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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Content

  Copyright

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  From The Author

  Devastated

  The New Orleans Temptation Series

  By:

  Monica May

  Content

  Title Page

  Content

  Copyright

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  From the author

  Copyright

  First Original Edition, October 2014

  Copyright © 2014 by Monica May

  ISBN-13: 978-0-69-227869-7

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, business, organizations, places, events, and situations either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without written consent from the author.

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN-13: 978-0-69-227869-7

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thanks to my husband and select friends (you know who you are) that read and approved of my smut. Without ya’ll this book would not exist.

  And a special thanks to an awesome editor.

  Editing by Kelly Hartigan (XterraWeb) http://editing.xterraweb.com

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  Chapter 1

  It has been a long busy week, but finally, Friday is here! My evening is spent like every Friday in the Chauvin household during football season, at the high school stadium, watching our son Blake play football.

  Living in southeast Louisiana makes for a very hot August evening. After getting back from the game, it's time for a long shower to refresh. Before I make it to the bathroom, I see Grant has already fallen asleep on the sofa, as usual. My baby girl, Isabella, is up in her room watching preteen shows, while Blake is in his room playing video games.

  I step out of the shower and look into the mirror. At thirty-nine, I am not overweight, but could stand to lose a few pounds. I am far from fit. I have to come up with a plan to get into shape and get back down to my pre-pregnancy weight of sixteen years ago. I can do it if I put my mind to it; all I need is a plan. But what is the plan? I have it! I’m going to text Zoe. She’s in her late forties and is in better shape than I am at thirty-nine.

  Now that I am done with my after-shower moisturizing routine, I flop down on the sofa beside my sleeping Grant, with a large glass of wine. I know he works hard all day in the hot sun, but really, it is 9:30! He is asleep as soon as his ass hits the sofa. Seeing him asleep makes me wonder where the days of being all over each other have gone. I look at his weathered face, from years of working out in the elements, and he is still handsome. He has a strong jaw line, scruffy five-o’clock shadow, and the most beautiful black eyelashes.

  Watching him sleep brings me back into the past. We met the summer after I graduated from high school. I was 18, and he was 21. We both fell in love hard and fast. I saw what I wanted, and I took it. Grant has told me that’s what drew him to me. He likes a woman who knows how to take charge.!

  We had common friends, but did not know each other. A usual Friday night back then was far different from today. Those Fridays were spent getting ready with my girlfriends—putting on makeup, fixing our hair, crazy singing, and dancing. After two hours of gussying up, we were ready to go out to the club for a night filled with drinking and dancing. Back in the nineties, Louisiana’s drinking age was only eighteen, and we loved it.

  Once we made it to the club, I saw a friend, Jodi, from high school. She introduced us to the group of people she was hanging out with. That’s when I saw him. I was instantly drawn to him, from the moment I laid eyes on him. I wanted to get to know him, dance with him, and talk to him. Unfortunately, he was there with someone else. She was cute, but they didn’t appear to want to be there together. She had a permanent scowl on her face, and they were sitting so far away from each other, they couldn't touch each other if they wanted to.

  After our brief hello, we continued to the bar. We hung out at the bar for a while ordering drinks, checking out who was there, playing who’s hot and who’s not. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. There was something about him that was pulling me to him. Jodi caught me staring. “Grant, his name is Grant. By the way, no one likes his girlfriend, so feel free to cause a stir. She's a bitch, and he is looking for a reason to drop her.”

  I looked across the club to see him sitting on a stool by himself now as his girlfriend Mandy walked away from him angrily. I finished the drink in my hand and took a fresh one from Jodi. “He is about to find a reason!” With a wink, I was off to see if he was interested in dropping her.

  I crossed the club with my eyes zeroed in on my target. When I saw he’s watching me saunter over to him, I put a little extra swing in my hips. I approached him where he sat on a stool, “Come dance with me, handsome.” He looked me up and down, and I stood there in front of him and let him take me in.

  Country was hot at the time, and I was dressed to the nines in western wear. His eyebrows rose when he saw my big curly nineties hair that hung over my shoulders and fell below my elbows. His gaze continued down to my bright mauve-colored lipstick. His beautiful green eyes widened when he saw my sleeveless plaid button-down shirt with the buttons undone far enough to see how full my breasts are.

  His attention went down to my flat stomach, which was exposed by my tied-off Daisy Duke styled shirt and down to my short shorts that were almost too short. If I had not been wearing a thong, my panties would have certainly hung out the bottom. He looked me over thoroughly from head to toe, even taking in my very toned and tanned legs before finally stopping on my cowboy boots. I had to admit I was pretty hot. Oh, where had the time and that body gone?

