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  A startled look passed over her features as she stared at his outstretched hand. But then she blinked and placed her fingers in his palm. He helped her up and pulled her close, trapping their joined hands between them, while his other moved to rest lightly at the small of her back. It took all his willpower to keep it from straying south. The dress molded the curves of her ass just right, and he burned to slide his hand over them, to draw her into him. With her heels, she was only a few inches shorter than he. It would take just a small tug to position his cock exactly where he wanted it to be. He inhaled deeply and the fruity scent of her shampoo pleased him. No strong spicy perfumes for Ms. Harris.

  Danielle ran her hand down his back, from his shoulders to the base of his spine, pausing to explore every bone, every muscle. He suppressed the moan building in his chest. Dancing with her, the feel of her wrapped in his arms, moving against him, sent his senses soaring. “This is nice,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if she meant him or the dance.

  She freed her hand and used both palms on his butt to mold her full length against him. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “But this is better.”

  He sucked in a breath as her breasts pressed into his chest and his cock met the relative softness of her belly. Could she feel how hard he was? When she twisted her hips, teasing him, he knew she did.

  He tried to step back, to put some space between them, but she stopped him by squeezing her arms, effectively trapping him against her. “It’s all right,” she murmured.

  Her breath, sweet raspberry scented, feathered his lips. Desire roared in his veins, and he was unable to withstand the siren’s call of her mouth. With a groan, he seized her lips and ran his tongue along their seam, teasing her until she opened up to him. Their tongues met in a glorious tangle. Sliding, swirling, surrounding. Reining himself in, he took the time to explore every corner of her mouth, every tooth, the hardness of her palate and the softness of her inner cheeks. He tasted it all.

  And in the process, he lost himself. Everything disappeared except for her. His hand slipped into the slit of her skirt. He stroked the soft skin of her outer thigh and slowly moved inward. She moaned and widened her stance, giving him access. As his hand moved between her legs to cup her pussy, he froze.

  No panties. No hair.

  When his lungs started working again, he pulled back from their kiss. “What are we doing here?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

  She chuckled. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

  Was he going to have sex with her? He certainly wanted to, but she was his roommate, his brother’s platoon member. Besides she wasn’t the right kind of girl for him. Then again, he had time for some fun before he needed to find a society wife. “Are you sure? This could get complicated very fast.”

  “Because of Jamie, you mean?” As she spoke, she worked the buttons of his silk shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.

  She isn’t stopping. He breathed a sigh of relief as the shirt fell away. Still, he had to be sure. “That and our living arrangements.”

  Her hands explored his shoulders, each touch setting off mini fireworks along the surface of his skin. “No one has to know. It can be our little secret.” Her tone was light, but he could see the frown between her brows.

  Clasping her hands in his, he kissed the worry lines on her forehead. “I’m not ashamed of you.”

  “No, but I’m not your type. You need a woman who’ll pop out an heir and a spare, then play Hannah the Homemaker during the day and Tina the Trophy Wife in the evening.”

  Christ. She’d read him like a book. “Am I really that transparent?” That shallow?

  She pressed her lips to his in a sweet tender kiss. “Look, I’m not judging. We’re just two people with very different life goals. If we do anything, if we don’t do anything, it’s our choice. But we both have to understand that this is only for fun. When I move back home, anything we might have started is over.”

  “I don’t know whether to be impressed or insulted.” She wasn’t saying anything he hadn’t been thinking, but hearing his thoughts put into words was strangely upsetting. He felt almost affronted by her loose attitude. Was she ashamed of him? Maybe he was too white-collar for her and her crowd.

  “Be impressed.” She grinned. “And if you keep an open mind, I promise you won’t regret slumming with me.”

  “I will, on one condition.” He kissed her nose.

  Toying with the neckline of his undershirt, she curled a few of his chest hairs around her finger. “What?”

  “You stop putting yourself down. My brothers are firefighters, and I respect the hell out of them.”

  She stared up at him. “What are you saying?”

  “That you’re a beautiful strong woman, and I respect the hell out of you too. Anyone who does what you guys do is a hero in my book.”

  As her eyes glistened, he cupped her cheeks and peppered her face with deliberate kisses. “Do you accept my condition?”

  Her smile practically blinded him. “Absolutely.”

  “Let’s go inside,” he said, taking her hand.

  She tugged on his arm. “Can we stay here? I love the view.”

  He looked around. The sun had set and, except for the light from the candles on the table, the balcony was dark and private. When he nodded, she stepped behind him and grabbed the hem of his muscle shirt. As he stared out at the lights shimmering on the waters of Puget Sound, she slipped the white cotton over his head, tracking its progress with light kisses along his spine, up between his shoulder blades before reaching his nape.

  “God, you have a sexy back,” she said. “I never imagined you’d be so ripped under all those fancy suits.”

  He leaned into her touch as her fingers continued to play over his back and down his sides. “I work out a lot,” he said, just to say something.

  “Whatever you’re doing, keep it up.” From either side, her hands shifted to his front, gliding over each rib, shaping the contours of his abs. He held his breath as they moved lower.

