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Warning: This chapter contains sexual imagery!

The only light that shined into the large room was from the full moon outside; the balcony windows were wide open letting the cool Georgia night air blow into the warm room, and over the bodies that lay in the bed. Large, rough, calloused hands ran down a soft neck and down to two large bare breasts. Index fingers flicked the semi-budded nipples. As soon as those fingers flicked the rosy buds for the third time they seemed to come to life and harden like a rock.

"Mm! Please… Don't tease me." The woman's voice echoed through the large room and out the window into the cool night air.

"Shhh…" The man on top the woman whispered harshly into her ear.

That didn't help her case; her long blond hair was fanned out under her giving her a beautiful look about her. Lacey… how the hell did you get into this? Her mind was yelling at her. Truth was Lacey didn't even know how she'd gotten into this mess. A mystery man cloaked in the darkness of her room on top her now licking down her neck heading south for her mountains that were her breasts.

Oh… His tongue… He was skilled with that muscle of his; his thick pink muscle flexing and moving down her neck; leaving a trail of wet saliva in its wake. Suddenly he stopped right before her breasts, on her chest; making slow lazy circles with his tongue as to tease her more. This was driving Lacey up the wall!

"Please!" She begged digging her freshly manicured fingers farther into the white sheets that were under them.

"Hush!" The stranger hissed once again; moving up to her face flicking his tongue out to make her lips wet.

Lacey kept racking her brain, trying to remember who this man was! Where in god's name has she met him? Clearly she was in her room at her house. So, she had to have taken him home… Right? The last thing she remembered was… She was in the gallery with Diane talking about the upcoming art gallery later that week. Then things went blank!

Dammit… Lace… Please don't tell me you have gotten yourself drugged! And you took this man willingly back to your apartment to rape you! She could hear Diane begging her and scolding at the same time in her head. She didn't know how to answer, cause she didn't know! But… It was strange; she couldn't push the stranger off her… She wanted him to keep going, she wanted him to… dare she say it? Fuck her!

She wanted him to take her NOW, this was wrong… but, it felt right for some strange reason. A sudden gasp escaped her lips, her eyes shot down to where the mystery man was. His wet muscle was now licking her pink hardened nipples. Lacey's eyes closed tightly, a moan building in the pit of her throat, while her back flew up making her breast ram into his open mouth.

He took this as a chance to nibble on her nipple, and suck on it rather hard. It felt so good, she didn't want this to end so she grabbed his hands and pushed them down between her leg.

"OH! PLEASE!" her moan had become a scream of pleasure.

"Darl'n, please shut up! Ya' voice is carrying." the mystery man growled harshly against her nipple he'd been sucking and biting on. His large hands had grabbed on her shoulders pushing her down rather roughly.

This caused Lacey's blue eyes to fly open and look at the mystery man, for the first time she was starting to see the man better. His voice, she knew that southern, deep, and husky voice; that sexy voice that brought strange goose bumps to appear all over her arms. She could see him clearly… That thick dark head of hair that was on top his head, those dark coal colored eyes that seemed to look into her soul, this large muscular arms that she yearned to feel in her hands…

"Shane…?" She whispered breathlessly and utterly shocked.

When the hell had Shane came into her house with her? And, why the hell was he on top her, pleasing her none the less!? Better yet why the hell was she allowing this to happen?! She'd only met the man today, right?

"Ya' need to be quiet Lace." Shane growled, in this low sexual voice as he bit a little too hard on her nipple.

This action caused Lacey to gasp in pain and her eyes to fly open.

Shane was no longer on top her, he wasn't even in the bed with her? She was safely under her blankets, laying on her stomach, one of her many fluffy pillows was placed between her legs, causing her ass to be pushed up in the air, her head berried into her many other pillows that were at the head of her bed, while one of her hands had a firm hold on one of her large breasts. Lacey turned her head to look at the alarm clock that was setting on her night stand.

"7 A.M." She muttered slowly pulling the pillow out from between her legs laying it on top the blankets then carefully flipped to her back, her left arm falling over her forehead as she stared up at the roof.

"It was only a fucking dream…" She muttered her warmth between her legs throbbing and aching; she wouldn't slip her hand into her underwear! No! She had more class than to feel around her underwear to see there were any juices on them.

Shane would be picking her up later, at about 12 P.M. to go pick up her Jeep. Last night Shane had to take her home after picking her up from the gallery. She got off later than she thought since the movers that were moving her paintings were complete idiots. She had to fix their mistake, then she and Diane had to literally stand there and babysit the men to make sure they did their job right. Shane was a gentleman and waited for her, then took her home; promising to take her to pick her Jeep up today.

Now she had five hours to waste, until he came to pick her up, and she could tell sleeping was out of the question now. Thanks to that perverted dream that she'd just had. Lacey was actually scared to fall back asleep; scared that she would pick-up where she left off on that dream. Combing her fingers through her blond curls Lacey whipped the blankets off her body, sitting up in bed she started rubbing her temples.

