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  Zero to Sexy

  ISBN # 1-4199-0676-3

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  Zero to Sexy Copyright© 2006 Jan Springer

  Edited by Mary Moran.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Electronic book Publication: August 2006

  This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Warning:

  The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-rotic), and X (X-treme).

  S-ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

  E-rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as “fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.

  X-treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

  Zero to Sexy

  Jan Springer

  Prologue

  Several weeks earlier…

  The instant twenty-seven-year-old Santana spotted Amy Sparks enter the church, something shocking happened inside him. His heart cracked open and his long-buried dreams of finding a woman he could share his life with suddenly flourished. It hit him so fiercely he swore if he hadn’t been sitting, he just might have fallen on his black ass and embarrassed the hell out of himself.

  She was tall. A perfect match for his height. She had a slim, solid build with small perky breasts that pushed nicely against the gathered bodice of her violet bridesmaid dress. With her red hair styled with a tomboyish flair, she looked incredibly cute. The ankle-length dress she wore hugged her curves like a glove and in her hands she held a bunch of purple hyacinths.

  He immediately noticed she wore no wedding band or any other sign she’d been taken since the last time the bride Tangle Sparks had mentioned her youngest sister.

  She had the palest of blue eyes as she stared straight ahead. When she passed him, he sniffed her sweet scent and he groaned inwardly as his body tightened in wicked awareness and his cock hardened in sharp response.

  She took her place at the front of the church beside her sister Beth, the maid of honor, who winked to her. As the wedding proceeded, Santana found it difficult to keep his eyes off the newcomer.

  He knew it was dangerous to feel this way. He shouldn’t think about a future. Not with his past ready to swallow him whole at any time. But Amy looked sweet and delicious and so damned sexy it literally hurt to watch her standing so innocently not more than ten feet away. Standing so close and he could do nothing but watch and wish he was a different man.

  When the ceremony was over, he tried to catch her gaze as an usher guided her down the aisle. She stared straight ahead, but then without warning she turned her head and those pale blue eyes locked onto him.

  Eyes full of unfulfilled sexual heat.

  Jesus. No woman had looked at him like this before. As if she were branding him as her own without even realizing she was doing it. He returned a claiming stare.

  You’re mine, he mouthed in silence.

  Her eyes widened and there was the slightest tremble to her lips as if she wanted to mouth something back. She didn’t, instead her cheeks reddened.

  His hunger for her grew.

  When she ripped her gaze away, he’d never felt so lost in his life. Not even as lost as when his drunken stepfather used to beat the crap out of him.

  When Amy disappeared out of the church, he felt even worse as the harsh tightness of reality swooped in around him and the bitter taste of regret reared its ugly head.

  She was too innocent for him. Too sweet.

  She was white. He was black. There were still people who didn’t approve of such a match. He didn’t give two shits about what others thought about mixed couples but Amy might care. However, the difference in their race wasn’t what stopped him from going after her. It was the darkness from his past that kept him from pursuing any type of personal relationship outside of Kidnap Fantasies.

  He’d do well to remember Amy Sparks was totally off-limits. And he knew he should make sure he never saw her again.

  * * * * *

  Sexual frustration gnawed through Amy as she stood inside the doors of the reception room and said goodbye to the last of the wedding guests. Three o’clock in the morning and Tangle and her new husband Connor had already left for their European honeymoon. Yet she still couldn’t stop herself from eyeing the doorway like some silly little virgin in heat. Watching and hoping the gorgeous African American she’d seen in the church would open the doors, walk in and simply push her up against the wall, taking her right then and there.

  Amy shook her head at the insane thoughts.

  She’d always been attracted to black men, so being drawn to this one hadn’t been a surprise. What had surprised her was that intense look he’d thrown her. A look of deep desire that made her entire body heat at an alarming speed and the breath still in her chest.

  You’re mine, he’d mouthed to her, and within that instant she had become his in every sense of the word.

  Her mind craved to see him again. To see that look in his eyes again. The bold look of a man who wanted to have sex with her. No, more than sex. A man who’d wanted to pleasure her right then and there.

  God help her, but she’d never reacted with such want for a man before. The feeling was awesome and she wanted to pursue it much further.

  He looked quite handsome in a Denzel Washington movie star sort of way. He wore a black suit and a snappy blue tie. He was tall and oh-so broad through his shoulders. His hair was short, curly and black. His face, a smooth dark chocolate brown with a faint five o’clock shadow that caressed his jaw and upper lip. It had made him look both sexy and dangerous at the same time. His dazzling brown eyes had made love to her as she’d passed by him. And his mouth…wow! Those well-defined lips made her so hot she instinctively knew he would nibble her into an orgasm in no time flat.

