“It’s not like that. The men I have in mind didn’t work for me in other ways. Or I didn’t work for them, but we remained friends. It can be done.”
“So you say. Still, I’m not looking for a friend of yours to deflower me.”
“I would have volunteered,” said a sleazy voice from over Jessica’s shoulder. A voice that sent a shard of panic to her heart. A voice she recognized from work.
Damn it all to hell.
Jessica swiveled on her bar stool, coming face-to-face Agent Neil Wiley, resident dick and infamous idiotic office lothario. After keeping a low profile these past several months since moving here from her Midwestern hometown after FBI training, Neil—also known as the bastard of the second floor—had just learned her deepest secret.
Jessica tried not to gnash her teeth in frustration. Given Neil’s proclivity to gossip, she knew by Monday morning the entire FBI building would be apprised of her limited sexual expertise. Or worse, he’d hound her about it privately until she shot out his kneecaps in annoyance. Then again, the paperwork involved in firing her service weapon might just be worth it in this case.
She shouldn’t care about Neil, but it was hard enough to make friends, especially male friends, in a new city without having a cloud of virginity smack dab over her head.
“As a matter of fact, I’ll volunteer right now. Want to go to your place or mine so I can pop your cherry, Agent Hayes?” he asked and bit into a green olive from his martini.
Chapter One
Well after midnight on a lonely street
Reece Langston fell in love with her delicious heart-shaped ass first, because that was the first part he saw. The goddess was bent over rummaging around the open trunk of her car, which sported a flat tire, muttering curses as clanking ensued.
“…stupid frickin’…ah ha! There you are!”
When she straightened and emerged clutching a tire iron in one fisted hand, he got his first look at the angelic face that went with that lovely derriere. She simply took his breath away. She was a blonde. He loved blondes. Her hair fell to her shoulders in waves. She was tall, but not overly so. She had long shapely legs attached to that gorgeous butt, and he easily pictured them wrapped around his naked, sweaty waist as he thrust endlessly… Calm down, he told himself.
A ferocious urge stirred in his loins, the likes of which made him look down at his own crotch in wonder. He waited, almost expecting to see his cock burst through the zipper of his jeans to take a closer look at the delectable instigator of the rampant excitement pervading the space below his belt.
It had been so long.
Reece glanced back up in time to see her squat beside the rear passenger-side tire, thrusting her ass out in his direction again. The slacks she wore hugged her lower half nicely. He had to close his eyes because the visual overwhelmed him, and wondered how best to convince the angel before him they were destined to be together.
Tonight. Now. Was her back seat big enough for the both of them?
Another glance at his mystery future lover as she applied the tire iron to the unseen jack under her car made him smile. He thought of an opening line to break the ice.
“You’re doing it wrong,” he told her in an overloud tone. She startled, almost lost her balance, and shot him an evil glare over one slim shoulder. He cursed his long deprived reptilian libido, realizing it was foolish to sneak up on a woman fixing a flat tire at night on a deserted street. He was lucky she hadn’t just shot him through the heart, or worse, whipped out her pepper spray keychain to blind him. He’d volunteer to be gut shot before ever being sprayed with that evil shit again.
“Oh, am I?” Her belligerent tone was not a surprise. No gun came forth to add meaning to her justified attitude. Reece was glad she wasn’t a frail little flower.
He nodded, shaping an innocent smile on his lips. “I’m afraid so.”
She stood and put one hand on her hip. “I know you don’t know this about me, since we’re strangers and all, but I’ve changed a flat tire before, so you can run along.” She glanced back to her task, muttering, “I’m not either doing it wrong.”
He tilted his head to one side and smiled at her frustrated expression. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the light pole behind him and prepared to watch the show.
Her narrowed gaze pierced his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I want to watch and learn, oh great experienced tire changer.”
“Why? Need some pointers?” One beautiful brow lifted in challenge.
He laughed. “No. I want to watch and see how you loosen the lug nuts on that flat tire once your car is jacked up all the way in the air. So please, do carry on.” He gestured for her to continue.
She turned back to the tire and muttered another whispered curse, “…stupid frickin’ lug nuts…” She twisted back with an angry expression, which quickly softened into a heart-melting grin. “Well, I guess you’ve got me there.”
“I’d be happy to help you change that tire. Or ridicule you further while you do it. Lady’s choice.”
