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  He moved fast, slipping into her office, frowning when she stepped back. He closed the door behind him, leaning back against it.

  “I’ve missed you, Bailey.”

  The deep silky cadence of his tone carried an intimacy that sent a delicious shiver through her. The way he said her name made her want to throw herself into his arms.

  Women, like the two in the bar, probably fell at his feet all the time, and she sure as hell didn’t plan to be one of them.

  Struggling not to rub her thighs together, she lifted a brow, forcing a smile.

  “What happened? You get lost on your way to town? I’ve been right here.”

  Mortified at the hurt that came through, she turned away. “Forget it. What do you want?”

  He lifted a brow, his eyes glittering as he leaned close, running a finger down her arm from behind before turning her to face him.

  His eyes seemed to darken even more as they held hers. He ran a finger from her jaw to her chin and then to her throat, tracing where the bruises had faded. “If I told you what I want from you, Bailey Knox, you’d run screaming into the night.”

  He smiled, a flash of white that made her stomach clench. “Of course, that wouldn’t stop me at all.”

  His gaze went lower, lingering on her breasts and making her nipples tingle.

  “For now, let’s just say that I couldn’t stay away from you any longer. I keep thinking about the way you felt in my arms, and I’m very much looking forward to having you there again.”

  Slanting a look at him, she inwardly cursed at the rush of moisture and the growing awareness in her pussy.

  “Hmm. Really? I haven’t given it another thought.”

  Gripping her shoulders, he began to massage gently, bending close and touching his lips to her ear, chuckling when she shivered.

  “Liar. You’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed you. Did you think I didn’t notice that you got aroused as soon as we walked through the door? Your nipples are pressing against your shirt, your eyes have that clouded look to them that makes me crazy, and your breathing isn’t quite steady. Your heart is racing, and my cock came to attention the second I saw you. That pussy’s already wet for me, isn’t it, Bailey? You want me every bit as much as I want you. The scent of you—the scent of your arousal—is close to driving me insane to have you.”

  Bailey fisted her hands at her sides as another surge of longing went through her, each wave stronger and more consuming than the last. Hoping to get a grip on herself, she shrugged off his hands and hurriedly moved out of his arms to squeeze into the small space behind her desk.

  “I think you and your friend are full of shit. You claim to smell all sorts of things that you couldn’t possibly smell. If it’s a line, I’m not biting.”

  Plopping into her old, dilapidated chair, she gave him a smile of amusement and raised a brow, not about to let him see how badly she wanted to jump him.

  “So, what do you want to do? Fuck me right here on my desk?”

  Coming around the side of her desk, James seated himself on the corner, effectively blocking her in, his big body positioned between her and the door.

  To her surprise, he appeared to consider her question, his eyes narrowing for just a few seconds before he nodded once.

  “Fuck it. If that’s the way you want it—sure. Why not?”

  He moved so fast she didn’t manage more than a yelp as he bent, lifted her, and dropped her onto his lap to straddle him in a move that required a great deal of strength—one that impressed the hell out of her.

  With his hands on her hips, he moved her slit over his cock, his eyes narrowed as they lingered on her small breasts, making her nipples tingle with the need for his touch.

  “We wanted you, you know. This week we spied on you to make sure you were all right.”

  Surprised, she opened her mouth to ask why she hadn’t seen them, but he pressed a finger over her lips before she could speak.

  “We couldn’t come near you. We wanted you so much and it terrified us, but we wanted to make sure you didn’t have any lasting effects of the attack.”

  Gathering her against him, he pressed his cock against her slit.

  “I was scared of hurting you. I was scared of how you made me feel. I could see that you were scared, too. The need is strong, isn’t it, honey?”

  Pushing against him so she could see his face, she rocked her hips, moaning at the feel of his cock pressed against her slit.

  “And you’re not scared anymore?”