  I cleared my throat to help him regain focus on what I told him to do. When he brought his eyes back up to my face, I repeated myself. “Come dance with me, handsome.” He smiled a very sexy smile. He had perfectly straight white teeth, strong muscular arms, and hair so dark brown it was almost black. He looked rugged in the hot fireman way with the sexiest legs I had ever seen on a man in my life.

  “I am sorry; I don’t dance.”

  I
yelled over the music. “You do now; let’s go!” I grabbed him by the hand, pulling him off the stool. I had him up against my body dancing the rest of the night. In the last twenty-one years, I don’t think we have spent a weekend apart since that night.

  Six months later, we were engaged. We could not stand to be apart. Our bodies needed each other constantly. Our first time together was so HOT, in more ways than one. It was July in south Louisiana, and it was eighty-two degrees with thick humid air. After a night of dancing and partying with friends, Grant drove us to the end of the bayou. From this view, you could see the city lights of New Orleans over the water. The only sounds heard was the lapping of the water as trawl boats passed in the distance, frogs, and crickets. He turned onto a Cypress-tree-lined road that lead to the parking lot near the dock. My heart was beating so hard it was pounding in my ears. I wanted him so badly.

  He turned off the lights and the engine to avoid waking the neighbors living in the houseboats nearby. Turning to me, he gave me his oh-so-sexy smile. I knew the time was right for us; I loved him so much it hurt to be without him. Reaching over the seat, his hand was in the back of my hair pulling my face to his. He kissed me with so much lust and desire. I was not a virgin, but I had only had one other lover, and I was a bit nervous. Grant was a few years older than me and so damn manly compared to the boy I dated back in high school. I was unsure if I would know what to do with him.

  We kissed deeply for what seemed like hours. He was trying to be a gentleman, but I couldn't take it any longer. I needed him. I opened my eyes to see his green eyes staring back at me with the same lust and desire I felt in between my legs.

  “I need you inside of me, Grant.” He was always so sweet, such a southern gentleman, making sure I knew he would wait if I wasn’t ready. “Are you sure you are ready? I will wait for you, how ever long it takes for you to be ready.”

  I gave him a sexy smile. “Fuck me now!”

  “Whatever you say, Bossy Girl.” That had been his nickname for me ever since I pulled him off the bar stool and made him dance with me. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt, he pushed it over my shoulders, and I felt goose bumps appear everywhere his fingers trailed. I let out a moan as he licked a line of sweat dripping down the middle of my breasts to my navel. It felt so good to have his tongue on my skin. I lifted my body off the seat allowing his hands to unsnap my bra. My breasts were now at his full disposal. I watched his fingers as he rolled my nipple in between his thumb and index finger. This was something I had never felt before, and it’s a divine pleasurable pain. At that moment, I knew it was going to be beyond anything I had ever experienced, especially considering I had only had sex missionary style in a twin bed. When I said missionary only, I meant it—no other position, no other touching, just kissing, in and out, in and out, that’s it! Sad I knew, but it was the truth.

  Needless to say, this was beyond anything I could have imagined. The feeling of him twisting my nipple was so intense; it sent a direct line of pleasure right to my pussy. He hit the button on the seat and pushed it all the way back, flat onto the back seat, allowing him room to move into my seat and hover over me. Eyes locked on mine, his tongue was now on my bare nipple, pulling it into his mouth and repeating the process with the other nipple. That's all it took for me to be gone, gone to a place I had never visited before. He was in full control, which was different from our relationship; Grant allowed me to control everything else, but this I will allow him to control—he was oh so good at it.

  His large hands moved down to the button on my shorts, undoing them quickly. With a steady pull, my shorts and panties were down and off my sweat-covered body. I was now completely naked in the front seat of his car. At that time in my life, this was the most erotic thing I had ever done. We had no concern for the outside world. We should have been more concerned with someone seeing us or hearing us, but we didn’t care about anything but what we were feeling.

  I pulled his shirt over his head to see his chiseled chest, covered in a soft blanket of dark hair. With a moan, I ran my hand up and down his chest with a moan.

  “I’m going to eat your beautiful pussy, Shelby. I have wanted to do this since the day I saw you in those short shorts,” he said as he brushed his thumb over my clit. “I need to taste you; you want me to taste you, don’t you?” I looked at him and blushed. I had never had this done to me before. I had heard about it, but had never experienced it. He smirked at me. “Tell me you have been licked here before?”

  “No, never, I want you to be the first and the last.”

  “You will love it. I am the best,” he said with confidence. Oh, did I love it. His tongue slid in between my folds to find me soaked.

  “You taste so sweet, Bossy Girl.” His warm breath flowed in between my legs, giving me goose bumps again as he spoke.

