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Devlin
took a step toward her
.  S
igns of agitation
line
d
his face
.  “
I told you m
y show is legit
.” 

Zhané
persisted, not caring if she
offended
him.  He’d upset the balance of her life

If
Devlin Hart
wanted to dish out the straight talk, he should be able to take it in return. 
“I think
you’re covering for your lack of
knowledge

I bet you don’t even know how to pleasure a woman in bed. 
I bet
–”

Within seconds,
Devlin c
losed the distance between them and
forced
her against the
elevator
wall.  In a move that
equally
shocked and delighted her, he grabbed her by the shoulders and captured her lips in a heated kiss, the force of it nearly
knockin
g her off her feet. 

FIVE

 

Devlin
thrust
his tongue deep into
Zhané
’s mouth, probing the silky interior. Who knew this little hellion would taste so good?  Like strawberries and champagne. 
He kissed her hard, sucking and biting her lips.  Through the thin material of her dress, he fondled her nipples, greedy to taste more of her. 
The buds hardened beneath his
hand
s, but it wasn’t enough.
He
needed
to be closer,
to
feel her flesh against his
fingertips
.  He tugged at the
neckline of her dress.  A primitive grunt
reverberated
in his throat when he heard the delicate material rip
, exposing her smooth expanse of cleavage

It took all his willpower to drag his lips from her tempting mouth
and
trail
kisses along the long column of her throat
.  The
skin
leading from the hollow of her throat to the luscious rise of her breasts
was so soft.  So sweet.  A
pair of
ripe peach
es
, ready to be plucked

He dipped his head low and pulled one of her dark
areolas
into his mouth, feasting hungrily
on her tender flesh. 
He treated the o
ther breast to a generous hand massage as he rolled
the
swollen
nipple
between his thumb and forefinger

Zhané
gasped with pleasure as she pushed her fingers into his hair, tightly clenching his dreadlocks.  “Oh God,” she moaned. 

D
e
vlin
pressed
her
up against the wall and grinded his pelvis against hers.  “
You want me to prove I’m a man
?
 
I
s this what you wanted
Zhané
?

“Yes
,
” she rasped.  Her
hands slipped to his shoulders, her
fingernails cu
t
t
ing
deep into the backs of his shoulder blades. 

“Did
Malik
make you feel like this?” he demanded to know
.

“Never.”

“Are you
r
panties wet now?”

“Yes
!

Devlin abruptly stopped in his tracks.  He hadn’t expected her to say that.  He’d only kissed her to stop her accusatory rambling. 
He
pulled back and
stared into
her
hazel eyes.  Up close, he could see traces of smeared eye liner rimming her long, black lashes. 
Otherwise, h
er face was flawless.  Her skin was smooth and clear–and soft, judging from the
way
his fingers
felt
pressed into the silky s
lopes
of her shoulders.  He was no expert on cosmetics.  All he knew was what he liked on a woman, and it was safe to say, he liked this one.  He breathed in the scent of her light perfume, a citrusy smell that his body responded favorably to.  The
two of them
were here alone with no one to interrupt whatever wicked journey their minds could create. 

For a split second, Devlin battled with himself. 
What kind of man would
he be to take advantage of a woman on the heels of a breakup? 
He
was a good man.  He didn’t ravish
strange
women in elevators.  But he had
needs too.  It was obvious
Zhané
was as hot for him as he was for her–and he was
ready
to put both of them out of their misery!

He lifted the hem of her short dress
,
yanked her panties down
, and
pushed a long finger inside her. 
Sh
e was moist and hot.  He turned rock-hard instantly.  He’d done this to shut her up, to prove he was more of a man than she could fathom.  Only now, he was caught up in
his master plan

Zhané
fumbled with the
top
button on his trousers
,
and Devlin quickly took over,
damn near cutting one of his fingers on his zipper in his hurry to be free of the confines of his chinos.  When he pushed his briefs down, his penis throbbed wildly, ready to land in the middle of the target. 
Common sense deserted him as he ripped
Zhané’s
panties off,
ready to sate his hunger.

“Condom
!  C
ondom!”
Zhané
breathlessly
warne
d. 

