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Bounty hunter Tyne Fawcett spends her days and nights looking for people. There's a slight difference with her bounty - she gets paid upfront and her criminals are married men and women who are thought to be cheating.
One day a wealthy Moirah Larcone comes into her office at 9am on the dot, and offers to pay double her usual fee if she not only takes photos of Martin Larcone - but she has to send those photos to every media house in the country.
You see, I am 20 years younger than he is, when I met him he and his family had just moved to Barbados so he could set up his business. He was a recondition specialist. He bought cars from insurance companies and police auctions, fixed them up and sold them. He catered to the lower income earners as well as high society. I was at my insurance company having an assessment done of my car after my stupid brother had crashed it and the payout was not worth the trouble of getting it fixed. All the legal terms and jargon the agent was spouting made no sense to me and in my frustration, I was about to let him know where he could stuff the car.
"Why don't you let me buy it and fix it up for you? Then we could agree on a monthly plan that suits your budget."
I turned to locate the human being who possessed the voice that made my insides turn to jelly. Immediately my breath refused to flow into my lungs and I swear he heard my heart skip a few thousand beats.
"Hello, I guess that's an alternative, do you have a card?"
He handed me his card and I took it and dropped it into my handbag.
The agent looked at both of us and decided it was in his best interest to speak.
"Uh Miss, I hope you understand if he buys your car we have no control over what it will cost you to get it back."
"You are no help to me now at least he is offering me a solution, you can't even give me a rental, and I've had to pay for one on my own. Forget it, I will take my chances with him."
"You need to come in and sign some papers then, follow me."
When the agent was out of earshot, the gentleman whispered to me,
"He is all bark and no bite, you can ask anyone inside for a recommendation if you like, I don't mind. Call when you are ready to set up an appointment and we can hash out the details."
"Thank you. I will."
A few days later I got the courage to call. If I had known my life would take such a turn, I would have torn the card up and bought a brand new car.
"Hello is this Armaan?"
"Yes it is, how may I help you?"
"This is Fae, we met at CMA Insurance a few days ago, you offered to buy my Fortuner and fix it up."
"Ah yes the beautiful lady with the temper, how could I forget?"
"Well I was mad as a hatter!"
Armaan laughed, his rich accent tugged at Fae's libido.
"Come to my office and we can discuss getting you back on the road."
"Where are you?"
"I am at the old Plantraac Building in Eagle Hall."
"You must have moved in there recently, that was empty two weeks ago."
"I fixed it up in secret, will you be coming today?"
"Yes I am five minutes away, I live next to the Police Station, I can walk over."
"Great, see you in a few minutes. Follow the arrows to the sign that says Main Office."
I felt my heart speed up as I approached the building, I figured I would keep it professional no matter how much I wanted to kiss those soft lips. I wanted to feel his hot mouth on my breast as he thrust himself inside me on his desk.
The blare of a horn brought me out of her daze and I jumped back onto the sidewalk.
"Shake it off Fae, shake it the hell off." I muttered to myself.
As I was about to push the buzzer the door opened, so I stepped in a followed the arrows.
"Hello Fae, nice to see you again. Have a seat."
Life is not fair, men should not look like this. Armaan was dressed in a light green polo shirt with his company brand on the front, and a pair of navy blue shorts. His muscles ripped as he went to sit in his chair. His legs looked like he worked them just as hard as the rest of him.
I absentmindedly licked my lips and felt my entire womb kick into high gear as if in preparation for something.
"I thought it was just me."
"What?" I whispered.
"Something is sparking between us and I need to find out what is it before it dies."
"Can we find out right now?" I heard myself say.
"Are you sure?"
Armaan picked up his office phone and punched a number.
"I have an important meeting in a few minutes, please do not disturb me unless it is an emergency."
He got up and walked past me to lock his door. I sat frozen in my seat, I knew this was wrong on all levels but a man this sexy, was at my finger tips and I wasn't about to let him go.
When I felt him brush my plaits from my neck, I shuddered. What was I doing?
As if he heard my thoughts, he bent to my ear,
"Don't get cold feet on me now, you want me just as much as I want you."
He spun me around and pulled me up to his chest. He didn't wait and when he kissed me I swore all the planets collided. He grabbed the back of my head moving his mouth from mine to kiss me on my neck, and he didn't take long to get to my breasts, his impatience quite evident. He yanked my shirt over my head and quickly unhooked my bra. My nipples puckered up at the drop in temperature.
"Made just for me, just for me."
