Slowing, he exhaled. His breath tickled the hair on the back of her neck. “Shh,” he whispered.
Ann was half out of her mind. “Sorry. More. Give me more.”
“My pleasure.” Joe’s thighs hit the back of Ann’s as he drove into her.
Sweat trickled between her breasts and she whimpered. Her over-sensitized hormones jittered with a newfound desired to come. Moving her hand between her thighs, she massaged her clit.
“Fuck, that’s hot. I can feel you touching yourself.”
“I’m going to come again,” she moaned.
Joe’s cock grew harder inside her.
Her cunt contracted around him as white-hot lust flooded her. The orgasm flashed hard and fast. Joe’s fingers dug into her sides. His cock pulsed out his release and he grunted out her name.
Papers flew everywhere as Ann clawed at the desk. Sizzling tendrils of ecstasy zipped through her. She heaved out a breath trying to get her emotions back in order.
Joe’s large hands slid under her waist and lifted, helping her to stand. “Whoever invented crotchless pantyhose needs to get a Nobel Prize. One of these days, I’ll have enough self-control to romance you like you deserve.” He smoothed her skirt over her hips and slid out of her.
“Romance is overrated.” She straightened her tank top and turned.
“You have to be getting sore by now.” He grabbed a few tissues from the box on the desk and wrapped the condom, tossing it into the trash can.
Limping behind the desk, Ann sat and took inventory. Her body felt alive and wonderfully well-used. Tiny aches twitched in secret places that only Joe touched. “I haven’t felt this good in years.”
A sexy grin crossed his face “Me either.” He tucked his t-shirt into his workout pants and shoved his hands into the pockets. “Oops,” he said and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
“What.”
“Here’s a receipt from the water guy.” He moved to her and sat on the corner of the desk.
Ann grabbed it and looked. “There’s the forty-six dollars and ninety-two cents I was missing.”
“Sorry.” He ran a finger over a tender breast. “I’ve been a little distracted.”
“You’re telling me.”
Leaning in, Joe kissed her. The strong thrusts of his tongue brought images of him sliding into her pussy.
She cupped his cheeks and sucked him in deeper. Joe pushed her back against the chair. Feasting on him, her body sparked and damp heat swelled in her center.
Ann’s hands slipped from Joe’s face and ran down his arms. Finding him hard again, she slid her fingers under the waistband of his pants. Joe pulled her bottom lip into his mouth. The need to feel him inside her again perplexed her.
Normal people didn’t fuck like rabbits every time they saw each other. How was she going to control herself when he was done with her? The pain that shot through her heart ripped her soul in two.
Joe pulled back. “What’s the matter?”
A fiery lump clogged her throat. “Nothing.” Pushing away the awful feelings, she cupped his cock. “I want you again.”
“If wanting me puts pain in your eyes, than we’re doing something wrong.”
A loud knock sounded at the door. Relief swamped her. Ann blew out a breath and silently thanked whoever was on the other side.
Joe looked up at the clock. “Shit, I’m late for my eight o’clock.”
Standing, he adjusted himself. “You may want to move out of eyeshot.”
“Did you pull out my bun?” Her hand patted at her head. “You did.”
“Is that what that thing is called? It makes me hot.” He strode to the door, turned and winked at her. “You’re a naughty accountant. All that’s missing is the glasses.”
“Oh, shut up.” Ann picked up a pen and whipped it at him. She scooted the chair to the file cabinet, yanked open the drawer and pulled out the makeup kit she kept there.
Joe deflected the missile and chuckled. “You’re even hotter when you’re mad.”
The person on the other side of the door knocked again. “Joe, are you in there?”
Opening a compact, she growled. “You need to answer the door before your eight ’o clock knocks it from its hinges.”
He yanked open the door and stepped out, leaving Ann to think. She needed to pull back. If they kept this up they’d destroy what they had. Tears spilled down her face now and her soul poured out its sorrow. Ann knew she’d lost the fight against love—now she had to decide what she was going to do about it.
