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Authors: Shirl Anders

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He managed a stiff nod. “Take any room upstairs. I don’t care which.” He stood and started to walk back away from her around the far side of the island, thinking it was best to keep his hands out of grabbing distance. “I’ve got some work to do.”

He was out the other side of the kitchen and down the hall before her voice stopped him, making him look back.

“Vincent?”

“Yeah?”

“Have to be at my shop by nine, and um ...” She looked away from him, then dragged her gaze back. “This might sound funny, but I’m sorry my husband is doing what he’s doing to your marriage.”

He’d felt like that. The crazy need to apologize, as if by proxy, he should be guilty his wife was fucking up pretty little Tess Navarro’s life.

“My marriage was already fucked,” he ground out, then he turned on his boot heels and went to one of the offsite home offices he’d set up.

FIVE / HARDER

T
here were two bedrooms upstairs to pick from, if she wasn’t going to do the master bedroom, and there was no way she was.

Tess did look at it, though, and it made her instantly horny in a clutch-her-legs-together kind of way. The bed was a king size and low to the floor, with a curving brown leather headboard. She could imagine them getting lost together in the yards of mattress. The big bed was rumpled and looked as if Vincent had just rolled out of it. Naked. Of course she’d conjure him naked as on edge as she was with him ... about him. About his hands just recently lifting her naked breasts up and fingering her taut, sensitive nipples.

Looking at his big, rumpled bed made her vividly remember his touch. The room was decorated in dark maroons and browns, with big, solid furniture. There was an en-suite bathroom, but she didn’t dare enter the room far enough to look into it. As it was, she had to fiercely remind herself that if she started more of an affair with Vincent she could be putting him in danger from her husband’s questionable associates.

That centered her mind off rolling naked with Vincent in his big master bed, even if her body was still banging. She wasn’t hugely experienced, only having been to bed with two men in her life, but Vincent’s brand of control and command topped with his rough edge in bed was breathtaking and hard not to crave. Everything she’d had before it was truly uninspired. Including her marriage bed.

Turning away from the temptations of his bedroom, she went to check the others out. Both looked like well-designed guestrooms, as if he’d had a designer decorate them. The southwest theme was strong in both rooms, one done in more terra cotta and reds, and the other one more greens and browns. Both beds looked nice and what decided for her was the small attached bathroom in the wild horse room with a thick sage-green comforter. The pictures of wild horses on the walls were stunning, as if the photographer had stood in the middle of a stampede to get them.

Rummaging through her purse, she found a hair pick, lip gloss, and some mascara. It would have to do. Then in the bathroom she found some shampoo, lotion, and mouthwash. This meant she was taking a hot shower. Although when she stepped into the shower she considered turning on the cold water to cool her thoughts down ... thoughts such as standing naked a couple of rooms away from Vincent.

She began wondering if she was trying to transfer the rough road to the end of her marriage with a hot new guy ... like hotter than any man she’d ever been close too. After her shower, Tess wiped steam off the bathroom mirror, looking at her blurry vision.

“Okay,” she muttered to her reflection. “It’s just bracing, to you, that he wants you when Steven is throwing you away.”
Again.
She was trying to convince herself that her over-the-top attraction to Vincent was so intense, because ... well, it was the purest form of revenge on Steven.

That had to be right? She was just starry-eyed in lust because it showed she was worth wanting, and it had nothing to do with any real and instant attraction between them. That was just crazy. Lusting after the husband of the bitch screwing
your
husband. Tess shook her head.

“Shoot,” she muttered, putting lotion on her face. When she thought about it like that, she saw she could easily be taking revenge.

It was depressing, and she was still horny and worried about being at Vincent’s house when she climbed into bed nude, because she had no nightclothes. She could have looked through the drawers but she didn’t want to be any closer to Vincent’s stuff. As it was, she squirmed on the bed this way and that, not able to stop thinking about marathon sex with Vincent, interspersed with the first-base action in his truck.

She went to sleep completely wet and horny and that never happened.

But she came awake moaning.

