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“Let Me Love You” is a tale of love and sacrifice and a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point, like in the old days, and then the entire book will be posted for full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife, The Other Side of Love, She Works Hard for the Money & Ravenous)

Enjoy, Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

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If you don’t know, Dreams of Reality is the experiment that happened on unsuspecting women that is referred to. Read the whole horrible thing by clicking here. That’s my first published book.

I’m a bit backed up with posting because I had a wonderful FB live talk with a bookclub. OMG it was so much fun. They were all gathered around the laptop in Deleware and I was on the other screen listening in while they discussed Beautiful. And then they would ask me questions all around the table. It was great listening and being asked about different parts of the book and my history in writing the book.

Thank you guys for inviting me. I’d love to do that again so contact me if you want me at your next book meeting.

Okay, to the story. Yeah, you would be thinking I’m done with the love scene, but nope. We had to add a little bit more. Ha Ha

Enjoy… Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

Moving behind her and when she turned to him, El pulled up her dress to remove it from her body. His hands moved around her body, caressing her skin as if relishing the touch of her while pulling her to him. She loved how his member pressed up on her body, just above her groin, thick and occasionally pulsing on its own. 

El coolly answered her question. “His footsteps. He’s about six feet, wiry, about one seventy-five to one-eighty and about the mid-seventies, although his voice may suggest younger.”

“Oh damn, that was pretty good. How do you see through doors, El?” she asked.

“Just like I can shoot a peanut at a thousand yards,” he said. “Training. Very hard torturous training.”

They moved under the comforter and covered together. She surmised he wasn’t ready to get away from her so soon, and she liked that. “What training, El? Where you met that detective? You were in the army?” 

“It was a division of the army, but I didn’t enlist willingly. I chose to train with their SERE team for four years or go to jail for twenty.” He pulled her body to him until she was lying on top of his chest, looking down at his face.

“What did you do for that punishment?” 

El moved his arm behind his head to look at her as he causally answered, “I stole some food. I think the judge just wanted to throw a street kid in jail and knew I wouldn’t accept. I was lighter than this, and I knew I’d get my ass walloped in juvie.  Being of mixed origin is harder for a guy than a girl. My sister always had it easier, but the older I became, the harder life seemed. I was only sixteen, but I was so damn hungry I broke into this house which I thought was empty for the winter. X told me about some houses in Boston Edison where the owners go down to better temps during the winter, and I thought I could get in and out. Well, the owners left their dog, and I had to kill the dog to get out of there. Unfortunately, the house belonged to a judge, and that was really the punishment for killing his dog.”

Iris never thought she’d be lying in bed casually talking with the most gorgeous boss in the world after sex, and she was enjoying herself immensely. “What’s SERE?”

“Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape. Salacious was my lieutenant until I punched him in the face, and then I had to sit in a cell for my last two months of service, but that was on a dare from his cousin Blaque, who served with us when she felt like it.”

“You don’t look like someone who gives in to a dare, El.”

“I’m not, but if Blaque wants you to do something, you fucking do it, or she’ll make your life a living hell – that’s what I learned the hard way, so when she said, I dare you to punch Salacious in the fucking mouth, it wasn’t really a dare. It was an order.”

“Is that why he hates you?”

“Along with a lot of other things. There’s a long list when it comes to Salacious.” He smiled wickedly, and she knew he remembered the long list. “There is a side of a pinkie toe missing while he was sunning on the roof. Just a flesh wound, but that was a dare as well, although he couldn’t prove it was me.”

“So you were close with Blaque? That’s why this Salacious detective is jealous?”

El shrugged. “As I said, whatever Blaque wants, she gets, and she likes making people uncomfortable. Especially when she knows you don’t like her.” He flinched a little.

Whatever it was, he wasn’t happy about it. Iris had experienced so much trauma she could sense it in others, and whatever Blaque had done to him was deeply traumatic. 

Changing the subject, Iris said, “I guess I should tell you what I remembered and what my aunt reminded me of.”

“I’m listening, Iris. Please. I want you to get through this.” 

It felt damn good hearing him say those words to her. Someone was listening to her. And it felt wonderful. 

Yet, she had to tamp down her excitement because El had told her he only helped her to make his job easier. Iris started from when she left him at the big white house and why. Her brain had put pieces together, and once she’d gotten home, Aunt Rose’s revelation answered the holes in her memory and past.

“That must be some powerful mind drugs your father has his hands on. If his debt and Dwayne’s debt are so large, why isn’t he trying to get it back on the black market?”

“Back?” Iris questioned.

“From what you’re telling me, I’m sure your father was involved in a black market drug experiment some years ago, and the doctors in charge were either killed or served time in jail, but the chemist was never found,” El explained. “The depravity you’ve revealed goes deep, and your father had to have been experimenting on your mother for years and years.” There was a touch of sadness in his voice. “From what I heard, the long-term effects of the chemicals sent women into hysteria and dementia.”

Remembering Aunt Rose’s discussion about her mother’s last hours of life saddened her, and she needed to change the subject so she wouldn’t drown in the sadness that was starting to creep in. “So, you weren’t always this rich, powerful businessman?” 

