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[nixon mason grey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more It was his birthday, and also not his style to celebrate that affair quietly. He was turning twenty seven after all, and he had the personal opinion of everyone needed to be there. So in order to accommodate the large guest list, he had paid to rent out the classy bar, Upscale, for the night. The amount it took was like pocket change to him, and after handing the owner and acting manager the large sum of money in cash, he was assured that his guests and himself would be given the best treatment around. He wouldn't accept it any other way, and if there was a problem with the service, he would be certain to say something. He wasn't one to keep his opinions or his thoughts to himself. If he wasn't happy with how the evening went then he would certainly do something to change it. That was just how Nixon Grey was. He had a lot of money, he knew he had a lot of money, and he wouldn't let anyone forget that. He also knew that he was incredibly good looking, and this evening was meant to bring a lady or two, or hey, maybe even three, back to his mansion with him. He was still the most eligible bachelor, and he knew that his mess of an annoying mother wouldn't let anyone forget that tonight. Of course she had to show up here tonight. Thinking about that only made him scowl, and Nix tried to push all negative thoughts from his mind. Tonight was all about him. It was his night and he wouldn't let that sorry excuse for a Grey ruin it. Right now he didn't need to worry himself with such petty thoughts. His mother was the source of her own failure, not him. He didn't need to be kind to her. Sensing that he was about to become bitter, he pushed those thoughts away. His past didn't matter. He had made a name for himself in this world after his father had passed away and he wasn't going to credit anyone else with his success. Sighing softly, the young billionaire stared at his reflection in the expansive mirror in front of him. Furrowing his brow, he adjusted his shirt collar, wondering if he should don a tie. While he was extravagant with his money, he was very subdued and simple when it came to the way he dressed. Right now he wore a nice pair of grey slacks paired with a black long sleeved, button up dress shirt. The top button was undone, exposing a bit of his chest, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. He kept the sleeves down and buttoned for now, knowing he would roll them up later on in the evening. A black belt was at his hips, and he finished the look off with a pair of shiny black shoes. His hair wasn't gelled, for it was naturally tousled and looked appropriate that way. He didn't need a tie. He'd feel overdressed if he wore one of those constricting pieces of clothing. Once he was certain that he looked acceptable, he stepped from his rather modest bedroom and closed the door behind him, shoving his iPhone and his wallet in his pockets. He had grabbed the keys to the Mercedes from the hooks lining his bedroom wall, knowing he wanted to drive himself. Hurrying down the expanse stair case, he called out to his housekeeper. She was like a mother to him. "Have a wonderful night off Lenny!" He heard her returning call and smiled to himself, then hurried into the garage. The car line up was something to be respected. He had a ton of different models. This was the one department that he didn't mind being flashy in. Crossing the floor of the car port, he reached the slim, sleek Mercedes. The red accents had caught his eye previously, and he had purchased it right on the spot. It had set him back more than he had wanted, but he hadn't been able to resist. Call him a push over when it comes to nice cars. He didn't care. He drove the Mercedes most often, and was recognized in town for the car. He didn't care if people spoke about him and his need for flashy vehicles. It was the only thing that he allowed himself to take joy in and he wasn't giving that up because of some unpopular opinions. Ignoring those thoughts, he stepped into the car was soon revving the engine as the garage door opened. Reversing easily, he pressed the clutch and shifted skillfully, zooming out of the driveway happily. Boys and their toys, really. It took him minutes to reach Upscale, and he was rather happy about that. He was ready to get absolutely trashed tonight. He had his driver on speed dial, so that was alright with him. He pulled into the VIP parking place and locked the car, wanting to make sure it was safe. Walking to the entrance, he flashed his million dollar smile and was let in right away. Guests had already arrived, and as soon as he had a drink in his hand, he started going through the crowd, greeting everyone. Not everyone had gotten here yet, but the bar was already loud and full. He couldn't be happier. Finished his drink, he leaned up against the bar, waiting for another one. 908 words, outfit :: HERE, sorry it sucks so much!

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

her arm had healed nicely from the wound she'd gotten from the notorious criminal, v, she had been chasing for almost a year now. the light pink mark was only noticeable to her because she knew where it was and the memories were strong enough to make the skin feel tender to her although it really wasn't. toying with the long chain of white pearls which dangled from her neck, she glanced around inconspicuously to survey the crowd of people she stood within. they were clustered at the door, begging for entry to the party, but she didn't care about that. she was here, on assignment, for the master of this debauchery. after v shot her, she'd been put on temporary leave from the case - a fact that she hated with every fiber of her being - and reassigned to a lesser investigation involving the east coast's most eligible bachelor, and billionaire playboy, nix grey. she'd spent a day in the case files reading up on him, and she was certain she knew him better than anyone else at the party, perhaps even better than he knew himself. the most important thing was knowing how he thought so she could get inside his head and pin him for the crimes he was suspected of. but she couldn't do that standing outside on the curb.

pushing her way through the crowd of people dressed in flapper dresses and fedoras jockeying for admittance to the twenties party inside the upscale bar and club. arriving at the front of the line - after being tempted to pull her badge to tell some stupid people to get the hell out of her way, but knowing better because it would blow her cover - she smiled exasperatedly at the bouncer. "hello there. i'll just be going in then?" she asked, starting toward the door as if she belonged. the burly black man's arm snaked out so fast she didn't have time to register it before she almost clotheslined on his bicep.

"i don't think so, blondie," the man smiled poisonously. "if you ain't on the list, you ain't getting in. and i'm pretty sure you ain't on the list."

fuming, scout planted her fists on her hips and took a deep breath to calm herself. she couldn't get angry or she wasn't going to get in. so she instantly smiled conspiratorially and sidled up to the man, allowing her low-cut dress to offer its full view of her cleavage as she spoke to him once more. "i'm sure there's an alternative way that mr grey has to approve certain guests?" she asked, winking slyly. the man smiled, catching her meaning as she slid her hands down her thigh and pulled her dress up a bit to reveal her shapely, tan leg. "one exception couldn't hurt, i s'pose." he winked and waved her through, to the roar of disapproval from the crowd that would remain waiting on the curbside, probably until the morning dawned. "thanks," she winked one last time and disappeared into the club's hazy atmosphere, thankful to be one step closer to her goal.

scout was very goal-oriented, and she grew frustrated when she didn't accomplish her mission. it was what made her such a great detective, she was like a rabid bloodhound. the atmosphere of the club's interior had been completely redone. it was dark and smoky, identical to a twenties speakeasy, and she had to admit she loved it. she loved the twenties and now she was surrounded by it. she knew she must focus on her purpose for being here, but the ambiance was sucking her inexorably into its grasp. wandering aimlessly for about thirty minutes, she finally came to her senses and ducked into a dark corner, near the velvety curtain that lined the wall of the entire outside of the club, closing them all in and holding them in the lecherous haze of the twenties. forcing herself to take deep breaths, that was when she realized he was right in front of her.

instantly, scout thought she couldn't do this. she'd only seen blurry images of him at best, and while he was male, she hadn't expected him to be so... gorgeous. her heart literally leapt in her chest and she gripped the velvet curtain so tightly that her knuckles turned white. why couldn't he be some leprous hunchback? that would make this sort of thing so much easier. but she was a big girl, she reminded herself. she would simply have to control herself better. it was the twenties getting to her, she chided herself.

she realized he was getting away, and she had to act fast if she was going to attract his attention. glancing around, she noticed a group of young men, around grey's age, drinking their drinks and talking amongst themselves. there were women dancing on the dance floor, but these boys were alone, and she saw her opportunity. all men love a friendly competition, and what better way to attract the birthday boy's attention than to make him feel that he wasn't the one getting all of the attention at his own birthday party?

sliding up beside a brunette a bit taller than her, she slid her arm up onto his shoulder and glanced around the circle with a sly smile on her face. "well, hello boys," she cooed, her voice sultry as she played the role. she was too afraid she'd blow it if she glanced around to see if nixon had noticed yet, so she continued the act in hopes he would catch on. if not, she would have to go with a different plan. "any of you care to buy a lady a drink?" she twirled her pearls and bit her bottom lip seductively, as her blond waves bobbed playfully. now all she had to to was wait.

