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  “Yep.”

  “With anyone special?”

  Stick to the script. Any deviation would only muddy the waters. At this juncture in her life, she couldn’t risk it. A poor decision, an unnecessary distraction, everything could come tumbling down.

  Done with her measurements and this insidious yearning, she jammed the tape into her pocket.

  Stepping back, she wagged her finger at him. “You’re good?”

  He crossed his arms over his chest, and his forearms stretched the material of his shirt. “How so?” he asked.

  “You almost had me thinking you were trying to see if I was seeing someone.”

  “I am…and are you?”

  “I’m not interested.” Thinking she’d nipped whatever he was doing in the bud, Shoshana picked up his client card.

  “You know what’s not in fashion? Lying.”

  “The other day was a mistake…and it can’t happen again.”

  “Then shame on me.”

  He faced her then, that sinful smirk pulling her gaze to his sensual mouth.

  “Now it’s shame on you.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He stepped closer, his hand lifting to wrap around her neck. A shiver ran through her, followed by a spur of heat between her legs as she realized he was a great mind reader.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  He brushed his lips against hers, giving her the opportunity to protest. Instead, she groaned—an intoxicating almost imperceptible sound that did things to his self-control. But he restrained his impulses. He didn’t want her to do anything she’d deny later. He advanced another cautious degree, slowly parting her lips, taking her ragged breaths into his mouth.

  Cupping her chin in his palms, he gently forced her head back. Her eyes were half-lidded but the yearning in her dark brown eyes was very apparent and it wrecked his flagging constraint.

  With her held captive in his hands, he kissed her. His tongue invaded her mouth, twined with hers. She voiced her approval with a deep-throated moan, her vocal sound of pleasure registering below the belt. His talent at seduction far from a novice, he slowly pivoted in a circle, and then backed her against the conference table.

  “Someone could come in,” she whispered, her gaze going to the door.

  “I locked them,” he murmured. He felt like he was about to explode if he didn’t crawl up inside her.

  Her beautiful brown eyes widened. “Both?”

  He nodded.

  “How?”

  An answer didn’t matter because it didn’t relieve the ache in his balls. Patrick kissed at the same time he lifted her off the ground. And this time he didn’t wait for or allow any objections, they’d passed that stage when she learned he’d ensured their privacy.

  Cupping her butt, he lifted her onto the conference table.

  “Are you going to remove your hands?”

  “Not anytime soon”— he gently squeezed her plump rear—“I’ve wanted to get my hands on this part of you all week.”

  “My last boyfriend said it was way too fat.” Her voice was light and airy, teasing, but her eyes looked uncertain.

  “In that case, I better not run into your ex. He’d need to call a doctor to remove my size elevens from his rear.”

  What was wrong with him? They weren’t lovers yet and he was threatening to go bombastic on exes? That was a first.

  She must‘ve liked his Cro-Magnon stance because she giggled. The sound made his blood rush to his cock, bringing him painfully back to the moment.

  “That was so hot.” She reached up to run her finger along his bottom lip. “You deserve another kiss.”

  Maybe there was something to all that chivalry bullshit.

  “Lean down, Mr. Kelly.”

  “Patrick.”

  “Patrick,” she said softly, saying his name for the first time. “I can’t quite reach you.”

  “How about now?” he said, curving her into him so their bodies were perfectly aligned. So close, she felt the swell of his arousal.

  Shoshana took a deep calming breath. It’s only a kiss she rationalized in an effort to minimize the consequences. She slid her hands over his shoulders, threaded her fingers behind his neck. His neck was thick, manly and warm to the touch. She’d be lying if she didn’t want to touch more, feel his warmth wrapped around her, his heat buried inside her.

  “I’m waiting.” A hint of teasing gleamed in his sky-blue eyes.

  “You’re bad,” she breathed against his lips.

  “Just know what I want.” Still cupping her butt, he angled her, fitting her more conveniently against him. She tried to ignore it but he was so thick and rock hard.