  Since seeing him, her breasts felt so full and the muscles in her pussy were so tight. She was aware. She was ready.

  Oh yes, for the first time in her life she was sexually ready and craving a man. Lusting after a man she’d never met.

  It was crazy, but it was true.

  She’d read about strangers who met and became incredibly horny simply by being in each other’s company. Heard that they had had sex before they even knew anything about each other. She’d always thought such meetings as silly, immature, irresponsible, not to mention sexually dangerous.

  Now she understood why people did it. Why she would do it when she met him.

  So where the hell was he?

  Chapter One

  Several weeks later…

  “Oh my God! What a weekend fuckfest I had!” Amy’s business partner April’s excited giggle
snapped through the stockroom of their lingerie store Zero to Sexy as she burst in and placed a large cardboard box onto a nearby chair. A moment later April joined her on the floor where Amy had been unpacking the fall line.

  “You didn’t do it all weekend?” Amy laughed teasingly at her friend who in turn winked. Her business partner was a sex addict…at least compared to Amy. That’s probably why she’d been drawn to April in business college, because of her free way of speaking about her varied sex life and her outgoing nature.

  Zero to Sexy. It was an inside joke. Zero, meaning she who got no sex and Sexy meaning her friend who got sex all the time. To the patrons, the name of the store simply meant improving themselves from nothing to sexy.

  “I did! My compliments to KF for a job well done.”

  Amy rolled her eyes at the mention of the kidnap and sexual fantasy organization. Personally, she’d been shocked when over breakfast shortly after she’d come back from her honeymoon, Tangle had told her everything about the sex company including how the men and women recruited by KF enjoyed sex and had no personal hang-ups about pleasuring people for a living.

  At Amy’s insistence over wanting to know the identity of the mysterious black man, her sister had finally revealed her fetish for being kidnapped, her part-time job with the fantasy organization and enjoying red-hot sex with men such as the black man who also worked for the company.

  Santana.

  That’s what Tangle had told her his name was—Santana. She also told Amy not to hold her breath about Santana pursuing her in a personal setting. Aside from the fact he was bisexual, it was against company policy to fraternize romantically with clients, coworkers or their families. Santana was a professional and would know Amy was off-limits.

  Amy had been devastated at the news. Not the bisexual part. Maybe she was being naïve, but she’d long ago accepted that people had various sexual tastes. Who was she to judge anyway? She was looking for no-strings sex and wanted to pursue this fascinating attraction between the two of them.

  What bothered her was her sister’s comment that he wouldn’t pursue her.

  To her delight however, a few days after their conversation she received a delicious KF binder at the shop. Unfortunately, April had confiscated it before Amy had had a chance to look at it.

  Bitch!

  Hell, it was her own fault.

  You snooze. You lose, her inner voice whispered. She desperately wanted that binder back but shyness kept her from begging April to see it or for asking Tangle to send her another one.

  “So? How was it?” she finally dared to ask.

  April closed her eyes and a most satisfied smile crossed her lips. “This man from KF was fan-fucking-tastic. We fucked all weekend. In all kinds of positions. In all kinds of places. God! If I’d known this fantasy place existed, I would never have had to look for boyfriends.”

  “Boyfriends are supposed to be more than sex toys,” Amy replied as she continued to ticket the black negligees she was sure would be this fall’s bestseller for their store.

  “Untrue. Sex is the pivotal point in a relationship,” her friend stated. “If he’s not good in bed, he’s not good out of bed.”

  “Lots of women don’t have daily sex and they are perfectly happy.”

  “At least they get something when they go out looking for it. You, my sweet Zero, have minimal man experience. You’ve got to get yourself experienced. Dabble around. See what’s out there. Get yourself laid. No man these days wants an inexperienced woman in his bed.”

  “Ouch. That hurts,” Amy mumbled as April’s last sentence speared into her. Sometimes April could be a most insensitive bitch, especially when she was on an after-sex high.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be mean.”

  Yeah right.

  “You just don’t know what you’re missing. Sex can be so much fun.”

  “With the right guy,” Amy insisted. “After Ricco, I just haven’t found the right guy. No law against being careful.”

  “Ricco was a class-A jerk. He allowed his job as a crooked cop to give him a God complex. There’s nothing worse than a guy with a God complex.” April shook her head in obvious disappointment, reached up and ripped open the box she’d brought into the room moments earlier.

  From it, she pulled out a smaller box. Slender and white. About twelve inches long and five inches wide.

  “Here. A present. Try it out when you get home.”

  Amy eyed the package warily. “What is it?”

  “A new line we’re going into.”

