at me.
“I messed up. That’s it. Nothing you need to worry about.”
Tears formed at the corner of her eyes again, and she looked away. I took her face into my hands again, and brushed my finger over her bottom lip, staring my way into those green irises, hoping I could read her mind. <i>God, I just want to pick her up, throw her on my bed, and make love to her until tomorrow.</i> Instead, I fused my lips to hers, coercing her lips to open with my tongue, so that I could explore her mouth. The sweet taste of her sent my dick straight up. I mapped out her mouth with my tongue, noticing hers exploring back. I felt her body relax, and her hands moved through my hair as I deepened the kiss, pushing her up against the wall with my body, pinning her hips with mine. I tilted her head back and to the side, allowing myself access to her neck, kissing a trail up and down her collar bone and back up to her ears. Reluctantly, I pulled back, placing another quick kiss on her lips.
“You seriously don’t know what you do to me. The control I lose around you. Let’s go, before I lose every ounce of what is left and take you into my room to fuck you senseless.” I grabbed her hand before she could reply, replaced my hat on my head, and walked out the door. We reached the elevator, and I pushed the button for the garage level; still holding her hand, I pulled her close to me. Kat still hadn’t said anything about the kiss, although I could feel her attraction, her arousal, during it. She wanted it as much as I did, or, at least, I thought she did.
We reached the lot and my reserved spots. I decided to take the bike. I could park it easily enough and I wanted to feel her arms wrapped around my waist as we veered in and out of New York traffic. My dick responded at the thought. I handed her a helmet, and sat on the bike, waiting for her to sit behind me.
“Come on, angel, let’s go.”
Kat didn’t move.
“Um. No. Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking of something, and I’ve never ridden on a bike before.” She was apprehensive, a bit scared. I thought back to our first meeting, and smiled. I knew what she was remembering. This was the same bike that I’d rested against, waiting for her to come out of the bar. I’d had it shipped up the week prior to us arriving. If anything, I wanted to go for a ride.
“Just get on and hold me tight. I’ll do the rest.Trust me.” I winked at her, and held out my hand to help her on. She jumped on and pushed her bag between us, as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I double checked she had her helmet on, and I started the bike. This was going to be fun. Kat tightened her grasp around my waist as I pulled out into traffic. The breeze blowing against my face was a bit cool, but refreshing. I decided to take her to a little boutique that sold the style of clothing that I was looking for. It helped that I was good friends with the owner, Mel. The boutique was small, and out of the way in Chelsea. From first glance, a person might miss it, but I knew I would find the perfect outfit and accessories that I wanted her to wear tonight.
What do you say about yourself? Aren't we supposed to write these in third person? Oh well, here I go! I have been writing and reading since I was able to pick up a pen and read a book. I can't even begin to list the amounts of book that I've devoured over the course of my life; from the Babysitter's Club to R.L.Stein to the classics and the novels of my degrees. I have spent countless hours between the covers of classics during my undergraduate and graduate degrees from Western Connecticut State University, resulting in a BA English: Comparative Literature and a MA English: Professional Writing.
Recently, I have been focusing both my writings and my readings in erotica, BDSM and contemporary romance. And no, Fifty Shades of Grey did not get me on the BDSM bandwagon. If anything it opened the idea up more to me, but alas I have my own opinions on the trilogy.
I am trying to focus my writings on the emotional aspects of the erotic world, the emotional bondage of BDSM. I am interested in what makes people want to be dominant or submissive, the connection, etc. But I do like to read about a good flogging and bondage story too, the smuttier the better. :)
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