Vincent kicked Tess’ long legs up over his shoulders with his mouth sucking harder over her soft slit. At first she’d been asleep, but then she’d arched into his mouth. Her fingers grabbing his hair, tugging. He lifted her pillowed ass in his hands, firm handfuls, sucking the jewel around his tongue that made her sing high notes. Then she came, passionately quivering around him, bucking against his mouth, gasping his name with sounds that grabbed his cock.
So fucking sweet.

He didn’t want any argument now she was awake, so he unlatched his mouth from her sugar-hot slit and he flipped her onto her belly. His cock slid into her a second later and all she did was moan drawn-out, needy sounds while raising her plump ass to him.

He hooked her hip, pumping in and out, lying low on top of her. It was a hot body mash, sliding over her bare rump and sleek back, pushing her deep into the mattress with each thrust. Her cut-off moans happened each time he went deep.

He moved faster, thrusting harder, bouncing her off the bed. “G o d, Vin ...”

“Vincent,” he growled in her ear.

“Vincent,” she gasped, and the sound drove him harder.

“Pussy. Knees,” he ordered through a grunt.

“Vin. Vin. Vincent,” she gasped.

“Now,” he snapped.

His hard cock was still embedded inside her when she crawled up on her knees for him. That made him growl, grab her hips, and start thrusting faster ... He’d turned the lights on when he’d invaded her room, wanting to see everything about her. Her long red hair sliding over the sleek curves of her back as he bucked into her harder, slapping and jiggling her ass on each rapid fuck.

Her ass vibrated with each thrust, and she panted, unable to catch her breath, while holding one of her hands clamped around his wrist on the hand clamped to her ass. As if to hold him there.

“G. G. God,” she cried, and he came down over her back lower, hooking a hand under her to tweak her swollen clit. “Vincent!” It was a high-pitched, cut-off scream.

The bed made noises as if it would collapse. “Harder,” he growled, and he banged into her ass, spearing her harder.

Her pants were staccato with his stabs, then his name started shuddering out of her mouth and he knew she was coming again. He jerked out and flipped her onto her back, pushing her knees to her chest. He pushed his rigid cock into her, solid, on the crest of her climax.

She screamed then, in pleasure, as he watched his cock fucking her pretty pussy. He turned his gaze to her and their eyes locked. Lust and hot fucking passion snapped between them. She grabbed his neck, curling her fingers in his hair.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder.”

He couldn’t believe it. He let her legs go from being curled to her chest and they clamped around his hips as he planted his fists on either side of her head, and then he plowed into her faster and harder.

Their eyes were violent together as the bed banged the wall, then he let loose and felt his ejaculation spear free as Tess arched beneath, him climaxing again.

When he could unlock his knees, he rolled with Tess on top of him. She’d have to know they weren’t done after the other night. Just a breather. But he had to know.

“Are you hurt?” Her head lay in the hollow of his neck as he cupped the back with his fingers working in her soft, thick hair.

Her lips touched his chest, saying, “No.”

He squeezed her nape. “You sure. It was rough.”

She pointed her chin on his chest, looking over his chin at him with her rich, light blue eyes. “I’m so wet it didn’t even burn,” she whispered. Then she blushed ... even after he’d eaten her out, fucked her brains out, had her on her hands and knees ... she fucking blushed.

And it squeezed tight on his emotions. “I like you wet,” he muttered. Making her blush more and making him feel fucking more.

Then he grabbed her pits and dragged her up his chest, until he had her mouth, and they made out like it was the first time and they hadn’t just screwed each other crazy. They were tongue fucking so hot, he didn’t let up; he just slid her down over his cock.

Tess woke with Vincent curled tight to her back, his mounded bicep under her cheek and that arm and hand curved toward her with his hand around her breast. His other hand was between her legs, cupping her mound. She’d never woken up so full of man before. The closeness, heat ... everything making her want to squirm, it felt so good.

“I want you in my bed tonight.”

Tess stilled, startled at Vincent’s voice in her ear. His hand cupping her mound squeezed inward, holding her as if he possessed her. God. What did she do with this? She couldn’t deny wanting it so freaking bad.

“I’m not a couple-night lay kind of girl,” she said tightly, while inwardly she was crying. She pushed forward, trying to get loose. He held tight. He had to feel how wet she was. Still. “Let me go,” she hissed, then she added, “You already broke your word.”

