Forever Mine (Part 2)

By Erica Storm

Amanda: “I thought we could live happily ever after. Matthew Cross is my prince charming. He slayed all the dragons but one, his ex-wife. She’s back and she wants him and I don’t know what to do. Maybe I’m just a head strong insecure nineteen year old, but I know one thing, when a woman wants a man, she will do anything to get him.”
Matthew: “Amanda has nothing to worry about. My love for her is all consuming. My hungry desire for Amanda spirals through me flooding me with uncontrollable want and need.
“I’m finished with Alecia. Without me knowing, she shows up in San Francisco reminding me of the scandalous sexual life I had with her. That life is too addictive to resist.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Oct 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311884107

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

Chapter 1: Amanda

I knew things were too good to be true. Just when Matthew and I sat down to dinner on our Friday date night, his phone rang. Naturally I thought it was something that had to do with his business. His secretary had been calling him more often lately, especially on Saturdays and during dinner. I prepared myself to have dinner alone, and get some reading done for my English Literature class.

Amanda, I have to take this. Matthew stood, wearing a pair of soft expensive blue jeans, his long legs complimenting his well-developed body. His casual white shirt hanging on his wide shoulders and muscled chest. He passes his hands through his dark silky hair and winks at me with his green eyes. He even throws me a kiss before walking to the foyer where he drops his keys and phone.

I forgot to turn it off, he said with an apologetic glance hunching his shoulders. I glance at him returning a smile, knowing I can’t get enough of that gorgeous face and body.

Walking pass me with phone in hand, he heads to the picture window facing the ocean to return the call. He’s looking at his phone. I grabbed his leg and put my hand between them cupping his sex with my hand.

Pausing a minute, looking down at my hand, his eyes smile in anticipation, and he says, You better eat everything on your plate, get your energy up because when I return, I want everything you promised me. His expression erotic as he glides his tongue over his lips making an obscene gesture. He leans in parting my lips, and I let his tongue explore my mouth before he makes his call.

He saunters out of sight and out of my hearing distance, then he returns a few minutes later and walks over to the antique Chinese bowl dropping the phone in. The bowl held all the things he discards from his pockets that chain him to his office and the outside world.

Matthew and I were catching up on what was popular on television. I mentioned Empire, he discussed Game of Thrones and books that are a must read.

And Friday was our day for solidifying our love for each other. We were always together whether it was out to dinner or when I would cook for him. He appreciated that I knew my way around the kitchen. I usually greet him with only an apron and high heels after I cooked his favorite meal, spaghetti and meatballs.

Living in New York, Matthew had become addicted to the dish. He hired my mother as his cook and maid because of her Italian meat balls. She wasn’t Italian of course, but she worked for an Italian family and learned the