Crime and Passion

By A.K. AKRahman

Peter Webb lives an ordinary suburban life as an ordinary bank worker in Toronto. He has an ordinary marriage with ordinary kids. In fact everything about Peter and his life is ordinary, until the day Meredith walks into his life like a summer breeze. Her sexual aura awakens passions that have lain dormant in Peter for years. Soon he is obsessed with her, but he is convinced she is out of his league, twenty years younger but far more experienced in the bedroom. However, Meredith is a girl who knows what she wants and usually gets it. Little by little, she draws Peter into her sexual web. They embark on an affair so passionate that Peter's sexual exploits are far greater than anything he has experienced in the past. Meredith is a demure and professional lawyer by day and a demanding, insatiable lover by night. As the line between love and lust becomes blurred, Meredith reveals her dark past. Suddenly her demands extend beyond the bedroom, threatening to shatter Peter's peaceful suburban lifestyle...

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.K. AKRahman
• Release date: May 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463976487

A.K. AKRahman

A.K. Rahman is a pseudonym and the first erotica novel by the author. Based in Canada, the author has a deep affection for Toronto and its people and hopes that people enjoy reading it as much as the author enjoyed writing it.

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Crime And Passion

Copyright 2020 A. K. Rahman

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Table of Contents

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

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 1

When Peter first saw her, he thought his eyes would fall out of their sockets. It was in the place he least expected to meet anyone interesting. His office floor was crowded and mundane, full of stuffy lawyers who wore their hair in buns (even the guys sometimes!) and rarely dropped their guard to even smile good morning. Yet she breezed in like a burst of sunshine illuminating the darkest cave. The new girl, striding confidently through the office in a simple yellow summer dress cut just above the knee, that accentuated her luscious dark features perfectly. It showed off her shapely, tanned legs, ending with a pair of black ankle length booties. However, it was the hair that caught his attention. It fell in waves of chestnut brown laced with streaks of golden yellow, and the simple curls fell softly around her olive skin. It was tousled but not untidy; it hinted at a streak of rebelliousness, in sharp contrast to the taut, pulled back hair most of the office women wore.

He must have been staring from his cubicle because as she strode past, she noticed him. Her clear brown eyes fixed on him from under long, thick lashes. Her smoky red lips turned up in the merest hint of a smile as she swept past, and those curvy eyelashes fluttered briefly at him. When she ambled past like a carefree bird, he found he was breathless.

The rest of Peter’s afternoon was highly unproductive. His concentration levels were high, but not on the boring sets of numbers before him. The vision of the goddess in the yellow dress had been branded in his mind’s eye. He caught himself heading to the lunchroom for another needless coffee in the hopes of accidentally bumping into her, but the rest of the day was barren.

During the train journey home, surrounded by sweaty, snoring commuters occasionally breaking wind, he blotted them out by thinking of her. Peter fervently hoped she was not just a visitor, out of his life as quickly as she had stormed into it. Wow, he didn’t even know her name.

His evening was much like any other, spent clearing up after dinner as his wife Laura curled up on the sofa watching Law and Order, sipping her wine contentedly. He acted as chauffeur to his teenage children’s activities. Kyla’s passion was swimming and Daniel was a hockey goalie. It was the suburban ideal. Man, in his late forties, a wife and two children (not quite the standard 2.4, which would be weird anyway) and a comfortable house in the boonies, forty kilometres from the city. He could never say he was unhappy, but was he fulfilled? He certainly wasn’t in the sack, that’s for sure. It was summertime and he was hornier than ever, but kids on summer break invariably stayed up late. Whenever he tried to get amorous with Laura, she would push his puckered lips away with a strong hand. Stop it, the kids are still up. She seemed to prefer her wine than his attention, so once again he would go to sleep with a raging, unfulfilled erection.

That was urban home life. Just when you thought life was fine, not terribly exciting, admittedly, but comfortable and safe, something came along that tossed it all upside down. Something you suddenly wanted that you never knew existed before. Peter felt an inner turmoil, a sense of guilt, because he wanted something that was unattainable, that he had no right to even wish for. Lying in bed, his wife’s heavy breathing oscillating like pan pipes next to him, he berated himself for being such an idiot. Eventually he drifted into a deep sleep, and his vivid dreams were all in yellow.

He had not noticed, but Laura did. You’re spending more time than usual grooming yourself. You’ve brushed your side parting three times now, she mocked him, running her long fingers around his ever-so-slightly thinning hair. New girl at the office is it? she joked.

As if! he shot back nervously. Jesus, had Laura started to read his mind as well now?

