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Authors: Em Petrova

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Jagger looked down at her, a question warring in his eyes. The streetlights outlined the creases around his lips. “Do you have a purse or something?”

“The bartender’s a friend of mine. He’ll keep everything for me.”

With a hard nod, Jagger let his gaze tick from her face to her mostly bare body. “You can’t walk the street this way.” In a flash his T-shirt was off and he was tugging it over her head. Before she could remove her trapped hair, he did it for her, fingers lingering in the thick mass and his eyes scalding her.

His bulging chest muscles in the bluish streetlights thrilled her to the core.

She threw herself at him at the same moment he yanked her into his arms. Passion and need flowed between their bodies. He rocked his cock against her pussy. She ground down on him, aching for so much more.

When he tore away, he grated out, “If we can make it two blocks without me pressing you against a building and fucking you to a screaming orgasm, we’ll be lucky.”

She shivered at his dark promise. Oh yeah, this was what she’d been craving in her life. Despite her daring acts, she hadn’t been satisfied. Now Jagger was spoon-feeding her the wildness she wanted.

When he’d said he lived around the corner, he hadn’t been exaggerating. In a few hundred steps they were at his walk-up. As he opened the door to a space filled with unpacked boxes, she wondered if he were moving. This might be a true one-night stand.

Wait—what was she thinking? It was definitely a one-night stand. She didn’t do relationships. Ever.

He quietly closed the door behind her, and they faced each other. That awkward moment she’d experienced in every first date—if she could call it that—was upon them.

“Sorry about the mess—I just moved in. But,” his eyes glittered in the lights pouring in through the tall windows of his turn of the century apartment, “I have my bed set up.”

She splayed her fingers over his bare chest, too aware that only the shirt she wore—that smelled amazingly like him—separated their skin.

With a low groan, he cradled her face and kissed her. The caress started much more tenderly than they’d left off, but in a blink they went from zero to a hundred. She stomped on the gas and let herself feel.

His hands wandered over her spine, making sweeping passes that scalded her skin. When he reached the crest of her buttocks, she held her breath. The intimacy between them had been established by a few body shots, and there was no need to hesitate—he grabbed her ass and lifted her against his erection.

She gasped at the hardness against her pussy even as he whirled down a corridor. She barely registered that his bedroom was in orderly shape despite the rest of his apartment. In a few long strides he hit the bed.

Spread her out and covered her with his hard body.

When he withdrew from the kiss long enough to flash her a devilish grin, she found herself echoing it. Damn, he was beautiful and playful and hot as hell. She dug her fingers into his hair and pressed kisses to his rough jaw that pushed every button in her body.

“You taste so damn good,” he growled as he placed hungry kisses down her neck. He roamed his big hands up her torso under his shirt, electrifying her. She arched, wrapped her heels behind his back, and yanked him down against her needy pussy.

“I never do this.” She threw her head back as he cupped her breast and kneaded the tip with skill that swallowed any she’d known before. He pinched her nipple into a tighter peak and ground his erection between her legs.

“Me neither. But I wanted you the minute I saw you.” To prove his point, he lifted her on his cock. Her pussy flooded and her thong was useless.

Rearing back, he stared down into her eyes. Her heart did a mad flip. The corner of his lips tipped upward and a dimple appeared. A dimple she wanted to explore further but it vanished as quickly as it’d come. His eyes darkened, he gripped the firehouse T-shirt she was wearing and ripped it off.

Her bra was next while she scrabbled at his waistband. When she felt the size of his cock tucked behind warm cotton underwear, a shiver of excitement struck her. “I need you. Now.”

It had been too long since she’d had a regular relationship, and she hadn’t lied to him when she’d said she didn’t sleep around. And he seemed like a man who had enough experience to get the job done.

“I haven’t tasted nearly enough of you yet, Hanna.” Her name coming from his lips sounded naughty. As he leaned over her breasts, his hair fell forward to caress her skin.

“Such pretty breasts.” He sucked the point into his burning mouth.

She cried out, her nails set into his shoulders. He sucked hard and soft in turns, driving her mad.

“Can’t forget this one.” He moved to the other nipple, grazing it with his teeth. She rocked into him, throbbing for so much more.