  With her near, he had no problems keeping it up. She drove him crazy with her sexy smile and her teasing tone. Since she’d moved into his condo, she’d consumed his thoughts, this woman who was so wrong for him. He had to have her. Maybe after that he’d be able to concentrate on work, on the issues with the union.

  Twisting in her arms, he captured her face between his hands and whispered against her lips, “I want you. Now.” Then he kissed his way down her neck, paying special attention to the spot right below her ear. She shuddered and arched into him.

  So good. His hands gripped her ass and he yanked her against his straining cock. She rolled her hips against him, the added pressure making things both better and worse. His hand went to the tie on the side of her dress that, from what he could tell, held the entire sexy ensemble together. Lifting his head, he held her gaze as he pulled on the string. The front of the dress swung open, laying bare her gorgeous breasts—and her equally naked body.

  Bending his knees, he cradled her breasts and closed his lips over one ruched nipple. His tongue swirled, his teeth nipped—and she groaned, the sound uninhibited and wanton. The sound of a pleased woman. When the peak was red and distended, he engaged her other nipple, suckling it before clamping it between his teeth. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she let out a soft sigh.

  He pulled her flesh deeper into his mouth. Her belly thrust against his cock and they moaned in unison. He could smell her desire, feel her need. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  With a final flick of his tongue on her reddened nubs, he dropped to his knees, his hands trailing over her torso, her hips, her tight belly. He slid his hands all the way to her ankles and worked his way back up her muscular calves, the sensitive backs of her knees, her firm thighs, and her perfect ass. Clutching the delicious globes, he drew her pussy to his mouth and got his first exquisite taste of her. Nothing could compare, not even the raspberries or his finest scotch.

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bsp; A nudge of his shoulder had her widening her stance. Taking full advantage, he speared his tongue inside her, impaling her as far as he could. She gripped his head, her fingers curling in his hair, her nails raking his scalp. Sensations, taste and touch, flooded him. Had sex ever been so good? So all-consuming? And his cock hadn’t even entered the game yet.

  Banding one arm around her waist, he slid his tongue to her clitoris and lapped at it, alternating quick sharp strokes with slow languorous licks as he penetrated her first with one finger, then with two. Her moans filled his ears, like the sultriest music. The expression on her face fed his manly pride. When she thrust her hips against his mouth, her red-tipped breasts bobbed and swayed. She twisted her head from side to side before she grew still. Her eyes flashed with heat and more than a hint of amusement, then she threw her head back and screamed his name.

  As “Will” bounced off the surrounding buildings, she convulsed against him and contracted around his fingers, squeezing impossibly tight.

  Holy shit! He had to get inside her. Had to make her come again. Had to feel her squeezing his cock like that.

  After a moment, she quieted and wrapped herself around his head. “Those are some moves you’ve got, Mr. CFO.” Her panting tickled his ear.

  His arms tightened around her as he got ready for round two. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. I’ve got lots more where those came from.” He was so aroused and on the edge, his voice sounded like he’d swallowed sawdust.

  “I bet you do.” She winked and stepped out of the circle of his arms.

  He stood and was about to pull her back to him, get her to help take his damn jeans off, maybe lay her down on the chaise when he finally registered that she’d retied the string that closed her dress. His brows V-ed. “You’re leaving?”

  She caressed his cheek with her palm. “Thank you for the wonderful supper and the… equally wonderful dessert. But I’ve got an early morning tomorrow, and I’m still pretty tired from yesterday’s shift.”

  “I thought you had tomorrow off,” he ground out.

  “I do. This is an in-school visit with Coco.”

  Was she brushing him off? She’d certainly seemed to enjoy the orgasm he’d given her. Shit. His balls were going to be so blue, they just might burst. But that was his problem, not hers.

  “Uh… okay. See you tomorrow night then.” It hadn’t been intentional, but his statement had sounded an awful lot like a question. Fuck! Don’t beg. Never beg.

  “Maybe.” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Sleep well, Will.”

  As fucking if. “You too, Danielle,” he managed to mumble. After she’d disappeared into the condo, he dragged his hand through his hair and paced the balcony. Shit. Shit. Shit. What had he done wrong?

  He should have taken things more slowly. Although she might work with men, that didn’t mean she was as impulsive about sex as men were. And, Christ, he’d undressed her outside. What kind of a man did that to a woman? That had to be it. When she’d regained her senses, she’d realized where they were and had fled inside.

  He never acted like this with women. He knew to treat them like ladies. To take things slow, to let them lead. To protect their privacy. But damn, things with Danielle were different. She made him lose control. She made him crazy until his mind was full of her, full of the need to sink his cock deep between her thighs.

  At the thought of Danielle’s creamy thighs, said appendage hardened even more, and he sucked in air as pain flashed through his body.

  Jeans off.

  With stiff movements, he teetered down the hall to the master bedroom. After firmly closing the door, he popped the button of his jeans and very carefully slid the zipper down past his throbbing dick. His balls pulsed as they finally found freedom. He kicked off the offending denim and his boxers and stretched out naked on the bed.

  And that’s when it heard it. A sound. A moan. The creak of a bed. The buzz of an electrical device.

