Free Falling Into You by Maureen Smith Page A

sex on an elevator, and you
know I’ve done some wild shit in my time!”
    Rebecca flushed, curling her bare toes over
the bottom rung of the chair. “I can’t explain what came over me, Cherelle.
It’s like I was someone else. A woman with no inhibitions, no fears.” She
frowned. “No morals.”
    Cherelle snorted. “Morals have nothing to do
with this. There’s a freak in all of us, Rebecca. It just took you twenty-nine
years to find yours.” She grinned lasciviously. “Better late than never, I
always say.”
    Rebecca chuckled. “I guess you’re right.”
    “I know I’m right. And based on your description of Vince Gray, you chose the right man
to unleash your inner freak upon. So when are you going to see him again?”
    “I don’t know.” Rebecca bit her lower lip.
“When he left early this morning, I was still in bed and kinda out of it. We
didn’t really discuss any future plans.”
    Cherelle smiled gently at her. “I’m sure he
wants to see you again, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    “I’m not worried,” Rebecca said quickly. Hearing
the note of uncertainty in her own voice, she added, “I’m not looking for a
serious relationship. If what Vince and I shared was just a one-night stand,
then I’ll just chalk it up to the best one-night stand I’ve ever had, and leave
it at that.”  
    Cherelle stared at her for a moment, then
shook her head. “You haven’t seen the last of him. If you rocked his world as
much as he rocked yours, trust me, he’ll be back for more.”
    Rebecca didn’t want to admit, even to
herself, how much she wanted Cherelle to be right. She told herself it was
because the sex had been so phenomenal, but she knew there was a little more to
the story than that. She’d felt a connection to Vince that she’d never
experienced with any other man. Beyond his physical attributes—and there
were plenty—he was warm, smart, funny and thoughtful. He’d ordered enough
Chinese food to feed an NFL football team just to make sure he got something
she liked, when it would have been more practical for him to wake her up and
ask her what she wanted. Instead he’d chosen to surprise her with dinner. And
she would never, ever forget the deliciously erotic way he’d awakened her.
    Have
mercy .
    Cherelle rose from the table. “Maybe I need to start hanging out at The
Sultan’s if Vince represents the kind of customers you’re meeting in that
place.”
    Rebecca smiled, but something told her Vince Gray
was one in a million.  

Chapter9

 
 
 
    “See anything interesting yet?”
    Vince glanced up from the video monitor he’d
been watching off and on as Frank Sciorra grabbed the chair beside him and sat
down with a soft grunt.
    “Not yet,” said Vince. “All he’s been doing
for the past two hours is paperwork. Not exactly must-see TV. What’d you get
us?”
    “What else? Crab cake sandwiches and French
fries from O’ Doherty’s.” Frank reached inside a grease-stained paper bag and
pulled out his food before sliding the bag across the table to Vince, who
eagerly helped himself.   
    He hadn’t eaten since his midnight meal with Rebecca,
and even then he’d been too distracted by her beauty to swallow more than a few
bites of sesame chicken before he set out to devour her again.
    She’d risen slowly from the table, a naughty
little smile on her lips as he’d backed her into the kitchen. Once he cornered
her against the refrigerator, she’d wrapped those long, luscious legs around
his waist and welcomed him inside her tight, wet pussy as if it were the first
time.
    Just thinking about the way he’d drilled into
her like a jackhammer got him so hard he ached.  
    With a mental shake of his head, Vince bit
into his crab cake sandwich and returned his attention to the video screen,
which was filled with a live image of Bruno Rossi’s large, opulent office at
The Sultan’s.
    The club owner sat behind a gleaming mahogany
desk, his dark head bent over