She laughed, picked up the cross-shaped four-way lug wrench, and held it out to him. He leaned up from the post, approached her slowly and took it. He hoped she didn’t look down just yet. His cock had reacted fervently and swelled outward another inch in response to the scent of her when he stepped into her personal space to grab the tool. Cursing his self-imposed sexual drought, Reece took a step past her and noticed she let him brush very close without stepping out of the way.
She smelled like sex. Or did everything smell like sex because he wanted her so badly?
“I’ll let you get your hands dirty.” Her golden blond hair, which brushed her shoulders in curly waves, framed an oval face. Now that he was closer, he saw the color of her eyes. Sea green. Or maybe a color like dew-kissed grass.
I am a total sap. A big, horny, sappy goof.
She was interested in him, too. She stared, most particularly at his ass when she thought he wasn’t looking. He didn’t mind. Turnabout was fair play. She was the perfect height. Tall enough that her head would line up with his shoulders if they hugged, short enough to be able to wear spike heels if they ever went dancing.
He squatted down to change her tire and completed the task in record time. All the while he tried to figure out a way to entice her up to his apartment. He lived across the street and just down the block. Reece wasn’t usually such a letch with strange women, but she stirred something deeply important within him, something he’d missed.
Plus, she gave him a record-breaking hard-on. After a night of getting fake hit-on for the sole purpose of gaining entrance into his club, Reece was ready for the interest of someone who didn’t want anything from him but company or perhaps, better yet, pleasure.
He glanced at his apartment building, wondering what he could say to get her to accompany him inside. His car was parked in a garage a block away. He’d been on his way home after a long night at work when she had distracted him. Her and her shapely, sexy ass. He kicked the release on the jack, lowered the car to the ground, tightened the final lug nut in place on the replacement tire, and stood with the intention of being charming.
“Are you married?” she asked before he could say a word. She stepped directly into his personal space. He inhaled, taking in and memorizing her lovely scent.
“No. Are you?” He breathed in her unique fragrance once more. This time he wasn’t as circumspect. The dance of love had begun. She was considering him, he could tell. Otherwise, why would it matter if he had a wife?
“Nope.” Her voice lowered to a husky tone with that single-word answer. She reached out as she spoke and smoothed the front of his jacket with her palm. “I’ve never even been engaged.” The sensation of her touch sent a pulse of desire straight to his balls.
“Good.” He was glad he still had the ability to speak without simply grunting a response. He reached up and trapped her hand on his chest, caressing her soft skin with his thumb.
“Is it good?” She took another step closer. Her breasts brushed his upper torso. Her hips rested against his. She couldn’t possibly miss his cock trying its best to stand at attention to impress her.
He raised his free hand to tuck a stray lock of her soft hair behind her ear and whispered, “It will be.” He genuinely hoped they were having the same conversation. He was talking about sweaty, satisfying sex.
“Do you promise?” Her head tilted, eyes seeking his, and he knew she certainly couldn’t miss the beast in his pants throbbing forward in response, promising all good things to come if she’d only accompany him to his apartment.
“I do.” Reece used his best convincing voice to add, “I know you don’t know this about me, since we’re strangers and all, but I—” The sudden connection of her seductive mouth pressing to his cut off whatever he was about to say, which he couldn’t remember anyway because her tongue licked his bottom lip and slipped inside to caress gently about.
For his part, he dragged her up into his arms. She slanted her mouth across his to deepen this, their first intoxicating kiss. Perfection.
“Do you live close?” she asked, breaking the luscious connection just long enough to ask the question before planting her mouth on his again. One of her hands slid around to brush the stubble at the nape of his neck. He kept his hair very closely cropped. As a bouncer for a premier club, it completed his dangerous bad-assed look. He was glad she wasn’t deterred in any way by his appearance. Some women told him they found him frightening, right before they got a glint in their eye that said they were willing to do anything to get inside his club.
He tightened his grasp around her and twisted them until he pressed her against the car. He slid a hand down her back, fingertips feeling their way to cup her lovely ass. He pressed her more firmly into his groin, which was already grinding against her rhythmically. His cock stiffened and pulsed in anticipation, gearing up to do the deed here and now on the street corner.
