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mother. “Nothing serious. I’ll get a cab. I’ll meet you two at home.” She kissed Connie on her cheek and gave Del a hug before leaving.
    Life for Taren would have to be better once she got out on her own. Then she would show everyone who doubted her that she could make her own way.

 
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Taren sat at the edge of her couch, breathless. Anticipation coursed through her body, tingling her bare toes that sank in the shag rug covering the hardwood floors in her apartment. She wiggled her digits between the long brown, white, and tan yarns as she kept her attention fixed to the flat-screen TV on the living room wall.
    She didn’t care that the show, Love My Way , hadn’t been on the air in over five years. Each time she viewed it, the show and its characters all seemed real to her.
    No, not characters. Real people. Real situations. Real life.
    She wrapped her arm around her waist and used her free hand to draw a curl into her mouth, a nervous habit she hadn’t done since she played with Barbie dolls. Her flesh felt electrified the longer she watched the action.
    At the next to the last episode in her streaming subscription queue, she crossed her legs, knowing exactly what would be happening. Eagan Morton would be having his way with the final two contestants, Begonia and Sunny.
    The editors had been clever with the surveillance camera footage. Only Eagan and the contestants’ facial expressions were shown. Since the show did appear on Cine-tastic, she got to see the women naked and Eagan’s firm backside as he thrust in and out of Begonia.
    For Taren, that had been enough. She didn’t need to see Eagan’s face. She focused more on his body and the women. Did they like it? Did they want it? Did they want him? From their satisfied expression, she stopped questioning their motives.
    He had them secured differently. He had Sunny on an overhead bar and Begonia on a table. That didn’t prevent him from bringing them both to orgasm several times over. Taren kept her attention on the women’s faces.
    Sunny closed her eyes and arched her back whenever Eagan had touched her. Taren imagined that Eagan’s large hands made her feel captured and controlled. Begonia already had carried the look of love in her eyes. The way she stared at Eagan made Taren’s stomach churn harder and faster than a circus acrobat. In a subtle move, she brushed her hand that she’d had on her waist over her now hardened nipples. The touch alone caused her body to tremble.
    With each stroke and flick she tried recalling the last time she had allowed a man to do that to her, to touch her, to make her come over and over again. She could handle herself with ease, and had in the past too many times to count. 
    Although Eagan looked like a movie star and had the swagger of ten Donald Trumps, Taren didn’t pine over him, only his actions. His look hadn’t enamored her, although Eagan would have no problem seducing any woman he wanted into his bed. She liked seeing him take control. The fact that the person he played with had been African American like her had her even more intrigued with the lifestyle.
    As much as he hated to admit it to herself, she kept thinking about that man she ran into at the builders event a couple of weeks ago. His eyes, those hands, that cleft in his masculine chin. He looked like walking sex. Until he’d spoken and tried telling her about herself, she had seriously thought about giving him her number. Although the man could star in many of her fantasies, she had no interest in seeing him in person again.
    She cupped her breast and released a low moan the longer she watched the trio at work on TV. She brushed her thumb over her hardened nipple as she stared at him as he thrust, slow at first, then faster and faster. He used his large hands to grip thighs and asses.
    Even from her spot on her couch, Taren felt like Eagan controlled her. He made her remain still in her position, watching him, wanting