Namelessly Yours

NAMELESSLY YOURS

By

Mia Loveless

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Namelessly Yours

Copyright © 2012 by Mia Loveless

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Namelessly Yours

What better place to start an anonymous sexual affair, than on the subway? Tamara Jones acts the most reckless and audacious she’s ever done, and it’s with a man she doesn’t even know. All she knew was that any time he touched her, she went wild with wanting. And there seemed no better opportunity to give into her fantasies, than on those few stolen minutes on the subway ride…

Jordan Taylor liked his women hot and juicy, and this honey-hued beauty certainly fit the bill. She made him want to throw caution to the wind for the first time in his life. He would have her again and again on their illicit, anonymous rendezvous, but even that would soon be far from enough…

Chapter One

It was him.

Tamara Jones stole a glance at the handsome stranger as he made his way into the tram. It was Friday night, close to midnight, and just around the usual time he normally showed up on the train. The same stop, the same car. And he looked just as devastating as ever.

Seeing him again almost made it okay that she had to be stuck taking the subway so late during the night – or morning, depending how one looked at it. She’d felt drowsy just a minute ago, but the sudden, welcome sight of him had made her perk up despite herself.

Her handsome stranger had dark raven hair, with thick waves framing close to his nicely shaped head. His square-cut face was striking, all the more so for his light grey eyes, straight, aristocratic nose, and firm, sculpted lips. Hmm, those lips, Tamara thought helplessly, as she sent him another quick look.

He was the kind of man who could enter the vicinity, and just change the whole scenery. Women would look at him with mixed thoughts of appreciation and longing, while the men would glance his way with admiration. He was dressed impeccably; his suit obviously expensive, as was the trench coat he wore over it. He looked like some high-powered lawyer or banker, and she was guessing his age to be around late twenties, or thereabouts.

Tamara wondered if it wasn’t a little pathetic of her to be having a crush on a stranger she only ever saw on the subway. For the past several days, she’d gotten used to seeing him arriving at this same stop. A few times, they’d shared a glance – and once, she’d sent him a tentative smile. When he didn’t smile back, she’d wryly looked away and wondered idly if she wasn’t his type or something.

Tamara had no grand illusions about her looks. Sure, she knew she was hot – but she wasn’t vain into thinking her beauty would stop men in their tracks. And yet she was a woman who was used to getting a fair share of male attention.

Her skin was like toffee. She was average height and had naturally long hair. She kept in great shape, weighed just right for her age – and made sure she wore nice clothes that flattered both her shapely figure and her skin tone. She was twenty-five, and in between relationships. Her last boyfriend had been mixed race, a snotty art collector who’d wanted to turn her into his sex slave. That wouldn’t have been so unbearable a prospect, if she hadn’t discovered he’d also been sleeping with his blonde-haired personal assistant on the side.

And now here she was, having the hots for this nameless stranger who didn’t even seem to know she existed.

That didn’t stop her from wishing and dreaming though.

She knew every detail about his appearance; his height, his lithe, athletic-looking frame, his gorgeous grey eyes. Tamara had dated a white guy in college, if only for a few weeks. She couldn’t remember really being into him – but she could sure see herself being into this one.

He was just the kind of guy she liked: suave good looks, faultless dress sense – and an effortless virility which wafted from him in waves. Just imagining being in bed with a man like him was enough to make her cross and uncross her legs as a thrumming started in her pussy.

Yep, it was, officially, pathetic.

And yet Tamara couldn’t deny that there was something strangely thrilling about fantasizing about this gorgeous stranger, picturing them together in bed – or even getting it on right here on the train.

After all, it was hardly ever crowded, not at this time. In fact, most trips saw this car mostly empty. Tamara had been used to having this car to her until recently.

Tamara shook her head at the thoughts going through her head. What on earth had come over her? She wasn’t even the kind to think like that, about anyone. Not that she was a prude or straitlaced, but she just never had those crazy urges. But then again, maybe she’d never really met anyone who could bring those wild urges to life…

Her eyes kept drawing to the handsome stranger, and she wondered about him, who he could be, what he did. Was he married, or single? Did he have someone he adored, drove him crazy?

No matter how many times she looked away, she felt her gaze coming right back to where he stood in profile, his hand wrapped around a pole to keep steady. There were a few empty seats available, but he probably felt more comfortable standing – or maybe he was keeping it free for old women or something if they had to come on. It felt right to picture him thinking like that. He certainly looked like the gentleman type, she thought with a slight humorous smile to herself.

The train made a stop and more and more people went off, with hardly any coming on. Tamara thought of the distance she had to travel each night, but then reminded herself it would be only for a little while more. Besides, with eye candy like him – she glanced his way one more time –taking the subway wasn’t such a dreary prospect as it usually was.

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He looked idly around the other inhabitants of the car, before his gaze fell her way and she could swear he did a slight double-take. She wondered if it was her new hairstyle, because he’d taken barely any notice of her before now.

But this time, she could tell she’d caught his interest, by the way he kept glancing in her direction. Tamara had to admit she’d begun to take extra care with her dressing and looks ever since she’d noticed that GQ-model type hunks – such as him - frequented the midnight subway.

She hid a smile, keeping her face devoid of expression as the train stopped at the terminal. This time, all the passengers in that section of the train went off – except him. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath, wondering if this was his stop or not. But no; she remembered he was usually on for the long trip, coming off just a few stops from where she would finally alight.

Now they were the only ones in the car, which was the first time that would happen. There were usually a handful of other passengers but it looked like tonight was different, in a lot of ways…

The doors closed, and the train started to move again. Tamara suddenly wasn’t sure what to do or where to look, so she fell her head back on the seat and closed her eyes – afraid that if she didn’t do so, she’d be staring at him again. And that just wouldn’t do, would it? The last thing she’d want is to freak some white guy out for ogling him too damned long…

Then she heard it. His voice. It flowed across time and space and right into her eardrums like the tone of the sexiest kind of music. A voice like that…could make any woman glide readily out of her clothes and into his bed - like a snake being charmed out of its basket. His deep, throbbing voice registered in her senses sooner than his words did.

I thought I was the only one ready to drop off - literally, she heard him say with a friendly smile, shifting his coat and leather case to his left side.

She snapped her eyes open in surprise, and looked directly at him. He was still standing by the pole, which he finally released and started coming her way.

Chapter Two

This was the first time he was actually speaking to her. She felt a prick of annoyance as she suddenly wondered if it was because there was no one else in the car with them. Was he