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“Really?”

“As indisputable as the moans that will emerge from between your lips tonight, as certain as the love I have for you and Lily and as sure as I want you right now… do I need to continue?” He asked, a smug look on his face.

She leaned forward, her lips lingered close to his. “I love you.” He smiled and closed the gap, kissing her tenderly, as he eased himself inside of her, eliciting a moan from between her lips.



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Hardcore





By: Laura Jane





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Chapter One- Randy

Randall Blakemore was frustrated beyond measure. He leaned forward in his chair, frowning slightly as he ran a hand through his jet black hair. Everything would work itself out, as always. He simply didn’t like surprises. In fact, he didn’t like anyone messing with his business. He stood, stretching as he did, not missing the admiring glance from one of the moms passing his shop on their way to the park. Despite his frustration he gave her a wink, laughing to himself as he saw the blush rise up in her face.

He made his way over to the front of the garage, taking in the scents of rubber and oil. This place was his and he wouldn’t give it up for anything at all. No matter what they said downtown. He frowned once more, he would have to go into town and clear up whatever issues they had dug up on him this time. It seemed almost like clockwork, every couple of years the suits in town would start waving around all their power by pushing him around. He would hold his ground and tell them once more he wasn’t selling the place, and eventually they would move on.

This place was everything to him, the garage had been built from the ground up by his father and he had passed that on to him once he had started forgetting things. Now Randy ran it all, and loved every project he brought in. It had once been a small town business, but over time he had branched out and he was now well known in the racing business, always on hand to help with a little improvement on some designs they had. He was always an advisor, but his real dream was tied up under the heavy cargo tarp in the far building. He had planned out every inch of the car and within the year she would be ready to drive, and he would finally get his name on the map for his time and hard work. He was not your typical boss, always in the garage working right along with the guys and more than a little willing to take on a challenge. He had been in more than a couple of run ins with city hall and last time had landed him in jail for three days.

No, his mother had been right, what he needed was a little finesse, but it was unlikely given his natural reaction to things. Hot tempered, she called it. He simply wanted what was right, and would accept nothing less. Walking towards the office, he saw Mary light up as he walked in. Sweet girl.

“Hey Mary, listen I have to go into city hall on Wednesday… again.” He leaned into the door.

“They certainly like you in that place.” She rolled her eyes and gave him a smile.

“Seems that way.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Just wanted to make sure Mark is here, he is the only other person who keeps the guys working and not just making cat calls at the girls headed to the park.”

“You got it boss.” She blinked at him with a half-smile.

She was all kinds of sweet, and too young, so he knew better than to encourage her flirting behavior. In a pink polka-dot dress her blond hair pulled up in a high-ponytail, she always gave him an open invitation. He knew she was barely 21, and the idea was not appealing to him in any way.

“Anyway, I am going to take mom to lunch, so James is here if you need anything.”

He left before he said anything to make her think he was interested. She had only been working there for two weeks, and she was a great employee, he just wanted to make sure she knew that’s all she was. He slid onto his Harley and made his way quickly towards his mother's small house in the boroughs. It was quaint and it suited her style, especially since his father had died 4 years ago. He made his way up the stairs and knocked twice, poking his head in after a moment.

“Mother, its Randall.” He moved inside the front foyer.

“Come in Randall, we were just waiting inside.” He heard her call out to him.

He should have known he was being set-up right away, but sadly he didn’t pick up on it right away. He walked into the room to find himself face to face with his mother and a small redhead. She was all business from head to toe. Her hair neatly pulled back into a bun and her A-line skirt and tight shirt fit her like a glove. There was something vaguely familiar about her. Even she seemed somewhat taken aback when he walked into the room, jumping to her feet.