El shifted uncomfortably.  “We stayed in the projects. My mother’s folks abandoned her when she got pregnant by one of her white Johns who said he loved her. He took care of her until he was swindled out of his fortune by another and killed himself. She turned to drugs and overdosed, leaving my sister and me barely surviving and avoiding the state trying to put us in foster care. It wasn’t just stealing food. I’d doctored many official papers to keep us in the projects and for school; Really good papers. The government wanted to make sure I was lost somewhere, hence SERE.  But once Blaque knew of my skills, in return for teaching her, she taught me how to be invaluable to my platoon.” 

Iris unexpectedly yawned, feeling the serotonin from good sex kicking in. 

“You keep your hair short to hide your ethnicity, don’t you?”

One corner of his lip raised. “Your unconscious observations are good, Iris.”

“I don’t understand it, but I think…” Another yawn came through before she could finish. “You would look nice showing your curly hair, El.” The sleepy monster was beating her ass. “I’ll understand if you have to go,” she said, feeling herself drift off to sleep, laying her head on his chest. 

“Iris,” he called quietly.

“Yes?” she asked, closing her eyes but forcing herself to listen.

“I need you to be safer, and I don’t think you will be safe from your father staying here.”

Another yawn escaped. “Aunt Rose said the same thing. She said to ask you…” She wasn’t sure what she said after that because she let sleep win.

Iris didn’t know how long she had slept, but when she awoke, it was still dark outside, and she smiled, pleased to see El was still there and sleeping in the same position she had left him in, complete with both hands behind his head to prop himself up. In her sleep, her hand had wandered down to rest on his flaccid shaft. His thickness was still retained, and she wickedly smiled, remembering how hard he had become just before he ejaculated inside of her, stretching deliciously full.

Licking her lips, Iris slipped under the cover, wanting to quell her curiosity about tasting him as he had tasted her. Their sexual scent was still strong and aroused her immensely. She assumed he enjoyed their sexual smell because he did not try to put anything under his nose. 

She was almost drooling as she neared her face to his groin, careful not to wake him, nearly trembling at the indecent oral thoughts running through her head, but nervous because she had never done something like this. Dwayne had tried to shove himself down her throat, but she threw up instantly, and he’d pushed her away in disgust. 

El made her desire the urge to want to know how he tasted. Since her hand was already in position, lifting him so she could rub her lips over the tip of him was too easy. Then she slowly circled her tongue around, making sure she gave special attention to the glandular before going up and sharpening the tip to lick his meatus thoroughly. Afterward, Iris firmly wrapped her lips around the bulbous head, loving the warmth in her mouth. There was a small pulse from his shaft as the muscles began filling with blood. While in her mouth, she swirled the thick part of her tongue around him as she moved him deeper into her oral cavity until the midshaft was on the flat of her tongue while his tip tickled her tonsils. Her reward from his shaft was to thicken more.

Taking a deep breath, Iris salivated profusely, suckling hard to taste him fully. A dollop of his serum coated her mouth, and she relished the bonus, drew him entirely out of her mouth, and then took him back in repeatedly. Each time, his manhood awarded her with more and more, thickening harder until she could barely get the midshaft past her lip.

“Woman!” El suddenly hissed.

She’d been so involved in bringing his manhood to life that she had forgotten he had been in a deep sleep and had just woken up to feel her pleasuring him with her mouth.

Yet he tasted delicious, and she knew she had to have all of him. Listening to his body, Iris knew what she was doing was just enough to take him over the edge. When she involved her hand to help what her lips couldn’t touch, as her saliva assisted in bringing in closer, Iris moaned as a trickle of his essence hit the back of her throat. 

Hot and thick, Iris gulped repeatedly, loving the long, deep moan with a growl mixed in that she could hear from his chest as more of his juice blasted smoothly down her throat. She giggled breathlessly and gave his meatus a rewarding lick when no more came out before smacking her lips.

El dragged her up, kissing her edaciously as if trying to take back what she had swallowed. Iris matched his energy as he pulled her body under hers, moving between her legs. He was still semi-hardened, and she gasped, feeling him push into her.

“El,” she panted, loving that she was already wet and ready for him. “Oooh, yes,” she urged. 

Between each stroke, El kissed her, and she undulated her body in congruence every time he drove into her body. 

“Fuck!” he cursed, and she could feel him thicken more inside her, moving his hands down to lift her hips, bringing his body up slightly to force her to squeeze her thighs into him. That was it for Iris. The thrumming on the inside and outside all over her vagina detonated a million kilotons of pleasure all over her body.

This man knew exactly what he gave went all the way down to her soul, and the scary part was that Iris didn’t know if she could ever stop wanting the beautiful orgasms El could give to her. 

***

A deep clearing of El’s voice shook her awake, and she looked up at him, but he was looking straight ahead at Clem, standing by the door, still in his pajamas. 

She made sure the comforter properly covered her up. El was still naked under the covers with her, but he didn’t look like he had moved since she had fallen asleep. From her body time, she predicted it was about nearing daybreak. 

“He can unlock doors,” El said with seriousness as if Clem had broken all kinds of laws, and El looked like he wanted to jump out of bed and head for his gun from the way he stared intently at her nephew.

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