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  Her smile should have come with a warning label. If his cock got any harder, it would punch free of the denim struggling to contain it.

  “So then dinner is a yes?” She moved closer to him, increasing the need in his gut.

  “That is not necessary.”

  “I think it is.” Another two steps. “Very much so.”

  He remained rooted in place. “Why?”

  “Because I think until I get you out of my system, I am going to be focusing on you and not my work.”

  “Then why offer dinner?”

  Her full lips twitched up again. “I thought my suggesting a quick fuck behind the scaffolding might sound a bit crude.”

  A chuckle emerged from him as he crossed his arms. “Are you sure? It may just do the trick.”

  Fire flashed in her eyes matching the flames in his blood. Her tongue peeked out from her lips, just enough to tantalize him more. Currently, he was sure everything about her was a temptation.

  She reached up and touched the leather of his tool belt. There was knowing in her gaze—the knowledge a woman has when the man she wants is on the hook—and he was—and not just the hook but the line and sinker as well.

  “Very well. How about a fuck behind the scaffolding?”

  He lowered his head. “Nothing about a quick one this time?”

  She nibbled on her lower lip. “I’m hoping you don’t know the meaning of quick.”

  Lord, he was seconds away from dragging her out of here. That was, if he made it past the nearest wall to fuck her against. This was insane. He didn’t do this, especially with an attorney in her place of work.

  “I do, but I promise our encounter will not be.”

  “My office is just down the street.”

  “So no scaffolding?”

  “I can offer you a desk. And a couch.” She splayed her fingers across his chest. “Also a chair or two.”

  He finally gave in and touched her. Brushing his hand along the side of her face until he reached the nape of her neck, he noticed she closed her eyes and leaned into his caress. He tangled his fingers in her hair, messing up her neat bun. “That sounds like a good start.”

  This time he knew he saw flashes of lightning. They skated along his skin in hues of white, pink, blue and pale yellow. He would worry about that later.

  “Let’s go then,” she murmured, opening her eyes.

  They walked the two blocks side by side, not touching, and the tension between them never lowered. In fact, it grew with each passing second. He kept his distance from her in the stairwell, knowing once he got to touch her again, he wasn’t stopping until they were both sated. Plus, walking up behind her wasn’t at all a bad view.

  “Back again, Roz? I thought you were going home for the night.” The woman who spoke was shoving things into her bag.

  “You know me, Mellie. I never quit.”

  “You should get out more,” she said with a smile. “Have a nice dinner and a date. You can’t work all the time.”

  “Night, Mellie.”

  “Night.” The woman shook her head and he realized it was a common discussion for them to have.

  He followed Roz into her office and as she shut the door behind him, he dropped his tool belt to the floor. Facing her, he hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. “She did not seem all that surprised to see you here.”

  “I work long hours,” she said, putting her briefcase on her desk. “Before you ask, no I don’t bring guys here to fuck.”

  She perched on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs. He looked at her then around the room. The frosted windows kept it private but he wasn’t sure how much the sound carried. Then she unfastened the first button on her suit and he didn’t give a damn how it carried.

  A possessive rumble escaped him as he grabbed her upper arms, her flesh singeing his palms. “You have one chance. Say no and I will find a way to walk out of your office, right now.” His voice sounded like distant thunder.

  She dragged her finger along his lower lip. “What happens if I say yes?”

  He nipped the tip as his cock jerked in his jeans. “I fuck you. Long. Hard. Until that perfect face and body are drenched in sweat and you’re unable to speak. Until I know when I see you walking in the courthouse tomorrow, your slow steps will be because you are still feeling my thick cock spearing between your legs.”

  Her eyes widened before a come-hither smile tilted her mouth. She moved her touch to the collar of his shirt. “So does this happen with clothes on? Or were you planning on undressing me?”

  He was going to have a damn imprint of his jeans along his cock. “Do you have another shirt in here?”

  “I have another of everything.”

  That’s all he needed to hear—she would be using them. With little effort, he ripped open her shirt, buttons scattering across the dark wood top and onto the floor of her office. A pale green bra held breasts he couldn’t wait to have in his mouth.

  Chapter Two

  The cool office air hit her overheated skin and her tight nipples drew tauter still. She had no clue how she could be so hot. This wasn’t like her—not at all. Neither was screwing a man—one she didn’t know—in her office.

  He shoved her opened shirt and suit coat over her upper arms, pinning them. The move also thrust her breasts forward. His groan of approval shot like an arrow to her clit.

  His black eyes riveted upon her mouth. He gripped her hips and dragged her to the edge of the desk. Without ceremony or words, he yanked up a chair to sit on, then he touched her ankles, gliding his hands up along her skin—her calves, the sensitive areas around her knees and on up to her thighs. He placed her heels on the arms of the chair he occupied.

  Her pencil skirt made the position uncomfortable, at least until he shoved the material farther up her legs. His breath fanned out along her left inner thigh—then the right. She couldn’t contain her whimpers.

  She rolled her shoulders, wanting her arms free, the urge to touch him in return coursing through her. He lifted his head.

  “Stay like that.”

