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He had to be feeling it,
had
to, because having him so near to me had made me molten inside. Lord, but he looked good. Gone were the jeans and button-down from the restaurant, replaced by a black suit, charcoal shirt, and slick purple tie.

“Hello.” My voice was breathy. He looked good enough to eat, and I very nearly told him so, but bit my tongue just in time.

“May I buy you that beer?” His words were phrased as a question, but the tone I heard told me that he would, in fact, be ordering me a drink. It was bossy, but somehow I liked it better than Tony's tactic.

“Yes.” I knew that I would say yes to quite a lot of things if he suggested them to me right then. I could smell the heat emanating from his skin, those same scents from Cambria, overlaid with a hint of the sexiest cologne that I'd ever smelled.

“Two bottles of the Stone Imperial please, Angie.” Though Zach looked at the bartender briefly to make sure that she heard him, he seemed not to notice—truly not to—when she uncapped the bottles and handed them over, accidentally on purpose grazing his hand.

“Anytime, Mr. St. Brenton.” She cast him the patented
come fuck me
look that some girls seem to master in middle school, then sent a little bonus smirk my way.

Zach didn't appear to even hear her, instead handing me my beer and placing his hand at the small of my back, guiding me to a small table with two chairs, set against a back wall.

“How come you didn't have to pay for those? And aren't we going to sit with everyone else?” He chuckled a bit as he pulled out my chair for me. The action caused my heart to skip with delicious anticipation.

“I'm not interested in spending time with everyone else.”

Oh man. Which meant . . . that meant that he was interested in spending time with
me
?

I could feel my legs begin to tremble under the table, and I smoothed my palms down the length of my thighs in an attempt to steady them.

As if trying to put me at ease, Zach changed the subject.

“Did you know that Cambria was originally called Santa Rosa?” I was so mesmerized by the way his full lips looked that it took a moment for his words to sink in. The Santa Rosa Bar. Cambria. Not paying for his drinks. The bartender knowing his name.

When things lined up, I reared back in my chair, an accusatory stare on my face.

“You own this place!” My reaction seemed to puzzle him, but I carefully set my beer bottle back onto the table and looked at him with alarm.

“What's the matter?” He leaned in again, concern on his face, but I slid back, keeping some distance between us.

“Don't. I can't think when you're near me.” I chose that moment to look over Zach's shoulder and across the bar to the big table where my coworkers sat. They all, to a man—even Glen—were watching Zach and me, not bothering to hide their interest. Some merely looked fascinated, but some—most of them female—had expressions ranging from shock to disgust to hatred. These last few were also whispering and pointing and not seeming to care who saw.

They thought I was a whore. They thought that I was Zach's mistress, or call girl, or hooker, for heaven's sake, and that he was trying to pass me off as gainfully employed within his company.

I felt sick. The worst part of all was that, if he had allowed it, they would all be absolutely right.

“I have to go.” I couldn't look at him, couldn't say anything else. I made my way to the entrance and out as quickly as I could.

Tears threatened to fall as I walked—nearly ran—down the street. I'd walked to work that morning, thinking that the motel where I was staying was closer to the office building than it was.

My throat felt thick with unshed tears, but more than hysterics, I felt sick with mortification.

I'd never been anything but the good girl, the prim and proper princess, and I simply didn't know how to handle this.

The days that I had spent in Cambria had reawakened my addiction to the sound of the ocean, and so with a split-second decision I veered off course and turned in the direction of Aquatic Park.

Halfway there, a dark, fancy town car pulled up beside me. It followed me for a few steps as I began to walk faster and then faster still.

What kind of city had I moved to?

While my heart was in my throat, the door opened, and someone grasping my elbows in strong hands lifted me clear off of my feet.

“Don't you ever do that again.” I didn't give him the satisfaction of my struggling, instead staring at him with defiance that I didn't feel, my body tensed at his touch. I was mad, oh yes indeed, but something about him still made me feel . . . safe. The panic was beaten completely into submission in his presence, and it was a strange, yet welcome, sensation.

