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by Jenna Gunn


  I’m not sure what else I saw on my roundtrip train ride because my vision was blurry. So much for sightseeing.

  I was so drunk on Bryce Archer the whole damn way that it was all a big sunny haze. But somehow, I managed to get off at the right stop, find my car, and drive back to my hotel.

  Miracle of miracles.

  At any moment, I could have been found sitting at a green-light with stars and rainbows and hearts in my eyes.

  Shaking my head, I try to knock the fog lose. Wandering around like that today is one thing, but I sure hope my circuits get back online before my interview tomorrow.

  Butterflies of another kind explode into my belly when I think about the job interview. I need one hundred percent mental engagement.

  Gotta be to be as sharp as a Ginsu and as poised as the Statue of Liberty. Sitting in front of that verbal firing squad is my first hurdle to landing where I want—as the newest recruit hired for Ocean County’s elite Ocean Rescue team.

  But try as I might to get my brain back on track, I’m still stunned as I fumble along trying to press my blouse on the little bed-top ironing board.

  The memory of his touch is seared into my hand. Clenching my fist tightly, I’m not sure if I want the sensation to go away or last forever.

  I keep looking at those black ink numbers, a reminder of all that heat between us.

  A dozen times, I’ve changed my mind about calling him.

  Right now, I’m leaning toward no.

  Which only fuels my OCD about this whole interview thing.

  Now that everything is ironed and my accessories are lined up just perfectly in the bathroom, down to my earrings, there’s nothing left to do but wait. Nervous energy makes me pace around the hotel room.

  Sixteen hours to go till I sit down with the panel of lifeguards that will decide my fate.

  I glance at my phone for the thousandth time. The minutes are dragging by.

  Maybe a little distraction would be a good thing this evening.

  Because spending the evening like this, I’m going to be tenser than a rattlesnake staring down a gunslinger.

  I could grab a beer with Cali Man, maybe watch the sunset.

  Take my mind off the job.

  Put my mind on him…

  Indulge my desire to study his sexy blue eyes some more.

  Men have not been my priority in so long that I forgot what it’s like to be on the market.

  Guess I’m sort of old fashioned, but I do definitely prefer the guy to call me. Only right now, he doesn’t have that option because he doesn’t have my number—in his phone or on his arm.

  So, I guess it’s up to me.

  It’s insane.

  But what the hay. I’m making myself over these days.

  Making big moves in more ways than one.

  Picking up my phone, I realize my hands are shaky.

  My belly is full of flutters. Calling him feels so daring and risque as I think about the way he touched and licked my hand.

  But it’s just a beer.

  Grabbing dinner together is no biggie. Right?

  He might want sex, but it doesn’t mean we will get there.

  I chuckle and grin sheepishly. Who am I kidding? It’s not a far stretch to imagine or want to enjoy the ultimate distraction with that man.

  He’s built like he’s made for fun between the sheets.

  It’s clear as writing in the sky that he wants sex, and apparently, my clit is onboard with the idea too. It starts throbbing every time I think about his mouth on my skin.

  The time on my phone reads 5:30 when I press the little green phone symbol, launching my cell signal out into space.

  “Texas.” There’s a grin in his voice for sure.

  Laughing, I play along. “California.”

  “I had a feeling you’d call.”

  “Did you now?”

  He murmurs in his low tone, “Where are you?”

  God, that voice—it melts me on the spot.

  “My hotel.”

  “Mmmm, that sounds interesting,” he purrs. “Are you staying in Ocean County?”

  “I am. The Hilton, Lynn’s Cove, room 206.”

  His chuckle is warm and oh so sexy. “You’re close.”

  Not close enough…

  “Oh, really?”

  “I can swing by and pick you up in thirty minutes.”

  “You’re fast.”

  That laugh again as he seductively says, “Not at everything.”

  Oh heavens!

  I’m in deep, deep trouble.

  My voice comes out embarrassingly breathy when I force myself to use words. “Good to know. I’ll be ready.”

