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“Do you think that maybe your grief is coloring your perceptions?”

I saw a slight crack in her resolve, hated myself for using her emotions against her, but proceeded. “I mean if you care about Stephanie as much as you seem to, the loss had to be devastating. Maybe your mind is just trying to compensate?”

“I thought that. I did. For a long, long time. But when Tillman died, I just knew.”

“Jordan, even if there’s more to the story, you can’t put yourself at risk. And say there is some kind of terrible secret, what can you do? If they killed Stephanie, they’ll kill you.”

“I know,” she whispered. “And I don’t care. But I have to know the truth. I won’t rest until I do.”

“Why, Jordan? Why are you risking so much for someone who is gone?”

The rawness of my voice surprised me, and her, too, if the change in her expression was anything to go by. I needed to disentangle myself, pull back and not dig deeper, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

“Because she saw me. The real me”—Jordan looked down at me, eyes flashing—“and I won’t let her go, won’t let them wipe her away like she was nothing,” she said.

I couldn’t sway her, couldn’t offer the reassurance that she needed, so I would give her the only thing I could.

She stared down at me, eyes still flashing defiance, that again morphed into surprise when I slowly leaned forward and grazed my lips across one bare, rounded knee, and then the other. Her skin was warm, soft, and, needing to feel it again, I retraced that path with my lips, leaving one kiss, then another.

I leaned back and lowered myself to my knees, kneeling in front of her. And then, not breaking her gaze, I ran my hands up her thighs, the softness underneath my hard, calloused hands making me, and her, tremble, until contact was broken by the cotton of her little shorts.

“I see you, Jordan,” I whispered as I curved my fingers into the waistband of the shorts. “I see you.”

As if on instinct, she lifted her hips, and I took the opportunity to peel that scrap of fabric away from her, blood heating when I saw that she was bare underneath the tiny shorts. She didn’t move as I slid the shorts down her legs, but I could see the tension in her body, her small hands curved into fists, her eyes wide, but this time not with faux innocence, but with uncertainty.

I didn’t like it.

Set with the task of replacing that uncertainty with passion, of soothing her troubled mind as best I could in these few brief moments, I leaned forward and covered the skin that had been hidden by the shorts with my lips, trailing them across the strip of flesh above her mound.

Her musky scent and the tickle of her tight, crisp hairs against my chin only spurred my need to taste her—and eventually, once I’d had my fill, be inside her.

I moved my chin down her sex and followed it with my lips, and she cried out and slackened her thighs, shifting on the love seat. A glance up at her showed that the uncertainty that had been in her eyes was gone, replaced with desire.

I inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent, and then exhaled, smiling when she shivered. Hands curved around her thighs, which were an intoxicating mix of soft and firmness, one I couldn’t wait to feel wrapped around my waist as I slammed home, I shifted her, and the sight of lower lips, slick with her arousal, left me unable to resist.

I pressed my mouth against the plump, wet flesh and then traced it with my tongue, her flavor, her high, little breaths, her small hands gripping my shoulders only encouraging me to taste her more. She moaned out again, but then cut the sound off short.

When I looked up at her again, she wouldn’t meet my gaze, and I could see the embarrassment and nervousness on her face. I pulled the shorts completely off her legs and discarded them and then stood. Her gaze landed on the prominent protrusion of my erection, eyes hungry and needy, feelings I well understood and shared.

Moving with the urgency I felt, I wrapped an arm under her knees and the other around her back, the feel of her skin against mine making me even more anxious to feel it all over when I pressed my body against hers.

“What are you—”

She fell silent when I covered my lips with hers, and as I kissed her, she responded, going loose, pliant in my arms, exactly as I wanted her to be. Without breaking the kiss, I moved down the short hallway. There was only one door at the end, and in a few steps, I was inside her bedroom and laying her across her bed.