  Goddamn. The woman was going to be the death of him. It wasn’t enough that she’d left him hot and very bothered, now he was going to have to endure listening to her get off with a fucking vibrator! If she’d wanted more, all she’d had to do was ask. He’d have been happy to oblige.

  But despite their newly forged agreement, she hadn’t asked. Why?

  Dani held the bullet vibrator in her hand. She couldn’t hold back the giggle bubbling in her throat as she imagined Will’s reaction to hearing it buzz. She wasn’t trying to be a cocktease; she just didn’t want to move too quickly. Will was a great guy, and if they only had a month, she wanted it to be a month neither of them would forget. Hopping into bed with him on the night of their first kiss would have been a huge mistake. Great fun—Will obviously knew his way around a woman’s body—but a mistake all the same.

  Besides, the hunt was a huge part of the thrill.

  Right now, he’d be picturing her with the vibrator between her spread legs. Would he be pleasuring himself? Would he grip his cock in his big hands and stroke it, squeezing harder each time he heard her moan?

  Her body grew wet at the thought.

  Unable to resist, she got on the bed and sat up against the headboard. She bent her knees and let them fall to the side, then she slid the tip of the bullet vibrator over her slick folds. A shiver wracked her body and made the headboard bang against the wall. She grinned, hearing Will’s answering groan. He’d turned out to be quite a pleasant surprise, going down on her right there on the balcony where any nosy neighbor could have seen them. Had he been as excited by the idea of being spied on as she’d been? Almost completely naked, with his head between her legs and his tongue deep inside her—

  “Oh!” She moaned loudly as her belly contracted in a sensuous pre-cursor to a second Will-induced orgasm.

  Will, the man who right now was probably jerking off on his bed only a few feet away from her, the wall between them less substantial than a curtain. She could hear him and he could hear her. Her mind filled in what her eyes were missing.

  As though she’d been injected with a shot of epinephrine, her heart raced and heat flushed her body. She was on fire. Her hips thrust against the vibrator and the headboard thudded against the wall. Did Will know how crazy he was making her? How much she wanted him inside her? Through the wall, she heard the squeaking of his bed and what sounded like muffled cursing.

  Now that she had his attention, she focused on the vibrator, dipping it inside her as she fingered her clit, flicking her nail against it. Like Will had done with the tip of his tongue. His magic tongue. A twinge of guilt niggled in her chest. Maybe she should have returned the favor.

  It was clear he’d wanted to continue their tryst. So, why hadn’t she given him some relief? Her fingers stilled.

  I don’t want to give him up.

  Shit. Her head fell back against the pillow and she sighed. They’d agreed on a month, and she had to make the best of it. She wanted more from Mr. CFO than just a one-night stand. But what? They were clearly wrong for each other, though the sexual sparks between them could set cement blocks on fire.

  Even if they weren’t life mates, destined for each other, they could still enjoy their month together. She might even bring him to an event at one of her clubs, just to see his reaction. The memory of his flushed cheeks and blown pupils staring up at her from between her legs got her fingers moving again.

  “Ah!” she cried, hoping he was still listening. “Yes, yes. Mmm.”

  She was rewarded with the creak of his bedroom door and the sound of his footsteps in the hallway. When he paused outside her door, her heart jumped and a fresh wave of wetness slicked her fingers.

  Would he knock? Or would he simply open the door and walk in like he had the right?

  Better yet, did she want him to?

  Tugging on the cord, she pulled the bullet out of her pussy and pressed it against her clit. Her breasts ached to be held, ached for Will’s teasing touch. She pinched the tip of one nipple, her fingers a poor substitute for Wi
ll’s. She cried out.

  An answering growl came through the door. Was he picturing her on the bed? Picturing her flushed breasts, her red nipples? Her dripping pussy?

  She wished the door was made of one-way glass so she could see him. Was he dressed or naked? Was he holding himself, stroking his long, thick cock?

  A spike of heat shook her body. She gasped as her orgasm built. “Oh! Oh!” she called out. She rolled her hips and arched her back. The headboard smacked the wall.

  “Fuck!” Will groaned against the door.

  His harsh breathing drove her to greater heights than any solo drive ever had before. The confirmation of how her game was affecting him propelled her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back and she shouted as ecstasy engulfed her.

  If it was this good with only his heavy breathing and moans to accompany her, she could only imagine what it would be like to have him in the flesh, to have his warm arms surround her as his hard hot cock filled her. The experience just might kill her. But what a way to go.

  Footsteps in the hall told her Will had left. She smiled when the shower turned on. Oh, yes. he had enjoyed this as much as she had. And that was a damn good sign. Will had no idea what was coming, and she’d do her best to make sure he’d be helpless to resist her. In fact, he’d be begging her for more.

  If he doesn’t reject you first.

  Turning off the vibrator, she tossed it on the nightstand and covered herself with the blanket. Would he push her away when he found out what she really liked?

  Well fuck him if a little exhibitionism scared him. She’d been scorned by every vanilla lover who’d ever found out about her kink. One more wouldn’t change a thing. William Caldwell would just be another in a very long line of rejections. A tear rolled down her cheek.