Lacey went to the bathroom doing her morning things, such as relieving her bladder, taking a shower, doing her hair; just the normal everyday things. After all that was done she checked her clock, it read that an hour and a half had passed; now it was '8:30 A.M.' She still had 3 and a half hours to waste until Shane came to pick her up. So, now it was time to take care of breakfast; heading down to the kitchen Lacey turned on her T.V. the morning news was on while she kept an ear out on the T.V. she started to cook her breakfast. It wasn't anything fancy just some French toast, and bacon.

By the time she was done fixing her breakfast about thirty minutes had passed and it was 9 A.M. Turning her T.V. to one of the shows that her DVR had recorded last night, Lacey sat at the dining table eating her breakfast and sipping her coffee while watching T.V. Once she was done eating it was about 9:20 A.M. taking her dishes to the dishwasher she loaded it up and started it letting the dishes wash.

"Time to do my make-up and brush my teeth." Lacey yawned walking back upstairs to her room.

First she brushed her teeth, then she started doing her make-up; Lacey took her time on her make-up like she did every day, she didn't want to make herself look like a clown. But, she also didn't put a lot of make-up on only a little foundation, some eye-shadow, a bit of eyeliner, and some lip-gloss. When she went to work she put more on since she had to look her 'best'. Twenty more minutes had passed, making it 9:40 A.M. time just wasn't passing by fast enough.

Once she'd finished her morning things she headed down stairs making sure she had her purse ready, and boots at the door. She'd gotten dressed after she'd taken a shower, just a simple pair of jeans, and a short sleeve shirt. Plopping down on the couch she watched T.V. until her cell phone went off. Grabbing her cell phone that was on the side table beside the couch she touched the screen sliding the green 'talk' circle then placed it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Lovelace, it's Diane." Diane answered on the other end.

The only time Diane called Lacey 'Lovelace' was when it was business involved. You see, Lacey was also known as 'Lovelace' in art community. Like a lot of popular artists throughout history she didn't go by her birth name. So, the question was what was wrong? Why was Diane calling her at… She glanced over at the clock, 11:20 A.M.

"What's wrong Diane?" Lacey asked leaning back on the couch.

"When can you be at the gallery?" Diane was getting straight to the point. But, she wasn't telling her what was wrong.

'Oh lord, what was wrong?' Lacey started to worry combing her fingers through her blond curls.

"Well, my ride is supposed to pick me up at 12 to go get my Jeep. So… hopefully around 12:30 1ish. "Why Diane?"

"Alright, see you when you get here."

Click. The line went dead and her phone beeped going back to the main screen. Diane was worrying Lacey now. She wouldn't tell her if something was wrong of not. Now Lacey would be worrying until she got to the gallery.

'Dammit, Diane!' she cursed inside her head trying to relax and take her mind off it all for another forty minutes until Shane picked her up. That was easier said than done, though.

Her attention went back to the T.V. she went back to watching Rachel Ray on Food Network. Lacey enjoyed watching shows on the Food Network, and Cooking Channel; her mind kept going back to Diane and her call. What the hell was wrong?! Half an hour was going to take forever!

Slowly time ticked away and half an hour had finally passed, Lacey decided to put her boots on and wait for Shane when the clock turned 11:55, that way she would only need to worry about grabbing her sweater and purse. The clock turned 11:58 and Lacey heard a honk coming from outside. Jumping to her feet she grabbed her sweater slinging it on, grabbed her keys off the counter and her purse, locking the door she left the house. Stepping onto her porch she saw Shane sitting in his car, she walked to his car and slid into the passenger seat.

"Hi." Shane shot her a grin, making her stomach do a flip flop.

"Hey… You clean up nice." She commented looking him over, he was dressed in a pair of cargo pants, and a button up shirt, his shirt complemented his muscles, so well.

Shane's grin only got wider. "Thanks." He placed the car into drive and pushed down on the gas and started down the road toward the garage that her Jeep was in.

"So, how was your day?" Shane asked glancing over at her.

Lacey was glad he started a conversation cause she was starting to feel a bit awkward.

"Mm… It was okay." Lacey nodded, her mind flashing back to that heated dream she'd had. "My… co-worker called me this morning wanting to know how long I was going to be, and got me worried cause she wouldn't tell me what's wrong. "

Lacey decided that she wouldn't tell him that it was actually her lawyer that called. It would be easier just saying Co-Worker. If she said Lawyer she would have to get into what she did for a living. And, all Shane knew was that she worked in an art gallery. He didn't know that she was an artist and was just renting the gallery for a show coming up. Or that she and Diane were partners Diane helped with getting the galleries, and with all the legal things.

"Wow… So she didn't tell you what was wrong?"

"Nope," She said popping the 'P' "All she asked was when I was going to be at the gallery, I asked her what was wrong and she dodged my question by hanging up on me."

"Damn, I can understand why you would be worried." Shane nodded staring ahead once again. "Why didn't you call me and ask me to come earlier?"