I made quick work of my clothes as I watched her, the incongruity of her bare bottom and covered top simultaneously making the moment comfortable and unbelievably sexy. Finally naked, I stood in front of her, my cock as hard as it had ever been. I moved toward her, the cool air against my heated skin, the anticipation of what was to come made me even harder, my crown wet with my own arousal. She reached for me, but I stilled her hand and lifted it above her head as I rested my body against her.

Her abundant body against mine was soft, warm, unbelievably feminine, and I couldn’t wait to lose myself in it. But first…

I slid down her body, kissing a path as I went until I again hovered above her sex, her heat and scent again rolling over me.

“Open for me, Jordan,” I whispered against her wet flesh.

Then I waited, one breath, another, then another until she relaxed her thighs and exposed herself to me.

I wasted no time, instead immediately pressing my lips against her, again moaning at another taste of her essence. I delved my tongue between her lips, tasting and teasing her plump folds before I finally circled her the distended bundle of nerves, toying with the hard nub.

Cream flowed freely from her, coating my tongue, and she arched her back, breaking the contact. I lay an arm across her, pinning her to the bed as I continued my ministrations. She cried out, hands locked around my forearm and she writhed under me, as I licked and kissed and nipped at her.

She was on the edge, and I wanted to push her over, so I focused on her clit with my tongue and then buried two fingers deep inside her, thrusting into her wet heat as I licked her puckered flesh.

Gripping my forearm tight, she cried out her release, the sound musical, magical. I wanted to see her face, as she came apart, but didn’t want to break the contact, and I consoled myself with the knowledge that she’d soon come apart again, this time with my cock inside her.

That thought in my mind, I broke away and groped for my pants, quickly sheathing my cock with a condom. I moved atop Jordan and then traced my hands over her body, stroking her full breasts and pert nipples, down her soft stomach, and through the arousal-slickened curls that covered her sex. Anxious to finally be inside her, I nudged her opening, pushing until against her and biting back a groan when her walls spread for me.

Inch by glorious inch, I pressed my hardness into her, the feel of her walls clamping around my cock, her soft flesh under my hands almost pushing me to climax. Not yet, though. I needed to see her face as she came for me.

I stared down at her, her dark eyes glued to mine, sparking with flashes of pleasure, those flashes brightening as I thrust. I moved again, watching the tension play on the corners of her mouth, listening to the throaty little sounds came from her with each stroke.

She squeezed down, her pussy clenching down tight on my shaft. I couldn’t hold my groan back this time, and responded in kind when I saw the little uptick of her jaw. Even under me, Jordan somehow managed to keep me unsteady.

I couldn’t let that pass, so I thrust harder, fast, and felt the warmth of satisfaction when her eyes went even more heavy-lidded and she cried out. As I moved, harder and even faster, I again trailed my fingers down her body, settling my hand over her and rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger.

She tightened around me yet again, and on an exhale, I came, my heart pounding, every inch of my skin electrified with the sensation. Her hands moving over the muscles of my back, across my shoulders, across my chest only intensified the feeling. I’d held her gaze with my own as I’d moved inside her, and I watched her now, her face still plain, her body too curvy, and knew that I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

And that thought was followed with the sudden and unmistakable awareness that, no matter orders, I’d do anything to protect her.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning I stood next to Titan’s front entrance watching employees enter through the rigorous security screening. Ostensibly, I was here to observe the procedures, point out places for improvement. And I was here physically, but my mind was elsewhere.

I was with her.

Last night seemed almost unreal, but it had happened. The memories were proof enough. I could so clearly recall the feel of her abundant body in my hands as I’d touched her, the sounds she made as I’d moved inside her, something I was anxious to experience again. And any lingering doubt about my desire for Jordan was eradicated by my reaction when she finally made her way through the door.

As she approached, I kept my expression flat, didn’t give any outward indication that I paid special attention to her, but I did. I was acutely aware of her, her walk, her dress, her entire presentation cast in a new light after last night.

