Chapter One

Above the blare of horns, wisecracking truck drivers and low flying aircraft he heard the sweet music of her voice, as she came. Ahhh .... brown-skinned Maria didn’t move as much as she undulated, half covered by the damp sheets, half exposed to the sunlight streaming into the apartment, which was already steamy by ten in the morning. She did her best fucking then, when it was hot. Perhaps because she was reminded of Tijuana where she was born. The best things came out of the heat. Her body glistened sweaty, as his mouth moved from one brown nipple to the next and then to her navel where a little pool of liquid collected as he dripped his frosty beer can over her belly. She’d squealed and jerked like a madwoman. But she wasn’t going anywhere. He had her hands tied overhead, her feet below, just the way she liked her sex. He’d made her lie there from first light until he decided he wanted to have her, until she was stimulated to a peak, until she might have spontaneously orgasmed from the air itself. But then, she would never do that, she liked to get fucked.

He made her take his prick in her mouth first while she remained unable to move. He knelt above her and watched it slide slowly down her throat. In and out of her, the thick erection was bathed inside her wet mouth, made larger by her lips sucking. About to ejaculate, but not quite, he pulled away and took her between her thighs. She struggled with the ropes at her wrists and ankles, wanting to pull up her thighs, wrap her legs around his ass and use her hands to scratch his back so it would look like he’d been flailed with a whip.

He couldn’t hold back when she orgasmed a second time. Then she squeezed him with her inner muscles and he shot off, while each hand held a full breast in its grip. The hard rhythmic beating of groin to groin raised the sound of her voice like a new melody into a day already filled with sound. He liked the music of her voice above the other noises in the air.

“You piss me off!” Maria shouted throwing a pillow at a naked Tad Stone. She was seconds away from cussing him out in Spanish — a really bad sign for a sweet tempered senorita.

“Hey! Cut that out!” he barked back. “You got what you wanted.”

“I never get what I want,” she shouted.

“I told you, babe, I don’t do well with romance.”

“You ass! Get out!”

“Yeah, well after I shower.”

“Now!”

He laughed, ignoring her, then showered and left the apartment, dropping a few bills on the table by the door. It wasn’t that he had to pay her, but she needed the money, and instead of romance, it softened her bite.

***

The newsroom buzzed with activity, with the sounds of computer keys, telephones and laughter. Inside the office on the far wall, behind the glass windows, the willowy blonde sitting at her desk peered over her glasses that were poised at the tip of her nose. She was missing one quarter of her staff and s