"Fuck me. Please! It's been so long."
He laid me across the table, shoving files and reports to the floor. My hand bumped my phone and the screen lit up, revealing the picture of Scott I kept as wallpaper. "Oh God, no!"
I sat up and pushed Alex back. He stumbled and collapsed into a chair. "Ready for a fight now?" His eyes glittered, and he unzipped his pants.
"No. I can't...." I picked up my phone and waved it in front of his face.
He laughed. "So that's the boyfriend." He took the phone and studied the picture. "You can do better. Even Will's hotter than this guy."
"Shut up." I wrestled my panties in place and pulled my skirt down.
"And I'm badder than both."
My ass bore the handprints to prove it. "Don't you have something better to do?"
"Better than torturing you? Nope." He laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back, his open zipper tempting me. "My lunch appointment cancelled."
"Well, I'm busy." I bent over to gather my scattered files, and felt his hand caress my sore butt. "Are you sexually harassing me?" As if I'd complain.
"Yes. Let's go eat."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"And staying here—alone—is?" He stood and zipped up his pants. "Come on."
"Lunch hour is almost over."
"Who cares? You're with the boss." He didn't wait for an answer.
I grabbed my purse and followed him out the door. "I thought Ms. Turner was my boss."
He slapped the elevator button. "Fuck Joan."
"Have you?"
Alex winked at me with a cockeyed grin, the closest he'd ever get to admitting he'd done something unethical or immoral.
"Never mind." I stepped into the elevator.
He took me to a little hole-in-the-wall place a few blocks from the office and across the street from my hotel. Does he know I'm staying there?
"It doesn't look like much, but the food is good." He smiled at the waitress as he pulled out a chair for me.
"Such a gentleman."
"Gotta keep up appearances. I have a good reputation here." Alex sat across from me and skimmed the menu.
"Really? No more bad boy?"
"Not in public."
A little thrill fluttered between my thighs. "Good to know."
He scooted his chair closer and stroked my leg under the table. "Don't go thinking you're safe with me... anywhere."
Good to know. "I won't make that mistake again."
He pushed back and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah... mistakes."
Is it me? Or is it something else? "Why aren't you still in Charleston?"
A proud grin lit up his eyes. "I won a high-profile case, the Cooper family murders."
"I heard about that. I didn't know you were the prosecutor."
"Guy thought he was gonna get away with it, the media thought he was innocent too, but I proved he did it. After that, DA's offices from all over the country started courting me. I chose to come to Denver."
"You like it?"
"Yeah, I do. Lots more sun. Winter doesn't last as long as it did in Chicago. Not as many big cases, but I have lots of influence when I get them."
His lust for power hadn't dwindled one bit. "And you rule here, even over your boss."
"It's good to be king."
That idea made me laugh so I helped him paint the picture. "I suppose you have a luxury high-rise overlooking your subjects."
"Nope. I bought a house near the mountains. It's a nice escape."
Bought a house? My stomach churned. Alex was a pro at reading emotions, so I picked up the menu and hid behind it while I digested that piece of information. "What's good?"
"Their Monte Christo sandwich is excellent." His interrogator's gaze burned through the laminated cardboard. "How are you?"
"Good. I'm happy." I put the menu down and smiled, confident that honest feelings hid my turmoil.
He raised an eyebrow. "The new boyfriend must be great in the sack."
Shit, why did he have to go there? "I hope so."
"You hope?"
"I haven't slept with him." I picked up the menu again.
"How long have you been seeing him?"
"Five or six months."
Alex shook his head. "Jesus, how can you keep a guy waiting that long? How can you wait that long?"
"I'm trying something different—really dating a guy before I jump in bed with him."
"And he's okay with that?"
"Yes. He is." I held the menu tight, wishing it was heavier so it would hurt more when I smacked him.
"Right. He's probably getting it on the side. Good luck with your celibacy, babe."
"Fuck you."
"But now you know where to find me when you want to get laid—the way you like it."