  James grinned. “Honey, you terrify the hell out of me, but I’ve come to grips with it and decided maybe it’s time we scare the hell out of each other.”

  Gripping his shoulders, she sucked in a breath as another jolt of heat went though her. Arching her back, she pressed her slit against the hard bulge of his cock, pushing her breasts out in invitation. She hated giving in to him so easily, but the pleasure and the promise of more was just too much to resist.

  “James! Holy hell, that’s good.”

  Threading his fingers through her hair, he cupped her face, using his thumbs to lift her chin until her eyes met his. He smiled, the tension around the edges unmistakable.

  “Scary, isn’t it? We’ve barely touched, and you want me inside you every bit as much as I want to sink into you and feel that sweet pussy ripple all around my cock.”

  Clenching his jaw, he loomed over her, running his thumbs back and forth over her bottom lip, his eyes flashing.

  “I’ve spent days imagining burying my cock inside you. I’ve woken up in the middle of every fucking night hard as a rock with wanting you, and no amount of jerking off even comes close to satisfying me. You’ve ruined me, Bailey. I don’t want any other woman, and I would want to kill any other man who touches you. I think that goes way past good.”

  Bailey trembled with nerves and need, each vying for supremacy. God, she wanted him. She’d never before experienced such excitement, such total loss of control in a man’s arms the way she did when he or Marc touched her.

  She didn’t want to give up a single minute of it.

  Tugging his hair, she pulled him closer, her breath mingling with his.

  “You’re good at sweet talk, too, but I’m not that gullible. You’ve stayed away too long to have wanted me that way. You’re here now, though, and I want you. I don’t know if I can wait until the bar closes. Why don’t we go up to my apart—”

  With one hand in her hair and the other at her back, he pulled her against him and took her mouth in a scorching kiss that left her breathless. Each stroke of his tongue over hers created an answering tug to her clit, his kiss so intimate and possessive, she found herself melting against him. A thrill went through her each time one of those growls rumbled in his chest, the sound of it both alarming and darkly erotic.

  Lifting his head, he sipped at her lips, the tension in his body pressed against hers telling her he was just as affected by their play.

  “I want you too much to put it off until later. The only reason I stayed away from you is because I had to come to terms with some things. That’s done. I won’t be staying away from you anymore.”

  His deep voice, so sexy and full of intent, washed over her in rippling waves, the promise in it too irresistible a lure to allow her to attempt to play any games with him.

  She wanted him too much to do anything but give in to her need for him.

  Her breasts swelled against his chest, her nipples tight. Her pussy clenched repeatedly, her clit swollen and aching for attention. She couldn’t deny the thrill that went through her at his admission, but she wouldn’t allow herself to believe that it was any more than physical. She just knew that she wanted him with an intensity that wouldn’t be denied.

  The muted sounds of music and conversation came through the thin walls, reminding Bailey that others were in the bar. She’d never ignored her responsibilities before, but right now the entire bar could fall around her ears and she wouldn’t care.

  Ja
mes worked her shirt up, freeing her breasts to fall into his waiting hands, and covered her mouth again, swallowing her soft cries of pleasure.

  Rubbing her slit against the hard bulge of his cock, she pushed her breasts more fully into his hands, crying out against his mouth again when he gave her nipples the attention she needed. Grabbing his arms, she moaned at the light tug of her nipple, loving the feel of his hands on her bare flesh.

  Her body tingled everywhere, shaking so hard she had trouble holding on to him. She shivered, loving the feel of his fingers sliding over the underside of her breasts.

  James lifted his head, his eyes dark and hooded and flaring when she moaned.

  “I’ve got to taste you.” With a hand wrapped in her hair, he pulled her head back and cupped her breast, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipple a little harder than before. Keeping his eyes on hers, he studied her reaction, groaning with each deep breath he took.

  “I’m going to spread those thighs and eat you up. Lick you and suck that clit until you come against my mouth. Imagining it is one of the things that keeps me awake at night.”