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[nixon mason grey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more As the bartender delivered him his drink, Nix studied the mixture carefully. He was a hard alcohol kind of guy, and whiskey usually satiated his thirst. He hadn't know what he wanted, but since he had been given a Jack and coke when he had first walked in the door, he decided that he would just stick to that. He wouldn't be a disgusting drunk. He never was. He usually loosened up to be perfectly honest. It was easier for him to pick up girls because he didn't feel the need to keep up his respectful exterior. Even though he was known as a playboy, he still needed to appear professional in front of the people that he needed to appear professional in front of. They were usually gone by midnight, so he wasn't worried. He'd be able to really loosen up then and he was actually looking forward to it. Stepping back from the bar, he took a long swig of his drink, happy to note that it was extremely strong. Almost way too strong. Desperately trying not to make a face at the burning in his throat, he reminded himself to sip it slowly. Holy fuck, he must have put only a splash of coke into this thing. Shaking his head a bit, he turned himself so that he could lean back against the bar to survey how his party was coming along. He knew the bouncers at the door wouldn't let anyone in who wasn't on the list, but that didn't mean that he knew everyone who was on the list. His father had taught him to know who you needed to know, and just make a friendly face to the people that you didn't. That was what was important. He needed to make a lasting impression on the people that mattered. This party was a way to do that. With an open bar, paid for by Nixon, a live band, a DJ for after midnight, and food being brought out, he had certainly delivered. The crowd was big, but why wouldn't it be? He was Nixon Mason Grey. Everyone knew who he was, and everyone wanted to be him. He didn't blame them. Who wouldn't want his life style? He got whatever he want, whoever he want...everything. He didn't want for a thing, and while he made most of his money illegally now, it didn't matter to him. He was still working to get that money. It wasn't his fault that people were stupid enough to believe his scams and his schemes. Nix was very intelligent when it came to the entire project. He was well rehearsed in what he did, and that much was quite obvious. No one ever questioned him. They were comforted by his expertise, and he was so charming, who wouldn't believe him? It was common sense really. And the Grey name was such a respected name. Everyone trusted it, wanted to be involved with it. And who was he to turn someone with enough money away? That would just be rude, and that wasn't his style. Smiling slightly to himself, he took another sip of his drink, his eyes gazing around the area. The girls had come dressed to impress, and he couldn't help but notice the length of their dresses. Some pulled the style off extremely well, while others should have just stayed home. He was attracted to those who didn't go over the top with what they wore. He hated when a girl piled her face with make up and bought the most expensive clothes, as if they price tags would impress him. He was just looking for a good fuck, and he would rather not taste make up in his mouth, and he'd just rip the clothes off of them anyway. It wasn't that important to him to be perfectly honest. Shaking his head at those thoughts, he realized he hadn't really come dressed in accordance to his theme. That stupid theme. It had been Lenny's idea, and the boy had a soft spot for his housekeeper. He couldn't just say no to her. It wasn't fair! She had suggested this theme, and while all of his guests seemed to love it, Nix was just not that into it. Knowing he needed something, he saw that someone had put their fedora down on the bar and left it unattended. Shrugging to himself, he picked it up and plopped it on his head, glad that it fit alright. It was a bit big, but he'd make due. Stepping away from the bar now, he started mingling again, trying to talk to everyone that he needed to talk to before they left. It was then that she caught his eye. She was a little blonde number, dressed in a rather attractive flapper dress. He turned in mid conversation with a tiny brunette who was all over him. He didn't blame her, but his attention had been caught. He didn't lose his cool though. His blue green eyes stayed trained on the conversation, or rather, the girl who was speaking to him, and he nodded and spoke when he needed to speak. Watching the girl out of the corner of his eye, he saw her approach a group of young men that he knew. He'd go out golfing with them, or boating, or something ridiculous. He was actually good friends with some of them, but not the brunette she was hanging on. Scowling, he turned to the girl before him. "Sorry love, I've got to keep mingling. I'm a busy man, you know?" He said softly, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. Seeing the dazed expression on her face he knew that she wouldn't be too upset with the situation. Now that he was free to court who he had his sights on, he stepped up to the small group of people, noting the looks on his friend's face. Giving them all one of his charming grins, his hand went out to gently grasp the young woman's elbow, steering her away. "I think I can do something about that drink. On me." He offered with a playful wink, letting her pull from his touch if she so desired. Heading back over to the bar with this girl hopefully coming with him, he spoke up, his voice raised slightly because of the music. "What would you like Miss....?" 908 words, outfit :: HERE, sorry it sucks so much!

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

even as she leaned on the guy, she instantly recognized when grey saw her. she'd been watching him inconspicuously out of the corner of her eye as she flirted with the group of men, and she saw his posture change to that defensive 'attack' mode men got when they grew competitive. her plan seemed to be working. just for added measure, she made some joke about flapper dresses being so uncomfortable, thanks to the garters they had to wear to hold up their stockings, and she ran her fingers to the hem of her dress, running it up those precious few inches to reveal her shapely upper leg where the garter she wore clung to her thigh. the men surrounding her surely appreciated the view, and they said as much, but she wasn't tremendously worried about them. most of them were drunk already, and she could easily twist their arms around their backs and knock them out by this point, but what mattered most was whether or not she was attracting the attention of the birthday boy.

not wanting him to notice her watching him, she giggled merrily, her laugh tinkling in the smoky atmosphere like a brilliant bell. the man she'd sidled up next to put his arm around her waist, claiming her as his territory to the other men in the group, but she merely raised her eyebrows and smiled at him. he was attractive, she supposed, but she didn't care about that much now. she requested a drink, and she was surprised by a touch on her elbow that gently, yet forcibly removed her from the brunette's arm. somehow, she knew it was him before she even allowed herself to slowly turn and look at him as if she was doing him a favor by bestowing her attention on him. up close, he was even more breathtaking than he had been across the room, and she had to remind herself that, more than likely, he was a criminal. that was why she was here: not to flirt with him but to get evidence on him. she allowed him to pull her away from the group, but then she gently pulled her elbow from his grip to subconsciously communicate to him that he didn't own her. she knew he would probably notice the move, and she wanted him to. he wasn't stupid, she knew that from the research she'd done on him, and she knew he would pick up on those subtle clues about her. she had to be extra careful to keep up her cover or he would figure out who she really was and why she was really here.

"oh, you can, can you?" she piped cheerily, flowing after him in her white flapper dress, her blond hair bouncing and shining in the few lights they moved under. since she'd removed her arm from him, they were now side by side, and she wanted to bump up her game a bit. he wasn't stupid, and he wouldn't trust her if she just walked along next to him like some dude. slowing her pace ever so slightly, she allowed him to run up against her, arching her back as he bumped into her and laughing as if it had been a complete accident. flashing her bright eyes at him, she smiled and kept moving, her hips swaying naturally (a moment she was actually glad she had a sway to her hips, unlike usual when she tried to cover it up). arriving at the bar, she slid onto a stool and twirled her pearls around her fingers. "scout," she replied when he left open the space for her to add her name. she smiled slightly at him, "it's scout. and you are?" she batted her eyelashes innocently, as if she honestly didn't know who he was. knowing him and his massive ego the size of mount everest, it would get beneath his skin at least a little bit that she openly admitted she had no idea who he was. he was the birthday boy, after all. who would dare not know him? he was nixon mason grey. he was basically american royalty and he deserved respect.

at least in his own mind he probably thought that.

scout took her drink when it arrived, debating whether she should sip or down it, and she decided on a delicate balance of the two. she took a sip, slowly at first, and then gently downed the rest of it, proving she wasn't some vapid little wench like the rest of these women. she was a challenge, something he could work for, and somehow she imagined that would attract his attention more than the rest of them.