She was flipped onto her back so fast she lost her breath, and he was on top of her. He was hard. She could feel it as she shoved unsuccessfully on his chest. She didn’t dare look at him, with her gaze turned to the side, because he’d see her lying.

“You were wet before my first lick,” he growled.

She shoved again, squirming under him. “Vincent, let me up.”

His hand grabbed her hair and he tugged her face where he wanted it, looking at him. She scrunched her eyes shut. “Not until you listen to me.” His voice was low and measured, as if he contained the anger behind it.

“I know you’re scared Navarro’s buddies will do something to me.” Her gaze opened and tripped to his, and he looked lethal as he said, “I’ve been hunted by worse, baby. I am not someone to fuck with.”

Tess realized that she believed him—ever since they’d met he’d been nothing but the most powerful man she’d ever met.

“But Luna?” She whispered the question, and his expression grew unguarded. She immediately saw the worry growing there. She knew then, without a doubt, no one could protect her from Luna Whitehorse if Luna found out Tess was with Vincent.

She wanted to cry; both their ex’s were so crazy and unreasonable.

Then Vincent finally let her go with an angry snarl. And this time he didn’t turn back.

He just left.

SIX / CAN’T STAY AWAY

V
incent Whitehorse sat in his truck, watching the alley behind Tess Navarro’s shop as she came out the back. He’d parked there every night in the two weeks since he’d let her go, not leaving, no matter what hour, until she finally closed. She didn’t know he watched her. She didn’t know he followed her to the place he’d coerced her into staying, instead of Rowdie’s Motel or a hotel by the highway. It had been his second concession to letting her go ... she’d promised she would stay in a condo he told her a friend of his owned. That was a lie; he owned it. But Tess never needed to know that. The first concession to fucking releasing her was that she accepted his gift of setting her flower shop up with security.

Two weeks and all he could do was watch her. It was fucked up.
He
was fucked up. She was wearing a short skirt, a tee, and the leather jacket he’d cleaned for her. She nearly always wore cowboy boots. Those sexy legs messed with him, that curvy figure messed with him, and her long red hair made him constantly fight getting hard.

He could remember his hands fisted in the silky mass, tugging her lips to his mouth. The thing about Tess: she kept up with him in bed. This need he had now that was so fierce he could barely contain it—Tess followed it and she fed it, then she relieved it.

He shook his head, then leaned forward to start his truck—he knew tonight Tess wasn’t going straight to the condo. In the two weeks since they’d forced themselves apart, Tess had not gone home to her bastard husband. A good thing. She’d kept her promise and not used the affair as an excuse to keep away from Navarro. Instead she’d picked a fight with him.

Late one night on his cell, Tess had explained how she’d told Navarro she was tired of making all the money and him never being home. Tess had said it was strange because those issues should have been his triggers to getting pissed, but she’d had a hard time getting him angry ... he’d seemed so distracted. She’d finally managed a cell phone fight where she’d told Navarro she wasn’t coming home, and that she was staying at a friend's.

She’d whispered then, in his ear, that she couldn’t go back home to Steven’s bed. Ever. He got it ... what he was putting her through not letting her use the affair to finalize getting rid of her cheating husband. But it hadn’t taken either of them long to realize Luna and Navarro were so tangled into each other they weren’t paying attention to anything else. Vincent hadn’t seen Luna in ten days. Just calls about her “new” career on stage, singing in a band.

Good thing for him, he nearly had the votes to push Luna off the board. Bad for Tess, he knew her husband’s indifference to her and his blatant affair out in public with Luna hurt her. And fuck him, because he wanted to take that hurt away from her.

Tess drove toward Redrock Casino out on the far side of town. She’d been called late that day by Redrock’s community event director. Then she’d been hired over the phone as a last-minute plea. It seemed there was a wedding going on that night in one of the big banquet rooms at Redrock and they had flowers, but no one to arrange them.

Tess was still unclear how that had come down, but one, she couldn’t let anyone get married on their special day without lovely flowers, and two, it was too big an “in” into more business from Redrock. Besides, she had nothing planned for the evening except sitting in a very big, very well-furnished condo by herself.

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