  “What new line?” Amy asked cautiously as she felt the heavy weight of the box in her hand. “Not plastic flowers again, I hope.”

  April hoisted the bigger box into her arms, stood and winked at Amy.

  “No more plastic flowers, but definitely plastic. We’ll talk about it tomorrow morning. In the meantime, I’m headed for the storage locker to get the rest of this stuff under lock and key. Wouldn’t want you finding it and have us arguing when the customers come in. We’re opening in five minutes. Ta-ta!”

  “Sexy! We agreed no more new lines unless we discuss it…”

  She was talking to empty air. The door to the storage room was already closed and April was humming happily away as if Amy’s complaint meant nothing.

  Crud!

  She hated it when Sexy ordered “surprises” for the store. They were supposed to be partners, dammit!

  But every once in a while April just screwed up and gave in to some stupid salesman who sold her junk they didn’t need. Usually she bought the stuff simply because the guy was cute. Amy on the other hand, never gave in to the charms of a salesman or any other man for that matter.

  After her experience with the arrogant and verbally abusive Ricco, she really wasn’t in the mood for anything serious.

  Except maybe having a fling with the mysterious stranger who’d mouthed the words you’re mine and hadn’t followed up on it, leaving her all hot and bothered.

  Jerk!

  Sighing wearily, she grabbed the pile of black negligees and headed out to the showroom to hang the clothing before they opened the store.

  * * * * *

  Once you go black, you won’t go back.

  Those words echoed in the back of Amy’s mind as she lifted the long, thick black vibrator from the white box April had given her early this morning.

  The adult toy made her immediately think of Santana and her body began to hum.

  Well, this black vibrator certainly would come in handy. Since that wedding, she’d had endless fantasies about the mysterious Santana. He was like an obsession for her. An illusive craving for the mouthed promise of you’re mine.

  Bastard.

  She focused her attention on the sex toy. It looked awesome. Black as dark chocolate. Ten glorious inches long and a girth of three inches. It felt heavy in her hands and looked quite lifelike.

  The silky texture made it appear similar to flesh. Dark raised veins interwove along the entire shaft and it had a massive purple and plum-shaped cock head that had Amy’s vagina clenching with anticipation.

  Damn that April for teasing her with this vibrator. No one knew about Amy’s secret attraction for black men. No one knew she’d always felt an awesome tingle scream through her pussy when she spied a handsome black hunk passing her. That tingle had only roared to wickedly wonderful spasms when she’d first spied the elusive Santana.

  It was hard for her to lie to April. To insist she was waiting for the right guy to come along before she had sex again when in truth she wanted to experience mind-blowing sex without strings. She just didn’t think she had the courage to go out and do it as April did or as her sister Tangle had done through KF.

  Licking her lips, she stared at the toy’s control system. The speed ranged from slow to pulse to thrust to ultra fast and it seemed the answer to a battery-operated boyfriend.

  Too bad it wasn’t the real thing.

  As she admired the toy, she suddenly noticed something
blue and familiar peeking out of the side pocket of her large purse.

  Oh for Pete’s sake! April had finally given back the mini-sized Kidnap Fantasy binder.

  Suddenly the floodgates of excitement opened and things that hadn’t seemed possible a moment ago suddenly seemed achievable. Hmm, maybe her friend and Tangle had the right idea after all?

  Smiling, she grabbed the binder and flipped it open. She couldn’t help but gasp at the colorful close-up picture of a man’s cock buried between a woman’s legs while he pinched her nipples. The woman’s mouth was open in a silent scream. Undeniable pleasure twisted her face.

  Amy’s fingers tightened on the binder as her own nipples began to ache for attention and her lower belly tightened provocatively.

  Do you want to be this woman?

  The question leapt off the page at Amy like a slap in the face.

  Hell, yes I want to be this woman.

  She flipped to another page and bit her lower lip at the delicious color photo of a tangle of flesh. Nude bodies were intertwined. Men. Women. An orgy.

  Whew! It was getting hot in here.

  On yet another page, her breath caught at the picture of a muscular black man going down on some gorgeous white woman. The words beneath the photo had her blowing out her breath and her body responding quite nicely.

  Oral sex. What a tasty way to have dessert.

  “Oh yeah. Bring it on KF,” Amy muttered as the wicked flame of lust took hold.

  Another photo on the opposite page showed a bound woman being fucked by a fucking machine. A naked, very well-hung man stood nearby wielding a whip. There were pink marks lashing the woman’s breasts.

  Is BDSM your scene? Let Kidnap Fantasies be your expert in pleasure-pain.

  Ouch! No, she didn’t think BDSM was for her.

  She flipped past that section and continued to other sections in the binder. The provocative pictures made her flush even more.