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[nixon mason grey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more He could read the anger in the face of the man that he had taken the young woman from, but who was the young man to object? Nixon was Nixon, and there was no changing that. Besides, Nix didn't see his name plastered all over the girl so that meant that she wasn't his property. As for that notion, Nixon hated that men were so possessive. It gave him a bad name. He didn't care if a girl decided to stay with him or not. It was her own loss if she moved onto someone else, not his. He could find someone else. It wasn't as if there wasn't any girl that didn't want him in this place, or any place he walked into for that matter. As the girl beside him expertly pulled her arm from his grasp, he simply raised an eyebrow. This one was going to be different, he could tell right off of the bat. Watching her carefully, his piercing eyes stared at her, judging her. Nixon wasn't afraid to let her know that he was trying to figure her out. This girl was different. She had done things that would have drawn any man in, lifting her skirt, flirting her heart out, but yet she still distanced herself. She wasn't throwing herself all over any man here, but she certainly gave the signals that she didn't want to be alone tonight. Furrowing his brow for a moment as she walked in front of him instead of beside him, he watched her go without complaint. He wasn't going to be upset over the view she was offering him. However, he wasn't expecting what she did next. As she slowed down, Nixon didn't adjust his pace, and he ended up bumping into her a little ungracefully. Disgruntled, his hands went to her waist to steady her, catching her before he sent her flying because of his hit. "Woah. You alright?" His British accent held actual concern for a moment, and it was a bit unnerving for him. He never really showed true concern and the fact that he was now threw him for a loop. Looking rather unsure of himself for the first time in forever, Nixon was awarded with her laughter, signifying that she was indeed alright. It appeared to be merely an accident, but he still felt badly for bumping into her like he did. Sighing softly, he released her, watching her sashay to the bar without another comment. Biting his lower lip in thought, his steps were hesitant as if he had something else on his mind. He needed to get it together. He needed to find his momentum again and keep it or he'd never impress this young woman. Nearly huffing at himself out of annoyance, he stepped forward after shooting a smile to one of the other patrons to his party. Sidling up to the bar, he seemed to have found his rhythm again as he ordered her the drink she wanted, standing slightly sideways behind her. As he was about to order his own drink, she announced her name and then had the audacity to question his identity. It was a good thing Nixon was good at hiding his emotions but this took him completely by surprised. Furrowing his brow again, he studied her, his eyes blazing with question, and was it...offense? How could she not know who he was if she was at his birthday party? Well, two could play this game, that was for sure. Crossing his arms over his chest, he eyed her suspiciously. "Do you mean to say that you're crashing my party?" He asked innocently enough, not giving her an answer to her question. Oh, if she wanted to go down this road, then he was ready for the challenge. She wasn't a bimbo that he could charm the skirt off of. She had a quick mind, but it seemed that she hadn't thought her question straight through. Nixon could have her thrown out if he wanted to, but he wouldn't. Who was he to kick someone out when they obviously just wanted to have a good time. Taking his eyes off of her for the moment, he leaned forward, brushing her shoulder with his form as he got the bar tender's attention and ordered her another drink as she sipped, then downed hers. Ordering one for himself as well, he straightened only when he received his own. Taking a long sip, he put the glass down on the bar and then turned his attention back to her, watching her carefully now. Nixon was suspicious. That much was obvious even to someone who didn't know him. Who was she and why was she here? That's what he wanted to know. "Why are you here?" Nixon was a criminal. He was a con artist. One of the biggest and most successful con artists that there ever was. He had made millions, billions of dollars with his schemes and he was not about to be outed by a young woman who played the hot card. He had been investigated enough to know when to put his guard up, and it was certainly up now. He was jumping to conclusions, he knew that he was. But he had too much riding on his fortune, on his life, to play the fool now. This girl might be just some innocent, intelligent person who had honestly just crashed his party because she was having a good time. On the other hand, she could be someone that he shouldn't trust, and his libido was beginning to think twice about even attempting to bed this woman. Stepping back now, he scrutinized her with his piercing gaze. Nixon had a mean streak, there was no doubting it. But the gaze that he turned to her now was not mean. It was just probing. His intelligence was obvious. He wasn't some stupid rich kid. He was conniving, he was smart, and he was always one step ahead of the authorities. It was why he had survived for so long doing what he did. 908 words, outfit :: HERE, such a suspicious little Sally

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

of course she knew who he was. he was the only reason she was here, dressed like a flapper with her hair curled and hairsprayed to within an inch of its life. she wasn't another pretty face in this party, but a woman with a purpose. however, she obviously couldn't dish all of that out to him since she was undercover and he was a suspicious criminal mastermind. he wasn't stupid, and that was how he had evaded the authorities for so long, causing even the most stubborn law enforcement officials to believe he may not be a criminal after all. but scout knew better. she could practically smell it on him, the dirty money that oozed out of his pores and got him whatever he wanted.

smiling at him, her eyes penetrating him as he moved next to her, his brow drawing down in suspicion, she maintained her act and turned her body slightly toward him so her thigh brushed his waistline due to the close proximity he maintained to her. "just because you're the most handsome face in this club doesn't necessarily mean you're the birthday boy," she purred with a smile. her index finger drew a circle around the rim of her cup, her head tilting to draw attention to her smooth, curved neck. "you've never seen me before today; is it such a surprise that i have never seen you before either?"

she smiled easily, no confidence lost in light of his rising suspicion of her. although she sensed she'd gotten close to throwing the whole deal, she wouldn't go down that easily. she hadn't doubted his instincts, his intelligence, before, and she certainly respected them now. he was quick to jump to conclusions, to expect the worst, because that kept him alive and out of jail. he was quickly becoming the moriarty to her sherlock, and it thrilled her in the worst way possible. scout knew she shouldn't be so energized by this encounter with this world class con man, but she couldn't help it.

"i'm assuming, by your visible affront to my ignorance, that you are nixon grey," she chirped pleasantly, licking her lips subtly. he still hovered over her as he awaited his drink, and she didn't bother to ignore the powerful closeness of him. he emanated power, and although it wasn't a trait she was attracted to, it still fascinated her that such a man could be so untouchable. a man who was so much in the spotlight, the most eligible bachelor on the east coast and probably the entire united states of america, yet he was completely out of the reach of the law. out of her reach.

her hand smoothly snaked up to his arm, her fingers running over the black fabric of his shirt and feeling it rub her fingertips softly. she wasn't afraid to make a bold move, and she imagined nixon grey as a man who appreciated bold moves versus the alternative. so did she. "i'm here to get a moment in the presence of the infamous nixon grey," she admitted, not betraying her real purpose in the slightest by the statement. she leaned in closer to him, the heat of his body cresting on her face and turning her cheeks a pleasant rosy hue in his nearness. her hand moved from his arm, her gloved finger lightly touching the bottom of his chin as she smiled a small, slow smile. "it appears i have succeeded." their faces were only inches apart now, and she looked candidly into his gray eyes. he was so guarded, so hard for her to crack even as she looked into his gaze. usually she could read a lot about a person by his eyes, but nixon was a closed book to her. he was so well shut up, it shook her for a moment, and she knew this wasn't going to be just like any other case. this was going to take all of her will, all of her soul, to break, but she would do it. she was too stubborn to back down.

"you'll have to excuse my previous indiscretion against your notoriety, mr. grey," she murmured, still looking deeply into his eyes, knowing he would get as little from her gaze as she was getting from his.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Once Nixon Grey's guard was up, it was up for good. Unless something really changed that and his trust could be won. But it couldn't even be considered trust. It was more of a tolerance, if that made any sense. Nixon didn't have any friends. Not real ones anyway. Sure, it seemed like he was well liked and well respected, and he was. He didn't come off as that much of an asshole to the men that he spent his time with on a daily basis, shooting the breeze and socializing. People didn't like him because of the amount of money that he had and because they were jealous, but that was the extent of the people that hated him. His customers still held respect for them because of how good of a con artist he was. When a situation looked like it was ready to crumble, Nix had enough money to put in so that it seemed as if all was well, and he still made a profit. It was something that he had perfected over the years, and he certainly didn't get to where he was because of his trust. That word, that emotion, was completely eliminated from his make up. He didn't do trust, and for good reason. As he stared at this young woman, his guard started climbing higher and higher. Did she have an alterior motive to this situation? Why had she crashed his party in all honesty and how did she get past his bouncer? His eyes swept over her body instantly, and not in an appraising way. He was searching, he was probing, and it was quite obvious. He didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he didn't trust her. As her thigh brushed his waist because of their proximity, Nixon took a step back. Oh no. He was not going to play that game. He was not going to be lured in with her eyes, with her words, with her actions. It was just difficult because Nixon was a very physical man. And at the beginning of their meeting, he had been intent on getting her into his bed tonight. She was giving him an invitation, and uncharacteristically, he was not accepting it. Nixon knew that he had to play it cool, and not lose himself completely. She would question why his guard went up, but it was no secret that Nixon was a very quiet person. He might spend extravagantly, but the people that entered his home didn't stay there for very long, and they weren't offered a tour. The girls that he bed weren't even in his room in his mansion. He took them to a guest room. He was careful in everything that he did, and most blamed his family life, growing up. His mother and father were never there for him, so he was pretty much closed off from the entire world, even his family. His social skills were actually quite good considering the lonely upbringing he had. He was raised by nannies, strangers, but that never bothered him. He was cold to them and never grew attached. Just like he doesn't grow attached to the women that he sleeps with, or the men that he talks with. But that's also why he doesn't trust. He never established it even as a young child, and it wasn't about to change now. Especially with this young woman. Was he interested in her? Of course he was. She was extremely attractive and she had this way about her that just lured him in. But that was what threw him off. It was like she was trying to attract prey. He was not going to be a piece of meat for her to play with. That was not his way, and it was obvious that he was not very happy at the moment. Hearing her explanation, his eyes darkened slightly. It wasn't for the reasons that might be believed. He didn't really care that she didn't know him. Well, that was a lie. He did care, but that wasn't the concern at the forefront of his mind at the moment. Turning to her again, he kept his distance, not wanting to be enticed by even the slightest touch. He'd be mush if that happened, really. "My, my. Aren't we schmoozing? Trying to cover your ass? Might want to try a longer dress." He spoke out cooly, his accent making his tone sound snappy. Watching her carefully, he cocked a brow as she questioned him about not seeing her before today. His face was everywhere. It wasn't him having a big ego. It was literally everywhere. "I find it extremely difficult to believe that you've never seen my face before tonight. Unless you live under a rock, love." He stated carefully, being straightforward. However, he wasn't nearly as straightforward as she was when her arm snaked out to touch his. His grey eyes traveled to rest on her hand and he looked up at her in question. "Touchy are we?" Not removing her hand for the moment, he let her do what she wished and then was suddenly aware of how close she had gotten. Oh he hadn't been paying attention. He really was going to have to be careful with this one. Furrowing his brow yet again, he looked into her eyes but didn't give anything away. That just wasn't going to happen. As she stayed inches from his face, from his lips, he nearly lost all control and kissed her right there. She was clearly asking for it. But no. No he would not. If he kissed her it'd all be over and that wasn't going to happen. At that precise moment, the bar tender delivered their drinks, and Nixon reached over without tearing his gaze from hers. And in another instant, he shoved the drink between them, pulling away from her. "Drink up sweetheart. If you want to be in my infamous presence, you'll need the alcohol." He said with a wink, but didn't make a move. Oh no. He didn't trust her. That was for certain. He'd be watching what he did with her with a microscope. 908 words, outfit :: HERE, such a suspicious little Sally

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His tone clued her in to his annoyance. She'd succeeded in getting under his skin, but she'd pushed too far against his ego. Now, he suspected she didn't belong, and she didn't want that. She'd intended to draw him in, to play hard-to-get, and it had backfired in her face. Even her cover had gone awry as he mocked her, moving away from her touch and getting snippy with her.

