Chapter 1 Crossing the line

She never had spent the whole night with client. The program was simple – sex, cash and she were free to go. Not this night and not with this client. Things here were different.

She woke up in bed that it was not hers. The man beside her was not her boyfriend. He lay on his stomach with his head buried under the pillows. She could see only his nape and his bare well formed back.

Claire frowned. There was really something in him, reminding her of… She shook her head. She could not think about him. Not now. Not ever. He had forbidden for her. He was something that she could not have.

Claire saw the money left on the nightstand and sat on the bed with legs touching the floor. She was with her back turned to him. Claire just buttoned her bra when she felt his eyes on her. She did not turn back

'You are here?' He whispered huskily.

Claire shrugged and just said.

'Yes.' She took the money and turned back. Then her eyes widened and she literally froze. 'Peter!' This was not any other Peter. This was her Peter. This was her…

'Claire?' he said aloud with eyes gazing her face.

'Oh God!' Her knees betrayed her and she fell on the bed. 'How this happened? With all men in the world… Why you? Why?'

'Damn you, Claire! What the Hell are you doing?' Peter sat on the bed with sheets wrapped over his legs up to his hips.

'This is not of your business!' She snapped and got off the bed again fully dressed. 'I've got to get out of here! Let's pretend that this never happened!'

'Wait!' He grabbed her just before she could reach the door. She yelped from surprise. He was strong and she just forgot about that.

'Let go of me, Peter!' Claire hissed, but avoided his eyes. 'Let go of me!'

'You don't know how long I was looking for you!' He said clenching her wrists.

'I don't care!' She snapped and tried to get free.

'Damn it Claire! Stop fighting! You know that you can't beat me!' Peter hissed in her ear. The closeness of his body was like opium for her senses. Claire swallowed hard and tried to ignore his sent. Tried to ignore the exhilarate feeling of his bare body just in front of her. She bit her lip, fighting for her will to grab his shoulders and pulled him closer.

'Fuck you!' She said instead.

'Just did that!' He said ironically and Claire shot him one quick look. He gazed at her with narrowed eyes.

'What do you want from me? I left! I'm no longer threat for your family!'

'Nobody asked you to leave Claire!'

'I had to go! They lied to me!'

'They lied to me too! You don't have any idea…'

'Fuck, I am!' She breathed harshly and looked into his eyes. His hands still wrapped her wrists. His eyes still buried her skin. She wanted him, damn it! She wanted him and she was ready. Only one look and she was already wet. That made her even furious.

'Why are you doing this, Claire?'

'This is not of your business!' She snapped once again.

'Damn you!' Peter slammed her body on the wall and pinned her hands on her both sides. 'Tell me!' He hissed and leaned closer. 'Tell me now!'

'No!' Claire breathed heavily. She looked at him. His face almost covered hers.

'Why?'

'No!'

'Why?'

'I said… no!'

'You are sick!' his lips touched hers. She did not pull back and he mumbled. 'You are sick…' His moth crashed over hers. '… as me!' He finished and his tongue slipped in her mouth. Claire let him. She let him touch her. She was like puppet in his hands.

'Tell me!' He said close to her ear. Her hands were free, but she buried them in his hair. 'Is that what you want Claire?' Peter clenched her waist. His tongue skimmed over her earlobe. 'You want me… make you?'

'No!' She hissed and Peter touched her neck with his hungry lips. He bit one very sensitive spot and Claire arched her back. 'Oh… God!'

'Tell… me…' His hands ripped off her thin dress with just one move.

'I won't!'

'I'll make you!'

'You can't!'

Her bra and panties followed her dress on the floor and she was completely naked under his look. He took her in his arms and threw her back on his bed hovered over her body.

'I'll make you!' His voice was throaty. His hands were everywhere. His lips touched her belly and moved down.

'You can't!' she arched her back when he found her soft spot with his finger. 'You… oh.. don't stop!'

'You sure…' he pulled in another finger and Claire was sure that she was going crazy. 'You are so… wet… and ready…'

'Fuck you!' She spat the words and squeezed the sheets in her fists.

'Soon…' He said and kissed her hungry mouth again, muffling her groans. When he added third finger in the game Claire's body literally jumped in his hands.

'Oh… shit!' she moaned in his mouth just before felt him inside of her. 'Peter!' She grabbed his hair. 'I can't…'

'Tell me!' He demanded and thrust once.

'God… no!' she hissed and pulled him closer.

'Tell … me!' he thrust twice.

'I…' Claire grabbed his shoulders thinking that she was going crazy. Her legs wrapped over his thin waist, trying to pull him closer.

'Tell me… Claire!' His next thrust made her believe that she would not win this game. She could not.

'Ok… damn it!' She pulled his head close to hers and kissed him hungrily. 'You… I wanted… you!'

'I said… I make you…' Her mouth muffled his words. His movements increased and soon she experienced her next orgasm in his hands. He followed her and fell over her with one last move.

They both were sweat and their bodies rested completely naked on the bed.

'I… think… we just… cross the line!' Peter said and wrapped her in his arms. Claire did not say a word. She had not strength for that. Maybe later…