Chapter Five
The woman had him revved up. Joe had to keep his hormones in check for at least two more hours. Doing his damnedest to burn off the lust he still had for Ann, he ran at full speed on the treadmill. He pushed himself to his threshold and still need filled him.
Going over the New England Patriots’ starting lineup in his head, Joe willed his cock to forget Ann for the immediate future. Swiping the sweat from his eyes, he looked over at his eight-o’clock client. “How are you doing, Will?”
The man panted. “I feel like I’m running up Heartbreak Hill in the Boston Marathon.”
“You’re almost there.”
Will slapped his stomach. “Yeah, easy for you to say. You’re not lugging a gut like this around on a three-mile run.”
“It’s smaller than it was a month ago.”
A shit-eating grin split the other man’s face. “All because of you and your plan.”
“You did all the work. I just set you on the right track.”
The day Will walked into Mr. Perfect’s and asked Joe to help him get back out into the dating world was the highlight of his month. The other man was the kind of person Joe got into this line of work to help.
When Will told Joe about losing his wife at thirty-six from cancer and how he’d drowned his pain in a sea of beer and French fries—putting on fifty pounds over a two-year period—Joe knew he had to help Will at no cost. He couldn’t take money from a man who was not only grieving, but spent his day educating kindergartners. To Joe’s way of thinking the other man deserved superhero status.
He couldn’t imagine losing the most important person in his life. He’d had to deal with his mother’s death a few years back. Even with Ann by his side, it was excruciating.
When Ann flung herself into his arms at the airport that fateful day, Joe had known everything would be okay. His chest contracted. She’d given him so much. What had he given her? Joe stumbled. She deserved so much more than him.
“Hey, Joe, are you all right?” Will stopped his treadmill.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He rubbed his chest and pressed the stop button. Memories of Ann holding his hand at the cemetery the day they’d buried his mother overtook him.
After they’d graduated from UNH, Ann went back to Florida to be closer to her family. Joe hadn’t asked Ann to move away from her home, but she knew how much he needed her. At the time, he didn’t want to admit to himself how much he’d missed her. The five years they lived twelve hundred miles from one another were hard. His life was better with her in it.
He shook his head to clear it. “Okay, Will, let’s go do legs.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
They made their way to the machines and waited for the leg press to become free. Glancing over at the office windows, Joe wondered if Ann had tamed her hair back into its prim and proper bun. He smiled. Knowing her, she’d shoved a half a dozen more of those pin things into her scalp.
“That grin doesn’t look good for me.”
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
The guy using the leg press got up and moved to the next machine. Joe motioned Will to sit. “We’re going to go hard today.” He adjusted the weights.
“Shit, Joe.”
“You won’t be bitching when you’re beating the women off with a stick.”
Will sat and started to pump. “Hey, do you know if Ann is seeing anyone?”
Ice formed inside Joe’s gut. The overp
owering need to grab the other man and toss him out on his ass had Joe shoving his hands in his pockets. He swallowed back his overblown jealousy. “Um, I think she’s seeing someone.”
“Is it serious? Do you think she will be seeing this guy in another month or so?”
If Joe had anything to say about it, she would be otherwise occupied for the next millennium. Shrugging off his unease, Joe forced a smile. “I think so.”
“Shit.” Will huffed out a breath. “Story of my life. I’m always a day late and a dollar short. I hope the man’s good enough for her.”
“Me too.”
Over the next two hours, he and Will worked out hard. Joe punished them with a grueling leg-and-abs workout. Blood pumped the adrenaline through his veins, making Joe lightheaded.
“Shit, man, that was as good as sex.” Will collapsed on the mat.
“That was almost as good as sex,” he corrected and slid down the wall.
“You would know that better than me.” Will lifted his head and looked over at Joe. “I’m so tired, I don’t think I could get it up if Kate Upton was standing here naked.”
Joe wheezed out a chuckle. “I probably could muster up a hard-on for Kate, but she’d have to do all the work.”