Damn it. Don't remind me. "I hate you."
Alex laughed. "No, you don't." But his eyes turned serious. "How's Will?"
Should I tell him about that one time? "I haven't seen him since the three of us...." A carnal craving stirred between my legs as images of our tangled tryst flashed through my brain.
"That long? I talked to him after I moved here—let him know where I was."
My stomach churned and my nipples puckered. "I can't talk about Will." The conflicting reactions tore me apart, stealing the words I wanted to say.
"Okay."
We needed a diversion, something to get us off this doomed path. What the hell is taking the waitress so long? "You bought a house?"
"Yeah. I thought if I had a reason to stay, I'd be less tempted to run back to... old mistakes."
So I'm the mistake.
The waitress appeared with our drinks. "Are you ready to order?"
"Yes." Alex put down his menu.
"I'm not hungry." I grabbed my purse and stomped to the door.
"What the fuck? Talia, wait!" He jumped up, knocking his chair over as he chased me out to the street.
"No!" I spun around and yelled at him in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. "I've had enough of your bullshit. You can't fuck with my life and walk away."
A woman covered her young daughter's ears and glared at me as Alex grabbed my arm. "Pipe down, will ya?" He dragged me into a narrow alley littered with broken bottles and scattered newspapers.
I wrenched my arm free, but he backed me against a brick wall. "What the hell happened in there?"
"'Old mistake?' Is that all I am to you?"
"What? No." He narrowed his eyes and stared straight into me. "Do you want more?"
"No! I want.... The last thing I need in my life right now is more of you. We don't need this drama, Alex."
"I didn't ask for this."
"Neither did I!"
People walking past stopped and stared at us.
Alex lowered his voice. "I was over you until Joan brought you in on this case."
"Over me? And now?"
He squashed me against the hard brick, nose to nose, his lips a hot breath from mine. "Now I want to pin your sweet little ass to this wall and fuck you till you can't walk."
I shoved him back and he stumbled, glass crunching under his shoes. "Is that how you solve your problems? By fucking them?"
"It worked until I got fucked up with you and Will."
"You two brought that on yourselves. I was just a pawn in your little sex game." A couple on the sidewalk tripped over their feet and looked back at us. "No more! From now on I'm in charge!" God, I hope he can't see me shaking.
"In charge of what?"
"You. Us. No. No more us! I'll find that precious payment, and then I'm going back home."
"Is that what you want? To walk away from me again?" He grabbed my shoulders.
I shouted in his face. "You walked away from me!"
"I won't make the same mistake twice." And then he crushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, his teeth gashing my lip. He pulled my blouse open and fondled my breasts while he jammed his knee between my legs, lifting me off my feet.
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I rode his thigh, clinging to him while he ravaged my mouth. White-hot rage boiled over, fusing our bodies together. A group of teenage girls pointed and gasped. The last time we'd tangled, we kept everything secret. No one watched except Will, but I didn't know that. Having an audience, especially a shocked one, made me bold. I grabbed Alex's ass and dug in with my fingernails.
He snarled and bit my neck. "Bitch."
"Ow!" I punched his shoulder.
"Should I call the police?" A woman on the sidewalk pulled out her phone.
"No!" We both yelled at her, but she shot a worried glance at me.
"No. I'm safe."
She shook her head and left.
Alex maneuvered his rigid crotch between my thighs. "Are you?" He pulled my blouse aside and slipped his hand into my bra. The strap slid down my arm, exposing my breast as he fondled my nipple with his thumb. His gaze shifted toward the crowd on the sidewalk. "Take me to your hotel room."
"Why?" Damn it, why didn't I say no?
He smiled as if he'd anticipated that. "Would you rather fuck here? While we're being watched?"
My nipple pebbled in his palm.
"I think you like it. Too bad you didn't know about all the times Will watched us."
"Will is a pervert."
"We all have our kinks, babe. Yours is putting on a show."
"What's yours?"
