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Oh. That plan of action. It was undoubtedly a very bad idea. Wicked and dirty and exciting as hell. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was foolish. But the idea of Jake Shaw fucking her like crazy sounded pretty damn hot.

  He was pulling her dress up her thighs in a tantalizing caress of silky fabric. His hands skimmed ass cheeks left bare by the lacy thong she’d donned on a whim that morning. “Does that plan sound acceptable to you, Ms. Denton?” His fingers trailed over the damp crotch of her panties and she let out a whimper.

  “Possibly,” she managed to say.

  Had he read her mind? Was the connection between them as powerful as she thought? Maybe she’d been going without for too long. It had been a year since she’d broken up with her fiancé, and she had never been the kind for random hookups. So what was it about Jake Shaw that pushed every one of her buttons in the most exquisite way? That made her want to be bad with him?

  “Was that a yes?” His wicked fingers danced, applying just enough pressure to her clit for delicious torture. And then he leaned down, ravaging her mouth with a hungry kiss. His tongue teased the seam of her lips and she opened to him, welcoming his spicy taste, the claiming surge of his tongue inside her mouth. He pulled away. “Or a no?”

  As if her answer would be no when his hand was rubbing between her legs in that brazen yet enticing rhythm. Feeling bold, she skimmed her palm down over his chest and abs to cup his bulging hard-on. “Why don’t you tell me, Mr. Shaw?”

  Somehow, keeping their exchange formal heightened the pleasure of the intimate game they played. He bent his head and nipped her lower lip with his teeth, then licked and sucked his way down her neck. His tongue played between her breasts, teasing. When he glanced up at her, his eyes dark with desire, he increased the pressure and friction of his hand on her pussy. Ivy was hovering on the brink of orgasm, her entire body tightening, breath coming fast, heart pounding.

  Just when she was about to scream her release, he stilled. “Do you want me to make you come?”

  She arched into his hand, rubbing herself against him, desperate for more. “Yes.”

  He dropped another plundering kiss on her mouth. “Ask me nicely.”

  “Please.” Ivy reached between them to close her hand over his, pressing him against her aching center.

  He sucked on her neck. “Please what?”

  “Please make me come.”

  “Since you asked.” Jake slid his fingers past the elastic waistband of her lacy thong, working her clit with expert pressure and speed. The sensation of those strong, calloused fingers on her wet flesh was mind-altering. He kissed her again and an orgasm rocked through her, sending aftershocks of pleasure from her head to her red high heels.

  He pushed her thong over her hips and set her on the desk, pulling the scrap of lace down her legs. The panties disappeared into his pocket, but she was too far gone to care if he kept them as a trophy. Those magical hands were seducing their way back up her legs, over her knee to her inner thighs. She allowed him to push her legs apart and bunch her dress up around her waist. He buried his face between her legs, sucking her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Ivy grabbed his hair, loving the texture. Moaning, she arched into him, desperate for him to give her more.

  Just when she thought she was about to come out of her skin, his tongue sank into her pussy, demanding and firm. She almost shot off the desk at the excruciating thrill of it. Her sex pulsed, needing more. He seemed to sense her desperation because he stood, his face intense, strained with barely leashed desire. She went for the fly on his jeans, desperate to have his cock inside her now.

  When she released him, his engorged dick rose stiffly from his jeans, proud and beautiful. Ivy wasn’t sure what she wanted more—to take him into her hand, her mouth, or deep into her aching depths. She took him in her hand first, closing her fingers around the thick shaft, circling the weeping head, applying just enough twist and pressure to wring a moan from him.

  It occurred to her that the door to the office trailer was unlocked and that at any moment anyone could walk through and get an eyeful. “What if someone sees us?”

  A dark smile curved his lips. “Let them watch.”

  For some reason, the thought made her want him even more. There was an element of danger that called to her. Everything about Jake Shaw and this moment of insanity turned her on like she’d never experienced before.

  “It’s your turn to be polite,” she told him, her voice throaty even to her own ears.

  “I want to fuck your brains out,” he growled. “Please.”

  “Hmm.” She pretended to think it over as she tightened her grip on him. “I’m not sure. You’re going to have to be a little more polite, Mr. Shaw.”

  “Damn. I’m going to give you the best fuck of your life. Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

  Their mouths met in a ravenous kiss. She broke away and rubbed her cheek on his stubble, ran her fingers up along the tempting planes of his abs. “Fuck me.”

