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  Pleasure Extraordinaire: Part 2

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  LIV BENNETT

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  ZANE (Pleasure Extraordinaire: Part 2)

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  Copyright © 2015 by Liv Bennett

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  When he least expects it, Zane Hawkins is back on the tabloid covers with the news of his name getting caught up in a sordid sex scandal. Although, scandals aren't rare occurrences in the Hollywood mogul's world, this one has the power to ruin his business and personal life.

  Can he convince the public of his innocence and salvage his reputation to have his company remain in the game? No matter how he handles it, though, whether he'll actually live up to the expectations and be worthy of his new girlfriend’s loyalty and commitment remains to be seen.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CH 1 - Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

  CH 2 - The Dread

  CH 3 - JULIE

  CH 4 - JULIE

  CH 5 - The Wrong Ring

  CH 6 - JULIE

  CH 7 - Old Flame

  CH 8 - JULIE

  CH 9 - The Real Scandal

  CH 10 - The Payoff

  CH 11 – The Breakup

  CH 12 - The Temptation

  CH 13 - The Loss

  CH 14 - The Lover Gone

  CH 15 - The Goodbye

  CH 16 - The Miracle

  CH 17 - The Urgent Need

  CH 18 - The Father

  CH 19 - JULIE

  CH 20 - The Meeting

  CH 21 - The Preparation

  CH 22 - The Disappointment

  CH 23 - The Embarrassing Uncle

  CH 24 - The First Time

  CH 25 - JULIE

  CH 26 - JULIE

  CH 27 - JULIE

  CH 28 - JULIE

  CH 29 - JULIE

  CH 30 - JULIE

  EPILOGUE

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  CH 1

  CH 2

  About the Author

  CH 1 - Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

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  Six months later

  Michael grabs my little sister by the arm and shakes her violently. Chloe shrieks in fear. Her small body jerks to get herself free, her big brown eyes shooting at me with pleas to rescue her from the unforgiving hands of the man that’s supposed to be our father.

  I rush to Michael and punch him in the back to make him stop hurting my little sister. Unmoved by my attempt, he shoves Chloe onto the couch and slaps her hard. Chloe’s hands reach for her crimson-red cheeks while tears run down freely.

  What does he want from her? She’s so little, so weak, she’ll break easily. Why does he want to ruin her?

  The louder Chloe’s sobs get, the angrier Michael becomes. Just when he lifts his hand for a second slap, I launch my body forward and crush him hard. Despite the pain coursing through my own torso, my push doesn’t even distract him enough to turn his attention to me, and his hand lands on Chloe’s other cheek.

  Blood starts running from her nose and her eyes roll back in their sockets. The next second, she loses consciousness and her limp body sprawls lifelessly across the couch.

  “Zane,” a soft voice interrupts the violent sight. “I know you’re not sleeping.” A small hand travels over my chest down to my crotch.

  My heart is racing from the distant memory that’s been destroying my sleep for the last two weeks. Michael is dead, I remind myself. He can’t hurt anyone anymore—not Chloe, not Julie, not a single person. Life is good. I’m running one of the biggest network channels of the nation. I’m healthy and brimming with energy. I’ve got the girl of my dreams hot and ready for me more often than I would think possible for a woman, matching my own hunger. I shouldn’t let the past interfere with my present.

  Speaking of the perfect girl, Scarlet’s giggles turn naughtier by the second as she presses her naked little body against the side of my torso under the covers. Throwing a leg over my stomach, she rubs her wet pussy against my hip. Holy frigging heavens.

  We fucked twice before going to bed. She woke me up in the middle of the night, begging me to make her come again and I resumed my place between her legs to take her to pound town once again. Still, she’s hungry for my cock as if the three rounds of sex within the last eight hours hadn’t taken place.

  Her lips brush against my cheek, my jaw, the corner of my lips; her teeth close around my earlobe, grazing over it with a slight bite. “Wake up,” she purrs into my ear, her voice layered with seduction.

  Blood rushes down to my crotch and my cock thickens automatically. My hands tense with the desire to grab her and get her under me. My entire body is ready to fuck her senseless once again. The tempting pleas rolling out of this very sensual woman are intoxicating. Her musical voice chases away my gloomy mood and pushes the disturbing memories deeper into the recesses of my mind. I keep my eyes closed and continue lying still on the bed to enjoy her begging for a little longer.

  Her mouth moves down. She begins to gently lick my neck, her lips suckling the thin skin for perhaps the hundredth time. My neck and shoulders are covered in hickeys, her peculiar way to mark me as hers. Not that any woman will shy away from those love marks, but she doesn’t need to know that. She licks and sucks me until my reason dissolves into thin air, and I snap my eyes open and swoop her nude body under me in one smooth move.

  She trembles, her breath quickening. I hover over her and keep my body above hers without touching her. She arches her back, raising her chest in an effort to rub her skin against mine, her nipples hard and pointing at me. Her irises dilated, she gazes at me in anticipation. Her tongue runs along her bottom lip. Jesus!