Was he really asking her that? She only knew this guy for a day… Sure she had a heated dream about him but that didn't matter right now! He was asking her why she didn't call a man that she only knew for one day to come pick her up and take her to the gallery. It was bad enough he was taking her to the garage to get her Jeep. He was a cop, sure, but that didn't mean anything.

"No offense, but I don't know you that well to call you to come pick me up and take me to random places." Lacey answered as nicely as she could.

"So what I am hearing is you want to get to know me better?" Shane grinned slyly looking over at her.

Lacey's eyes widened as she looked over at him, her cheeks getting redder from the blush heating her face.

"I-I never said that!" She muttered looking down at her purse.

Shane just chuckled his eyes now back on the road, after a while they were in front of the garage. They both got out and walked into the building. Lacey talked to the man, paid him, and he lid them to her Jeep. One of the men that worked there crank her Jeep and drove it out of the garage into the parking lot then gave her back her keys. Once the men left her and Shane alone, she felt the awkward feeling rise in the pit of her stomach once again.

"So, when do you have another day off?" Shane asked leaning against her Jeep.

"Oh… Um… I am off Saturday." Lacey smiled over at him.

"Saturday, well would you like to get to know each other more? And, go out of a date with me?"

"A date…" Lacey felt like she was speechless; licking her lips nervously she found it hard to breathe.

"Maybe dinner, and a movie, something like that."

"Sure. You know my number, so you can call me and talk out the time and all the details." She wasn't trying to push him away or anything but she had to get to the gallery and see what was wrong.

"Perfect, see you Saturday then." Shane said while pushing himself off the Jeep and leaned down kissing her cheek gently; then, started walking off toward his Jeep leaving her there speechless.

She felt like she was frozen, her cheek felt like it was stinging but in a good way it was more of a tingle. Nice shivers running through her body, smiling a crooked smile she finally felt like she could move her body once again. Waving to Shane she slipped into her Jeep starting her up and drove up behind Shane waiting for him to pull out of the parking lot. He went left, and she went right. Heading straight to the gallery her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest, she didn't know what was wrong but she had a bad feeling about it all.

Once she got there she turned the engine off and jumped out of her Jeep making sure she pushed the button to make sure the alarm was on and doors locked then nearly ran into the gallery in worry. When she got there Diane was stomping around yelling and pointing at different people.

"Diane…" Lacey called breathlessly.

"Lovelace, you're finally here!" Diane sighed in relief coming straight to her side.

"Now what the hell is going on here?" Lacey demanded with her hands on her hips.

"Three of the paintings…" Diane started to say looking at Lacey, but was cut off by Lacey.

"Did those damn guys mess up my paintings?" Lacey was beyond pissed right now.

"I wish it were that simple. When we came in this morning they were gone… Someone stole your paintings."

Lacey's mouth hung open as her blue eyes were wide in shock. She felt like a fish out of water trying to get a good breath, she couldn't… She couldn't breathe.

"Someone stole my paintings?" her voice was a mutter and breathless.

Diane nodded sighing heavily. "You are a famous artist Lace. I am surprised this hasn't already happened Lacey."

Diane wasn't calling her Lovelace, so that meant she wasn't in 'business mode' she was trying to relax Lacey's racing and worried mind.

"Diane, I want security tightened on this gallery. Or show is in two days! I want security the night of the show! I can't just up and make three new pieces in two days. So, we'll have to bite the loses and hope we clean house the night of the opening." Lacey was all business now. No laughing and playing around anymore. Three of her paintings had been stolen this wasn't a joking matter.

"I agree completely I will get the best security we can buy for Friday's opening." Diane agreed walking off to start calling to find the perfect security for the opening.

Lacey stood there one hand on her hip the other raking through her curled blond hair. Her day had gone from awkward, to stressed, to perfect, to straight up horrified. But, that wouldn't happen anymore Lacey and Diane were going to tighten the security up no one would steal her paintings anymore if she had anything do to with it.

Authors Note:

Thank you all for reading! I am evil huh? Such a tease! But, you all should have realized it was a dream while reading it. Well, the next chapter will be all about present day and you are warned now that the next chapter will be intense. A lot of things are going to happen next chapter. For one Rick is going to appear. I decided to bring him in a little early. I was originally planning on bringing him in, in chapter 7 but it flowed much easier if I brought him in, in chapter 5.

To Leyshla Gisel: It wouldn't be Merle if he wasn't trying to get in a girl's pants. Right? You might be right about Lacey's baby daddy. Thanks once again for you review and for reading.

So, I was between updating this story first or starting my Merle story. And, decided to update this story first since I kinda didn't update when I said I was and kept you all waiting. Lacey, Shane, and the baby (Yes the baby.) will appear in my Merle story. (Aren't you excited xD) But, don't think you are going to get hints on who the father is in the Merle story I ain't reveling nothing until I revel it in this story. Just thought I would let you all know that Lacey, Shane, and the baby are going to be in the Merle story. The Merle story's first chapter should be posted maybe in a day or two. Maybe tonight, depends on how much time I have tonight to start writing it out.

Well, hope you enjoyed reading the new chapter. Until next time.