He licked one nipple, then the other and for the next few minutes he tortured me in this way, ignoring the movement in my hips, making me want more.
"Kiss me down there please." I blurted out unexpectedly. What the hell?
"I cannot, I don't know who you have been with."
I slowly opened my eyes.
"No one Armaan, I have never been with anyone."
"Impossible! You radiate beauty from your core, just look at you! We cannot do this, there is much to know about me before you give yourself to me."
"No, I need to do this now or I will regret it, please." I felt small in his arms, not insignificant but compared to him I didn't take up much space.
"Why are you giving me such a precious gift?"
"Look at you.... you are perfect."
"Thank you, so are you and now that I know, I cannot take you here in my office, you deserve better and I promise I will give you a night to remember, if you let me."
I shook my head, understanding that this would not be the last I saw of this man. To my surprise though, he kissed my lips softly again and before I knew it, my skirt was up around my waist, my panties were draped neatly on the corner of his chair and I felt a hot tongue gently brush against my most private parts. I grabbed the desk or I would surely fall off.
"Oh!" I exclaimed softly.
I began to say things I would not remember. I wanted everything he had to give me in case he decided he didn't want to ever see me again.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me and with a stranger. As my thoughts whirled in my head, my body was heating up. I felt as if someone had tied me up and held me over a roaring fire. Armaan's skillful tongue was drawing all the energy surging through me to where it met with my skin.
Somehow he knew. That critical moment when his motions would create a reaction in me so profound I would not be able to contain myself.
When my orgasm took over, Armaan raised himself up and in one swift stroke, took my virginity. I let go of the desk and covered my mouth for fear someone would hear me.
My eyes opened wide as the pain fleeted through me. Armaan was gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. Restraining himself from moving. He was staring at me and for a moment I thought that for even a little bit, he loved me.
"Does it still hurt?"
I couldn't speak, so I just shook my head slowly. It was then he pulled back slightly only to surge forward again, filling me up in such a way that I knew I would want more of him and soon.
He began a slow rhythm that blew my mind. No matter how my girlfriends told their stories, this moment one belonged to me and only me. Armaan kept his eyes on me as if waiting for something and once again he knew. He began to read my body as if he were studying for an exam he knew he would pass. He reached for me and as his hand caressed my stomach, breasts, arms, legs, I felt his urgency. I had to close my eyes, his gaze was as intense as his strokes. He increased his pace and when I opened my eyes again, he was still staring, his eyes looking into my soul pulling at me to let go.
Then he began to speak in another language. It was foreign to me but it sounded so exotic, I didn't care. Then, I felt it and as the tingles grew stronger, Armaan pulled me up towards him and continued his feverish pace.
He whispered into my ear and the words dragged me to the edge and pushed me over.
"????? ?? ??? ?? ???"
He later told me that it meant forever mine.
As my body returned to a somewhat normal state, Armaan had intertwined his fingers in mine.
He softly sucked on each one, sending spike of pleasure to my core.
"Are you okay? I couldn't help myself, I just had to have you."
I shook my head. I was still wrapped around him, my legs resting on his powerful hips and as he eased himself from me, he had to catch me from dribbling to a puddle on the floor.
"Let's get you cleaned up. I think we got way ahead of ourselves."
"Are you sorry?" I hung my head waiting for him to brush me off.
"Never, I wanted you when you were spouting epithets at Charles and now that I have had you, I can't let you go. We need to talk and get things underway. Come."
Armaan lead me to his private bathroom and as we took a shower together, the realization hit me that I was no longer a virgin, the blood on my legs confirmed that. I think I must have said something out loud because Armaan wrapped his arms around and what he said made me love him even more.
"Never feel ashamed of what we did, I am not going to disrespect you or leave you out of my life. I will cherish this moment until I die, so do not worry."
I wanted to finish quickly and talk to him about my car but he had other ideas. As he was soaping my skin he felt the need to kiss me and that kiss lead to him pinning me up against the wall and making love to me again. Twice he took me and twice he didn't reach his fulfilment.
I looked at him in confusion.
"Don't worry, this time was just for you."
How the hell does he do that? I guess further confusion was still written on my face.
"You wear your thoughts on your face Fae, I can read every one."
We finally got dressed and we were back in his office. He picked up the fone again and punched a number.
"Hi John, what? Crap, okay, no ok. I am coming out to see the car in a minute, I have Fae with me. Ok great."
Armaan ran his hand through his hair, still a bit wet from our shower.
"Yes and no, we will talk later, I will show you the car and we will go from there."
He got up and paused.
"How old are you Fae?"