She should have known better. She'd allowed her attraction for him get in the way, and she knew it. This had never happened to her before, and it had happened so quickly with Nixon, she was honestly ashamed of herself. It was also her pride. She'd wanted to make him feel lower than he was, make him feel cheap and humble. And she never should have gone that direction. Not only was it unfair and rude, but it hadn't worked. His pride was too powerful to be broken down by the words of a girl he didn't even know. Perhaps he was affected by beautiful women - or perhaps he was gay, and that was why she made little to no effect on him - but he wasn't fooled by her.

When he drew her attention to how feely she was becoming, she retracted her hand automatically by instinct, but their faces remained inches apart, and she found herself losing her control as she looked into his eyes. She was quickly losing control of this investigation, forgetting her reason for being here amidst the magic of the evening. The hand she'd moved from him began lifting to his face, and at that precise moment the bartender arrived with their drinks. The spell was broken, and she felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her. Sucking in a low breath, she continued to look in his eyes, but she remembered who she was and why she was here.

He pulled away from her, pushing the drink between them, and the chill ran down her spine like a palpable thing. It was as if a heater had been removed from her, and she was suddenly out in the frigid night air. Looking away from him and toward the proffered drink, she sighed inwardly and shook her head. "I'm sorry..." she remarked, turning back toward him to offer him a pleasant smile. He was only a target, a man she was set to take down. She'd get severely bitched out in the morning for what she was about to do, but it had to be done. She couldn't handle herself around him, and she lost her mind.

Gathering her pearly purse from the bar, she wrapped its chain around her wrist and slid off the barstool, finding herself unfortunately close to him again, only this time it wasn't intentional. The distance from the stool to the floor was more than she anticipated, and her ankle overcorrected for her heels, sending her tilting toward him. Instinctively, she reached out to catch her balance, the palm of her hand landing on his stomach.

"Oh, wow, I'm..." she shook her head, overwhelmed with how badly this was all going. She looked into his eyes, but found it impossible to explain herself to those fathomless depths, so she looked away hastily. "I apologize, but I must be going."

Deciding she would need that alcohol after all, she downed the glass in one fell gulp and turned away from him, aimlessly trying to find the exit. She had gotten in too deep, allowed herself to become smitten with the magic of the night (she refused to admit she'd become smitten with the man of the night). She was Scout Shepherd, best damn detective on the force, and he had bested her. The thought boiled her blood, but she felt a strange sort of respect for him at the same time.

She'd only taken a few steps when she realized she couldn't back down so easily. He had intimidated her into turning tail and running away, and she imagined that was exactly what he wanted. Setting her jaw, she turned to face him, her fists clenching against her sides.

"You know what? I don't give a damn how rich and famous you are," she snapped, her finger pointing at his chest and her blue-green eyes on fire. "You're an asshole. You can kick me out for all I care, but you need to know it. You waltz up to any woman in here and trap her with your charm and your ridiculously good looks, and then you make her feel like a piece of trash."

She gestured into the air in a surrender gesture, "The world doesn't revolve around you, Nixon Grey, despite what you think." Bouncers and guests had begun noticing her little outburst, and she regretted it, but she couldn't back down now. Recognizing the bouncer from the door who'd so graciously allowed her to come in with no additional payment other than a healthy view of her thigh, she sighed inwardly. "I'll be going now," she confessed, pushing past a few of the nearby onlookers and heading toward what she believed to be the exit.

Thankfully, the crowd swallowed her up and the party resumed its dull hum, and she was forgotten. Stalking through the darkness, she lost her bearings and realized she'd backed herself into a corner. Cursing under her breath, she took a deep breath and turned to face the room once more, peering through the crowd for the exit.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more He was angry. Angry that he had let her get so close to him, angry that he had chosen this girl to make a move on during this evening. She was everything that he desired, but everything that he couldn't allow himself to have. Her charm, her wit, her intelligence all made her extremely attractive to him. Contrary to popular belief, he'd rather not take some blonde bimbo home who could not hold a conversation. He appreciated the finer taste in women, and she was definitely one of the best that he had been trying to bring home. It didn't hurt that she was also extremely attractive, and that was definitely his weakness. If someone put an attractive, intelligent woman in front of him and that was the end of it. He didn't like this. He didn't like how suspicious he was, he didn't like the vibe that he was getting from his instincts. He also didn't like the vibe he was getting from his male parts. This was just great. She was confusing him, and no one had ever been able to accomplish that feat before. It threw him for a loop, and he wasn't very excited about it. Watching her carefully now, he wondered what she thought of him. He couldn't read it in her eyes, but he could hear it in her tone sometimes. However, he didn't know if it was just an act, for she apparently hadn't known who he was. This didn't make sense to him. His instincts were contrasting with his desires and he had never had that happen before. For a moment, a glimmer of uncertainty passed across his endless grey eyes, and his brow furrowed as he tried to work through this piece by piece. When it came down to it, Nixon was a very broken man. It wasn't something that he would ever admit. He was also a very lonely man, in all aspects of the word. He never had anyone to rely on, so he had always trusted himself. When he stopped trusting himself, he truly didn't have anyone. And in this situation, he didn't trust himself. For some reason he felt like this young woman could be responsible for his ruin, but he couldn't stop wanting her. Slightly afraid now because he lost faith in himself for a moment, he hid it from his expression effortlessly. He couldn't show fear. That wasn't in his vocabulary. If he allowed himself to show emotions, his enemies would jump on those weaknesses. He wasn't in the business to be weak. He hadn't made it this far because he had let people see what he was feeling. No one knew of his past, not all of the details, and that was for good reason. So why did he feel like this young woman could read him like an open book? There was no way that she didn't know who he was. Anyone who was anyone in this place knew the name Nixon Grey. That was a given, and that wasn't him being egotistical. His name was known world wide and in this tiny place, he was a celebrity. He was someone to follow, someone to know about. It wasn't rare to see his name in the news every night. This was his life, his world. The fact that she didn't know who he was, that was the thing that put him on his guard. Furrowing his brow now, he watched as she took her hand away from his arm, seeming to be rather put off by his rudeness. To be frank, he wasn't into playing games. If she had something up her sleeve he wanted to know. He wanted to know if she planned on playing him around her little finger or if she was actually sincere. He would be running a check on her the first chance he got. He wasn't an idiot. He had his sources. He would make sure he knew the ins and outs of her life like the back of his hand. He would know why he needed to be careful around her. At least then he could relax a bit. He just needed to know the basis. Taking a deep breath now, he was suddenly captured in her gaze, but the spell was broken by the bar tender, thankfully. Taking his drink and swallowing it down without much effort, he slammed the glass on the bar counter and ordered shots. She could take one if she wanted, but he slammed back three in a row, needing something to make him feel something other than these suspicions. Once he started to work up a considerable buzz, he was aware of her suddenly falling into him. Catching her easily without much effort, he held her steady. He might be angry, but he wasn't going to risk her getting hurt. "Easy, love." His voice had lost the gruff edge of before, and he wasn't sarcastic or snappy. He was confused. And the alcohol simply was not helping. He was attracted to this young woman. He couldn't deny that. He was just so uneasy about the entire situation and he always followed his instincts. It was how he had survived for so long. He just couldn't risk his life, risk his world, for a girl. He couldn't be that stupid. But as she turned away from him to walk out, he ordered two more shots and took them down easily, suddenly aware that she was back in his spacial bubble. Stepping out from the confines of the bar, he slugged back another shot as she shot her finger at his chest, trying to bring down his ego and his pride with her words. All that remained on his face during her small rant was a smug smile, and he listened with amusement. All that his rather drunk and fuzzy mind heard was that he drew women in with his charm and his ridiculously good looks. Looking utterly too pleased with himself, he even managed a laugh as she said the world didn't revolve around him. Oh, but it did. She just had to wake up and realize that. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." Throwing a wink her way, he watched her stalk off, following her with his gaze. His guests seemed to lose interest once they saw that Nixon was smiling and laughing. All part of the plan. Nixon's grey eyes swept the scene around him, and he leaned back to the bar, ordering two more shots. Taking them without much of a problem, he seemed to work up his courage and went on the search for one flapper named Scout. When he found her, she was trapped in a corner, and that was exactly the way that he wanted her. Striding forward, radiating confidence, he kept going, not stopping as he neared her. He used the difference in their sizes to slowly push her back into the wall, into the corner. His gray eyes flashed with desire and lust as she stood there in front of him and he put his arms out as sort of a guard so she couldn't escape his clutches. Inches from her face now, he knew that he smelled of booze, but he didn't rightly care. "I'm an asshole. I'm egotistical. I'm a manwhore. I'm a rich son of a bitch who knows that he can have anything he wants. But right now. I want you. And you're not someone I can have just because I say I want you. I've never ever said that I'm something that I'm not, so your accusations...back there...they don't mean a fucking thing to me. What I care about now is... He paused for a moment in his rant to lean forward, his lips suddenly brushing against her neck, working their way up to her ear, nipping gently at her lobe. Releasing her from his kisses, he whispered in her ear. "What I care about now is getting you home and showing you just how much of a gentleman I can be when I want to be. I don't trust you, but right now, I'm going to burst if I don't have you." And without waiting for her response, Nixon pulled away, only to send his lips crashing against hers in desire. 908 words, outfit :: HERE, such a suspicious little Sally