Her mind fled under the intense swirls of his tongue. When he finally lifted his head, she was gasping. His rugged features imprinted on her memory. Dark brows that had a wicked tilt that mimicked his lips. A straight nose and eyes that tipped down a little at the corners. A scar cut through the five o’clock shadow of his beard.

Staring into his eyes, she ran her thumb over the spot. The rasp of his beard sent goose bumps skittering over her arms. Her nipples pinched tighter.

“Mmm.” He sucked the right then the left in rapid succession. Before she could recover he was on his feet, pulling off his heavy work boots. Muscles she’d never known existed rippled on his torso as he twisted and turned and finally dropped his jeans.

Her breaths came faster. Unable to speak at the sight of his thick cock bouncing against his ridged abs, the head purple with arousal, she crooked her finger in his direction.

As he approached the bed, cock in hand, his sideways grin was back in place. “You want this, beautiful?”

She made a desperate noise that might have embarrassed her if she weren’t burning inside.

Climbing onto the bed, his eyes hooded. The mattress dipped under his weight. As if he owned her body, he curled his fingers around her inner thighs and spread her open to him.

Hooking a finger under the string on her hip, he plucked it. The thin elastic snapped and the small patch of fabric fluttered aside, exposing her. Taking advantage of her surprise, he threw himself down on the bed and opened his mouth over her pussy.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, and she groped at the bed for something to anchor her. He lifted her ass on his hands and sucked her pussy with abandon, wringing guttural sounds from her. He licked from the bottom to the top, collecting her flavors on the point of his tongue.

“Fucking delicious.” He dived back in, plunging his tongue deep. She began to pulsate and reached down to trap her clit under her finger. He pried her fingers off with a growled, “Mine.” And covered her hard bud with his tongue.

She bowed off the bed. He sucked. Her muscles trembled, and she bucked against his mouth, aiming for the end that was a bright spot on the horizon.

“Come for me, beautiful. You’re close.”

“You had me…burning…back in the bar.”

He flashed her a look that sent her flying higher. Then deliberately holding her gaze as he had while drinking rum off her body, he tongue-fucked her pussy. Pressure mounted in her core. Juices spilled over his crafty tongue.

The orgasm struck out of nowhere. She screamed as the wild sensations thrummed through her. Pussy contracting hard and fast on his tongue. Bliss blasting through her system.

He slowed and gentled his movements for two long pulsations—before shoving two fingers high and deep in her channel.

Another orgasm ripped through her, and she lost herself in a haze of ecstasy. The last thing she saw was his Jagger’s cocky bad-boy smile.
Oh he’s in for it. Fair’s fair.

∙•∙

The moment Hanna’s beautiful lips wrapped around his cock, a roar built in his throat. He curled his hand around her nape and pulled her down over his length, feeding her his shaft. She moaned, and no way in hell could he hold off a noise now.

Especially when she looked up at him that way, all innocent on the outside and temptress inside. He rocked his hips, and she took him.

All the way.

“Jesus,” he gasped, his mind spinning like a whirlpool. Need slashed through him, and for long minutes he could only feel.

Soft woman. Exquisite lips. Warm, wet mouth.

His balls tightened, and he put a hand on her jaw, lifting her head. She released him from her hot mouth, and all he wanted to do was plunge back inside.

“I’m going to lose it if you go on.” He yanked her up his body and claimed her mouth. She tasted like him, which raised a growl from his throat. Damn, he’d hit the jackpot. A melody played in his head—the song about strangers on the jukebox when he’d been doing body shots off the little vixen.

His mind whispered the words as he flipped her into his mattress and got to his knees. In seconds he had a condom rolled over his length. She wet her lips, and he nearly lost it a second time. Or was it a third time?

“Ready for me, beautiful?”

“Been ready for a while now.” Her breasts rose and fell with every breath she sucked in. Her eyes…damn, they were melting with lust and her lips were swollen from sucking his cock.

He poised at the quick of her and very slowly eased into her tight pussy.

Tossing her head back, she made a sound of total abandon. He was right behind her. With slow jerks of his hips, he buried himself deep in her pussy. When he was embedded to the root, he trapped her face in his hands and stared into her eyes.

