Free Dangerous Authority by M Jet Page A

and her clit.  "Yes," she begged.
    "Yes?  Hard?" he asked, giving her another devastating thrust.
    "YES!  HARD!"
    He pounded relentlessly against her, his own breath becoming rapid and shallow.  Despite the intense friction, she felt him become unbelievably hard and big inside her.
    "Come now," he demanded urgently.
    She let her muscles relax then and in a fraction of a second the warmth flooded her.  She screamed as he hammered straight through his own orgasm.
    ***
    She lay cradled in his arms in her bed after hours of intense love making.  Both of them were still, naked, and spent.  She traced a finger through the thick of black hair on his chest and inhaled the intoxicating scent of him.  He seemed different at that moment.  Different than he normally was, and definitely different then the role he played of domineering lover.  He was sleepy, gentle, and happy.
    "So," she said giggling.  "I guess you have an authority complex…  Officer."
    He didn't laugh at her joke or her making light of his extremely disciplined love making.  But he did continue to stroke her arm tenderly as he held her.  "It appeared to me that you liked it."
    Her cheeks flushed, no longer feeling like a brazen sex kitten. "Of course," she admitted shyly.
    She peeked at his face and saw his eyes remain trained on the ceiling.  Or seeming so, though the room was dark and he probably couldn't see anything in particular.  He didn't say anything for so long she began to fear she had upset him.
    "I just like what I like, Mary Jane," he finally explained.
    She nodded against his chest.  "I like what you like too, Dominique."
    "Do you?" he wondered.  "Can you give me all that I need, Mary Jane?" His voice had taken on a far off, mysterious quality.  She shivered, as she had many times in the past over his powerful intensity.
    "I can try," she whispered.
    Moments later he propped himself up on an elbow.  "You hungry?  Let's go get a bite to eat.  How about it?"
    ***
    It was ten o'clock at night, but they'd been otherwise occupied at dinner time.  So they decided to make a ten mile drive out to the freeway interchange and visit one of the all night truck stops for a late night meal. 
    She enjoyed the trip in his black Lincoln.  It was spotless inside and out, and also black in and out.  Though she knew two little boys often traveled in this car, it smelled of Dominique's cologne.  Funny, she thought, a kid vehicle that doesn't smell like soggy animal crackers.   She felt smooth and pampered in his car.
    The truck stop restaurant was surprisingly busy for as late as it was.  She couldn't help but peak around to see if she knew anybody present.  Anxiety crept in over being spotted on a date.  She threw a glance at Dominique and then a feeling of incredible love overwhelmed her to the point of bringing tears to her eyes.
    She had many regrets about Zander.  She knew she should never have married him.  She hadn't loved him and that hadn't changed over time.  Maybe he knew that.  Maybe if she hadn't agreed to marry him, he would've had a happier life and would still be alive.  His death hurt her deeply, but Dominique represented what her life should've been all along.  She was utterly and irrevocably in love with him, and she made the decision right then to ignore whatever rumors would undoubtedly circulate.
    As they approached a booth, Dominique paused and turned to her.
    "Hey there," he said softly.  "What's wrong?"
    She stared into his eyes, unable to speak for a moment.  "I…  Dominique…  I love you."
    His face broke into a gorgeous smile and he pulled her to him for a long kiss.  When he broke away from the kiss, he placed his lips gently on her temple.  "I love you too, Mary Jane.  It's always been you."
    They sat cuddled on one side of a booth and feasted on a shared dish of cheesy French fries.

Chapter 11
    "W hat could you be thinking?"
    Mary Jane sat at her mother's kitchen table the following evening.