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SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

Nixon Grey was an asshole: plain and simple. She'd managed to let the job get personal, to allow his egotistical nature and self-centered view of the world get the better of her. Now she was fuming alone in the darkness wishing she'd been left on the V case. At least she could manage her feelings around him. She'd never been so attracted to a target before, and she'd always left her feelings behind in the car when she went out on a surveillance mission, but for whatever reason this time, she'd been unable to do so. She was compromised in more ways than one.

Turning back to face the room, she was suddenly face-to-face with the one person she'd been trying to avoid, and she sucked in a surprised breath. She'd fully expected him not to give a damn if she continued living outside of his bubble, but he'd followed her. The alcohol on him was powerful, but so was his cologne, and the toxic mixture drew into her head and made her dizzy. Stumbling backward a step, she realized too late he had her caged in, his arms on either side of her and his posture such a way that she was inexplicably forced to look up at him. His grey eyes were marvelous... what the hell was she thinking? He was a rich over-priviledged, self-centered asshole and he was a criminal. She was a detective.

Glaring up at him, she set her jaw and stared him down as he leaned toward her, his breath reeking of alcohol. He began admitting all of his flaws, but he spewed them like trophies instead of discrepancies, and it disgusted her. Still, his confidence was a turn-on, despite how badly she wished it wasn't, and she tensed as she stared him down. Although he'd had a lot to drink, she could tell by the glint to his eyes that he wasn't drunk, just perhaps a little soused. He was too clever to get hammered when he didn't trust her.

"I don't care what you want-"

She was cut off as he leaned toward her, throwing her off guard. His lips brushed her neck, and she whimpered audibly before she could catch herself. What the hell? What was wrong with her? His mouth moved up her neck and he nipped at her ear, and she felt her knees and elbows burn with lust. Damn, he was good.

Her hands raised, her palms laying flat against his chest as if to push him away, but she didn't have the strength. Her fingertips dug ever so slightly into his black shirt as he stood up slightly and seared her with his gaze. She managed to stare him down, but her surrender was obvious. Her mind was no longer on the job. She couldn't focus, and her senses and brain burned with desire for him. She'd never felt so instantly attracted to a man, and she hated him for it, hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny it.

In her head she tried chanting It's just a job, It's just a job, It's just a job, to force herself to focus, but the heady mixture of the alcohol, his closeness, the way his breath crested hot on his neck and cheeks... it was all too much. The magic of the party swept her up in it, and she was losing herself along with her better judgement.

Her hands remained on his chest as he looked down at her, admitting he would burst if he didn't have her. Damn, he was good. Her will balked and she stared strongly up at him, but he had her. She had been his for the past hour now whether she wanted to admit it or not. She lied to herself and said she was going to do this for the sake of the job. If she did this, perhaps she could learn something about him. But she knew that wasn't the real reason. It was really because she was drugged by him. He was her drug, and she was drawn to him like a magnet being pulled into the gravity of the sun.

Her fingers gripped his black shirt as she looked up at him, her body trilling with excitement and desire as the words slipped from his mouth. He began to pull back, and for the briefest of moments her heart felt as if it may burst in her chest. He wasn't going to kiss her again, his words were just meant to drive her insane, to make her crazy with desire so he could be an asshole and just leave.

And then it came. His mouth hit hers so hard it took her breath away, but she kissed him back with equal strength. She instinctively raised up on her toes, her hands going around his neck and into his hair to grip the blond tresses at the back of his head. Her body crashed into his as her lips battled with him. Her heart beat too fast in her ears, drowning out the music and the voices in the club. She felt her body moving, but she was so high off of the feeling of him against her mouth and her body and her fingers, she could only guess he was moving her, taking her wherever he wanted, and she didn't care. She didn't give a damn if he was a gentleman; she just wanted him like she'd never wanted anything.

She gasped with pleasure as his lips moved over her jawline again, and she whimpered with longing as she pulled at him, begging him to have his way with her. "I don't trust you either, so I guess we're even," she whispered testily as her back hit the door leading out of the club and dropped them into a garage off the side of the building. She raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly before pulling him after her. She slipped, her bottom hitting the hood of the nearest car, but she didn't give a damn. All she could feel was his hands on her hot skin, his lips on hers.

Blond strands of her hair had fallen out of her bun, and the tinkling of her jewelry added to the din of passion in her head. She clutched at his shirt, impatient to have him, but she knew he wasn't going to let her run this game. It was like a battle between them, a power-play of passion, and it thrilled her like a game of cat and mouse. Somehow it was only fitting that they would butt heads even when they both wanted the same thing.

Her skin stuck to the hood of the car, and her feet wrapped around the backs of his legs as she pulled his shirt out of his waistband. The semi-darkness of the garage and the cool air cleared her head only enough for her to moan as he touched her again, and she whined impatiently. She needed him now or she would explode. "Please..." she begged in a lusty whisper, her lips against his as she pleaded with him to keep his promise.

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[nixon mason grey]

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It was something that he was used to doing: winning. She wasn't a conquest, or a game. Not at all. But she was something that he needed to convince. So as he worked his magic on her, he could feel her responding to him, and he knew that it wouldn't be long until she gave in to him. Hearing her whimper when he first kissed her neck, he knew that he had won. Hiding the smile from his lips, he pulled back, knowing it would fill her head with questions of his intentions. His intentions were clear to him, but it was important to keep her guessing, to keep her interested. The power struggle that was occurring here was something that he also needed to be victorious in. He would have his way with her, he would give her what she desperately wanted, but it would be in his way, and on his terms. So as she said that she didn't trust him either, he could only smile his devilish smile. "Good." His response was short and sweet, but right to the point. "It's safer if you don't." He was only being honest. It was safer not to trust him. No one could ever figure out what Nixon Grey was going to do next. He did some outrageous things and always left people guessing. It was his style, and it was that style that caused people to wonder what would be next. He wanted her to wonder what was going to be next all night long. Sucking in a breath as she elbowed them through the door, he stumbled out behind her, the alcohol in his system causing him to lose all grace for a second. Blinking in surprise because of the bright lights in the garage, he tried to regain his bearings, watching as she slipped and fell onto the hood of the next car. Fearing for her safety for a moment, he went after her, his hands enclosing around her hips to steady her. "Impatient, are we?" He questioned her wickedly, his eyebrows raising in question. He wanted her. He wanted her so badly. But not here. Not like this. This wasn't classy, and Nixon was all about class. But as he kissed her once more, he heard her steady plea. She needed something to satiate her, and what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't oblige? His hands left her waist for the moment, and one slowly, softly, touched her knee. The other snaked up her arm, touching her, teasing her, coming to a rest at the nape her neck, his fingers slipping into her hair to hold her head steady. His lips met hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue moving to meet hers sensually. The alcohol and the rush of the evening were turning him on more than he would have liked at the moment, but he knew how to control his passions. He knew that he was still in control of this situation even though she was not. They wouldn't be having sex here. He would take her home. But he would give her a preview. There was nothing wrong with that. His attention focused on his other hand now, his fingers gently massaging up her inner thigh, nearing ever closer to the area that so desperately needed attention. His lips moved from hers now, kissing along her jaw, ending near her ear. He slid his kisses down her neck once more, to across her collar bone, giving her just what she needed to satiate her for the time being. Breathless now, heady with the want developing deep inside of him, he tried his best to contain himself. "You need to come with me." He whispered, his words having so many meanings to them. His hand hesitated beneath her skirt for a moment before he slipped his fingers into her panties, pleasuring her until she released for him, his words soft and quiet in her ear. "Let go for me." He whispered, feeling the tension in her body even as he pleasured her. She would need to be completely relaxed later for what he had in store for her. Pulling his hand free, he used the handkerchief in his pocket to clean himself up, then took her hand with his other. Pulling her up from the hood of the car, he kissed her lips quickly once more, letting her know that they weren't finished yet. Keeping her hand in his firmly, he led her to his car, pulling his keys from his pocket. He might have been buzzed, but he could still handle the car. Pulling the door open for her, he held her hand as she slid into the front passenger seat, closing it behind her. Going to his side, he tried to hide the fact that he was aroused from what had just happened and revved the engine to life. Peeling out of the parking spot, he flicked the headlights on and shifted, taking them to a new speed as he squealed out of the garage. He glanced to her, smiling charmingly. "Not far from here, promise." And it wasn't far. He got them to his home in less then ten minutes, much to his pleasure and surprise. Pulling the car up to the gates, he punched in the code to allow them entry, then tore up the driveway, ending in his garage. Opening his door, he climbed out and went to her side, opening the door and reaching for her hand to help her out. In another instant they were inside, and he couldn't even wait. They had only made it to the living room, and he pinned her back up against the wall, his hands reaching for the clip in her hair, pulling it free. "You sure about this?" He was a gentleman, really. He would give her the chance to back out now if that was what she wanted. He would never force anything like this. His eyes were filled with desire, but he was patient for the time being. Holding onto the clip in his hand, he waited for her response, needing to be certain. 908 words, outfit :: HERE, sorry it sucks so much!