It was a warm day, and the air conditioning hummed noisily around the office, ruining his concentration. The bank was cutting corners left, right and centre. Soon they would probably sell the Tower and his window over the Toronto condos and a crumbling Gardiner Expressway would be gone forever. Enjoy it while you can, he thought, abandoning the securitization report on his desk and heading for the lunchroom. It was about three and he had not seen the new girl all day. Maybe she was just a vision in a beautiful dream, or worse still she had just been a visitor for the day.

Facilities had installed a new Starbucks machine, a type of belated thank you for the extra unpaid hours the bank had forced the legal team to work as they closed on a major acquisition. A social media recognition in the bank's Intranet journal and a new coffee machine. Yeah, definitely worth all the extra hours apart from his family. Alone for now, he grabbed a cappuccino and slurped at it, the cream making a white moustache over his upper lip.

He stopped short, rooted to the spot. The new girl swept into the room through the glass door as he stood over the kitchen. The same sweeping hair framing a soft, almond shaped face of extraordinary exoticism. The same athletic bare legs and booties, and a similar dress, this time a shimmering China blue. He must have been staring again, because she flashed that gorgeous smile with playful eyes.

Hi, she said simply.

Hi, was all he could reply.

I’m Meredith, she smiled broadly, teeth dazzling, and extended a hand.

He reached out and took her hand. It was warm and soft like a velvet glove. Peter Webb.

She smiled again and ripped off a paper towel. Pleased to meet you, Peter Webb. You have a cappuccino moustache. Allow me. She reached forward and gently dabbed his upper lip. Her face and body only inches from his, the aroma of wild jasmine, sensuous and untamed, pervaded his senses. Wow, she smelt good. Her touch, even through the medium of a paper towel, electrified his body. Thank you, he stammered.

I’m the new girl, she said. Retail law. How boring is that? She laughed at her own self-deprecating joke and Peter laughed along, like a captured passenger on a roller coaster.

I know your new. I think I would have noticed you before. Jesus did I just say that? he thought.

Ooh, smooth talker. I like that. She licked her lips deliciously and Peter’s brain was racing.

What about you?

Corporate, he replied. I deal with all the companies that support the bank.

That sounds fascinating, she replied.

You would say that. You’re just being polite.

No, I mean it. It’s an area I want to know more about. She spun a finger around her hair flirtatiously. Perhaps you could take me through it. If you have time that is.

Peter hesitated, because he was thinking that he could have a hundred deals that closed tomorrow clamouring for his attention. He would still find the time. S-Sure, I’d love to, he stammered.

She smiled again, eyes dancing. Good, it’s a date, she said playfully. I’ll send you a calendar invite.

She lightly ran her manicured fingers along his arm and her gentle touch sent his senses into a spin. At that moment the electrical charge was severed as the tubby, morose woman from Internal Audit barged in, scratching her armpits. Later, whispered Meredith as she lightly stepped out of the glass door and gave a subtle wave as she disappeared along the corridor. Peter stood motionless, peering at the space she had vacated before the woman with the itchy armpits pushed past him to the sink, filling his view and snapping him out of his reverie. He didn’t mind.

For the rest of the afternoon he barely touched his securitization report. If he had been unproductive the day before, the rest of that afternoon he pretty much retired from active service.

Chapter 2

The next day he saw Meredith only once, and that was from a distance. It was an intense day for him, partly catching up from his lack of productivity the day before, although he did take frequent walks in the hope of accidentally bumping into her. It was on one of those walks he saw her at the other end of the walkway by the side of a row of open plan desks. She was just about to pass through the door to the reception area as he gazed at her, an apparition of beauty like a flower in the desert. She suddenly looked up, as if a sixth sense told her that he was staring from thirty yards away. Her face beamed and she gave a cute little half wave, and then she was gone, leaving her vision lingering in his memory for the rest of the day. Tomorrow was Friday, yet suddenly the weekend did not seem so appealing. It would be a weekend without any interaction with Meredith. He was just mulling this over when his email pinged, and the calendar invite came through. He smiled at the prospect of thirty minutes with Meredith all to himself to show her everything he did. Eleven o’clock tomorrow. He smiled to himself, wishing it could be eleven at night instead.

From the time he arrived in the office just before nine to his first calendar appointment at eleven, he did little but think about Meredith. He made some notes on what to explain so he would not appear completely clueless about his work. He thought about how he should come across. Strong intellect, very professional, a great person to work with, but not boring. He rehearsed in his mind the things he would say to her. He didn’t want to come across as the type of person he really was. A middle-aged man with a wife and two kids whose idea of a wild night out was dashing out to Tim Hortons for a coffee and doughnut past midnight. He had to make himself