A strange zinging sensation snapped through him. That odd protective feeling that had overcome him when he’d seen her on the bar and believed her to be too drunk to make good decisions came back full force.

This time, he had no reason for it. But he wasn’t questioning what he’d just experienced.

He started to move.

A roughened cry escaped her, and she surged up to press her lips to his. Her tongue probed his mouth in sync to the thrust of his hips. He plundered her, withdrawing with torturous slowness and ramming home. She enveloped his every inch, stole his mind with her kisses.

And he was so damn close already. He clamped down on his need to blow and slipped a finger between her legs. When he crushed her hard pearl to her body, she clenched around him. He fed his groan into her mouth, and she returned it with a feminine coo that drove him over the edge.

He pounded into her. Wild with the need to claim her and drive her to the same height. He stroked her button once…twice.

She came with a shudder and a scream his neighbors surely heard. He dragged his length through her pussy five more times as spurts of hot come burst from him. Passion roared in his ears. Their gazes locked.

And he collapsed atop her. Her arms and legs wound around him, and he drifted in a haze of pure ecstasy that gave him a satisfaction he’d only felt when finding a victim in the heat of the flames.

 

Chapter Two

“Calling Hanna. Come in, Hanna.” A hand waved before her face, and she blinked, the fog of memory slowly clearing from her mind.

She spun her desk chair away from her annoying coworker who was hell-bent on invading her space. Her cubicle was barely large enough for her desk and a few personal belongings. Yet Rick always tried to fit himself in here with her. Wasn’t it bad enough he continually cornered her in the break room?

“Hi, Rick. What did you need?”

He swept an arm from behind his back, revealing a sheaf of papers, and she bit back a groan. Besides being annoying and hitting on her, he’d been pawning more and more of his work off on her.

“Deadline is the end of the day. But you’re fast. I have faith in you.” His eyes twinkled a little too much.

The daydream she’d been having fled like smoke in a headwind coming off the ocean. It was impossible to replay every delicious kiss and caress from Jagger with a man like Rick standing so close. Her brain couldn’t process.

Snapping the papers out of his hand, she dropped them on her desk and turned her chair back to the wall. “I’ll get it done.”

He pushed further into her cubicle. All the hairs on her nape prickled with disgust—she swore she could feel his hot, sticky breath on her shoulder. How many times had he fawned over her, telling her how nice she looked in her skirts and that she should have been on the big screen? She didn’t buy it, though. With her freckles and wide-set eyes, she’d always considered herself “cute” rather than “beautiful.”

“We’re all going to Durango’s after work for drinks. I haven’t seen you there for a while.” Rick pushed his fingers through his hair, which looked like someone else’s toupee had blown onto his head. The underside of his jaw wobbled as he craned closer to her.

She could tell him she’d been haunting Tricky Dick’s for two weeks. Sometimes she saw a few of the other firemen he’d been with that night, but no Jagger. Not that she was looking.

Rick’s hand came down on her forearm. Resisting the urge to shake him off, she looked at him. “If you need a ride there, I’m driving.” He waggled his brows.

She pressed the grimace on her lips into a wavy smile. “Thanks, but I don’t want anybody getting the wrong idea about us.”

“I know you’re always worried about the ‘no office romance rule.’ But I’ve got an in with John. I’m sure he’d let things slide if you and I were to—”

Enough!
She dropped her arm from under his hand and curled tightly into her chair to avoid further contact. “Rick, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t date.”

“You’ve been saying that for the two years I’ve known you. Surely a beautiful girl like you dates once in a while.”

“Nope.” She faced her desk once more and furiously whipped the top paper off the pile and buried her nose in it. “I never date. Thanks for bringing me all this work. I’d better get to it if I’m on deadline!”

She forced a cheerful note to her voice but felt far from it.

Taking the hint, Rick’s footsteps faded away. Still paranoid that he was standing over her, Hanna tossed a peek over her shoulder. Yes, he was gone. She drew a deep breath and pushed it out, glaring at the papers. Since she and Rick were in the same department, the lines were blurred between his work and hers. And he had seniority on her. If he wanted to pass his workload onto her, unfortunately she had no say in it.

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