Jeez, at least someone was thinking.  Had he gone so far, he
’d
forgot
ten
the basics? 
Don’t Get Got!
  He reached into his back pocket, extracted his wallet and pulled out a condom.  It had been months since he’d fucked anyone.  He hoped to God this
Magnum
was still good. 

He was sheathed in latex in less time than it took to blink. 
His pants slid down to
his ankles
as
he braced Zhané against the elevator wall, and wrapped both of her legs around his
waist
.  He felt the heat radiating from the insides of her thighs as
he eagerly sank into the sweet wetness
sh
e offered. 
Zhané
pulled him deeper, grinding her hips against his.  His eyes rolled back in his head. 
Goddamn!
  She felt so good.  Her hands draped around his shoulders
,
and her fingers locked against the back of his neck.  She held on
tight
while he bucked like a wild bronco, thrusting repeatedly in and out of her.

“That’s it, baby,” he
ground out
.  “
Give it to me
.”

“Don’t stop,” she begged.  “Don’t stop!”

“I ain’t stoppin’ ‘till you scream my name.”

Devlin
cradled
Zhané
’s rear end
,
and rocked
her against the
elevator’s wood-paneled
wall.  His grunts filled the air, mingling with her moans and
soft, feminine mewling
.  If only she knew, he couldn’t stop if he wanted to.  He’d rather
gnaw
his own arm off than leave this sweet
,
milky haven. 
The melody of their lovemaking was
music to his ears, the loud, smacking sounds
of flesh against flesh
penetrating the hot air inside the elevator. 
The
ir
encounter was short and sweet, with an intensity that ripped through him like a grenade.

Even if she hadn’t clawed his back and screamed his name, Devlin would have known the moment
Zhané
came.  He felt an intense heat followed by a rush of sticky fluid cover his penis.  That was his undoing.  His head dropped back as he gave one final thrust and roared his pleasure. 
A red-hot heat consumed him, gathering speed inside
his core until it exploded into
blazing
pockets of flames inside him.  

 

********

 

Zhané
a
d
j
usted her dress
, pulling the short hemline back into place

“I can’t believe we just did that.” 

Devlin zipped his trousers.  “
Don’t tell me you’re having Buyer’s R
emorse?


No. 
I have a policy of no regrets. 
What I can’t
believe
is how
you just jumped my bones.

Her body was
still tingling from his assault
, the lips
between her legs
throbbing
like a strobe light
.
 
She’d shocked herself by welcoming the advances of
a complete stranger.  But God
,
it was
worth it.  In the span of
fifteen
minutes,
Devlin had
made her feel more desired than
Malik
had managed to do in six months. 
Maybe this was just pity sex. 
Maybe
Devlin
felt bad for her. 
Whatever prompted it, the man had temporarily tilted her world on its axis. 


Now, are you convinced?

Devlin
asked.

His
cockiness hadn’t abated.  If anything, it had magnified, along with her desire for him.  S
till,
she
wouldn’t let him off
the
hook. 

You know my story
,” she said.  “Now te
ll me yours.
Who was t
his woman who broke your heart?”

He d
idn’t
bother to deny it.
“She was no one of importance.”

“Oh no,”
Zhané
wagged her finger at him.  “
She must have
been
important.
When did you t
w
o
break up
?”

“Five years ago.”

“Around the same time as when your show launched.”

“How did you–”

“Lucky guess.  Only a catastrophic event like a woman making a fool of you could have spurred you to create Bro-mance 101.”

He
frowne
d.  “You don’t play fair, lady.”

“Neither do you, Devlin
Hart
.”  The look on his face told her she’d hit a
nerve. 
“This is about the woman who wronged you,”
Zhané
ventured.  “You’ve created this show to heal yourself.  She was your muse.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he
waved her away
before
edging
slowly edged back into his corner, putting some distance between himself and her. 


I can see it in your eyes
,” she prodded
.

I’m not the one in denial.
You are.  That’s why you bash women.

He rubbed his palms over his dreadlocks. 
“I’m not a basher,” he objected.  “
I like
to think of mys
elf as a
cyber
-
psychi
atrist.

 


Let me get my shovel out
so I can clear away this
manure
you’re spreading
.”

He shook his head.  “
I’m fulfilling a need.  My lis
teners need me.”

“I beg to differ. 
You
need them.  Without
them, you
’d
be nothing. 
There’d be no show.”

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