  Three words. Ones she listened to. Moisture soaked her panties as her breathing grew even more ragged.

  She stared at his dark-skinned hand as he moved it up between her spread legs. Her gut clenched as his knuckles brushed against her core. She took a sharp breath.

  He used two fingers and slid them below the elastic, the calluses on the pads skyrocketing her pulse—and need—into a brand new stratosphere.

  “Look at how wet you are,” he rumbled, yanking hard and snapping the thin straps holding her panties together.

  She squirmed when he dragged one digit between her pussy lips. He pushed it into her with a slow, continuous movement.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” she moaned, thrusting her lower body onto his finger, needing more. He conceded to her unspoken demand, adding another to her tightness.

  Altair wrapped one arm around her back, bringing her nearer to the edge. He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, opening her to him even more. He didn’t move his fingers, just kept them pressed completely in her. Without preamble, he bent close and captured her clit in his mouth.

  “Shit!” she wailed, tremors racking her. Her attempts to close her legs were thwarted by his cotton-covered shoulders.

  He lapped, nipped and sucked until she fell back, unable to retain her other position. He did incredible things to her, weaving around her clit with the tip of his tongue, laving at her with the flat. All the while he continued to piston his fingers inside her.

  She struggled with her need to grip his head and hold him to her. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, spearing into her like a shot. She shattered, body bowing as her orgasm poured over her. He grabbed her hips and held her to his mouth, lapping at all the syrup she spilled.

  He muttered something against her pussy. She had no idea what it was but the vibrations from his words launched her again into multiple mini orgasms. Tremors owned her.

  He stood, and she st
ared at him. His lips glistened with her juices and his chest was bare. She hadn’t a clue when he’d taken off his shirt. She licked her lips as her heart continued to pound.

  Altair bent over her, kissing her exposed belly. Moving up, he trailed kisses through the valley of her breasts until he reached her mouth. As he slanted his mouth over hers, she welcomed his assault with one of her own. That’s what it was. She had no other word for it. Storming her defenses, an all-out assault.

  She tasted herself on his lips and tongue. Beneath that, however, she tasted him. Male. Powerful.

  He broke the kiss and feasted on her breasts. He’d moved her bra out of his way, putting it up over them so it was another band along her skin. His light scruff had done a number on her inner thighs and now it did the same thing there.

  He took his hands away and she watched him as he fumbled with his pants. Altair tossed a square packet on her belly seconds before he shoved his jeans down. His cock sprang up, thick and proud. He goes commando, I like it. A lot. She longed to touch it—and him.

  Muscles and no fat created this specimen before her. He worked physically hard and it showed. He fisted himself and stroked a few times, never taking his gaze from her.

  Her pussy wept more, as she anticipated him being buried deep inside her. She bit her lower lip.

  While she knew it was only seconds, it seemed like forever until he picked up the condom and opened it. She remained mesmerized while he rolled it down his erection.

  “Hurry,” she whispered. Her need and craving for him weren’t anything that shamed her.

  He ran his hands along the insides of her thighs while he shuffled closer to her. Electrical spikes bolted through her at each touch. She panted with longing as he gripped the base of his cock and poised the head at her entrance.

  She wriggled her feet, securing their position on the chair a bit more, her heels making it a difficult job. He placed the pad of his thumb from his other hand on her clit and began rotating it.

  “Ohh,” she moaned. “Please.”

  His set jaw and a bead of sweat trickling down his face were the only indications he was struggling to keep himself in control. He flexed his hips and slid his cock inside her, filling her, stretching her muscles.

  Her eyelids fluttered but she kept them open and watched him enter her.

  “Look at how this pussy accepts my cock,” he said, tone low and intimate. “You are so fucking tight and wet, like you were made for me alone. For this dick.”

  His words set off an alarm in her head, one she pushed away. Right now this was just about sex. Mutual pleasure between strangers. Nothing more than that.

  “Hook those legs around my waist. Dig your heels into my back. Let us see how loud I can make you scream.”

  Those words were her warning. He waited until she had locked around him before he started moving. Altair fucked her as promised.

  * * * *

  Altair opened his eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings putting him on alert, pushing aside the relaxation that had been bubbling around him. Framed pictures dotted the walls, illuminated by a lone lamp. Recollection returned about what he was doing and where he resided.

  Roz’s office.

  Outside the large window the sky was lit by the city lights. He pinched the bridge of his nose then checked the time on his IDF watch. Nine at night. He’d not had anything to eat—real food wise—since before noon. Not that he was complaining.

  Roz was a wildcat. His back still stung from the rake of her nails down it while he’d fucked her. That’s what it had been—this hadn’t been anything like making love. It had been raw, visceral, hungry.

  Right now, however, the moment was tender. She lay in the crook of his arm, her head resting over his heart. A blanket beneath them and another covered their naked bodies as they sprawled on her leather couch. Her leg rested between his and he realized he didn’t mind this intimacy.

  What is wrong with me?

  He couldn’t answer that question. After scrubbing his hand down his face, he draped it over her body. She moaned softly and pressed closer to him. Flashes of light drew his attention and he glanced at her prone form.