  She’d be lying to herself if she denied she hadn’t thought of him a hundred times since they’d first met. And much of the inspiration included her in a compromising position similar to this.

  Fantasy now a reality, her body began to act on instinct. Her legs wrapped around his, her hands smoothed over his shoulders. She secretly admired the fabric of his jacket and the evident power beneath, the muscles apparent, steel hard.

  She touched her lips to his. Liking it, he growled into her mouth, and it reverberated inside her, heightening her own desire and she realized that the tea room was just as good as her bed upstairs. He’d locked the doors and none of her employees—even on the threat of death--would disrupt them.

  Panting, her breasts swelling, she pushed her fingers into his hair. Handsome, charming and wicked, he would truly complicate things. Then why didn’t she get her butt off this table and send him on his way? Common sense told her she should. Unfortunately, it stopped working in concert with her traitorous body the moment he walked in the room. She fisted the thick, silken waves and tugged.

  She waited for his eyes to meet hers. “Is this going to be a mistake?”

  He pulled back slightly, those beautiful baby blues drifted over her then came to settle on her lips.

  “You don’t look like a mistake. You look like something I did right for a change.” His voice was husky, his bright eyes even brighter. “How I follow your lead. Whatever you want I want, like....”

  His hands slid upward over her waist to her ribcage. His thumbs stroked the underside of her breasts.

  “Do you want me to touch you here?”

  “Yes,” she confessed, pushing toward him. He pressed the pad of his thumbs flat against her nipples and began to massage slowly. All sensation focused in her core. It tightened then unfurled into a pulsing ache.

  “Do you want more?” he asked, teasing the hardening peaks.

  “Yes,” she breathed, lifting up she sealed her mouth over his.

  This was desire, hot blistering desire. Nothing else mattered. If she had any doubts before, they evaporated like rain on hot asphalt and she knew in that moment, she was his and she needed to be closer...

  Well acquainted with the workings of a man’s wardrobe, Shoshana slipped her index finger into his tie loop. One gentle tug, the black silk unraveled in her hand. With a playful twist of her wrist, she dropped it onto the conference table behind her.

  Her approach to undressing him would’ve followed in the same teasing manner, removing each garment one piece at a time.

  He had other ideas. He swatted her hands out the way and then proceeded to attack the buttons running down the front of her jumpsuit. He also took control of their kiss. He deepened it, his mouth moving over her with a delicious aggressiveness that had her head swimming.

  He worked hurriedly, stopping occasionally to nibble at the crook of her neck, lick her clavicle and bite a bare shoulder. When the top of her garment gaped, exposing her black demi bra, he tugged until it lay pooled at her waist.

  He cupped her breasts. “Absolutely beautiful,” he said tone reverent.

  As if thrilled by his compliment, her girls perked up, the nipples puckering to hard peaks.

  “Think you can handle all this jelly?” she asked, slowly swaying her shoulders back and forth.

  “I’ll
manage.” Sporting a wicked grin, he leaned down and buried his nose in her cleavage. He licked one breast then the other. A sudden intense heat raced through her. She squirmed in her seat, startled her panties were becoming wet.

  His hands worked their way backward to unhook her bra. His fingers lingered on the triple clasp.

  “Do you want me to take this off?”

  “I don’t care. On or off, whatever” she said, her body pulsing with wicked resolve. She edged her legs wider, showing him her top priority.

  “Ready to jump right in, are we.” His hands slid back around over the constricting satin and lace, then higher to caress her dark mounds, straining to be set free. “I think I should make you wait,” he softly said, pinching her nipples.

  “That would be cruel,” she breathed, her eyes half shut against the wonderful sensation of his hands on her breasts.

  He leaned in, touching his lips to her ear. “It would heighten your orgasm.”

  “Doubt it,” she whispered voice barely audible, so pronounced was the ache between her legs. “I’m already going to come three ways to Sunday.”

