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He stretched his legs out, resting his arms on the back She nodded.

of the sofa. No fucking way was he going to clue her in that her He shook his head. “I thought…fuck it. It doesn’t dismissal bothered him. When she told him, he’d just brush it matter what I thought.” He bent and pressed his lips to hers.

off as no big deal and send her on her way. Mike was probably His kiss was achingly tender, filled with so much emotion and waiting outside in the car.

heart it brought tears to her eyes. His fingers splayed over the
Just say it and get it over with, Abby.

bare skin of her back, drawing her closer.

“You have something to say?”

She wanted to crawl right inside him.

“I’m in love with you, Seth.”

He pulled away, his gaze dark, filled with emotions she He drummed his fingers on the top of the sofa, looking couldn’t name.

bored. “So?”

“I’ve been falling in love with you every day since you She arched a brow. “So?”

first came to the clinic, Abby. I didn’t want to fall in love. I But as her words sank in, his fingers stilled and he swore I wouldn’t. And after this weekend with you and me and leaned forward. “What did you just say?”

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what I wanted. I wanted you. Not to share you. Never, ever to shrieked and gripped the couch cushions. He lapped her cream, share you again.”

his tongue snaking up to encircle her clit.

Her heart soared with every word. “I’m a one man The man was a marvel with his tongue, and a constant woman. This weekend was the experience of a lifetime, a sexual surprise. He reached between her legs with his fingers to fantasy come true. I won’t deny that I enjoyed the hell out of it.

stroke her pussy, tugging her clit until she was writhing against But I don’t ever want to repeat it.”

his hand.

He grinned. “I enjoyed it too. But I can fulfill your

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, coaxing an orgasm fantasies in a lot of different ways.”

from her as easily as if he’d asked her to pass the salt. She Her brows lifted. “I’ll just bet you can.”

tensed and cried out, shuddering against his probing tongue and

“And I’ll wager you have some really wild fantasies.”

fingers.

Somehow she knew he’d be open to exploring every God, she’d been so primed for an orgasm, so pumped single one of them with her. She couldn’t wait. “As a matter of up and sexually charged from Mike earlier, that Seth took her fact, I do.”

over the edge in seconds. She panted, her eyes closed, thinking His fingers blazed a slow, sensual trail along her spine, she should feel guilty that one man had finished what another sliding into her skirt and stopping just short of the crack of her had started.

ass. “Tell me one right now.”

No. The right man had finished what the wrong man She looked around, then smiled. “I’ve always had this had started. And that she wouldn’t feel guilty about.

fantasy about being bent over the sofa, with my skirt hiked She was still trembling when he stood, parted her legs up…”

with his thighs and entered her with a solid thrust, driving her His smile was devastating to her senses. Dark and filled against the back of the couch. She held on as he pounded her with promise.

hard, giving her exactly what she’d asked for, fulfilling yet

“I think we can accommodate you.” He moved behind another of her deep, dark fantasies.

the sofa, then bent her over it.

He fucked her relentlessly, giving her no time to even She wiggled her ass for him, then spread her legs.

catch her breath as he pistoned his cock upward, rocking her

“Oh yeah. I like this fantasy of yours, Abby.”

clit against the couch until her pussy gripped him so hard he He hadn’t even touched her yet and she was soaking yelled her name, grabbed her hips in a punishing grip and came wet. She felt his hands at the hem of her skirt, his knuckles in a torrent of shuddering gasps. He fell against her back, his brushing the skin of her thighs. He raised her skirt so slowly heartbeat hammering against her.

she wanted to scream, her clit throbbing in anticipation.

When he withdrew, he turned her around and lifted her What she hadn’t expected was for him to pull her legs to wrap them around him. He kissed her—he seemed to panties aside and slide his hot tongue right into her pussy. She love kissing her, thank God, once again tenderly, taking the 73

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clip out of her hair so he could thread his fingers through the tendrils.

She loved how he touched her.

He carried her this way to his bedroom, his pants nearly halfway down, both of them laughing as he almost tripped several times. They fell onto the bed and lay there, looking at each other.

“You love me,” he said again, a silly smile on his face that she was certain mirrored her own.

“Yes. And you love me.”

“I sure as hell do.”

“So now what?”

He leaned up on an elbow and untied the strings of her halter. “Now we fuck again.”

Laughing, she said, “I know that. I mean with us.”

As he pulled the fabric down, exposing her breasts, he said, “We take it a day at a time. You have a career to start, and a life to begin. I won’t stand in the way of that.”

And that was one of the things she loved most about him. He recognized her need to be independent, even without her saying it. Falling in love had been the wildest part of her weekend. Unexpected, but certainly not unwanted.

She’d gotten way more out of this bet than she had planned.

She couldn’t wait to tell Blair and Callie when she saw them again. But right now there was an incredibly sexy man undressing her. She reached for the buttons of his shirt and began undoing them.

“So, Seth, we’ve delved a lot into my fantasies. Let’s talk about yours…”

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Newcastle. It means pull over and get out of the damn car.

Wicked

Now.”

Blair

Miss Newcastle. Whatever. She’d known Rand McKay since elementary school and long before he became sheriff of Silverwood. And he only called her Miss Newcastle when he wanted to piss her off.

It worked. She was good and angry. She pulled off her Chapter One

sunglasses and stared him down, refusing to even unbuckle her seat belt. “Mail me a ticket. You know my address.”

“Step out of the vehicle and spread your legs.”