“That goes without saying.”
The door to the office opened and Ann limped into the gym. “Hey, guys.”
Will sat up. “Hey, Ann. How are you?”
She smiled down at them. “Better than you two.”
“Will’s trying to kill me so he can have Kate Upton.”
“Well, who could blame him?”
The other man pulled himself to his feet. “I’d gladly give him Kate if you’d go out with me.”
Her cheeks pinked and she looked over at Joe. “That’s nice of you. If Kate ever makes it to our little neck of the woods, I might take you up on that offer.”
Will grabbed his towel and water bottle. “You give a guy something to hope for.” He walked lamely to the door. “See you guys tomorrow.”
“Bye Will, have a good night.”
Using the wall to help him, Joe rose. “See you, Will.”
“Need a hand?” Ann asked him.
“I need a wheelchair.”
“Usually when you work out with Will, you go at his pace. Not try to kill the both of you. What got into you today?”
“You.” He took Ann’s hand and tugged her to him.
Ann collided with Joe’s sweaty chest. His intoxicating scent wrapped around her as her insides did a jig. “I think you have that backward.” Leaning into him, she brushed her lips against his.
“Hold that thought.” He sidestepped around her and ran to the door to lock it. Then he jogged to the office.
Confusion pushed through her lust. “Where are you going?”
“We need condoms.”
“What, do you have a stash of them in the desk I don’t know about?”
“No, I ran out at lunch today and bought a mega-box.” He rushed back into the room and knelt down in front of Ann. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
His hand caressed the skin below her hemline. “I’m thinking I may need someone that would make women feel more comfortable here.” Grabbing her hands, he pulled.
Standing, she slid her hands through his damp hair. “That’s a good business plan. The data shows—” She moaned as he slid his palms up her skirt.
“Let’s talk about this later, shall we?”
She nodded, letting the heat spread over her. Reaching around her back, she unzipped her skirt. The material dropped around Joe’s arms. His fingers worked under the waistband of her pantyhose and tugged them down.
Joe’s brows furrowed and he rubbed at the red marks left behind.
“Joe.” Her hands went instinctively to her stomach.
Eyes flashing, he dragged the Spandex and skirt down her legs. The Lycra material stuck at her knees and embarrassment washed over her. She tried to pull away. “Here Joe, let me get that.”
“Sit down.”
Ann’s legs wobbled as she sat. What started out as a frenzied rush to mate had turned into something more. Forcing the overflow of emotions pouring over her down, she cupped his cheeks.
“Ann, you are everything to me.” He slid the pantyhose from her feet and leaned down to kiss her bellybutton.
Moist breath bathed her in a wash of need. The intensity of her cravings for him mixed with the deep affection she had for Joe. The love she felt hit her like a thunderbolt, burning her soul. Tears filled her eyes.
Joe’s hand brushed her cheek. “What’s the matter?” He pulled her up. “Did I hurt you?”
Shoving her hands under his shirt, Ann lifted the material and buried her face against his sweat-dampened chest. She soaked in the feel of him. “Touch me, Joe. Please.” Her arms wrapped around his back and she clung to him.
He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. “Tell me what I did.”
Stepping back, Ann removed her shirt, letting it fall on the floor. She reached around and unhooked her bra. The straps slid down her arms and her heavy breasts spilled from their confines.
Ann pressed herself into him. She wanted to crawl inside Joe and never leave. Her fingers scratched down his back. “I need you.”
Moving down his body, she knelt in front of him and pulled down his pants, taking his underwear with them. His beautiful cock seemed to search for her mouth. Taking him in, she moaned. His flavor erupted on her tongue, driving her to the edge.
“Fuck, Ann.” His hot flesh tightened and flexed when she dug her fingers into his ass cheeks.
The tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat. The salty taste of pre-cum exploded in her mouth as she worked him deeper. Joe’s velvet-smooth rod felt exquisite against her tongue, but her pussy begged for fulfillment. She moaned and moved her hand to her clit.