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She felt his hands go instantly to her hips as she slipped and fell onto the car hood. For the briefest of moments, she was caught off-guard by his gentlemanly gestures even when he was being a royal asshole the next. He was an enigma, two sides of the same coin and not just a man she could categorize into a pristine little white box. It infuriated her that she couldn't pinpoint who and what he was. However, she loved complicated and complex, whether she liked to admit it or not, so he fascinated her. Scout nodded with a smile as he asked her if she was impatient. What else could he expect? He was the king of tease, and while she hated him for it, it made her want him even more. She knew he wanted her, but she also sensed he wasn't in a rush. Her body felt hot and impatient, and her mind reeled from his nearness. She was done despising herself for wanting him, her mind was too far gone in her desire for this enigma of a man who was at her fingertips and yet miles outside of her grasp.

As his fingers touched her knee, her eyes were drawn to them, watching as his hand slid beneath her skirt. His other hand slid up her arm until it was laced into her blond hair, gently forcing her to look at him. The experience was all touching and feeling without seeing, and it thrilled her until heat rose in her chest. He kissed her then, and she didn't resist him. Her lips parted to welcome his tongue, and their mouths danced like two exotic partners. Her breath came rapidly as his free hand caressed her between her thighs, making her grow wet from his sensual touch. His lips left hers and moved along her jaw as her head tilted backward obediently, offering him full reign of her glistening skin. Fire lit her nerve endings, filling her with a dizzying headrush and she whined slightly in pleasure as he kissed along her collarbone before looking desirously down at her where she still perched on the car.

When he said she needed to come with him, she didn't question him, but stared boldly back at him, her eyes alight with passion she didn't bother to conceal. Her fingers slid up his arms, digging into his biceps as she shifted her weight slightly forward on the car, pushing herself against his hand that hesitated under her skirt. She didn't want to wait, but she would because she knew it would be worth it. However, he didn't want her to wait for the full show, and his hand obediently glided beneath her panties, making contact with the part of her that throbbed for his attention. Her head fell back as his fingers slid within her, wet from her body, and the only thing holding her upright was his hand against her back and in her hair. She felt the heat of his breath beside her ear before her mind could comprehend his words, and then she obeyed.

Scout cried out in pleasure as she crested on his fingers, and she gripped his shoulder for a moment to steady herself. That rush of common sense following an orgasm raced into her mind, and she sucked in a breath, frozen for a moment. Her body still reacted to his touch as he moved his hand, and she didn't notice as he withdrew his handerchief. She was insane. He was a criminal, most likely, and she was a detective. She'd come here on a mission, but instead had gotten herself entangled in her lusts. Never before, in work or outside, had she ever seen so instantly attracted to a man, and it both thrilled and worried her. Why was she so addicted to him? He was the underworld, and she was the law. This should not be happening.

The gentle touch of his hand in hers erased all cold thoughts of sense as she naturally slid off of the car, her body melding with his as he leaned over and kissed her. Common sense flew out the window when he did that, and she could only think about how badly she just wanted to feel the real him inside of her. His fingers weren't enough, his lips weren't enough. Fuck common sense. She had to have him.

Willingly following him as he guided her to his car, she was surprised yet again as he opened her door first and guided her into the seat with his gentle touch. One minute he was the pompous ass who thought he owned the world, and the next he was a romantic, holding her hand and opening the door for her. As she sat in the darkness of the cabin, alone for a brief minute, she drew her legs up beneath her as she watched him cross in front of the car, heading for his side. She smiled a private smile to herself as she watched his hand run down his waist, covering the fact that he was turned on by her. So his act was just that, a ploy to make her think she was the only one in this. But no, he wanted her too, and it wasn't just words. His body wanted her, and the thought gave her back a sense of accomplishment, a mild feeling of victory. This was a two-player game, and she was not losing even if he'd won the battle.

Nixon settled into his seat and revved the car, peeling out from the garage with the urgency of a man with a need, and he smiled brilliantly over at her, promising it wasn't far. "It better not be," she whispered, sliding easily across the seat until she was pressed up against him. The little prickling conscience voice in the back of her head harped at her in her mother's voice that she really should put a seat belt on, but she ignored it. One hand held her steady on the seat as he blasted his way through the city streets, leaving his own birthday party behind without a thought, and her free hand slid down his lower stomach, gliding over his waist and onto his crotch. She smiled as she felt his leg tense and hit the gas pedal harder, his dick rising pliantly in arousal.
Biting her bottom lip, she didn't relent teasing him as he focused on driving and managed to get them away from the party and into his residence in around ten minutes.

They were inside the complex quickly, and her police-trained brain tried to take in details, but she couldn't focus over the excitement rising in her throat. She knew better than to believe he'd take her back to his actual house anyway, especially since he openly didn't trust her, but anything she could retain could be helpful. Still, her rational mind couldn't think as he opened her door and pulled her out after him, whisking her inside and into the magnificent home. It was like some twisted romantic fantasy playing out of her mind as the door slammed behind them and she was instantly pinned against the wall in the living room. His hand was in her hair again, removing the clip which held her blond tresses into the messy flapper-style bun. The golden hair spilled out around her face, bouncing down over her shoulders like a golden waterfall, and her blue eyes gleamed in the light of the room, her want for him shining in her gaze. He waited for her response after asking her if she was sure, that unsettling gentlemanly side of him rearing its head again, and she swallowed heavily.

