Promiscuous

Chapter One A New Case

Welcome to my new story Promiscuous! There will be mature content in this book you have been warned. Let me know what you all think of the cover. Sorry, I had to reword some things it kept flagging the chapter so I apologize for the all the notifications that I posted this like a dozen times haha.

I hope you all like this one and please let me know who you all picture in the way of casting once most the important characters are introduced. =D There is one I left out on purpose in this chapter.

This is dedicated to all my readers new and old, silent and talkative for supporting my work and most of all enjoying it. I hope I can keep entertaining! =D

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A low guttural moan escaped my lips when the orgasm hit. I relaxed into the pleasurable sensations and convulsions stretching languidly on my bed basking in the satiated feeling. My partner, Bradley, placed light kisses on my bare shoulders. I could still feel how hard he was against my thigh as he curled up next to me.

“That was great babe.” Bradley’s voice was still heavy with labored breathing.

I almost rolled my eyes. I was not his ‘babe’ and he was not my only partner, he knew that. He had been getting more attached then I allowed lately, he knew that also. Maybe it was time to cut him loose.

Sitting up I pushed the thoughts to the side and grabbed the hair tie off my oak night stand and pulled the dirty blonde mess into a loose bun. Naked and yawning, I walked out of the room into the adjacent bathroom to clean up.

“I have an early appointment tomorrow, so time to go Brad,” I called from the bathroom and tried to put some playfulness in my tone. I did have a new client meeting the next day. Bradley understood, he was also a P.I. or Private Investigator with a local firm. Me, I worked independently.

“Come on Casey, let me spend the night just once.” He crooned when I emerged still watching me with hungry and horny eyes though I was dressing into my pajamas.

“You know the rules.” I leaned over him and put on a seductive smirk kissing him gently to soothe his disappointment. “No sleepovers,” I said huskily and picked up his pants stuffing them in his lap.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. No sleepovers, or testosterone fueled claims of ‘you’re mine’, no commitment,” he said and reluctantly got out of bed dressing himself. I chuckled lightly and lit a cigarette staring out my window at the sleeping vista of Southern California.

The lights of the city twinkled in the distance below my fifth story apartment. I didn’t quite live in Los Angeles but I was close enough that I could see downtown and beyond that, the grapevine. The only way to tell was the streak of yellow and red car lights that seemed to crawl upwards. As I watched the scene it began to lull me further into a sleepy state that my sexual satisfaction had started.

“Will I see you tomorrow, Mermaid?” Bradley asked. It annoyed me that he used the nickname he made up for my blue/green eyes and he only did so because I said no. I turned around and walked back to the bed snuffing out my cigarette. I really should quit.

“Maybe. If this new client meeting goes well I might try and start work right away. Then I would have to say no, again,” I tried to stifle another yawn and caught the time on my alarm clock. Just past midnight. Damn, had we been going at it for two hours? That must be why I keep him around.

“Right, always working.”

I looked up at him as he leaned over to kiss me goodnight and goodbye.