  The low timbre of his tone almost made her come on the spot. Her clit throbbed at his erotic threat as though he’d already touched her there. She could clearly imagine that same tone as he reached for her in the dark, the husky need it in vibrating deliciously over her skin.

  Lifting her, he turned and placed her on the desk, shoving everything aside to make a place for her.

  He ripped open her jeans, making short work of stripping them and her panties down to her ankles.

  “James!” Being exposed turned her on even more, especially at a time and in a place she hadn’t expected it. Even though she knew no one could see them, seeing and hearing people just on the other side of the glass mirror added a level of danger that excited her.

  Not wanting them to hear her cries, she bit her lip at the look on James’s face, a look that said he wouldn’t be denied. That determination combined with the look of tender affection in his eyes proved to be irresistible. Her heart melted at the slight smile he gave her as he adjusted her to his liking.

  He ran his hands over her thighs, squeezing slightly as though testing the feel of her.

  “Soft and firm, with a little tremble that tells me that I’ve managed to shake you up a little. Let’s see if I can shake you even more.”

  Arching in invitation, she tried to smile, but didn’t quite manage it when he ran a hand down her abdomen to her mound and tugged the curls there.

  “Do your worst.”

  With a slow smile, James slid his hands higher and tugged both of her nipples simultaneously, grinning when she cried out and arched higher to relieve the sharp pull.

  “This isn’t the time or place for my worst, honey, but I’ll do my best to hold your attention.”

  Her clit felt as if it might explode as he emitted another of those sexy-as-hell growls, her excitement and touch of fear at his almost animalistic hunger driving her own need even higher. She cried out at the ease with which he lifted her legs high and wide and buried his face between them. His wide shoulders kept them spread, her ankles effectively tied together by the material bunched around them.

  “Consider this a little down payment on what I’m going to do to you as soon as I get the chance.” Parting her folds, he lowered his head, his hands tightening on her hips to hold her when she squirmed.

  The feel of his hot tongue on her clit nearly sent her through the ceiling.

  The friction of the rapid series of flicks of his tongue over the delicate flesh proved to be so intense, she froze for several breathtaking seconds as her body and mind struggled to absorb the sensation. The sharp pleasure hit her fast and hard, so extreme that she’d already started coming before she could get over her shock enough to move.

  The pressure exploded, washing over her in wave after wave of sizzling heat that burst from her clit outward, showering her in sparks that seemed to touch her everywhere. She thrashed on her desk, grabbing handfuls of his hair in an attempt to hold on to something solid as her body arched, tightening so much that it made her movements jerky and uncoordinated.

  Her orgasm went on and on, the low growls coming from him adding to the incredible excitement. She shuddered beneath him, her cries becoming desperate whimpers when he showed no signs of slowing.

  He seemed determined to lick every drop of her juices from her, even as each flick of his tongue created more.

  Through it all, those low growls hummed through her, adding an excitement all their own. Overcome by his own obvious pleasure in her, she closed her eyes, surprised at the sharp tug to her emotions.

  The ensuing vulnerability hit her hard.

  His tongue stabbed repeatedly into her pussy, stroking her inner walls and setting off another string of sizzling jolts that made her pussy and bottom clench. The awareness in both openings never failed to disarm her, the incredible naughtiness of it something she’d only experienced with Marc and James.

  He licked her clit again, the shock to the too-sensitive bundle of nerves making her jump so hard she would have fallen off the desk if not for his hold.

  “James, oh God. I can’t take any more. Take me. Come here, damn you.” She fought to sit up, hoping that while he took his pleasure, she would lose the alarming defenseless feeling, but he merely lifted her hips higher, holding her thighs in an iron grip and refusing to let her up.

  Lifting his head slightly, he slid two fingers into her pussy. “I want more. Come again.”

  The deep dominance in his tone had her pussy clenching as a series of mini orgasms rippled through her.