  He half growls, “See you soon, Ray.”

  Then he’s gone. The call drops, and I’m left staring at the screen with an oh-my-god look on my face.

  Well. Guess I just let go of the rope swing, and now the only thing to do is see where I splash.

  At one minute before six, there’s a tap on my door.

  Holy vagina jitters!

  I dance around as I smooth down the silky tank top I just picked out— shivers race up and down my skin like a stampede.

  What am I doing? This is nuts.

  One night stand, here I come.

  When I peer out the little peephole, there he is, those fascinating blue-green eyes of his boring into the door as if he can see right through it.

  The lock is insanely loud as it clicks beneath my hand. When the door swings back, I get a full blast of his delicious smell.

  Sex god’s hair is damp, he’s changed clothes, and he looks good enough to eat.

  For a few seconds, he just rakes over me from head to toe, his eyes landing on all my sensitive places.

  It’s a slow appraisal that sends every bit of my energy straight to my throbbing core. Suddenly, my mouth is as dry as the Mojave, and my pussy as wet as a spring rain shower.

  Bryce Archer is gigantic and gorgeous. The man is larger-than-life, all muscle, and perfect sun-kissed tan.

  He takes a slow, measured step toward me, his eyes like a wolf.

  A very ravenous wolf.

  Eep!

  My pulse stutters like my heart forgot how to do its job.

  I take a step back. Blood rushes to my skin, and heat prickles me all over.

  Another of his devastating thousand-watt smile appears on his perfect face—a blast of irresistible hotness—and the air locks in my lungs.

  I subtly try to fan myself hoping to get some air, whew…

  His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “You’re melting again. And it’s not hot in here.” So, he noticed. I guess I wasn’t subtle enough.

  “Well, what do you expect when you do that?”

  Reaching out a hand toward me, he traces a finger over my shoulder and along the spaghetti strap of my top.

  “When I do this?”

  Umhp, I groan internally.

  I’m rendered speechless as his index finger dances over my skin, leaving a wake of heat and goosebumps behind.

  I’m pretty sure I’m going to do something really embarrassing like tear his clothes to shreds and jump on him the way an Olympic gymnast leaps onto the balance beam.

  I force a shaky breath into my lungs.

  Divert. Stall. Get a grip, I tell myself.

  My voice comes out crackly when I ask, “Wanna grab that beer?”

  His eyes land on my lips. “I want to grab you.”

  I try to swallow, but it’s impossible. My throat has closed up.

  I manage to lick my lips, but my tongue feels all wrong. Like it needs his tongue wrapped around it, pronto.

  “Well, I guess you should come in then because I’m pretty sure we’re gonna scare the neighbors if we stay here.”

  I take a wobbly step back, and all six-whatever-feet of him passes through the doorway, making it look pretty damned small. The steel hotel door clicks closed.

  The room should be silent, but there’s a snare drum pounding loudly in my ears.
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  His eyes have yet to leave mine.

  In that sinful, raspy voice of his, he inquires, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  I grin instantly and reply, “Are you?”

  In the next second, I’m in his grasp. One big hand latches onto my hip while the other tangles itself into my hair. I only have time to grab a tiny gulp of air before his mouth is on mine.

  That delicious, devilish mouth of his takes me in on full invasion.

  We’re all heated breath, nipping teeth, and deep thrusting tongues for the longest, hottest kiss of my life.

  Well, hello to you too, California.

  He leaves my head spinning and my body one big, delicious, glowing, pulsing nerve ending when he pulls back.

  He licks his tongue across his lower lip. With a groan, he says, “I’ve been thinking about doing that all afternoon.”

  The thick hot pad of his thumb skims across my swollen mouth. “I want these beauties all over me.”

  The Bryce Archer effect completely wipes out my vocabulary beyond growls, grunts, and moans.

  “Ungh,” I whimper.

  He watches me as I shiver under his gaze. “Something about you turns me into an animal.”

  I second that. I feel like a wildcat in heat.

  And I want more of it.

  What’s the harm, right?

