Chapter 1

"I seem to have misplaced my room key. May I get another?"

"That's no problem sir. Your name?"

"Zachery Morris," he said looking around the huge modern lobby of the hotel.

"Oh. Room 6251 right?" the young blonde receptionist whose name plate read Beth said with a smile. He nodded and she handed the card to him. "Can I help you with anything else?"

"No thank you miss. That's everythang. Have a good day," he said blue eyes twinkling as he walked away towards the bank of elevators. As he waited a pretty brown haired woman stood next to him. She was thin and waif like, reminding him of his previous girlfriend. She smiled timidly at him, a blush on her cheeks. Being an attractive man he smiled back, used to women paying attention to him. However, he wasn't interested. He hadn't been interested in anyone but one woman for a long time.

Stepping into the elevator, he could feel her eyes on him but he refused to turn around. He had no desire to. He heard then sounds of her digging through her purse and then writing something. When the car reached the 38th floor, she moved to exit the elevator, grabbing his hand as she did so and leaving something there. Once she was out of the car, she turned around and smiled, wiggling her fingers goodbye as the doors closed. He looked down in his hand and saw a business card. 'Lori Davies, Interior Designer, Charlotte NC.' Turning it around, he read a hand scrawled message. 'Call me if you want to explore the city together during your visit.'

He chuckled at her assumption that he was visiting the city, tearing the card into tiny pieces. When the car opened on the 62nd floor, he promptly deposited the bits of paper in the nearest trash can and continued on to room 6251. He took a deep breath before sliding the key into the slot, his heart pounding in his chest. He was going to see her again. Kiss her. Touch her.

Beep. Beep. The light turned green and he pushed open the door. Walking in he was blinded by the light pouring in through the floor to ceiling windows. He removed his shoes, jacket and tie before walking toward one. The view of Atlanta was magnificent; on such a clear day he was able to see far and wide, with not a cloud in the sky.

"Beautiful day isn't it Mr. Morris," a voice purred in his ear before taking the lobe into their mouth and sucking it. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her lips as they made their way down his neck. "Umm. You taste and look even better than the last time I saw you. I didn't think that was possible." Her arms wrapped around his torso before she began unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his body. She ran her hands over his strong chest and chiseled abdominals before settling them at his waist. He looked down to see her small hands quickly begin to undo his belt and unbutton his pants before slipping her hand inside and grabbing his rapidly hardening cock. He let out a small groan and she kissed his shoulder as she moved her hand over his stiff member. "Now this. This I remember," she cooed as she stroked him.

Without warning, he turned around, capturing her soft lips in a desperate kiss. Their lips and tongues battled as he gathered her in his arms and walked her backwards as she continued to stroke him. He removed her hands from him once her back hit the wall, holding them above his head with one of his large hands. Pulling away he slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the beautiful woman before him. She was dressed in a bright yellow matching bra and panty set. The bra pushed her already ample bust up, highlighting her cleavage, while two bright yellow bows sat on her slim but round hips, securing the panties around her frame. She was a golden goddess

"Like what you see?" she asked, biting her full lips in a knowing smirk. Instead of answering, he pressed his lips to hers once more, rubbing his strong callused hands over her smooth skin, grinding the evidence of his arousal against her belly. His lips left hers, as he started the trek southward. He used his teeth to pull down the cups of her bra, his rough tongue ghosting over her sensitive nipple on her breast as his hand kneaded the other. "Ummm. That feels so good," she breathed out, running her hands through his wavy hair as he switched to the opposite breast.

After giving each of her breast the attention they deserved, he moved down to his knees, continuing to kiss over her taut stomach, stopping to twirl his tongue in her belly button, making her laugh before he lowered his kisses along her panty line. He twirled one on the bows in his fingers as he gazed up at her with lust filled cerulean eyes. "May I?" he asked in a husky murmur.

"You may indeed." And with that he used both hands to pull at the strings holding her panties together. As the scant, bright yellow material floated to the floor, her arousal permeated his nostrils and he closed he eyes as he took a deep breath. Upon opening them, he was faced with her womanhood, her wetness leaking down her thighs.

He pulled her legs apart, setting one on his shoulder before reaching out to touch her core with his tongue gently. "Delicious," he whispered before diving in full force. He lapped at her as if she were a melting ice cream cone on a hot summers day.

"Oh God baby! Right there!" his goddess moaned as she rolled her hips, wanting his mouth everywhere on her at once. She threaded her fingers in his curls as he slipped a thick digit into her, his mouth kissing her folds. " Yes baby! That feels so good," she cried as he added another finger and his tongue found her clit. He moved his fingers in and out of her rapidly as his tongue moved faster over her aching, stiff clit. He opened his eyes, looking up to see her chest heaving, her eyes shut in pure bliss. He chose this moment to pull away, removing his fingers and standing up. He wiped his chin as she opened her eyes, gazing at him with mixture of lust, frustration and confusion.