  I nudge forward and lower my head a little, our lips close, but not touching. Desire thickens the air in the room. My mind turns dizzy at the sight of the sexual desperation blooming right before my eyes. She’s shaking, and soft moans escape her plump, red lips one after another. It’s not enough, though. I want her to surrender to me completely and her body to come close to reaching a climax without my touch.

  “Zane,” she begs, a silent whisper, her eyes glassy with craving. She’s familiar with my game, which is why, rather than lifting her hands to reach up to me, she grabs the bed sheet beneath her slim body.

  I run my eyes down the sensual curves of her body laid out beneath me. When my gaze lingers over her light-pink nipples, she moves her hands over them and starts playing with them to tease me. Chuckling, I let my eyes travel down the firm contours of her stomach and the smooth surface of her pelvis.

  Her legs cross in an attempt to satiate the gush of desire in her pussy, even if it’s a momentary relief. She wiggles her waist and hips like a snake, her desire infiltrating my every thought.
r />   I move up a little until my cock, thick and heavy, brushes over her waxed mound. Her young body comes alive as if a secret switch has been turned on. Her legs become loose as a response and she pushes her thighs apart to allow my cock to feel her swollen flesh. Her pussy glisters and swells as I adjust my hips so the tip of my cock is brushing her clitoris.

  Her lips part with a loud moan, and she moves her hips up and down to glide her pussy lips along my cock. So eager. So ready for me.

  We stopped using condoms only a month ago. She went on the pill, and I dismissed all my other lovers from my life. Since then, goodbye latex, and hello her pussy juices showering my cock.

  There’s something about connecting with a woman at the most primal level without any superficial barrier in between. Transferring all my energy and life substance into the trembling body of the woman I care about, leaving the material world behind together and getting lost in another plane of existence… Now that’s something I can easily get addicted to.

  My entire being demands to experience the holy union again. But not without tasting the pink swell of her beautiful lips. Dipping my head, I brush my lips against hers. Instantly her mouth opens and her hands lock around my neck to pull me down. Our bodies crush against each other as our kiss deepens, our breathing coming quicker. Her hunger competes with mine, her obvious craving intensifying my own need.

  Her body battles with mine to take control. She pushes me down on the bed, rolling me against my back, and moves on top of me. Her legs straddle me tightly while she rubs her pussy along my thick shaft. She pins my arms above my head and smashes her lips against mine. I let her enjoy the little power play she has going on above me for a little while.

  Her slim body flinches and she moans each time the tip of my cock teases her clit. Warm and slick, her pussy invites me in, and I’d be a fool to delay the heights of pleasure for longer. When she rides forward and covers the head of my cock between her pussy lips, I thrust my hips up and enter her without warning.

  Her pussy eagerly swallows me up, but she gasps, clearly surprised and a little mad for losing the control she thought she had. I push my hips higher to hit her depths. Her head falls on my chest, her shrill moan filling my ears.

  “Scarlet.” Poetic and alluring, her name comes out of my lips in a rush.

  “Zane.” Her response has an air of tenderness and affection in it. She lifts her head to look me in the eye, her soft gaze conveying all the warm emotions she must be feeling for me; admiration, attraction, desire, and perhaps the deepest of them all—love.

  She hasn’t said she loves me, although everything about her behavior speaks of her strong feelings for me. I’m certain she’s waiting for me to declare my love for her before admitting to her own emotions.

  Holding her hips, I slide in and out of the swollen folds of her pussy. Her breasts bounce up and down above me, their delightful sight leaving me breathless. Trembles take over her body way too soon, and her pussy begins pulsating around me. She throws her head back and groans in pleasure.

  A rush of emotions tightens my chest. I’ve never been this satisfied in my life. I could never let go of myself so easily. It’s her doing. She’s the most perfect thing I’ve had in my life. And she has me under her spell.

  This must be love, the flutters going wild in my stomach, the desire to give her the world, the easy comfort that comes with her. I must be in love with her. It’s only fair that I share this revelation with her.

  “Scarlet,” I yell despite my intentions to be tender with her, and she turns her head down to me. “Scarlet, baby.” Lifting a hand, I run my fingers through the thick strands of her lovely blonde hair and pull her down.

  She draws in a sharp breath of air. Her eyes search my face in surprise. Perhaps she’s sensed what’s coming.

  Holding my lips close to hers, I whisper into her mouth, “I love you. I’m in love with you, beautiful girl.” I punctuate my declaration with a deep kiss that has both of us gasping for breath.

  “I love you, too,” she whispers back when she can break free from my kisses.

  CH 2 - The Dread

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  “Zane. Enough with sleeping. Wake up. Julie is calling.” Scarlet’s voice pulls me back from yet another troublesome sleep, the tip of her hair tickling my chest.

  I open my eyes slightly to see her hovering over me with a naughty smile attached to her lips. She’s a bright ray of sunshine, her beauty dazzling and radiating.

