CATHY — I’m falling...

The doorbell jangles, announcing my arrival. And as always, the moment people look in my direction, without interest, almost by instinct, their eyes widen, and the whispering begins. After all, I am a supermodel. My face is all over Times Square. I don’t have the luxury of privacy, of an anonymous life.
Still, why am I here?
My blue eyes meet the owner of this place; he’s distracted by another customer, smiling easily.
My stomach twists, and I feel suddenly nervous.
The whispers reach his ears, and he looks at me. It takes a few seconds for his face to show a reaction, but soon, the smile rises to his eyes, following me while I cross the coffee shop to the table at the back.
I sit down and hide my face behind the menu, my cheeks burning for a reason unknown to me.
Dammit, I look like a teenager. It’s not like it was the first time I’ve woken up in a man’s bed after a few drinks. And it certainly wasn’t the first time I ran out before he woke up.
Yet, why am I here?
“That’s certainly something else.” His voice sounds slightly husky, and I remember his dirty talk in my ear while he was on top of me, holding my neck and fucking me hard. My mouth is suddenly dry, and my cheeks burn more. “What’s a super-famous model doing in my humble establishment?”
“My best friend really likes this place.” I put down the menu, pretending not to be altered by the memories — or by his presence — and looked straight into his eyes, which immediately made me regret it.
“Of course, why else? It certainly wouldn’t be to see the man you abandoned and left a few dollars as *tips.”*
I close my eyes tightly, hiding my face behind my hands. *Argh, why do I have a habit of doing stupid things when I’m desperate?* I was the one who grabbed his arm that night at the club and asked him to stay with me. I was the one who dragged him to a hotel and tried to dominate him, as usual.
In the end, he made me act like a good, obedient girl... And what’s worse, I liked it.
But it was never like that. I like to be in charge, to dictate the rules, and to decide when and whom.
*So why...*
He smiles, then pulls out the chair opposite me and sits down uninvited. I frown, watching him wave his hand to his employee.
I cross my arms, watching as the employee talks with Tyler.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Tyler looks at me out of the corner of his eye and finishes the order, letting the employee go back to the counter.
I stare straight into his eyes, keeping my chin up, even though it makes my heart worry. Somehow, I sense that this man is dangerous. Not just because he’s handsome, has a wonderful body and a big dick, but-
What the hell am I thinking again? Why do I keep remembering this?
These scenes have tormented me. Sex has never been so good, even when I’m in charge. Still, with this guy...
“I’m taking your order.”
“And how do you know what I like?”
“I don’t know yet, but I’m sure you’ll love my latte.” He gives a subtle smile, then relaxes his back in the chair, crossing his arms like me. His muscles are so big and strong… I wonder if he works out a lot.
My throat goes dry again.
*I really do look like a horny girl.*
“It’s quite presumptuous of you to ask for something you don’t know I’ll like.” I retort, dropping my arms and looking away.
“Come on, give it a chance… maybe you’ll be surprised and like it more than you expected.” His words are provocative and carry hidden meanings that I can understand. He’s having fun messing with my head.
“Well, there’s no harm in that... It’s just a few bucks, anyway. Maybe you’ll get a tip again.” I smile bitterly and cynically, expecting him to get angry at my cheeky tone, but in fact, he just laughs off.
“Still, it will have been worth it. Life is about experiences, isn’t it?”
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[...] Oh, yes, life is about experiences, that guy was right... But again, how did I end up here, in this storage, with my clothes crumpled, his lips all over my neck?
Tyler’s hands are exploring my thighs, the skin exposed by the skirt that, deep down, I put hoping that it wouldn’t restrict his wild touch. His palm is very rough, with a few calluses, but it’s surprisingly pleasurable and brings goosebumps even to the skin he doesn’t touch.
The flat tongue runs up my jugular, making me hold my breath.
Tyler’s firm hands move up to my hips, pushing me hard against the wall and making me gasp.
My parted lips are an invitation for his teeth, that pull and nimble. Tyler also licks my lips before finally sliding his tongue inside, exploring my mouth as if he were thirsty.
His kiss alternates between bites and a deep intertwining of our tongues that rub and fight for dominance… But when he squeezes my waist hard, marking his fingerprints just above my blouse, I give in completely to his strength and let him devour me.
Tyler grabs my hair, his fingers curling the blond strands in a clumsy, firm grip, and tilts my head, kissing me with desire, pressing his erection against my lower belly.
I’m running out of air, but he keeps intertwining our tongues, squeezing my waist and making me feel his muscular body.
When he pulls my lip between his teeth again, leaving it slightly swollen and red, I inflate my lungs to the max, panting through his low, husky laughter that reaches my ears.
Before I can say anything, Tyler kisses me again. This time, his hands slipped inside my blouse, trailing down my stomach and moving painfully slowly upwards. I shiver again and arch my back, undulating my belly as his touch moves up to my bra.
He parts our lips, allowing me to breathe, and puts his fingers under my bra, making me hold my breath once again.
In one swift, sudden movement, Tyler spreads my legs using his knee, and I grab onto his shirt for balance.
He kisses me with desire again, rubbing his fingertips against my nipple while his other hand explores inside my thighs, threatening to climb under my skirt as well… and damn, *I want him to do that.* My body is on fire, and I really desire to feel his touch. It’s like this need is in my guts, under my skin, inside me.
And maybe that’s why my entrance is throbbing.
I take Tyler’s hand and guide it between my legs, under my skirt, but he abruptly disengages from my hand, slapping it away, grabbing the inside of my thigh painfully.
I cry out loud, moving my mouth away from his kiss. If he’s just torturing me, then-
Suddenly, Tyler squeezes my breast and finally presses his thumb against my soaked panties, giving my clit little taps just to make me gasp and then swallow a moan.
Tyler’s eyes, locked on mine, show me how much he desires me. His way of holding my gaze sets my body on fire, and I melt in the little taps his finger gives to my clit...
But it’s when he slides his finger all over my entrance that I really feel on the verge of madness.
Honestly, there’s something about this man that I can’t decipher. He seems impassive on the surface, like everything around him is a funny joke, even when it’s the chaos in front of his eyes. His masculine charm is also unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. All the other guys around me, with their expensive suits and polished manners, seem dull…
But Tyler...
There’s really something wrong with me. *I feel like I’m falling…* like I’m breaking down for him.
“Tyler...” I whisper his name lustfully and spread my legs a little wider so he can touch wherever he wants.
He stares at my face, his eyes dark with lust, with a *bestiality* that hypnotizes me.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says, circling around my nipple with his thumb without actually touching it. I hold my breath in my throat, unable to do anything but stare at his lips, with my cheeks and my whole body burning. “When you look at me with those bossy blue eyes, I feel like blindfolding them. But you know, if I do that... I’ll miss out on the sweetest of sights — the desire reflecting in them.”
My lips part, and a sigh escapes through them.
“Exactly, that one...” Tyler smiles and finally rubs his thumb against my nipple. “The desire to be fucked by me.”
He brings our faces closer again, but just as our lips are about to touch, a knock on the door stops him a few inches away.
Tyler moistens his own lips and moves away, taking his hands off. He runs a hand through his hair and breathes deeply, looking at me in an almost affectionate way, even though lust has turned his eyes nearly black.
“We should do this another time.” He reaches out to touch me again, but this time, he just tidies up my messy hair.
For some reason, this scene seems strangely familiar.
“I’ll wait for you, so come here to see me again.” Tyler straightens my clothes and smiles. “But keep in mind that, this time, I won’t let you get away before I wake up.”