He bent down and flicked his tongue across my nipple. Someone on the sidewalk swore. Alex grabbed my ass and jerked my hips against his hard cock. "Fucking with your head."
"You can't. Not anymore. I know all your tricks."
"If you want an audience, we can go out on your balcony." He moved against me in slow circles.
My pussy throbbed, but I managed to argue with him. "How do you know my room has one?"
"I've been to that hotel."
"Preparing witnesses?"
"Something like that." He stepped back and held his hand out. "Come on."
I shook my head and pulled my blouse closed.
Then he moved in for the kill, placing his arms on either side of me, leaning in close, but not touching, his words hot in my ear. "I'll take you out in the open air, the warm sun, and strip you in broad daylight. Imagine that. You'll have to brace yourself on the railing while I eat your pussy. Probably have to drape one leg over my shoulder so I can lick everything... all those juicy pink bits. If your room is on the second floor, bystanders would have a great view. From the building across the street, from the sidewalk, or from right below. Someone could stand under us, look up and see everything. My tongue on your clit. Your juices streaming down your thighs."
Heat washed over me, trickling down between my breasts and pooling between my legs. I panted and tugged on his jacket, trying to force him against me, but he wouldn't move. "Tell me more."
"Everyone will hear you—and see you come. And then I'll turn you around and display your naked, flushed body to the whole damn city while I fuck you from behind. Hold on to that railing tight, sweetheart. They'll watch my cock pound your pussy. Spread your legs so they can see."
Oh that's hot. My feet slid apart as far as my tight skirt allowed. His chest rose and fell slow and steady, teasing mine. I dug my fingers into his ass, but he still wouldn't touch me. My body ached for him, and he laughed while I groaned and pulled. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He moaned in my ear, his voice rough. "I'll grab your hair and make you stand straight up. You'll wrap your arms around my neck and show off those sexy breasts. So fucking pretty... pretty when you're getting fucked. That's why we shared you."
Sharing me. Oh God. That triggered memories: two pairs of hands, two mouths, two cocks dividing my body between them. A single spark lit, sizzling down my spine like a fuse. Bastard is going to make me come—in public!
"That's it, slut. Show us how much you love it."
"Damn you." Powerful explosions ignited inside my pussy, each one more intense than the last as the shock waves tore through me. My back arched and I smacked my head against the wall. Pleasure engulfed the pain, and I rode that crest until it crashed.
Alex kissed me, gasping for breath while he ground his erection against my aching pussy, pushing me over another peak.
I grabbed his hair and bit his lip. "Don't! You got me started. Now I can't stop." Cresting again. Oh God!
He laughed, breathless. "How'd you like that trick?"
"Fuck you."
"I intend to... exactly the way I described it."
"We could get arrested."
"Don't worry. A little 'donation' will take care of that."
His mouth closed over mine, and I pulled him in close, dragging my heated body against him. Our clothes denied us the full-body contact I craved, but not for long. I stuck my hand between us, seeking his cock, but he caught me.
"No, no, no. If you touch me now, I'm gonna lose it."
"Really? I almost got you off with your clothes on?" He'd never admitted I had any effect on him, although most of the time the bulge in his pants told me everything I needed to know.
"Baby, I've been this close to coming ever since you walked in to my office yesterday."
"Win."
"Bite me, slut. Let's go." He straightened his tie and took a step toward the street.
I pulled up my bra, and then realized where he wanted to go. "To my room?"
"Yeah, unless you really want to get arrested. I've never gotten laid in a jail cell. Could be fun." He winked. "Claire can clear my afternoon. I'm all yours."
"Yes, you are." The thought of having him in my bed with no one to hide from, no reason to rush, made me so happy I wanted to skip across the street. "Can we play all night?"
"As long as you want, sweetheart." He pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in a genuine hug and caressing my lips with an affectionate kiss.
I barely heard the text message alert from my phone. "Wait."
Alex scowled. "No."