An easy smile spread over her lips, and her left hand gripped his shirt, pulling him strongly toward her so their lips and noses were millimeters apart as her right hand slid down his waist, gripping him beneath the belt and grinding her hips against him, only her hand between them and their clothes. "I'm a big girl; I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure," she whispered heatedly, moving her hand and undoing his belt swiftly. As his pants fell away from him, her arms encircled his neck, pulling his lips against hers in a crash of passion she would never recover from.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more He was plenty aroused now because of her actions during the car ride. He had nearly lost it because of her teasing, but he had managed to keep it together. Barely so. He hadn't wanted her to feel so victorious, but he had taken note of that smug little grin on her gorgeous features. She knew that she had him in that car and he cursed himself for it. Never before had a woman had such an affect on him. Sure, they turned him on, but not in this fashion. He was desperate for her now, desperate for her touch, desperate for her lips, desperate to be inside of her. He wanted to pleasure her in every way that he possibly could, and from that pleasure, he knew that she would satiate his need, his hunger for her. He couldn't get enough of Scout and he would be damned if he let her discover that this early in the game. Because right now, this was all a game, right? They were trying to see who could win, who could come out on top. And he was not going to let her lead this race. She was going to succumb to everything that he asked of her. He could read it in her expression, he could see it in her eyes. That defiance was still there, but he saw that as soon as he touched her, she lost that fight. She couldn't help herself. She wanted him, and for that, he couldn't blame her. Taking a deep breath as he held her against the wall to his living room, he wondered if she knew that this wasn't his home. It was simply one of the many properties that he held the deed to across Boston. He was a billionaire, and his profit was only growing. He could afford the townhouse easily. And it was the perfect place to bring his suitors. Smiling at that thought, he watched her carefully, wanting to know exactly what she was feeling, exactly what she was thinking. She was so difficult to read, except for when he touched her. If he wanted to understand her, he simply needed to touch her. He could do that. He could do that easily. But at the moment, he needed pure honesty. he didn't want her to agree to be here just because she couldn't get enough of his touch. He needed to know that she was clear headed enough to make this decision. He had been careful up to this point because he could not afford to soil his name with a rape lawsuit. He knew that some women tried it, but it never worked. He silenced them without much of a problem. That wasn't the kind of show that he ran and he only had sex with a women if she fully consented. If there was any hesitation, things would be over as quickly as they had begun. And while it would be extremely difficult to let go of Scout, he would if it meant she was more comfortable walking out. Call him a gentleman. It was at that moment that she grabbed his shirt, catching him off guard. Furrowing his brow for a moment, he stumbled forward, which was unlike him. Clumsiness was not his style and he had stumbled twice tonight because of her quick actions. He needed to be more aware of her. Standing only centimeters from her now, his lips twitched subtly with the urge to kiss her. His eyes traveled from her eyes down to her lips and before she made any movements, before she spoke, he ended up catching her lips with his, unable to help himself. His right hand moved expertly up from her waist, settling over her breast without a moment's hesitation. As her hand met his waist, his entire being tensed, his kiss breaking in that moment. When she grabbed him below the waist, an involuntarily gasp flitted across his lips and his eyes flashed with anger at his own weakness. He was ready and hard for her, which he was certain she now felt. She ground against him with her lithe body and he nearly lost it at that moment, nearly trembling from the desire that filled his very soul. He needed her. He wanted her. He had to have her. As she spoke up, he listened quietly, the smile working its way onto his features. "Touche. Just warning you, there's no backing out now." His words were meant to make her second guess, but of course he'd let her back out if she gave the word. He wasn't an animal. As she undid his belt and his pants, he stepped back slightly, lifting his arms, removing his groping hand from her breast, halting his movements to work her into a frenzy again. His pants fell from his slim waist, and he kicked off his shoes, stepping out of the grey slacks in another instant. He could hardly keep up with her as her arms encircled his neck to pull him in for a kiss, and he returned it passionately. His hands moved to her ass now, moving to embrace her thighs to pick her up. Using the wall as leverage and support, he wrapped her long legs around his waist, holding her steady as he kissed her. Smiling into it, he spoke, breaking the kiss. "Ready..." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. She was ready, he was ready. There was no turning back back. Letting her down easily, he took her hand, breaking their touch, knowing it would drive her crazy. He led her down the hallway, even dropping her hand to make her go even more insane from his lack of touch. He had already discovered what his touch did to her and he would use it fully to his advantage. He opened a door down the long hallway, revealing a simple, yet elegantly designed bedroom with a king sized bed in the middle of the room. Letting her in before closing the door, he stepped towards her, closing the distance but still not touching her. When he finally did touch her, it was to undo the zipper that held her dress around her. Once it was undid, he slipped it from her, not hesitating to push her back onto the bed once she was free from the garment. Leaving her in just her bra and panties, he leaned over her a bit, his lips touching her abdomen, traveling in sensuous kisses up to her breasts. Stopping around that area, he let his hand cover her breast, pushing her bra aside to fondle her easily, wanting her to become hot and bothered once more. His other hand pulled at her underwear, yanking it from her without much grace, not caring about that at the moment. His own boxers, his shirt, and her bra were the only things that stood between them now. But he wasn't ready to give her all of him yet. That was something she would need to work for. Grinning wickedly for a moment, he refocused his attention on her delicious body, his lips moving from her breasts, back down to her belly button. But he didn't stop there. He kept going, kissing her where she so desperately demanded his attention. And it was there that he stopped, his tongue moving to pleasure her in a way that his fingers had been able to do before. But this, this was different. This was going to drive her wild. He didn't stop, he didn't allow his tongue to cease its dancing until she begged for him to give her what she so desperately craved. 908 words, outfit :: HERE, sorry it sucks so much!

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[SCOUT ELAYNA GREY]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

This puzzle of a man bewildered and fascinated her as he was a total douche one minute and the ultimate gentleman the next. She'd half expected him to push her up against a wall and fuck her from behind the second they'd gotten into the house, but he did everything but. He pinned her there, but he honestly wanted to know that she wanted the same thing he did. As if her orgasm around his fingers hadn't been enough. Then she thought she figured out why he needed to know: he wanted the satisfaction of hearing her say she wanted him. Of knowing he'd been victorious. But his eyes betrayed him in the briefest moments, if you watched him closely enough, revealing a rare sort of sincerity that disarmed her. Just like his touch. When he touched her, she may as well be drugged and sedated for all the good her body could do to deny him.

She tried to keep herself in the game as her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him against her so her body ached to have him, and her mind burned to make him as wild about her as she was about him. He stumbled into her, his brow drawing down in the sign of irritation that he'd allowed himself to show any slight sign of weakness like losing his balance. Her lips parted, his breath hot on her lips as she looked up into his gray eyes, watching his lusty gaze move from hers down to her full lips like he wanted to eat them. He surprised her by a kiss, not a hard rough one like before, but an urgent wanting kiss that somehow blew her mind more than the ones before. He had just given away that he wanted to touch her as badly as she wanted to touch him, wanted her as much as she wanted him, even if he wanted to prolong this game. He didn't give much away, and it wasn't much of a clue into his inner psyche by any means, but it thrilled her anyway. His fingers brushed her side as his hand moved swiftly to cup her breast in his palm, and she reached for his waistline, making him gasp as she smiled satisfactorily. His gray eyes flashed with anger, but she didn't balk in that gaze as she heatedly told him she was ready. She could literally feel that he was ready for her, and she ground her hips against him to turn him on even more.

No backing out. She had no intentions of backing out. She'd crossed that threshold somewhere back at the nightclub, perhaps around the time she'd climaxed on the hood of a stranger's car. He obediently stepped out of his pants, losing his shoes, and then her arms were around his neck, suffocating in his kiss. His strong hands ran down her hips and hooked beneath her bottom, sliding her back along the wall as he lifted her and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. She sucked in a deep breath as she slid, her lips parting from his only long enough for her to come to a still with her body twined around his muscular torso. He held her easily, slightly above him now, and he smiled against her mouth, pulling back only enough to warn her it was time. Her heart leapt at the word, and she innately knew he needed no response.

When he lowered her to the floor and turned away, she almost growled audibly with frustration, but he took her hand and guided her across the room before she could object. As they crossed the room and entered the hallway, he released her hand, and she felt as if the power to her brain had been shut off. She frowned, knowing he was toying with her, and she decided it would be even if that was how he wanted it to be. She knew then that he knew the feel of his skin on hers drove her mad, even the smallest touch of his fingers or his lips, and she resolved herself not to be so debilitated by her lust for him. Two could play that game.

When they reached the room, he opened the door and allowed her to enter before him. She made sure not to brush him as she entered through the doorway, and she stood with her back to him as he closed the door behind them. A king-size bed bedecked the center of the room, but otherwise it was as simple as a hotel suite. The lighting was low and moody, perfect for the occasion and she briefly wondered how many strumpets he'd wooed in this very room. Her keen ears heard him step up behind her, and she sensed him only inches from her by the heat radiating off of his body, but he didn't touch her. She smiled to herself. He knew her weakness, and he was going to play it against her, but she couldn't allow that to happen. She would get her fix, but only after she made sure to toy with him in return.

Scout stood perfectly still, her eyes taking in the minute details of the room and trying to ignore the pounding in her head of anticipation for him to just make contact again. She refused to turn to look at him; she knew his eyes would make her surrender again, and she had to resist. When he finally touched her, it was the brushing of his knuckles on the back of her neck as he gripped the zipper of her dress and easily released its hold, the dress falling into a sparkling puddle of white fabric around her bare feet (she'd lost her shoes at some point, probably in the car for all she knew or cared). She turned her face to see him out of the corner of her eye then, slowly turning her body to face him, standing boldly before him in nothing but her lacy black bra and matching underwear. Her tan skin was accented in the moodily-lit room, and her eyes gleamed as she stared into his gray eyes.

Gently, he pushed her back on the bed, leaning toward her so she leaned away from him, still avoiding as much physical contact with him as possible. She wanted so badly to give in, to spread her legs and beg him to take her, but she wouldn't. She was too stubborn to allow him to know he'd succeeded so efficiently. Her butt hit the bed first, followed by her back, and she lay watching him intently as his body shifted, his lips caressing her stomach and sending sparks of fire through her. She bit her bottom lip as if she was in pain as he kissed up her belly, his mouth cresting over the outside of her bra and petting the round mounds of her breasts as her chest heaved with the lust welling up inside. One of his hands followed, his hot palm searing her as he pushed aside the black fabric and cupped her, her nipple hard from the play. Her nerves were ablaze, her body ravenous for more, and he knew it. He wanted her this way, and she couldn't resist. She gripped the comforter on the bed in her fists, her fingers digging into the fabric as his free hand slipped into her underwear, whisking it away like a dream.

She wanted him on top of her, inside of her, but he wouldn't furnish her with what she wanted. Forcing herself to watch his handsome face, she saw the mischievous grin cross his lips, and she wanted to slap him for making her show her desire for him. He was hovering over her, only touching her where he pleased, his lips moving from her chest and down her belly. Only then did she allow herself to look away, her head digging back into the bed as he crossed her stomach, his lips touching the outside of her. She sucked in a deep breath of shock and surprise when his hot tongue touched her, wickedly sending waves of rapture through her form. Writhing at the touch, she felt herself reaching that climax once more, and she struggled to restrain herself. Forcing cold thoughts into her mind, she used the strength in her thighs to stop him even as she almost bucked and gave in.