  Alarmed at her own response, she pushed at him, shaken by such intensity during sex.

  His seemingly endless hunger for her stirred up her own, and even before the last shimmers of her orgasm had the chance to fade away, she found herself climbing again.

  She didn’t know herself like this. She had no idea pleasure could be so all consuming. It scared her on several levels that he and Marc both seemed to be able to release something inside her she never even knew existed.

  Her clit pulsed beneath his tongue, her skin tingling everywhere his hands and mouth touched, the electric sizzling making it impossible to concentrate on any one sensation.

  Heat filled her, surrounded her, his magical tongue and lips in constant motion as though he wanted to get every single drop of her juices, while his attention there kept her body constantly giving him more.

  The growling sound rumbling from him provided a delicious vibration against her clit that nearly sent her through the roof.

  The effect proved to be even stronger than her vibrator, sending her soaring into orbit. Tugging his hair, she cried out in alarm when her vision blurred.

  “James. Take me. James. I mean it. Fuck me, damn you!”

  Her sharp tug to his hair seemed to bring him back to the present. Shaking his head, he groaned, staring down at her, his lips shiny with her juices.

  “Fuck, Bailey. I can’t stop. I want to eat you alive. I can’t get enough. I need more.”

  Lifting her from the desk, he sat in her office chair and pulled her down to straddle him, her feet tucked immobile behind his back, leaving her wide open.

  His ragged breathing and the barely restrained tension in his tone made her feel only marginally better. “I should have known that once I touched you, I was finished. God, Bailey.”

  The desperation in his voice got to her, as did the combination of her own need and the cock pressing against her slit.

  Not about to be denied, and practically naked, she pressed herself against him, fisting her hands in his hair.

  “Don’t you dare think about walking away from me now!”

  James cupped her face, his eyes going dark and mysterious, holding hers.

  “Something tells me that’s something you’re never going to have to worry about.”

  Every part of her body became hypersensitive, the need inside her growing like ne
ver before, a hunger that demanded to be satisfied. Her arousal had grown to the point that tears stung her eyes, her body so desperate for his possession that she would have fucked him in the middle of the crowded bar to get relief. Needing to feel his naked flesh against hers, she started ripping at his shirt, popping buttons in her haste to get near him.

  She’d never felt so primitive before, so wild and hungry for physical pleasure. She rocked her hips, unable to stay still.

  Her insides clenched, her body so tight and hot it made her weak and clumsy. She rubbed herself against him, unashamed of her hunger.

  “Damn it, James. You’d better fuck me. Oh, hell. Please tell me you have a condom.”

  His lips moved over hers, his hands digging into her bottom cheeks and pulling her slit against his cock as he lifted her to the hard surface of the desk again.

  “I was coming to see you. Of course I have condoms.”

  His hands moved over her, caressing and squeezing, his mouth hungry on hers. “Christ, I want you. Wait.” He straightened, groaning when she clung to him and followed. “Wait, honey. Damn it, Bailey, be still a minute so I can get it out of my pocket. Fuck. My cock’s going to explode. God, you feel good. When I get inside you, I’m never fucking leaving.”

  Bailey went still when he produced a condom and reached for the fastening of his jeans. Her pussy clenched, releasing even more moisture to coat her thighs. It amazed her how close she was to coming again, the first warning tingles making her clit pulse and swell even more.

  “James, hurry! I need to come again. How the fuck did you do this to me?”

  The door to her office opened, startling a cry from her. Seeing it was Marc sent a thrill through her she didn’t have time to assimilate. Her pulse leapt and desire exploded.

  To her further surprise, James made no attempt to cover her, caressing her in front of Marc even as he looked up.

  “You joining us?”

  Oh, God. Yes!

  Marc took a deep breath, a storm brewing in his eyes, one that she wanted to meet head-on.

  “I didn’t think you’d heard it. Take her upstairs. There’s trouble.”

  That got her attention.