She sucked Joe hard as her fingers caressed the swollen flesh and a shudder ran down her back. He pulled at her bun. Pinpricks of pain stabbed at her scalp and she loved it. Jerking her head back, he slid from her mouth.
Rising, she pushed Joe to the bench. He sat, reached down for his pants and slipped the condom from the pocket.
“Let me do that.” Ann grabbed the foil packet from Joe and ripped it open. Kissing the tip of his cock, she rolled the condom over the thick shaft with her mouth.
She straddled his hips as his mouth took her breast. Throwing her head back, she absorbed the thrill jumping over her nerve endings. The tugging at her nipple sent a deep yearning spinning in her belly. She worked herself onto his dick and whimpered.
Joe’s tongue danced over her tender flesh and his wet heat singed her skin. She couldn’t get enough of him. Threading her hands into Joe’s thick black hair, she wrenched him closer.
Teeth grazing her nipple, she cried out in pleasure. His hips rocked, creating a wonderful friction inside her. The walls started to spin. She didn’t want this feeling to end.
His mouth popped off the tight bud and he gripped her hips. Standing, he moved to the chin-up bar. Joe was impossibly deep. She could feel him in ways she’d never had before. “God, you feel good.”
“I love when your thighs are wrapped around me and my cock is so deep inside you I can feel your heartbeat.”
Hugging him, she nipped at his neck. “I love y—”
“Grab the bar over your head.”
Biting her tongue, Ann gripped the steel over her head. Joe drove into her, stealing her declaration of love. Her heart split open and she crested and crashed around him.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”
The passionate heat in his gaze had a fresh wave of intense longing driving into her so intensely Ann had to close her eyes.
He moved inside her in slow, easy strokes. The next climax washed over Ann warm and comforting. Opening her eyes, she gazed at Joe.
Smiling, he continued to plunge into her. Dampness filled her eyes. Her chest heaved as a sob scraped up her throat. �
��Joe.”
A tear slid down her cheek. “Ann.” He thrust into her and stilled. His dick pulsed with his release. “Oh, Ann.”
The walls she’d spent so much time building to protect her heart crumpled down around her. Gentle waves of pleasure crested inside her.
I love you. The words filled her throat and she swallowed them back.
She’d done the one thing she’d promised herself she wouldn’t. She’d let her heart get tangled up in their affair. How could she have been so stupid?
Joe slid out of her. “We need to talk about what just happened.”
Looking at him, Ann swallowed the sob lodged in her chest. “Put me down. I need to get out of here.” She needed some time and space to think. She needed to get her feelings under control again.
Chapter Six
“Ann, wait.” Joe hopped on one foot and shoved his leg in his pants.
“I need time to think.” She wrenched open the door and fled, her skirt unzipped and her shirt on backward.
“Son of a bitch, Ann, wait.” He stumbled and whacked his foot on the stand holding the barbells. Fire filled his big toe and raced up his leg.
Joe sat on the floor and squeezed his foot. “Shit.” He didn’t have time for this.
The pain in his toe was almost as bad as the ache in his heart. What the fuck? She says she loves me then runs away. Fuck that.
He’d tried keeping his emotions in check, but he couldn’t do it anymore. Why did she keep shutting him out? Joe stood, ignoring the sting in his foot, and finished getting dressed.
Grabbing Ann’s discarded pantyhose, he locked up and went in search of her. They were going to have it out even if it ripped his heart to pieces. Maybe he’d give her what she wanted—let her pull away and wait for her to come to her senses.
An hour later, Joe pulled up next to Ann’s car. A tornado of emotions swirled inside him as he spied Ann sitting on the beach, her shoulders heaving as she cried. Tears pricked the backs of his eyes. He was turning into a pussy, for fuck’s sake. Man up.
Joe turned off his car and watched Ann. He knew the one thing she missed about Florida was the beach. He’d made it a point to drive the hour south to the closest beach at least a half a dozen times during the summer, just to see her face light up when her feet sank into the sand.
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