He bent over and leaned well muscled, tanned forearms Blair tapped her long, just-manicured fingernails on the on the door. “Get out of the goddamned car now, Blair. Or I’ll leather steering wheel and stared straight ahead, counting come in there and get you. And if I have to come in there and slowly to ten before she even looked out the window to get you, I’ll strip search you right here on the road.”

acknowledge Rand McKay’s existence. And there was no way

“You wouldn’t dare.”

in hell she’d obey his ridiculous order. It was bad enough he’d

“Try me.”

pulled her over on this deserted stretch of road, sirens blaring, With a disgusted sigh, she punched the button to release when she was already late for lunch with Abby and Callie. But her seatbelt, then flung the door open, hoping she’d toss Rand to tell her to get out of her car and spread her legs like a on his ass in the process. But he simply backed up with fluid common criminal?

ease and waited for her to exit her Mercedes. With a hard slam He could kiss her ass.

she shut the car door and crossed her arms in front of her.

No, wait. He’d probably enjoy that. And Blair wasn’t

“What the hell is your problem?” she asked, tapping her about to do anything Rand might enjoy.

foot on the gravel.

“Get lost, Rand. I’m late for an appointment.”

She couldn’t see Rand’s eyes behind the silver of his Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the slow slide sunglasses, but his smirk told her everything she needed to of his Ray Bans down his long, straight nose, the revelation of know.

his steel gray eyes, the firm line of his full lips.

“You were speeding.”

She would not be affected. She would not be affected.

“Was not.”

Her pebbling nipples be damned, she would
not
be affected!

“Eighty-five in a sixty is definitely speeding, Blair.”

“Maybe you misunderstood that siren I was wailing

“So write me a ticket and let me get out of here.”

behind your speeding ass for the past three miles, Miss

“I’ll need to see your driver’s license and insurance verification.”

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“Oh for the love of God. Like you don’t have my data skimpy silk skirt and tank top were all she could tolerate in the memorized.” He knew everything about her, including her summer heat. If she wasn’t meeting Blair and Callie for drinks address and license number. They’d known each other forever.

she wouldn’t even have a bra on.

They’d been at each other’s throats since high school. She

“Turn around and face your vehicle.”

knew Rand McKay better than any other man. The most He kicked her legs apart and stepped behind her, the irritating man she’d ever known. She leaned into the open nearness of his body crowding her against her car. She window of her vehicle and took out her purse, rummaging breathed in the spicy scent of him, made even more powerful through it for her identification.

by the afternoon heat. What was it about this man that both

“Is that a gun in your purse, Blair?”

infuriated her and turned her on so much?

“You know damn well it is.”

“I’m going to report you to your superiors,” she

“Put the bag down, turn around and place your hands complained.

on the roof of your car.”

“You do that.”

She arched a brow. “Are you serious?”

He started at her wrists and ran his hands up her bare

“Do as I say. Now.”

arms, over her shoulder, then made his way down. He didn’t

“Rand, you know damn well I have a—”

need to touch her there, dammit. Her skin broke out in

‘Do it!”

goosebumps when his fingertips brushed the outer swells of her Man, he was in a pissy mood. And normally she’d fight breasts.

him on this. But she could tell he was into playing cop today

“Careful there,” she warned.

and she wasn’t going to make lunch if she stood there and

“Oh, I’m being very careful.”

argued with him. This was a game. They’d played it before. If He reached around and palmed her breasts. Her sheer she let him have his way and he annoyed her for a few seconds, silk bra couldn’t hide her traitorous rising nipples, her breasts she’d be on her way. She turned around and placed her swelling eagerly into his hands.

fingertips on the roof of her car.

“That is not patting me down!”

“Spread your legs.”

“Just checking to see if you have anything hidden in Which is exactly what he’d said to her when he pulled your bra.”

her over. Only she’d thought he was joking. “Christ, Rand.

“I do. My breasts. Now leave them alone!”

This is not funny.”

His warm breath blew against the nape of her neck, not

“I’ll have to pat you down, see what else you’re at all cooling the sweat there. “They don’t act as if they want hiding.”

me to leave them alone.” To prove his point, he scraped his She shot him an irritated glare over her shoulder. “You thumbs over her distended nipples. She bit back the groan that see what I’m wearing? I could hardly be hiding much.” Her wanted to escape her throat. God, that man had talented hands.

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And she hadn’t been touched in…far too long. Her clit was

“Bullshit. I can smell you. That sweet scent is pussy, throbbing, her pussy wet and her panties clung to her skin.

baby, not sweat.”

She wanted sex.

Asshole. And his cock was hard, rubbing against her But she didn’t want Rand. She didn’t!

ass as he clenched her hip. She breathed in and out through her

“Are you quite finished?” she asked, gritting her teeth.

nose, trying to avoid panting. She was so aroused every fiber of

“Not quite.”

her being was screaming at her to turn around and beg him to Somehow she’d make him pay for doing this to her, for fuck her. Right there on the side of the road.

forcing her to ignore her body’s needs. Any other man and And that’s just what he wanted her to do.

she’d have her legs wrapped around him and her pussy on his Never!

dick by now.

His hand inched along her upper leg, his fingertips But she would never, ever fuck Rand McKay.

traveling precariously close to her pussy. He began to rub her Not if he was the last man on Earth and she was inner thigh now, mere inches away from her clit. If she shifted, desperately horny. She’d rather fuck a cactus.

just a little, she could place the throbbing bud right in his hand.

He finally relinquished his hold on her breasts and she Oh, and he’d take her there. She knew he could. A few strokes exhaled, but then his hot, huge hands skimmed her ribcage, and she’d fly right over the edge. She was so damn close sliding up and under the tank top to touch her bare skin. She already. Hot, achy, her pussy quaking with need.

flinched.

She hated Rand McKay right now, hated that he had

“Something wrong?”

this much control over her.

“Nothing.” She’d be damned if she’d give him the

“Let me go, Rand. This has gone way beyond a simple satisfaction of knowing he affected her. She’d simply pretend body search.”