I had to pry myself from his hold. Scott: 'I miss you. Call me when you have a break.'
"Shit."
"Forget about him." Alex reached for me.
"I can't."
He pulled me close and trailed his fingertips over my breast. "Were you thinking about him while I was making you come?"
"No!"
"Then you can forget."
His hand slid off me as I stepped back. "He's a good guy. I can't do this to him."
"But you did it to Will. You'd do it to me."
"No, I wouldn't. Not to anyone. Not ever again. Don't you understand? I can't make the same mistake twice."
"You will. Do you want to know why?"
"No, I don't." But I knew.
"Because you can't get everything you want from one man. You couldn't get it from Will. You won't get it from Scott."
"You think I'll get it from you?"
"I don't know. But we'll never find out if we don't take the chance."
"You're not the man a woman can take a chance with. You're too dangerous, even for me." I left him standing there alone, staring at the ground and kicking shattered glass at the impenetrable brick wall.
Not long ago, I'd lived for danger and excitement. Alex gave me more than I could handle. But now I needed something else from him.
Once and Done
"I need to see you, Will."
Talia's voice trembled in my ear, and I pictured her quivering lower lip, her shiny eyes. My dick stiffened as my fingers clenched the phone. "I can't do this now."
"Why not?"
Huh. Damn good question.
The hot blonde sitting next to me sipped her wine and smiled, resting her elbows on the bar and squeezing her arms together so her luscious breasts nearly popped out of her tank top. I'd never met her before tonight, never intended to see her again; just a spirited lay and she'd be out of my life. Once and done.
After I'd fucked things up with Talia, I'd learned to turn my emotions on and off like a switch. Off when I dealt with women wanting mo
re than a one-night stand. On when a victim needed my help or a perp tried to escape me. I'd earned a commendation and a promotion for my compassion and relentless pursuit of justice. Whatever. I opened my heart on the job, but after hours I locked it up again and got laid. No attachments, no complications. It worked for me.
But now Talia needed me, and I couldn't turn that damn switch off. "All right." I looked at the blonde and shook my head. "Where are you?"
"Our beach."
Well shit. "I'll be there in ten minutes." I clicked the phone off without waiting for her reply.
"Problem?" Ms. Yummy Tits slid her hand up my arm. Damn it, what's her name?
"Sorry, baby. I gotta go help a friend."
"Will you be back?" She lowered her shoulder and let her strap slip down her arm, revealing a tempting amount of flesh. Nice move.
"I'd like to...." But then I remembered who I was meeting. "No. Not tonight."
"Tomorrow?"
I shook my head. Will's Hard and Fast Rule number four: No second meetings. Ever. I slapped some cash on the bar. "Enjoyed the drinks."
She grabbed my arm as I stood up. "Can I get your number?"
Rule number three: no contact information. "Goodnight gorgeous." I leaned down and kissed her pouty red lips.
She fondled my crotch and I lingered. You're gonna trade a sure thing for Talia's hot mess? "Yep." I winked and walked out the door.
***
Our beach—a weathered, washed out pier on Lake Michigan. Soft moonlight cast long shadows, hiding my truck beside the looming timbers. Deserted and desolate, the perfect place for nasty dealings—criminal or carnal. This was where we'd had sex the first time... and that other time.
Talia was leaning against a rotted post, a six pack minus two in one hand, an open bottle in the other. I pulled up next to her and opened the tailgate. She climbed on, swinging her feet as I spread a ragged quilt in the truck bed.
"Think you're gonna get laid?"
"Just trying to make you comfortable, sweetheart." I hopped on next to her and grabbed a beer. "What happened?"
"How the hell should I know? One minute, I was doing just fine. Happy and shit. And then I get an email from a friend. Not even a friend... a girl I met once. Once! And my life went to hell all over again." She polished off her beer and opened another one.
"Slow down, babe." Drunk and emotional. Just what I need. "A girl messed you up?" I definitely wanted to hear more of that story.
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