“Put me down.” I emphasized each word, my eyes shooting daggers. He did not look pleased, and held me just long enough to make his point. The second that my heels touched concrete, I pushed off, stomping now, determined not to let this overbearing ape of a man ruin my evening walk on the beach.

Even if he was an awfully sexy ape of a man.

He was right with me, a shadow that I couldn't detach.

“You can't go for a walk alone at night in the city.” He had a valid point, but right at that moment I didn't care.

“Watch me.” The words had barely left my lips when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He actually did, as if he were a caveman and I was the woman he had just hit over the head with a rock.

I shrieked with indignation and kicked at his torso. The street was deserted except for a male couple holding hands as they walked their tiny dog. They watched avidly, clearly entertained, but didn't offer assistance.

What the
hell
kind of city was this?

“Put me down.” I tried emphasizing all of my words again, slow and loud. Zach didn't appear to notice, his hands tightening where they pressed against my flesh, flat against my back, and splayed over the globe of my behind.

“Put me down!”

“Happy to.” Back at the fancy black town car, he slid me down his body slowly, deliberately, making sure that I felt every bit of him.

That happened to include a massive, rock-hard erection. He was
aroused
by this?

A strangled sound of frustration bubbled up from my throat as I shoved away from him. He was
such
a bastard.

Never mind that having just been pressed up so tightly against him had made me wet.

Zach cocked his head as he took in my stance, my hands fisted on my hips, my teeth grinding together.

“You're angry with me.” One corner of his mouth turned up in the beginning of a smile. “Nobody gets angry with me. Especially not women.”

“That's what you think!” Beyond frustrated now, in every meaning of the word, I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away. Instead of giving me space, he caught my wrists in his fingers, a strong grip that I couldn't break out of.

We stared at each other for a long moment, me still grinding my teeth together, and him looking at me as I were the most wonderfully fascinating thing that he'd ever seen. And then, before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on mine and I was pressed back against the car. The cool, unyielding metal I could feel through the back of my blouse was a strange contrast to the undulating heat searing my breasts, my torso, my belly.

I felt as if I were being branded, and I didn't mind at all. When his tongue traced the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, I parted my lips and let him sweep his tongue inside. My hands slid up to clench onto the solid muscles of his upper arms, and his hands fisted in my hair, tugging as they had the last time.

We broke away, panting, when the clear, sharp sound of a wolf whistle sliced through the night. Turning as one, we looked across the street to where the two young men walking their dog were grinning at us. One gave us a thumbs-up.

We both laughed a bit, breathless, and it should have broken the tension.

It didn't.

“Get in.” Without waiting for an answer, Zach picked me up and placed me gently on the long bench seat in the back of the car. He followed, hitting the button that raised the privacy panel between us and the driver.

“Just drive.” He said this at the last possible moment, and then we were alone. While I, given my way, would have instigated a discussion about what this meant, how it couldn't possibly be a good idea, and how I really didn't want to be involved with a coworker again, Zach seemed to prefer a more direct approach.

Pulling me onto his lap to straddle him, he eased my pencil skirt up to my hips, forcing my legs wide.

“What are you—” Cutting off my protest with a kiss, he fisted the neck of my blouse and yanked, hard enough to send buttons flying. My simple black bra was revealed, and he pulled it down, the straps stretching to the limit before my breasts bounced up from the cups, now sitting on the fabric like a plate of something tasty for him to devour.

“Fuck,” Zach muttered as he watched them jiggle, the movement caused by the motion of the car. He stared long and hard before lunging close to nuzzle his face into my cleavage. “They're just as I imagined.”

As he'd imagined? He'd been imagining them? The thought disappeared when he sucked one of the tight nipples into his mouth, suckling so hard that I felt a tug all the way to my cunt.

“Aah!” I squirmed, my hips rocking against his. His response was to begin rolling my other nipple between the fingers of his right hand.

