“Definitely.” She met his hot, glittering gaze. “Don’t you?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
Ava’s nipples hardened, and cream thickened between her thighs. Too far gone to stop, she leaned over and whispered seductively in his ear, “So…are you a good dancer?”
He stared into her eyes, their faces separated by mere inches. “Let me take you dancing,” he murmured, his warm breath feathering over her lips, “and you can find out for yourself.”
* * *
Twenty minutes later, they were riding the elevator to the second floor of the nearby hotel they’d just checked into. They’d chosen the second floor so that they could get to the room faster, but even the short ride up didn’t seem quick enough.
By the time they staggered off the elevator, they were kissing frantically and clawing at each other’s clothes.
Ava didn’t stop to question the wisdom of what she was doing. She couldn’t, not with Colby’s hot mouth pressed to hers, his tongue rhythmically stroking hers in an erotic mating dance that scattered all her thoughts.
As they reached a door near the end of the hallway, she rasped against his mouth, “Is this it?”
“I think so.” Breaking the seal of their lips, he turned and jammed the plastic key card into the lock. When the light flashed red, he impatiently swore under his breath.
“Slower,” Ava panted into his ear.
He tried again, heeding her advice.
She’d never been happier to watch a light turn green.
Colby flashed her a quick, sexy grin before he captured her mouth again. She locked her arms around his neck as he shoved the door open and backed her into the dark room, hitting the light switch and kicking the door shut behind them.
The loud slam should have snapped her back to reality. Back to her senses.
Instead the sound only emboldened her with the knowledge that she and Colby were completely alone, free to do whatever they wanted to each other.
Her heart pounded violently as he pinned her to the door, then knelt down and reached beneath her skirt to yank off her panties. They were cotton, not silk, but at least they matched her bra.
The thought flew out of her head the moment Colby touched her, his thick, blunt fingers gently probing her slit. She was wet and aching for him. When he parted her labia and slid two fingers inside her, her body spasmed and clenched around him.
She felt him shudder, a muffled growl rumbling up from his throat.
She moaned and closed her eyes as his fingers stroked her fleshy core while his thumb traced her clit back and forth, shooting jolts of pleasure through her. When he replaced his fingers with his scorching mouth, she let out a wild cry.
Hooking her right leg over his broad shoulder, he buried his mouth deeper, sucking her engorged pussy lips and biting her taut clit. She groaned hoarsely, her head lolling back against the door as her hips bucked against his face.
When he swirled his tongue into her opening, she exploded, crying out as he swallowed the hot rush of juices that gushed from her body.
Before her knee could buckle beneath her, he caught her and lifted her into his arms, bracing her against the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt bunched around her hips.
He cupped her face between his hands and slanted his mouth over hers, erotically sharing her taste with her. She curved her arms around his neck and sucked his full lower lip, aroused by the bulge of his massive erection against her still-throbbing cleft.
She knew he was giving her time to recover and catch her breath, but she was ready for him, wanted him inside her with an urgency that made her whisper against his mouth, “Let’s dance.”
Heat flared in his eyes.
He lowered her feet to the floor, then hurriedly unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. Ava gasped, arousal spearing through her belly at the sight of his long, thick shaft curving toward her from a nest of dark pubic hair.
Her mouth watered as she reached down to touch him, enjoying the way his dick jumped against her hand. Licking her lips, she curled her fingers around his hot, engorged length and slowly stroked up and down until he shuddered and groaned.
Removing a condom from his wallet, he quickly sheathed himself, then lifted her against the door. Her arms went around his neck, her legs around his waist.
Staring into her eyes, Colby plunged deep, locking their bodies together. Ava gasped with pleasure, her muscles clamping tightly around his shaft as she arched backward. He groaned, a sound of rough masculine satisfaction that sent shivers down her spine.
He began to move inside her, each powerful stroke taking him deeper. Ava moaned, her body flooded with sensations that were like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
He captured her wrists and pinned them above her head as his mouth and hips ground against hers. His thrusts were agonizingly slow and measured, and she felt every swollen inch of him within her, the fiery friction unbearably arousing.
“You feel so damn good,” he uttered thickly, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat.
“So do you,” she whispered breathlessly. With her wrists restrained, she felt vulnerable and deliciously dominated, a willing slave to his masterful lovemaking.
Gradually he increased the tempo, his hips surging powerfully against hers, rocking her up and down the door. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled her ears, and the musky scent of sex that permeated the air was a potent aphrodisiac.
She moaned, her calves absorbing the rhythmic flex of his firm, round butt as he pounded her harder, faster, driving her over the edge.
She screamed his name as she shattered apart, every muscle in her body clenching with violent ecstasy.
Colby continued pumping into her, riding her through her contractions until he found his own release, coming with a shout so raw and primal she nearly came again.
Afterward they clung tightly to each other, his face buried in her neck, hers buried against his hard shoulder as they fought to catch their breath.
Long moments passed before either of them could speak.
“Wow,” Ava breathed. “That was…”
Colby chuckled, the deep vibrations rumbling through her. “I have no words.”
She grinned weakly. “That makes two of us.”
