The Passion Agency, Part 4: My Passion for You

By Rebecca Lee

"I looked away from him. He was gorgeous and magnetic. But I knew he would never be mine. Not with all those other girls he could have had." Donna "Passion" Casteel thought to herself as she sat in her parked car and prepared for the most important meeting of her life. She had a million dollar idea, but barely enough to buy the next bag of groceries. It was all or nothing five minutes away. But it was that gorgeous hunk, the amazing passion they shared one afternoon, and what might have been, that dominated her thoughts.

"I already had a man, but not like him. To have this chance now after all these years."

She came back to the moment and opened the car door, her hand shaking with nervous excitement.

The Passion Agency is hot contemporary romance and suspense with mature situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Lee
• Release date: Aug 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310623103

Rebecca Lee

Rebecca Lee is an editorial manager at Penguin Random House. She's spent twenty years managing hundreds of high-profile books from delivery of manuscript to finished copies, signing off millions of words as fit to go to print with only the occasional regret.

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The Passion Agency, Part 4: My Passion For You

Rebecca Lee

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Chapter 1--The Other Side of Women

Donna Casteel danced freely in a whole new world with no expectations and lots of money to do whatever she wanted.

Of course, with all the struggle and heartache in her past, she didn't want the ride to end. It all felt too good.

She was experiencing things and places and people she thought totally out of her reach less than a six months ago. One of these people was busy kissing her ankles and lower legs after she emerged from a hot spa bath in her $600 a night room overlooking the breathtaking Napa Valley.

Martin Norand, motorcycle officer for the Los Angeles Police Department and Donna s first obsessive crush, was once again proving himself to be a skilled and caring lover. Through the fate brought by her daughter s untimely suicide jump from the Venice Pier and Donna's appearance at a murder scene in Compton, the two of them had been reunited.

They made passionate love the first night they were together in Manhattan Beach on what was supposed to be an innocent coffee date.

Donna loved finally creating her fantasy in real life and Martin was certainly gorgeous.

He was combination of Asian and Caucasian features with a thick neck, chest, and arms. He had a quiet intensity that comes with a job as dangerous as his.That quiet solid demeanor was how she remembered him from all those years ago when she adored him from afar in high school.

Back in those days, they never spoke until one day he came to her rescue after a quarrel with her boyfriend.

On that memorable day he took her to his car, let her get warm and dry, and then made his move. A move she wanted him to make. There wasn't a hint of nervousness or self-doubt as he began to touch her legs. Within minutes they were parked. He was laying back in his driver s seat bouncing her hungry body up and down on his rigid shaft.

It lasted only an hour but the memory of the excitement and how free and uninhibited she felt lasted for decades after. He was her fantasy hunk from high school. The fantasy was still alive for her now that they were an item.

He was unattainable because he always seemed so much better then her lower-class upbringing. Unattainable because she was not the adorable cheerleader. Unattainable because she was already deep in love with someone else.

She and Martin had each languished in bad situations and relationships thinking that if they stuck it out, it would become better. They were scared to explore the possibilities. Now that was all in the past.

Now it was all about the pursuit of pleasures and making up for lost time. For Donna and Martin, as powerful as the sex was, the pillow talk after was perhaps even more powerful.

Why did you wait all these years? Donna asked. If you wanted me like you are showing me you now do, why did you wait?

Martin liked to put his glasses on after they made love. He'd do it for no particular reason. It made him look more learned and intelligent. He also liked to lay back and stare content but with a far off focus at the ceiling. He would put his arm around Donna but instead of letting her head fall on his chest, she would be side to side with him and likewise staring up at the ceiling.

To Donna this behavior was different. But after being together, she knew it was just his thing. So she made it their thing.

We all have people like that who we regret not making a bold move to get to know when the opportunity best presented itself, he said. It did make me sad. I admit that. I wanted you more than I ever wanted anyone that night in the park. When I went inside you that first moment, I felt like I was in heaven. You were so sexy and smelled so wonderful. You felt so good. That hour I wanted to last forever.

I remember being scared you weren t going to fit and it would hurt, Donna said with an undercurrent of humor, trying to break the mood. "I was so glad you didn't pull out a condom or ask me about birth control or anything. There was a danger to the whole thing that made it exciting. We were both with other people in our normal lives and that all sort of just happened. Why didn't you call though? I mean I think I know because I just said it. You admitted the other night you were looking to rectify a