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“You’re so wet.” He sounded elated, aroused. “Soft and fucking delicious.”
She quivered under the sensual acknowledgement, amazed at how quickly they’d
reached this level. She couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think. Nothing meant anything but
feeling this raging compulsion to find the ultimate fulfillment. His finger moved,
thrusting and stroking, then he added a second finger. She gasped and moaned at the
exquisite sensation as his big fingers caressed sensitive surfaces.
His mouth nuzzled the side of her neck, and she shivered in pleasure. He awakened
more sensitive nerves with every brush of his lips against her, the pressure of his fingers
inside her.
“Jack.”
“Feel that. Beautiful.” He groaned softly. “Take it. Just let go.” He rasped the words
against her breast, then plunged in and tugged her nipple into his mouth. “It’s just for
you.”
His fingers plundered, fluttering over soaked folds until she melted into the
sensations and forgot everything but the moment. She couldn’t think of anything but
wanting him closer, deeper, his cock hard and thick and pushing into her body until they
both climaxed.
When he stroked over her clit, faster and faster, she panted, desperate to reach the
pinnacle. New urgency crept through her, her body moving, tightening, searching for
something to put out the unquenched longing inside. His mouth ravaged hers, exploration
going deeper and deeper. She writhed in desperation. With a startled cry, she came apart.
Quaking, gasping for breath, she held in a shriek as bone-melting satisfaction flooded her
body. Struck dumb by the heady, floating sensation within, she drifted on the beauty of it.
Jack’s fingers slipped from her body and straightened her dress, sliding everything back
into place.
She clung to him, breathing hard. Feeling suddenly shy, she stared up at him. “I can’t
believe we just did that.”
He grinned, and when she slipped her hand over his erection, he clasped his hand
over hers and brought it to his lips. “No. Ginger will come looking for you. I don’t want
us to get caught doing anything more than we already have.”
“Damn it.”
He laughed. “Autumn, you’re something else.”
“So are you,” she said in a breathy tone she couldn’t help.
With a smile that curled her toes in her pumps, he kissed her softly once more, then
led her from the closet.
With a smile and a nod he said, “I’ll see you later. For fantasy number three. Stop by
my condo.”
She smiled. “Okay. What does fantasy number three include?”
His eyes narrowed. “Like I said, each fantasy is a secret.”
She sighed. “You’re determined to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
He winked. “It’s my mission in life.” He turned to leave again.
She reached for him and caught his forearm. “Wait. I’ll be interviewing you
sometime next week or the week after.”
“I thought you were interviewing Chief Hallam.”
“I am. But be prepared.” She gave him a tentative smile. “I’ll be asking questions
about your experiences in New York City.”
For a second Autumn thought she saw reluctance in Jack’s eyes. “I don’t know…”
“Please, Jack? I know it’s difficult to talk about—”
“Difficult doesn’t begin to describe it.”
“I know. But I want to understand. And others will too.”
The music rose again, and he leaned closer to make himself heard. “If it was anyone
else, I’d say no.”
She saw questions in his eyes she didn’t understand, but she ached to uncover new
layers to this man. “Thanks, Jack.”
“Don’t thank me yet. Wait until the interview is over.”
Before she could answer, he placed his hand on the small of her back and walked
with her toward the bar. When they reached the bar, though, she didn’t see her boss or
Ginger anywhere.
Jack cracked a smile and pressed her shoulder gently. “Later.”
As she watched him leave, she marveled at what she’d experienced on the dance
floor and in the closet with Jack, her mind completely blown away.
* * * *
The Watcher resented the way Autumn and Dillon had danced. Autumn looked hot
and bothered, her lips all red as if she’d been kissed, her hair scrambled from the way
Dillon’s fingers had tangled in the curls. Her trashy dress clung to her breasts, hips and
thighs, designed to make a man salivate like a mad dog. Dillon had watched Autumn like
he wished he could lick her from one end of her body to the other. Heavy-duty arousal
stirred in the Watcher’s blood, along with undiluted wrath. When she’d snuck off with
Dillon for several minutes, the Watcher guessed what they must be doing. The big
firefighter had probably fucked her good and hard. Part of the Watcher enjoyed the idea
and wanted it for himself. He could imagine her juicy, delicious body open wide just for
him.
No.
He must concentrate on why he was here and what he must do.
Something must be done to stop them. The Watcher smiled. I know just how.
* * * *
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