" Rick? What..what's wrong?" she asked in a breathy voice.

"I thought I was Mr. Morris?"

"What?" she said, confusion on her face.

He pulled his thick cock out of his pants, still staring at her as he stroked himself and his bottoms pooled around his feet. "You called me Rick but you registered me under Zackery Morris." He placed his hands on her ample rear and she wrapped her legs around him as he picked her up. "Well, now Mr. Morris is going to fuck the shit out of you," he told her as he pushed his long, thick member into her pulsating heat. "FUUCCCKKK!" he gasped at the feeling of being sheathed inside her.

"God damn! Baby your cock is so good," she cried as he moved in and out of her. "So big, so thick, so deep." His mouth found hers, tongues dueling as they shared a deep, long, passionate kiss. Rick began to grind deeper into her with a slight rotation of his hips until he hit her g-spot and clit at the same time, causing her to tear her lips away from the kiss. Her nails scratched down his back as he felt her walls begin to spasm around him. "Fuck me Rick! FUCK ME!"

He pounded into her with deep, powerful thrust, her back hitting with wall with a thud each time he drove into her. Rick felt her legs shaking around him indicating how close she was to losing it. "Cum for me baby. I need to you to come on my cock," he grunted out, his warm breath hitting her ear and neck. Her pussy held him like an ever tightening velvet glove before she shattered around him, coating his cock in her essence. "Riickk" she moaned as she fell apart in his arms.

Her continued vaginal spasms pulled his own release from him, causing him to buck powerfully into his lover, her head knocking against the wall. He felt himself swell as stream after stream of cum was sucked out of him into her warm, waiting canal. "GOD DAMN IT" he panted out, his body still jerking with release as he nestled his damp head in the crook of her sweaty neck as she stroked his back. When they both stopped shaking he lowered her legs back down and opened his eyes. Her chocolate orbs were staring back at him. "Hi," he whispered, his cheeks flushed red after their tryst.

"Hi," she whispered back with a soft smile, running her fingers through the damp curls that rested at the base of his neck, before pulling his luscious pink lips into a kiss.

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Rick was awoken by the sound of water running and then gargling. He slowly cracked open an eye a to see the light pouring out of the bathroom. He saw her walk back to the sink and spit out the mouthwash. She was once again dressed in her matching yellow bra and panty set but her hair was now pulled up into a bun.

Ring ring ring.

She ran out of the bedroom, in the direction of the noise. "Hello?" he heard her say. "Hey baby! I'm sorry I forgot about lunch but I had an important meeting that I couldn't blow off. "

She walked back into the bedroom now in her pants and buttoning up her black chefs coat before sitting on the edge of the bed. He could hear the deep sounds of a man's voice coming through the phone and let out a frustrated sigh. Taking her thumb, she began to trace it along his pink pouty lips in the way she knew he loved, causing him to close his eyes. "Yeah. Well, we're supposed to be super busy for dinner. The owner of the Falcons is supposed to be coming in tonight as well as the mayor….I know…I know…I will be home late…Me too. Bye Jordan."

"Busy night tonight?" he asked her, grabbing her hand in his and kissing it, eyes still closed.

"What else is new?" she said leaning down to capture his lips in a sensual kiss. Pulling away she rubbed his five o'clock shadow with the palm of her hand. Finally he opened his eyes and brown met blue, transfixing them as they stared at each other. "I'm going to be late," she whispered as the sexual tension in room increased. All Rick wanted to do was pull her back into bed with him and make love to her for the rest of the day. However, he knew she would never allow it so he released her hand after giving it a final kiss. She stood up, grabbed her keys from the nightstand and walked towards the bedroom door. "Stay as long as you want. Order room service. It's taken care of. I'll call you." She turned around to blow him a kiss before running through the living room and out of the door.

"Bye Michonne," he called after her as the door slammed shut behind her.

Rick sat up and looked at the time on the alarm clock. 1:45. He had time to go back to work if he wanted to but he didn't feel like it. Leaning against the headboard he looked at the empty spot Michoone had just vacated. He picked up her pillow, breathing in her familiar smell that called to him and closed his eyes again. He didn't know how much longer he could do this.

Michonne Anthony was the owner of the hottest, most celebrated restaurant in Atlanta. She'd been all over the food network, a guest judge on Top Chef and was rumored to be on the next season of Dancing With The Stars. She was beautiful, smart, and charming. Michonne was everything that he'd ever wanted and dreamed of. And Rick Grimes was head over heals in love with her.

Unfortunately, she was also married.