He nuzzled a kiss to the tender spot beneath her ear, making her shiver. “You’re incredible.”
She smiled as her insides melted. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
He lifted his head, his dark eyes glinting wolfishly. “Ready to work up a sweat now?”
Aware of her blouse clinging damply to her skin, Ava arched a teasing brow at him. “I thought we just did.”
“Nah. That was just foreplay.”
With that, he swung from the door and carried her purposefully to the king-size bed. He reached down and yanked back the floral comforter, then they tumbled together onto the bed, tearing at each other’s clothes.
When they were naked, Colby stared down at Ava, his searing gaze bringing a hot flush to every inch of her skin. Nostrils flaring with arousal, he cupped her swollen breasts and pushed them together, then bent and took her erect nipples into his mouth. She gasped, her back arching upward as raw pleasure slashed through her.
As he teased and sucked her nipples, she moaned and gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the sinewy flesh.
He rose above her, a darkly breathtaking Adonis with broad shoulders, a wide chest ridged with muscle and powerful thighs. Her legs opened to wrap around him as he thrust into her, tearing an animal cry from her throat.
“Now,” he whispered, his cock plunging and retreating with deep strokes, “we dance.”
* * *
When Ava awakened the next morning, the bed was empty.
Clutching the covers to her breasts, she sat up and looked around the room.
Utter silence greeted her.
And that was when she realized, with a sharp pang of disappointment, that Colby wa
s gone.
Frowning deeply, she glanced at the bedside alarm clock. It was 5:27, which meant she had enough time to drive home, shower and get ready for work.
She was about to climb out of bed when her gaze landed on the hotel notepad. The top sheet was covered with bold, masculine handwriting.
Her pulse quickened.
Colby had left her a note.
Reaching over, she picked up the notepad and read what he’d written.
Last night was amazing. I’m still at a loss for words. I have to run, but I requested a wake-up call for you so you won’t oversleep for work. If you’re ever in Wolf’s Soul again…
Ava read the note again, then glanced across the room and saw her skirt, jacket and blouse neatly folded over the back of a chair. She smiled, touched by the man’s thoughtfulness.
Tearing the note from the pad and holding it to her chest, she sank back against her pillows and stared up at the ceiling.
He’d left without waking her to say goodbye, but it was better that way. She wasn’t looking for a relationship, and apparently, neither was he. They’d both gotten what they wanted out of the liaison, and now it was time for her to move on.
Right?
Right. Of course.
As Ava stared down at the note in her hand, erotic images stole through her mind, bringing a slow, satisfied smile to her lips.
Today she’d go back to being a straitlaced, workaholic lawyer. But she would always have the memories of last night—the night she’d thrown caution to the wind and lost her inhibitions in the arms of the hottest, sexiest man she’d ever met.
Chapter 2
Colby Austin strode through the double glass doors that fronted the top-floor law offices of Wolf & Reddick, LLP.
It was after eight o’clock, later than he normally arrived at work. But who could blame him after the wild night he’d had?
If it weren’t for the fresh set of scratches carved into his back, he would have sworn he’d dreamed the whole thing. Not because he was a stranger to one-night stands—he wasn’t—but because he’d never experienced anything as scorchingly explosive as what he and Ava had shared. She hadn’t just rocked his world. She’d turned it upside down and inside out and sent it careening off its axis.
Leaving her that morning was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do in his life. During his commute to work, he’d been tortured by explicit images of their lovemaking—erotic images that had gotten him so thick and hard, he’d nearly lost his grip on the steering wheel and veered off the damn road.
Giving himself a vigorous mental shake, Colby entered the reception area paneled in rich mahogany and gleaming marble. A middle-aged woman wearing a phone headset sat behind the large reception desk, speaking rapidly into the small microphone that curved around toward her mouth.
“Good morning, Colby dear,” she greeted him cheerfully after transferring the call. “You’re looking handsome as a devil this morning. Is that a new suit?”
Colby grinned, glancing down at the tailored jacket and pants he wore. “What? This old thing?”
Linda laughed, wagging her head at him. “Quentin wants you to stop by his office as soon as you can.”
“Uh-oh,” Colby intoned with mock dread as he retrieved his stack of mail from the receptionist. “What’d I do now?”
Linda grinned. “Lord only knows.”
Chuckling, Colby left the reception area and headed down the corridor toward his office, briefcase swinging at his side. Friendly greetings were called out to him as he passed the open doorways of other attorneys who were checking email messages or tapping furiously at sleek computers.
Arriving at his own office, he unlocked the door and strode into the elegantly furnished room that overlooked downtown Atlanta. Crossing the carpeted floor, he passed bookshelves filled with court reports and volumes of the U.S. Code before he reached the large mahogany desk.
Files were spread across the blotter, and the blinking light on his phone jockeyed for his attention. Ignoring the paperwork and voice-mail messages, he set down his briefcase and started from the room, deciding to see what his boss wanted before he dove into his work for the day.
Quentin Reddick, managing partner of the prominent law firm, occupied a plush corner office suite on the other side of the tenth floor. As Colby reached the closed door at the end of the corridor, he heard a telltale murmur of voices punctuated by soft kissing noises.