Gripping his shoulders, she pushed him back from that area she wanted attended to so urgently, and she grabbed the bottom of his shirt, allowing him to help her remove it over his head. Not caring where it fell on the floor, she pushed his hands away from her and slid off the bed, standing in front of him. Reaching around her back, she easily undid the clasp of her bra, slowly removing it one strap at the time until it fell to the floor at their feet. She smiled a small smile, placing her index finger beneath his chin, guiding him upward until he was standing at his full height. His boxers were still an obstacle, but not for long. When he was standing, she simply pushed them away, exposing all of him in the dim light, their bodies both ready and hungering for the other.

But she refused to give him what he wanted. Instead, she would give him a bit of his own medicine.

Turning, her hands gently touching his biceps as she admired his muscular arms, abs, and the other very delicious appendages on him, she turned them until his back was to the bed, and then she shoved him backward. Pleased that he was settled sufficiently, she slid her knee onto the bed between his legs, her hands sliding from his thighs up his belly, her stomach and chest gliding up his mid-section, teasing him with the feel of her hot skin against his most tender regions. She kissed his collarbone, trailing her mouth down his chest, kissing down the crest of his ab muscles until she reached his waist.

Sitting up, she slid her legs on either side of him, straddling his thighs where he could easily see her but could do nothing about it. Her hand grabbed him, vexing his passions and feeling him go even harder at her touch. Biting her bottom lip in a seductive smile, she hovered over him, the outside of their privates touching as she leaned down over his mouth, her hand still gripping him and preventing him from entering her. "Let go for me," she hissed hotly, wickedly using his own words against him as she petted him to ecstasy. He could have the rest of her, but she wasn't going to allow him to get away with whatever he wanted. There were two players in this game, and she wasn't about to let him forget that.

When he released, she smiled victoriously and slid off the bed, retrieving his shirt and unceremoniously tossing it at him so he could clean himself off. Still in her glorious nudity, she watched him with a smirk on her face as she slipped back onto the bed, drawing her knees up beneath her as she perched at his side. "Got any more fight in you?" she asked, taunting him, daring him to allow them both the real release they wanted. The sight of him, all of him in his full glory, made her want him more, and she didn't just want his tongue or his fingers this time. She had to have him in the only way that would satisfy her, but she knew he wasn't going to let her run the show. And, for once, she was placated by that. She wanted to see what sort of animal he really was.

WORDS 2034 TAGGED NIXON NOTES THIS IS SO PERFECT I BASICALLY CAN'T GO ON. I HAVE LOST THE ABILITY TO LIVE. *DEAD*

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[nixon mason grey]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more He had her. He had her exactly where he wanted her and as he felt her body tense because of his administrations, he nearly smiled with his victory. However, when he expected her release, it never came. Perplexed, he nearly pulled back, but she did it for him, her hands moving to his shoulders as she tightened herself so she wouldn't come for him. Furrowing his brow in slightly confusion for a moment, it was obvious that he thought something was wrong. The concern showed in his features, and his kinder side won over his passions and his lust for the moment. "Are you alright?" The worry was evident, and it was jarring, even for him. Never before had he worried over the well being of a young woman that he had brought home to this very room. It was something that he didn't understand, but for some reason he wanted to make certain that she was alright with this entire situation. He had been throwing her mixed signals all night long and he wondered if that right now, this was too much for her. Like it wasn't what she was expecting. However, she took him completely by surprise, bringing him to his feet by simply pressing her finger beneath his chin. His brow was still furrowed as he looked down at her, watching her with confusion in his eyes. Why had she stopped him? He knew that his touch, to her, was like a drug, something that she had shown she couldn't get enough of. So why in the world had she halted him? And then it hit him. His eyebrows drew up in surprise as he understood exactly what she was doing. She was playing him. She was taking his upper hand and she was using it as her own. What a sneaky little devil she was. Surprised, but happily so at her brave behavior, he allowed her to do what she wished for the time being. Before she had stood him up, she had stripped herself of her bra and he stood transfixed for the time being. He so desperately wanted to touch her, to reach out and brush his hands over her most sensitive areas. He could see her erect nipples and he wanted nothing more than to cover them with his lips, wanted nothing more than to be able to pleasure her in every way that he could. His body was tense with its desire for her and he felt like he couldn't hold himself together any longer. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled softly, not knowing what to expect from her. But she could run the show for a few moments. She deserved it after she had so expertly fooled him moments before. Watching her carefully, he felt more exposed than ever because of his lack of shirt, which was silly of him. He had never been self-conscious before. It had never been a personality trait that had flit across his mind. But right now, he found that he wanted to cover himself up. She was bare and naked for him to see, but for some reason he didn't want her to see all of him. He wouldn't let her see that though, for as she pulled his boxers free, he was finally fully exposed. He sucked in a breath as her hands ran to his biceps, feeling as if he wasn't good enough suddenly. And this was the puzzle that was Nixon Grey. He could put on a show, he could put on a mask of confidence. But it was just that. It was just a mask. While he did have confidence in his ability to work and commit the crime that gathered him his fortune, his confidence in himself when it came to interacting with people, especially on an intimate level like this, went out the window. He always showed his female partner a good time, and always left them wanting to come back, but it took a lot of encouragement from his end for himself. Sighing now, the rather shattered young man watched Scout with a broken expression on his face. For a moment his guard down. For a moment, she could see the real him, and it was because of the passion of the moment. He had lost his walls, he had lost his mask and it was simply because he didn't understand what she was making him feel, he couldn't fathom why she was making him want her so badly. Never before had he craved the touch of a young woman. Never before had he ever wanted to pleasure a woman in this fashion, with this sense of urgency before. She was different and it threw him. Blinking away the most sincere emotion she would ever see from him, he regained his composure, standing steady as she made her advances. Her hands traveled the length of his body, skipping easily over his upright appendage that was radiating heat. Stifling the urge to groan from her teasing fingers, he was yet again surprised as she turned them and suddenly pushed him roughly back onto the bed. He fell with grace, looking up at her with want and lust in his eyes. He just hadn't been expecting that. Regaining his composure for the upteenth time that evening, he watched as she approached him with bated breath. Propping himself up on his elbows so that he could watch what she was doing, his breath came in quick, short gasps as she worked her magic with her lips, covering the contours of his body as he had covered hers. Closing his eyes, he finally laid back onto the bed, unaware of what she was doing at the moment. When she straddled his thighs, his eyes flew open, feeling her hands rest on the appendage that most desired her attention, her touch. As she teased him wickedly, he could feel himself harden in her touch, his stomach muscles clenching with the release that his body so desperately needed, that is so desperately required. A stifled groan left his lips as her area hovered over him. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, he could almost feel himself slipping into her wet walls, but that relief never came. She leaned forward now, her body pressing against his most sensitive areas as he fought to control his breathing, as he fought to control his release. His grey eyes, darkened to black with his lust, flew open as he heard the words that he had previously uttered to her while he had her on the hood of that car. And then he couldn't take much more. His entire body tensed, going rigid as she continued to stroke him, his orgasm coming fast and hard as she gave him no relief. "Oh, fuck, fuck." He muttered wildly as she succeeded with her victory, leaving him breathless and still on the bed after his release. He had needed that. It had been building up inside of him since the hood of that car and he felt clear headed for the first time since that moment. As she tossed his shirt to him, he cleaned himself off, moving to sit up as she came back to the bed, kneeling beside him. Hearing her tempting words, Nixon flashed his gaze to her, noting the challenge in her tone. Smiling wickedly now, she had no idea the fight that he still had left within him. If she thought that her little act had gotten her the upper hand, she was severely mistake. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, love." He spoke, his British accent deepening his words. In another instant, he was over her, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed. One of his knees was between her legs, the other perched on the outside of her thigh. His grey eyes searched hers for a moment and he spoke up, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to make you scream." He said heatedly, passionately. She wanted a game, and she'd get one. In another instant, he moved himself so that he was hanging directly over her, his dick hovering over her entrance. And he gave her no warning. He knew that she was wet enough, and he also knew that his roughness would hurt her at first. But once they settled into the rhythm it would be the most amazing sex that either had ever had. And without another moment's hesitation, he plunged into her, the grunt leaving his lips as he provided them with what they so desperately needed and desired. He rode her fast and hard, plunging deeper and deeper with each stroke that he took. His hands continued pinning her wrists, giving her nothing to grab onto, giving her nothing to help her stop her oncoming release. She wouldn't have it so easy this time. He wouldn't allow her to escape him for a second time. So he continued pounding into her, hard and fast, feeling her match him stroke for stroke, knowing that soon, they would both release together. 908 words, outfit :: HERE, sorry it sucks so much!

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