  “This is going to be good for both of us.” He pinched her harder, and the pressure spiraled downward to her pulsing core.

  “I don’t doubt it,” she panted lightheaded, almost delirious from this erotic torture. Her world was quickly dissolving into a kaleidoscope of feelings and emotions.

  His hands smoothed down her waist, leaving her trembling flesh in its wake. When her jumpsuit was unbuttoned, he slid the jumpsuit over her legs, and then chucked it on a chair.

  She lifted her leg to remove her black, high-heeled booties. His fingers curled around her ankle and he yanked her toward him.

  “You’re keeping those on,” he ordered. “Now wrap your legs around my waist.”

  Her breathing a light panting rhythm, she did as he said. Strange—he seemed to be panting too, his breath coming out, in short, urgent bursts.

  “So sexy.” His hands slid along her thighs, causing goosebumps. He traced a lazy finger over the edge of her panties, and she struggled not to whimper.

  “I can feel your heat, and I haven’t even touched you there,” he murmured, gazing at her while she quivered with desire.

  Every inch of her skin burning and tingling, she slid her palms over his chest. He was ripped. She was sure of it as she felt the muscle beneath her hands. Wanting to see him, feel him skin to skin she fumbled with the top button of his shirt, trying to help him out of it.

  “There’s no time,” he said harshly in her ear, his sharp-set urgency matching hers as he undid his belt then unzipped his pants. “Remember, you squeezed me in.”

  Chuckling, Shoshana gazed up at him. “A gentleman never throws a woman’s mistake in her face.”

  “That’s the thing—” he hooked his fingers inside the crotch of her panties—“I never claimed to be a gentleman.”

  His mouth came down on hers as he pressed a knuckle against her clit.

  “Hot, so damn hot,” he mumbled against her lips. He moved closer, breaching her opening, parting her labia.

  “Oh!” she moaned, funneling her fingers into his thick hair, clutching him close. Below, she gyrated her hips into his hand, wanting the pressure right at her core.

  “Condom. Back right pocket.”

  As soon as she rolled the rubber over his cock, he slid home.

  Shoshana clenched her thighs, and lifted up, seating him deeper.

  “Damn,” he rasped, buried to the hilt.

  Yeah…damn was right! She bit down on her lip at the way he stretched her. She should have known he would have her toes curling, her legs shaking.

  In their own private world, the conference table rocked and swayed. The frantic sounds of their lovemaking echoed around them. Patrick whispered all the things he was going to do to her, and she kissed him hungrily, conveying her approval of every dirty little thing.

  There was no explanation for the mind-bending sensations he incited in her. No guidelines or threshold to measure the dizzying heights he was pushing her toward.

  He thrust deeper, harder, faster. Pressure building like a rocket bottle. She writhed against him, offering everything. She closed her eyes to focus on the way he rode her. The rhythmic stroke of his fat cock put her into a trance, pushing ecstasy through her.

  “So good,” she exhaled on an excited breath. She felt like she was about to explode. A moment later, she did when he slipped his hand between them and rubbed her clit.

  She was still trembling when he spun her around.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  She lay draped over the conference table, arms akimbo, legs spread.

  “Again?” she asked, her tone filled with awe.

  He eyed her luscious curves coated in milk chocolate and he hardened exponentially.

  “I want what you want,” he rasped, his body straining with effort. Their chemistry like nothing he’d ever experienced.

  “Then yes.”

  Feeling like water released from a dam, he wrapped his hand around her ponytail. He gazed for a fraction at the round globes of her ass then slid deep.

  “Patrick,” she begged, her muffled plea traveling over his cock and settling in his balls.

  He pulled out then on a suffocating breath, “You sure you want this?”

  “Yes,” she purred, swinging her hips enticingly.

  Chest heaving with frantic breath, he held onto her waist and submerged himself balls deep. She stirred impatiently, restless when he withdrew and wildly eager as he drove home.

  She clawed at the table, sent books flying, as her passion mounted, chanting his name over and over as he slid in and out of her with a feverish intensity.