A glimpse of sanity intruded. Perhaps he shouldn’t treat her like a prostitute. She felt incredibly good…but perhaps he should make sure she wasn’t a prostitute.
He broke from the kiss. “Yes. I live very close. What’s your name?”
Her panicked look startled him as her whole body stiffened. “No names!”
“What?”
She took a deep breath, pushed it out slowly, and melted back into him. “No names,” she repeated softly. “Can’t this just be a private, mutually beneficial evening without an exchange of detailed information?”
“Sure. Okay. No names. How about if I call you Smith? Or did you want to be Jones?” This was an interesting conundrum. The name he would have given her was Mark Reece. It was the undercover name he used for his current job as a bouncer. He wondered what she was hiding from.
“Gentleman’s choice.” She grabbed a handful of his ass and brought him close. “I just want to get naked with you. Is that too bold of me?”
“No. But aren’t you worried? I mean, I am a stranger and all.” And I’m scary looking to some women, but not to you, apparently.
“Are you going to hurt me?” She flashed a grin and he wanted to eat her up one bite at a time.
Amused, he said, “No.” He was going to make sweet love to her until they were both sweaty, breathing hard and completely satisfied. “I was about to assure you that I’d never let any harm come to you.”
“That’s what I thought. Besides, I can take care of myself. Also, I have a good feeling about you, Jones.”
“What are you basing your feeling on?” He nudged her with his hips, allowing his cock to introduce itself yet again, like the unruly beast hadn’t already been dry humping her for the last several minutes in blatant overture.
“You smell nice, you have a sense of humor, and you did me a huge favor changing that tire. But mostly, I’ve been a long time without the comfort of a man. I believe you’re worth taking a chance on.” She nudged back and he had to close his eyes a moment. This whole situation smacked of setup.
Then why wasn’t he getting that tingly feeling in his belly that things weren’t what they seemed?
Maybe she really was looking for a quick and easy hookup with no strings attached. He shouldn’t let his little head dictate this evening. What was she after? Was this no-names thing a ploy?
“So are you looking for a new boyfriend or a sugar daddy or something and just reeling me in for a later changeup?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “No. I swear. I’m only looking for an anonymous Mr. Right Now, not a forever commitment. I don’t want a permanent fixture in my life, just some sex tonight. Okay?”
“Good enough, Smith. I live across the street.” He nodded in the direction of his building.
“Perfect. Let’s go, Jones.”
Reece couldn’t believe his good fortune. He put her tools and flat tire in her trunk as his blood sang with delectable sexual possibilities. Closing the trunk soundly, he grabbed her hand. He couldn’t decide what to do with her first. Fuck her in the vestibule of his apartment building before she changed her mind? This from the lusty beast in his pants.
No, not my style. At least find a soft surface. His bed had a very soft surface, and he should taste her first. Tasting her would probably send him over the edge before he even got his cock inside of her body, but what a way to go.
Yes, he would whisk her up to his apartment and taste her first. Always a popular appetizer to make the rest of the night last longer. Besides, he’d been too long without the comfort of a woman to be good enough his first round through.
Being undercover for so long gave him limited options with regard to any sort of love life. This arrangement of two sexually deprived people on a path to an anonymous, lust-filled night of passion worked perfectly if he never wanted to see her again.
Reece inhaled her delectable fragrance once more, glanced at the top of her blonde head and wondered if one night would be enough to quench his already sizable thirst for her.
~ ~ ~
Jessica was about to get laid. Hallelujah! The delicious stranger who had so expertly changed her tire also set off her sexy man pheromone warning system the minute he stepped into sensory range. He was tall and muscular with dark hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He had casual clothing under a nice leather jacket, not like a scruffy biker one. He was a big guy, imposing because of his height, but she didn’t feel the least uncomfortable in his presence. He was engaging, mesmerizing, completely unfamiliar and she was falling in lust with him.
She watched his hands as he removed the tire from her car and enviously wished those large, square-shaped fingers caressed her body instead of her steel-belted radial. She wanted him to skip the tire change and work on her. Her head had been filled with questions. Would he have sex with her? Was he the one? Wasn’t he already the perfect choice to rid her of her virginal status issues?
As he worked, she developed a plan. If she could talk this delectable stranger into a quick round of take-me-tonight sex, then when she went back to work on Monday, she’d no longer be a virgin.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
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