  My hips naturally lifted to him as his fingers pumped in and out of me steadily, while he slowly licked my clit and pulled it into his mouth. He licked me like he couldn’t get enough. The combination of the two was breathtaking. Between the slow sensual licks and an occasional suck of my clit, I was about to come undone. I started to feel pressure build from within my soul. He didn’t let up as he sensed I was close.

  “Come for me; let go, feel it. Go ahead, Bossy Girl, I am telling you to come for me now.” I did as he said on command, all over his face. I felt the relief of my most intense orgasm to date cream right out of me. “Did you like being fucked with my mouth?”

  “Oh God, I loved it; promise you will never stop doing that to me. Ever.”

  “Never, Bossy Girl, I will never stop doing this to you. Even when you are old and gray, I will keep licking you.”

  We both laughed only stopping when he continued to gently lap at my swollen lips while unbuttoning his pants. Within seconds, his beautiful cock was free, standing at attention. I watched as he rolled a condom down his long erection. I wanted to feel his length inside me.

  He rubbed the head of his dick up and down my soaking wet pussy. It felt so good. Staring into my eyes, he gently yet firmly pushed into me. My back arched off the seat to meet him. I couldn’t believe how different this felt from anything I had experienced in the past. He's so hard and long, my missing puzzle piece. The way he moved inside of me was ecstasy. I knew at that moment we were made for each other. I was going to keep him for a lifetime.

  I vaguely heard Grant moan something about me being wet and tight. But I was in a daze, too consumed with the feeling of him moving within me, rocking my hips forward to allow him to go deeper with each thrust. His mouth came down to my nipple, and his sucking almost threw me over the edge again. I was barely hanging on when his thrusting increased, and we both came with such force I was sure this was a onetime thing that would never be repeated. Boy, was I wrong. I had no idea how our screams of pleasure didn’t wake the neighbors nearby.

  We lay clinging to each other as we caught our breath. He was still slowly and gently pumping in and out of me. Had the mosquitoes not been coming in the open window and biting us, we might still be lying in that spot this very day.

  Chapter 2

  “Mom … Mom”. The sound of my son calling me as he comes down the stairs brings me back to the current time. He sits next to me, sitting on top of his father’s legs that are taking up the entire sofa at the moment. He’s my baby boy, and now that he is in high school, I am having a hard time coming to grips with the fact that he is going to leave me for college soon. He tells me he is getting tired, has turned his game off, and came to kiss me goodnight. He also informs me that Isabella is knocked out in her bed with the light and TV on, so he kindly shut it all off for her.

  While I am listening to all his information, I start to text Zoe about what she does to stay fit. Blake continues to chat about what’s going on at school. He loves to extend going to bed, no matter how tired he is. I usually let him, especially when it’s not a school night. I take all the information he is willing to give because before I know it, he will be off to college.
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br />   Zoe has sent me a picture of the yoga DVD she uses. I can’t believe she doesn't lift weights and only does yoga! I mean, really, how hard can yoga be? I will have to look this up tomorrow and give it a try.

  My attention is turned back to my son. He is asking me questions about his deceased grandfather. He has always been such a deep-thinking child. Our conversation finds its way to his grandfather’s last visit to our home. I grab my husband’s phone from the bar above my head to find a picture I believe we took at that visit.

  As I hit the photo app, all of the blood drains from my face. I am frozen; I can’t think, can’t move. I am not sure if I am even breathing. Blake breaks me from my trance. “Mom, are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost!” I hear him say it, but it sounds like he’s a million miles away. I do my best to get it together.

  "It's time for bed. I don't feel well, and I have to run to the restroom. The picture is not where I thought it was, son; I will look on the computer for you tomorrow."

  After a kiss on my cheek, he says, “Hope you feel better, Mom!” I love that boy so much.

  ***

  OMG, OMG, OMG is all I can say in my head as I run to the bathroom and lock the door behind me, not that anyone is coming after me. Grant is dead to the world on the sofa. He has no clue I picked up his phone only to find pictures of him with his pants down. Literally with his pants down, and his hands around his erection! There are three photos in different stages of an erection, going from firm to OMG big.

  I know I had a very big glass of wine; am I really seeing this? Is this my imagination? As I rub my eyes, I exit the screen then go back to the app just to make sure. Yep, this is really happening to me!

  I am pissed. I know those pictures were not sent to me. I start to thumb through texts to see who he sent these to. There are no texts that include these pictures. I storm though the living room to the computer room and pull up our phone bill on the computer. The phone bill is pretty current showing the text I just sent to Zoe thirty minutes ago. I see no numbers from his phone that I don’t recognize. What the hell?