She gave no outward indication either, not sparing me a glance. That was smart, for the best, but I didn’t like it. I wanted her attention, her affection, and as I watched her walk across the shining marble floor and into the elevator, I couldn’t wait until I had it again.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

I heard someone walking toward the office, and after a brief tap at the door frame, Susan entered, smile sprayed on her face, envelope in her hand.

“I have those reports and graphs you asked for,” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied shortly, not wanting to prolong this interaction.

Susan, however, seemed to take the words as an invitation, and after dropping the files on the desk, she lingered.

“You’re not sitting,” she said.

“I prefer to stand.”

She eyed me, leering. “I can tell you like to stay active. I do, too,” she said, placing a hand on her slim hip, one whose appeal I could see but which held no interest, not after last night.

I said nothing, but Susan was undeterred.

“I don’t intend to intrude, but I have to ask. That first day? Were you and Jordan…?”

The scowl I threw at her practically dared her to proceed, and she did, undaunted.

“I mean, I don’t want to presume because I know that I was mistaken,” she rolled her eyes, “but it looked like you and—”

“I’ll let you know if I need anything else, Susan,” I said.

She recoiled as if I slapped her, and then finally, mercifully, left.

I was annoyed by her intrusion, though, and pissed on Jordan’s behalf. Yet another sign of how I’d let what was supposed to be a simple observation get out of hand. I had no time, and no cause to let whatever petty office drama that was happening at Titan influence me, just like I was crazy for letting things with Jordan get even this far.

But I’d fix it. I just didn’t know quite how yet.

Chapter Twelve

“This is not how I’d imagined spending my evening,” she said, her voice throaty, the sound intensifying when I lightly squeezed her breasts.

“Especially after last night,” she responded, stretching up on her tiptoes to feather a series of light kisses across my collarbone.

I stilled my hands. “What do you mean?”

She licked the spot she’d just kissed and then said, “If I tell you, will you start touching me again?”

In lieu of a response, I cupped her breasts and then skimmed my hands around her back and down to cup the full globes of her ass.

“Yesterday,” she said between kisses, “you kissed me, and then I thought you were going to arrest me, and then well…after. It was confusing. Not something I expected to repeat.”

The rational part of my mind agreed with her, but not being with her again wasn’t an option.

“And does it please you? Repeating this?” I asked, feeling uncertain, something I wasn’t familiar with.

She stopped, lowered herself until her feet rested on the floor, and stared up at me. “What do you think?” she asked, face alight with mischief and desire.

“I haven’t decided. I think you should show me,” I said, the uncertainty of moments ago replaced with a lightness that was equally unfamiliar.

She lifted the corner of her mouth and stepped closer, hand extended in front of her. I hadn’t made it past the entryway when I’d arrived, and now I stood with my back against the door, much as she’d been yesterday. We were close enough that the difference in our heights was apparent, but though I dwarfed her, she looked powerful, and in that moment, I was at her mercy.

Her fingers were curved around the hem of my shirt—my only detour between Titan and Jordan had been a stop to change out of that awful suit—and she lifted, the cool air against my newly exposed skin only underscoring the heat of my desire.

Jordan slid her hand down my stomach and then across the bulge of my erection, the barely there touch, and her teasing eyes telling me that she was enjoying having me under her spell.

And I was.

As improbable as it may have seemed, plain, frustrating Jordan Casey had me. I swallowed hard, anticipation swelling in my blood when she lowered to her knees and rose higher when she leaned forward and traced her lips across my abs, the light caress reminiscent of that time in the stairwell, but so much more intense because of the press of her shoulders against my thighs, the top of her dark head, her rounded body lifting the anticipation even higher.

She unbuckled my belt and then my pants, moving her hands over the ridge of my erection, the touch still light. Groping for something, I reached out and grasped her shoulders, my fingers telegraphing my neediness, as did my heavy panted breaths.

With an almost smug chuckle, the breath that came with the sound brushing across my sensitized skin, she trailed her lips over the waistband of my boxer briefs and then down farther until she hovered over the crown of my cock, the pressure of her lips against me making me hold her shoulders tighter.

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