He rolled his eyes heavenward. Not again.
He was just about to turn around and come back later when the door opened halfway to reveal Quentin standing behind his wife, Lexi, with one arm possessively curved around her waist as he nuzzled the side of her throat.
“Baby,” Lexi gently admonished, her eyes closed in dreamy pleasure, “you’re going to make me late for work.”
“No, I’m not,” Quentin murmured, nibbling her earlobe. “You’ve got plenty of time to get to campus. Besides, what did you think was gonna happen when you followed me to the office?”
Lexi grinned wickedly. “Mmm, good point.”
The amorous newlyweds were so absorbed in each other that they didn’t even see Colby standing there until he deliberately cleared his throat.
Lexi jumped, her dark eyes snapping open. Yanking the door wide, she stared at Colby. “How long have you been standing there?”
His lips twitched. “Long enough.”
Quentin grinned unabashedly as his pretty, petite wife wiggled out of his grasp. “Your sister and I had some, ah, unfinished business this morning,” he informed Colby, who made a face at them.
“Ever heard of finishing your ‘business’ in the privacy of your own home?”
Quentin and Lexi merely laughed.
Six months ago, the two longtime best friends had tied the knot during a romantic garden ceremony at a château in France. Since returning from their honeymoon, they’d become even more inseparable than before. Quentin had scaled back the number of hours he worked, often cutting out by six o’clock to hurry home to Lexi, a bestselling author and chef who worked part-time as a culinary instructor. In the mornings, if the couple left for work at the same time, it wasn’t uncommon for one of them to follow the other to their destination, where they’d resume making out in the parking lot, office or wherever else the urge struck. They were consumed with each other, which would have been nauseating if it weren’t so obvious how happy they were together and how absolutely perfect they were for one another.
Colby adored his big sister and had always been fiercely protective of her. After the hell she’d gone through with her cheating first husband, he was glad she’d found her soul mate in Quentin.
But that didn’t mean he enjoyed being subjected to their public displays of affection.
As they lovingly stroked each other’s faces, Colby stuffed his hands into his pockets and heaved a long, exaggerated sigh to remind them of his presence.
They didn’t spare him so much as a glance, though their conspiratorial smiles told him that they’d heard him just fine.
Pointedly clearing his throat again, he said to Quentin, “Linda says you wanted to see me.”
“I do. We’ll talk after I walk your sister out to her car.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Lexi gently interjected. “I need to use the restroom before I leave, so you and Colby can go ahead and start your meeting.”
“All right.” Quentin brushed a tender kiss across her forehead. “Call me when you get to campus.”
“I will,” Lexi promised, smiling into his eyes. “I’ve got something special planned for dinner tonight, so don’t be late.”
“Oh, I won’t, believe me.”
“Good.” Turning around, Lexi reached on tiptoe and affectionately kissed Colby’s cheek. “Have a good day, baby boy.”
He tweaked her pert nose. “You, too.”
After blowing a kiss to her husband, Lexi sashayed from the office.
Quentin stood in the doorway watching her departure w
ith the pure, unadulterated devotion of a man who was light-years away from the hard-partying, skirt-chasing player who used to break hearts just for sport.
Moving from the doorway, he shook his head and declared, “Damn, I love that woman.”
Colby chuckled. “I know,” he drawled, lowering himself into one of the visitor chairs across from Quentin’s massive desk. “The whole world knows how whipped you are. Matter of fact— Ouch!” he protested as Quentin smacked the back of his head, the way he’d done when Colby was younger.
Quentin laughed, claiming the leather executive throne behind his desk. “The only one who’s allowed to call me ‘whipped’ is your sister.”
Colby gave a surly grin. “At least you’re not denying the truth.”
“Nope. Couldn’t, even if I tried.” Quentin leaned back in the chair, his hazel eyes gleaming with unabashed satisfaction. “So…who was that hottie you went home with last night?”
Colby stared at him. “How do you know about her?”
Quentin laughed. “Come on, now. You know I have spies everywhere.”
By “spies” he meant his old college friends—aka the Morehouse Nine—who’d been having dinner together at the restaurant last night. Colby had been so focused on Ava that he’d forgotten the fellas were there, watching him like Big Brother.
“Which one told you?” he grumbled. “Percy? Shokare? Jagger?”
“It doesn’t matter who told me.” Quentin grinned wickedly. “I heard she was fine, bruh. Looked like Meagan Good. Had legs that went on forever, ass for days.”
Colby scowled, shaking his head. “Listen to you. Is that any way for a happily married man to be talking?”
“Hey, I’m just repeating what I heard. Was I misinformed?”
Colby aimed an exasperated glare at the ceiling, even as his lips twitched with suppressed laughter.
“Aw, come on, Colby,” Quentin teasingly cajoled. “This is me you’re talking to. I’m the one who used to educate you on how to charm the girls at your high school, remember? Whenever you followed my advice, you had all the honeys eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“Not always,” Colby countered with a sardonic laugh. “I seem to recall a few times when your advice backfired and got me slapped and cursed out.”
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