  Fully clothed except his hard cock, he might have been any of her customers pursuing the sample books now scattered on the table had one of her employees deemed to intrude. Only on closer inspection, the samples would turn out to be their boss, butt up, squirming on the verge of another orgasm.

  He felt her first small cry, and his grip tightened. Satisfying this woman had suddenly become his most utmost priority. The world could be crashing around them and he’d still make sure she’d reach her release.

  Wait. I’m not selfless. Usually the hit-it-until-he-nut type, he’d never asked his partner if they’d enjoyed it, he just took it for granted they would.

  This was unprecedented. Far from his type–neither half his age nor a leggy redhead–Shoshana Haufman had become a confounding conundrum. Used to having his pick of any woman and them falling all over him, he felt completely out of his depth. She’d been on his mind constantly. He’d picked up the phone more than once and thought about calling her under the silly pretext of checking on his suit.

  Getting off, no longer an overriding compulsion, as if each of her orgasms could absolve his insatiable need to die while inside her sweet body, he started to take her with an uncharacteristic ferocity.

  In the midst of his violent need to dominate her, he was a slave to her seductive appeal as she lay before him her thick, brown thighs spread, her pink dewy cleft presented to him like a gift.

  Like fingers playing over piano keys, pleasure frolicked along his spine. Completely overwhelmed, he shut his eyes against the ecstasy bombarding his system.

  Don’t stop, his mind recklessly ordered as he lunged again and again, stroking deep.

  She writhed in his hands. “I’m…coming…again,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

  Inundated with what he could only explain as emotion, Patrick clasped her chin. He pulled her so far back to kiss her the new angle pushed him even deeper. She cried out and he almost forgot the act of breathing.

  His body felt heavy, disembodied. His body temperature skyrocketed. Damn! I should have listened to her. He was practically sweating bullets and he loved this suit.

  Still, he loved coming more.

  “Yes,” he hissed, feeling his orgasm build.

  Trembling, he took her mouth, ate at it. A pric
kly spasm rocked his equilibrium, his core tensed violently. He cursed in her ear then shot the biggest load in his life.

  Only the raspy rhythm of Shoshana’s breath filled the silent void when he finally pulled out of her.

  “You have a four o’clock,” he reminded her, with a butterfly kiss between her shoulder blades.

  “You’re not going to let me live that down are you?”

  Not if he could help it. A second later, he regretted his selfish jibe. Arms stretched languidly over her head, moving like a woman well-sated, she slid from the conference table to retrieve her jumpsuit. In his haste to be inside her, he’d thrown it between the mannequins.

  A glutton for punishment, he watched her wiggle her brown sugar into the garment. More than he could endure, he left her alone to trash the used prophylactic. He took his time cleaning himself up with a napkin then restored order to his clothing. When he turned back around, she was pushing back the loose strands escaping from her ponytail. He meditated on her kiss swollen lips, her beautiful brown skin now dewy with perspiration, and despite their recent acrobatics, he wanted to bend her over again. He braced himself to do just that when she walked up to him with a shy, yet beguiling smile.

  “That…was…amazing,” she intoned in a husky cadence that pulled at his balls. Hands on his shoulders, she pecked him on the cheek. Blood rushed to his cock. Before he could pull her in for more, she spun on her booties.

  His eyes followed her to the other side of the room where she unlocked the door, putting his libido on ice. Oblivious to his disappointment, she gushed, “I’m so crashing, after this last appointment.” On the way to the other door, she paused to chuck him under the chin. “Thank you.”

  Thank you? Hold up. Where were all the little hints, the pathetic innuendos women used to ingratiate themselves into your life soon after having sex? Was she simply playing it cool to reel him in since most men, including him, expected all women to be clingy?

  Unfortunately, Patrick didn’t sense anything but a refreshing exuberance in her pace, and a disarming naiveté to her expression. Enthralled, but also frustrated and angry, he trailed her into the showroom.