  She pushes my cell phone into my hand. “This is the third time she’s called. It must be urgent.”

  Grunting out my frustration, I sit up, lean against the headboard, and place the phone against my ear. “Hello.”

  “Zane. Sorry to bother you on a Saturday,” Julie says.

  “Don’t worry. What’s up?”

  “Ahh, it’s probably nothing, but I just wanted to check something with you.” She clears her throat before continuing. “TMZ caught a private video of McKenzie Richmond talking about orgies she participated in last year. According to the rumors, a lot of celebrity names will be mentioned. The full video will be aired tonight. I just wanted to know if there’s any possibility that your name could come up in the video.”

  McKenzie Richmond? Levi Richmond’s daughter who made her own name with wild parties and sex scandals rather than the measly R&B albums she tried to hit the charts with? The girl I fucked at Pleasure Extraordinaire?

  Blood rushes to my face, anger and shock fuming inside me. Ace couldn’t have been reckless enough to let her use the brothel’s services without getting her sign a confidentiality agreement beforehand.

  “Uh. Can we talk about this later?” I request.

  “No, Zane. If you’re associated with her in any way, I should know now so I can take preventive actions.”

  “What exactly is the video about?” I ask to divert her attention.

  “Hold on. It’s on YouTube. I’m sending you the link.”

  “I’ll need a minute alone,” I tell Scarlet, who’s watching me with a curious expression.

  Jumping down from the bed, I leave the bedroom and hurry into my study to view the video in private. As soon as I close the door, I tap on the link on the screen of my phone and start watching the twenty-three second video footage of McKenzie talking to someone in a night club, recorded by, what seems to be, a secret camera. Subtitles help when her voice gets drowned out by the loud music and the people yelling around her.

  “My favorite combination is having three men only for me,” she slurs, obviously drunk. “Four is a bit too crowded to handle,” she laughs, her eyes glancing around for onlookers.

  “Yeah. Do I know anyone who had a foursome with you?” the girl McKenzie is talking to asks loud enough to turn heads of the nearby dancers.

  “Lots of them.” McKenzie flashes her teeth in a wide, drunken smile and suddenly the video is interrupted with the TMZ reporter announcing the time the full video will go viral.

  Shit! I’m in big trouble.

  McKenzie won’t spare my name. She has just reserved a one-way ticket for me to hell.

  My sexual appetite isn’t news for anyone who owns a TV set, but an orgy is as bad as cheating on a wife while she’s pregnant and can easily crush the little respect I’ve inspired among common people. Several professionals have lost their endorsements and popularity following a sex scandal. Despite the wild fame Frat House has garnered so far, the audience can be easily manipulated by the competition.

  I re-play the video, this time with anger and disgust at myself. Confidentiality agreement or not, how I could let myself inside of a crack whore whom half the town has fucked is beyond belief.

  My phone rings again and Julie’s name flashes on the screen. At least, I have her. She’ll know which buttons to push to stop the video from streaming. She’s better than any crises management outlets out there. If any politician figures out her special talent in spreading fear amongst media employees, they’d snap her out of my hands in a matter of hours.<
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  “So?” she asks. I can hear her impatience and disappointment, although she’d never reprimand me verbally.

  “Yeah, I had sex with her half a year ago,” I admit quickly.

  “In an orgy?”

  “It was a threesome with another man watching.” The least I can do is to spare her the disgusting details.

  “Oookay.” She pauses, breathing heavily into the phone. “I’ll call you back in half an hour. Don’t talk to anyone about it.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Zane?” she says when I’m about to disconnect. “I’ll take care of this. I promise.”

  “You’re a good friend.” She’s actually my best friend for not chastising me about it.

  I picture her smile, and that image helps calm my nerves. If there’s anyone who can handle the upcoming disaster, it’s Julie.

  Julie might be forgiving, but I have no idea how Scarlet will react to the news. As much as I’d prefer hiding it from her, she’s now an important part of my life and deserves to know my secrets even though the incident with McKenzie happened before I started dating her.

  I leave the study and head for the kitchen, where Scarlet is cooking lunch in one of my white t-shirts. Walking around the kitchen island, I stand behind her and run my hands down her hips. Yup, she’s completely naked beneath the t-shirt and not a bit ashamed of it. My girl!

  Giggling with a naughty moan, she pushes her hips against me, reminding me of my own nakedness. My cock stirs back to life when pressed with the firm curves of her ass, my mind distracted instantly from my mission.

  Who says I need to talk to her immediately? The news is horrible, yes; but still, it can wait. As long as she doesn’t turn on the TV or answer her phone, she has no way to hear about the news. Not to mention that the TMZ show won’t start before seven in the evening.

  Gripping the hem of the t-shirt, I start rolling it up and cover her breasts with my palms. They fit perfectly in my hands.

  “I assume you’re not hungry,” she says and turns toward me.