  This cannot be correct. Why am I seeing little jagged lightning bolts come from where I am touching her? I thought I had been hallucinating earlier but now, I am not so sure.

  Shades of blue, white, yellow and even pink sparked and shone in the light. He squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them once more, the bolts were gone.

  So I was seeing things. Okay, it happens. I must be dehydrated and hungry.

  She stirred, and he tightened his hold around her. Another moan slipped free. “What time is it?” Her voice dragged along his skin like rough velvet.

  “Around nine.”

  “Shit, they’re going to kill me.”

  Even though her words indicated she was late for something, Roz made no move to go anywhere.

  “Who are?”

  “My foster siblings. I was supposed to have dinner with them tonight.” A soft chuckle. “What I had, I didn’t feel like sharing.”

  He hadn’t either. Stroking his hands up and down her back, he stared over the sofa and out of the large window once more. “Will they be looking for you?”

  “In a manner of speaking.”

  Cryptic words. The investigator in him became intrigued in less time than it took for a breath. The man he was currently fought it, accepting he was now a carpenter.

  “What is your last name?”

  “Guess we didn’t get to that, did we?” There was no anger in her statement, more like amusement.

  “No.”

  “Hill. I’m Roz Hill.”

  “Altair Sagal.”

  “I’d say nice to meet you but I’m thinking we’re past those kinds of niceties. I mean, I already know you on a whole different type of level.” Her stomach rumbled only to be echoed by his own. She pushed up and gazed at him. “Are you in a rush to leave or would you care to share some Chinese? I know a place that delivers. They have good food.”

  Unwilling, or unready, to leave her, he thought it was a good idea and told her so. He smirked with male arrogance when she grunted more than once as she crawled off him. She snapped her head toward him.

  “I cannot be in court like this tomorrow.” She took two more steps with the same jerky, almost tender motions.

  “You may need a massage.”

  She peered over her shoulder as she walked to a door and opened it. “Is that an offer?”

  He sat up, smiling again at her look of appreciation. “No. I caused that. I told you that was what I wanted.”

  She shook her head and faced the closet before reaching in and withdrawing some more clothing. “No respect for the lawyer.”

  He prowled up behind her, settling his hands on her hips and allowing his still-hard cock to poke her. “Would this be the lawyer who was screaming at me to fuck her harder?”

  “Not right this second, no.” Laughter tinged her words.

  Altair bucked against her, loving how she pressed back without hesitation. “Since you are already sore…”

  She dropped the suit she’d withdrawn and put her hands on the door. “Make me scream once more.”

  He stared at her for a moment, her body trembling with anticipation, her ass pushed toward him. He grasped his cock and put it at her pussy. Wrapping a hand in her hair, he tugged as he drove into her, balls deep with one single stroke.

  “Ohh fuck,” she cried.

  He stared at her shoulder and the tattoo there—a rearing horse with some characters beneath it he couldn’t understand. Then she flexed her vaginal walls and nothing else but her gripping him mattered.

  Using the door to his advantage, he made her scream… More than once. As her cream ran down his cock, he realized they’d not used protection. He pulled out of her and she turned to look at him, dark eyes sleepy with sexual exhaustion.

  “Come on. I have a bathroom we can clean up in.” She made her way over the
re, still moving stiffly.

  They cleaned up in very little time. She redressed in a new suit, ordered their food and cleaned up the buttons he’d popped off. All the while, he walked around in just his jeans.

  “You need to put the rest of your clothing on before the food gets here,” she said, wadding up her suit and shoving it, along with the displaced buttons, in a duffel bag she’d removed from the closet.

  He did as she’d ordered and sat. A knock came and she opened the door, allowing entrance to a slim Asian man.

  “Working late again I see, Ms. Hill.”

  “You know it, Chen. Some days I think I live here.”

  “Isn’t that why you have your place close by?”

  She tipped her head in Altair’s direction. “Not taking clients home.”

  “Smart woman. My father says you come to dinner soon.”

  “I will. Probably won’t be until next month,” she said, handing him some money and waving away the offer of change.

  “I will let him know. Enjoy and have a good night.”

  “You too, Chen.”

  The man left and Altair looked at her, one eyebrow raised. “Client?”

  “While I like a good fuck, I don’t need it broadcast, especially since you are the first one I have ever had in the office.” She shook her head and began setting out the food. “Sorry about that. I know you’re not a client.”

  He helped and waited for her to pick up hers before he delved in with his own chopsticks to his chicken lo mein. They ate in silence for a while.

  “So, tell me, Altair,” she said, readjusting herself in the chair to face him more. She had her legs draped over one side. “What do you do? Or have you always been a carpenter?”

  “No, not always. At least not for a job. I have always built things.” And destroyed them. “What is the tattoo on your shoulder? Not the horse, I got that, but the one below it?”

  She sucked the end of her chopsticks, hardening his dick as he recalled what it was like sliding between her full lips.

  “They mean freedom, energy and sexuality in Chinese.” She dipped the sticks back in the container and pulled out more rice. “Things the horse represents.”