  It’s a one night stand; I can let my hair down. I don’t know this man at all. Might as well unleash my wild fantasies on him. “I like wild animals.”

  His eyes narrow on mine. “You’re a naughty thing.”

  “You like that?” I practically purr.

  “Fuck yeah.” Wrapping his big hand around my neck, he pulls me toward him till we’re eye to eye.

  Chemistry crackles between us.

  He stills for a second. “I want to make sure you are saying yes. Because if you do, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before—make sure you never forget California. But, you can say no, and we’ll go have that beer.”

  Hellfire and hotcakes.

  I’m no good-girl, but this is the dirtiest, most carnal thing I’ve ever done.

  Following my urge and desire, I press my body against his and rub my achy lady parts against the gigantic ridge in his shorts. Staring right into his Caribbean eyes, I answer his question. “How many languages would you like to hear yes in?” Then I lean into his ear and purr, “Yes. Si. Oui. Please…”

  A deep growl rises up from his broad chest.

  In the next instant, I’m crushed against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist as all of his hot, strong body grinds into me.

  Bryce Archer’s mouth is hungry on mine, and he crushes my hips in the vice grip of his incredibly big hands. His fingers dig into my bare ass when my skirt hikes up to my waist.

  I’m toast.

  No, I’m like melted butter on toast.

  I moan, arching myself against him.

  All need, no thought, just yes, yes, yes, in my overloaded brain.

  His strong, rough fingers flex into my skin, dancing along the edge of my thong.

  Then his tongue is on my ear, his raspy voice shooting straight to my wet center. “I’m gonna take you right here against the wall, then bent over that desk, on the bed, and maybe on the floor, too, I think.”

  I’m panting as he presses all of him into me. My voice sounds strange to my own ears when I groan, “What are you waiting for?“

  “Are you ready for me? Because I’ll hurt you otherwise.”

  Gasping for air, I pant, “If I am any more ready, I’m gonna come without you.”

  I guess that did the trick. He growls as he tears open a condom wrapper with his teeth. In the next instant, the big sexy brute is shoving aside my panties with the head of his massive shaft.

  I moan and shiver. “So thick.”

  Bryce shifts me, raises me higher, presses my back harder into the wall, and begins a steady push to drive his thick, hard erection into my wet folds.

  Panting, I grip his shoulders with shaking hands. “Oh…oh.”

  Growling, he thrusts a jolting punch against me, and his thick girth goes in a few inches. My body spasms around him, pulsing, vibrating.

  So, so intense. I scream out. My orgasm is so close that I feel the pulsing waves of it in my womb.

  “God, so tight. I should be gentle, but I can’t fucking stop myself,” he rasps as he rams into me, driving his whole throbbing shaft deep into me.

  Never.

  Ever.

  Have I been filled so deeply.

  A high keening sound comes from my throat, and he swallows my raspy cry in his mouth. He pulls out, thrusts back in, and finds my clit with his thumb.

  This man doesn’t hold back. And I love it. “God, god, god,” I chant, dropping my head against his shirt as he pumps into me with greedy, hard strokes.

  Owned.

  I’ve never been dominated like this, and I love it.

  Every ounce of my awareness is him. His body is buried so deep inside me that it will never be the same.

  I suddenly feel a jolt in my clit as he swirls, presses. My body bucks wildly. A wave of energy bursts out of my core, making every muscle in my body clench.

  He grunts, “Damn, you’re choking my cock.”

  “Uhhhh, I’m…”

  Blackness sweeps through me. I burst into a gazillion fragments of bright light.

  I cling to him as my world spins away.

  When my brain decides to fire again, I peel open my eyes to find his Caribbean blues sparkling with humor and sinful desire.

  He groans as he pulls me closer with his strong arms, gathers me away from the wall, and holds me against this chest. “That was hot as fuck.”

  “Mmm,” is all I can manage.

  I must say, he’s good for his word because he’s not done.