Both of my hands were on his chest, trying to create some distance, some space so I could breathe.

I didn't want to breathe. I didn't want this to stop, ever.

“Undo my pants.”

Suddenly embarrassed, I buried my face into Zach's neck and shook my head. I didn't think that I could undress him—I wasn't brave enough.

Tom had always just undressed himself. And while it certainly wasn't fair to compare the two men—not fair to Tom, at least—my sexual experience was limited enough that I couldn't seem to help it.

As the flush of my cheeks burned into his neck, Zach removed his touch from my breasts, and I groaned at the loss of pleasure.

“Devon.” His voice was stern enough to make me rock back and look at him in the face. “I give you permission to undo my pants. Unbuckle my belt, undo the fly, and pull out my cock. If I didn't want you, and you alone, to do this, I wouldn't tell you to.”

It seemed like his words should be strange, but they were the impetus that I needed. I did as I was told, and as I did, he pulled a small foil packet from his pocket. Tearing it open with his teeth, he pulled out the ring of latex, waiting for me to finish my task.

When I finally pulled his cock from the soft material of his dress pants, I felt desire stab through me in a way that it never had, not with Tom, certainly not with anyone else.

I wanted that cock. I wanted to touch it, to lick it, to bury it inside of me.

I wanted it to be mine.

Mixed with that potent desire was a heavy dose of shyness. Wrapping my fist around the thick shaft was all that I had the nerve to do. A strangled cry slipped from Zach's lips, and in a series of quick motions he had sheathed his length in latex, angled my hips toward him, shoved the crotch of my panties to one side, and seated himself inside of me.

He was not gentle. He was also not small, the length and girth making my eyes widen in appreciation and surprise. It hurt, taking all of him in, but mixed with that hurt was a delirious amount of pleasure, and the sound that escaped from my throat was very nearly a scream.

“I should have warned you.” Zach nipped at my neck and, without giving me even a moment to adjust to the sensation of him inside me, filling, began to thrust up in hard, rough strokes. “I don't do gentle. Ever.”

“I think I like it.” Even more than the fact that I was drowning in waves of pleasure, I wasn't feeling much like the meek, mild Devon who would have been shocked to be handled so roughly.

Zach growled, liking my words. Fisting his hands into the length of my hair, which looked nearly white in the stripes of light from the streetlamps as we passed them by, he tugged hard. The sting only added to the deliciousness of the moment, and soon I found myself meeting him thrust for thrust, my fingers curling into his shoulders until I was sure my nails would draw blood.

“Fuck. Fuck!” I had never been one to use profanity, but as the pleasure gathered and stretched like a string being pulled tighter and tighter, there seemed to be no other word. “Fuck!” Zach pressed his thumb against my clit as I climbed, the look on his face wicked as the devil, and an orgasm slammed into me like I'd been struck by lightning. Unable to control any part of myself, I screamed, thrusting down as hard as I could, greedily asking for everything he could give me.

“Devon!” His own words were a shout as he released, the sensation of my climax bringing him over. In me to the hilt, he groaned, long and loud, as he emptied himself inside of me.

We stayed that way for a long moment, curled into each other. Once my mind began to function again, and unsure of the protocol in the situation, I shifted and looked down into his face.

It was unreadable. The walls were up, fully up, and all entrances were locked tight.

“I . . .” There wasn't anything that I could think of to say. Slowly I peeled myself off of him, though I wanted nothing more than to stay curled on his lap, pressed again him.

He let me go without comment, and it hurt.

Sliding down on the bench so that we were no longer touching, I tucked my breasts back into my bra, smoothed down my skirt, buttoned the two fastenings that hadn't been ripped off. I shifted uncomfortably, aware that my panties were soaked through and had been stretched so much that they would likely have to be tossed into the trash.

Zach wrapped the condom in a tissue and cleaned himself off with another before redoing his pants. He didn't look at me, so I stopped looking at him.

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