  “I’m going to kiss you senseless. Then I’m going to bend you over that desk, see. Look over there.” His fingers bite into my jaw, and he pivots me toward the desk on the far wall of the hotel room. “See that mirror? I’m going to love watching us.”

  All I can do is breathe out a little moan.

  “Think you can come again?”

  “If anybody can make me, I think it’s you.”

  I feel a surge of blood hardening his shaft even more.

  Bryce easily carries me to the desk and lowers my feet slowly to the floor. He kisses me so thoroughly that I’m blind with lust. My fingers fumble for his shirt, but he pushes my hands aside so he can yank my tank top over my head. With rough hands, he shoves my skirt and panties down to my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my dark blue lace bra. His clothes are gone in an instant, and we’re naked, body to body—his hot, smooth skin to my burning, shivering, achy flesh.

  Spinning me around, he turns me toward the desk. Bryce’s fingers capture my hair and push it to the side. “So sexy,” he whispers in that husky rasp of his as he nips and sucks along my neck. I moan and melt into his rock-hard warm chest.

  “Put your hands here, and don’t move them” He guides my palms to the desk. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, and watch me fuck you in the mirror.”

  Sliding his fingers down my body, he finds my throbbing clit. I can hardly hold still. It’s too good. Too much.

  My juices start to flow, and I’m wetter than ever.

  “That’s it. You’re ready for me now.”

  Wrapping a thick arm across my body, the porn-worthy sex god behind me begins to push himself into me.

  When my eyes drift close, he snaps, “Eyes on us.”

  I’m breathless. Speechless. And I can’t do more than pant and moan and watch him slam into me.

  Nudging my feet apart, he spreads me wider. I yelp in pleasure as he spears into me deeper than ever.

  My fingers bite into the wood.

  He works my clit and finds my nipples with his other hand. This man is determined to dominate my pleasure with every touch.

  He growls from above me, “God,
you’re so insanely beautiful. Look at us.”

  I watch him, mesmerized, wanting to memorize his every move. To forever remember the way his eyes own me.

  But I can hardly take it. It’s so good.

  My eyes flutter close for a second, a moan of his name comes from somewhere deep within my core on a long shudder. When I manage to blink my eyes open, I’m filled with a desperate kind of hunger that I see matched in his eyes.

  He pulls me tightly to him and lunges his hardness into my softness again.

  Our lusty cries mix together as he loses control and slams me so hard that we’re pounding the desk against the wall.

  Then it happens—his orgasm hits, freezing him mid-stroke. He’s so deep that every muscle in my body clenches as if they might snap my bones. He grunts, shudders, and breathes my name, “Raaaay.”

  His final thrust shatters me.

  I scream and arch my body. “Ah…god. Ah! Ah!”

  I collapse forward, and the weight of his body pins me against the wooden desk. The corner of the lamp presses into my cheek. The heartbeat that thumps against my back mirrors my own. My legs are embarrassingly shaky.

  That was incredible. I won’t ever forget that for the rest of my life. All other men have been erased from my sex database.

  All too soon, Bryce eases up from me. I’m still glued to the table when his harsh bark snaps me back to life.

  “Fuck. Holy fuck.”

  His tone is all wrong.

  “What?”

  “God, Ray—“ His voice is so harsh and broken that it’s like nails on a chalkboard. “I hate to ruin the moment, but the goddamn condom broke. I didn’t know.”

  My eyes feel way too wide. I start to speak but stop, unsure sure how to react. I’ve just been filled with cum by a man I just met.

  He falls against my back, caging me against him. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He rains kisses on my neck. “I’m clean. I just had a physical for work.”

  His sincerity softens me. “I am too,” I half croak, my voice all broken from the screaming and panting. “I just had my annual done.”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “No, but I…supposedly, I can’t conceive. I was told that when I was a teenager. This shouldn't be a problem.”

  A long breath leaks from him as he brushes my damp hair behind my ear. “Are you okay?”

  I nod and watch his grim expression in the mirror. “I’ve got to get rid of this damn thing. I’ll be right back.”

 

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