  Jake pulled a condom out of his jeans, tore the wrapper open with his teeth and tossed the trash on the floor. He sheathed himself with practiced ease before probing her with his fingers. “Your wish is my command, boss lady.”

  She was wet and on fire. No further need for foreplay. “Now,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around his hips. Ivy flattened her palms on the desk’s cool surface to brace herself and rubbed her pussy up and down, up and down in delicious friction over his cock until they were both mad for it.

  He jerked his hips and entered her in one fluid motion. She clenched her muscles and brought him deeper, moaning with a heady combination of pleasure-pain. Her body was telling her she was about to come again, but she wanted to make it last longer. She wanted to savor the way his cock stretched her wide, the way he surged so deep that she couldn’t keep herself from crying out, moaning, frantically rising off the desk to meet his thrusts and take more of him, all of him.

  He worked her breasts, palming them, reaching inside her dress to tease her painfully sensitized nipples. It was all she needed to push her over the edge. She came again, more violently this time, her spasms milking him until he was coming too, driving into her again and again. He threw back his head and cried out his pleasure. She leaned forward, licking and sucking on his neck, as hungry for the taste of his skin as she was for his cock. She wanted to bruise him, mark him, brand him as hers. The sensation of him deep inside her as her pussy continued to tremor and she licked his salty skin was incredibly erotic.

  Gradually, their breathing returned to normal and he withdrew from her, flipping her dress down over her legs. He removed the condom and tossed it into a nearby trashcan before adjusting himself back into his jeans. Silence stretched between them. What could they say after something so potent and primitive had just exploded between them? Words seemed horribly inadequate.

  She cleared her throat. “I’ll still expect a plan of action by the end of the day.”

  He raised a brow, a mocking smile on his lips. “You’ll have it. I don’t fuck my way out of contractual obligations, Ms. Denton.”

  “That’s good to hear.” She was careful to put the ice back into her voice. After all, business was always business and it was her ass on the line, her reputation and livelihood at stake. “You have a job to do and I want it to be done well and on time.”

  With that parting shot, she snatched up her purse and clipped from the trailer. The blast of hot July air outside combined with the dust and noise of the construction site abruptly returned her to reality. Her heel got caught in the metal steps again, but this time she rescued herself, irritatingly aware of the fact that Jake Shaw probably watched from the blinds-covered window of his trailer. She could feel his eyes on her back as she walked away and had the distinct impression he was laughing. It was only when she got into her car that she realized he’d kept her panties.

  Chapter Three

  The plan of action sailed into her inbox at quarter to five, accompanied by one sentence. At least
you didn’t need a refund on your shoes. Ivy tried to summon up some anger at his nerve, but in the end, thinking about him only made her hot and bothered all over again. It was nearly the end of the day and she was trying in vain to tie up some loose ends and pretend that fantasies of Jake Shaw giving her the best fuck of her life weren’t intruding on her normally rational brain. But they were.

  His email signature included his cell number. She couldn’t be sure if he’d put it there for her sake or if it was standard. Feeling like a clumsy teenager, she rummaged through her inbox, trying to find previous correspondence with him. Apparently, she’d either archived or deleted it, and it was long gone, lying somewhere in the vast cyber dump of her computer’s hard drive.

  Ivy looked at the number on the computer screen. It taunted her. Teased her. How was it that staring at those numbers made her wet? She wanted him again. Their frenzied lovemaking session in the job trailer had only served to whet her appetite for him, not to satiate it. The man was like an addiction.

  Pushing aside her pride, she dialed his number. One ring. Two. Three. She was about to hang up when he answered. Suddenly every witty, sexy comeback she’d been rehearsing evaporated. “Mr. Shaw?”

  “I think we’ve advanced to first names, Ivy.”

  As if on cue, her body thrummed with a warm, delicious tension. “How did you know it was me?”

  “Either ESP or I have your office number programmed into my cell.” There was a wry grin in his voice.

  “Oh.” That had been a stupid question, she had to admit. But what could she say to him? Come over to my place tonight. I want to tie you to my bed and lick you everywhere. No, she didn’t think she could be that forthright. Could she? It shouldn’t be possible to feel shy after what they’d done together, but she wanted to make certain she played her cards right. Not that she was looking for Mr. Forever—everything about Jake Shaw screamed he wasn’t the type—but she wouldn’t mind scoring some additional one-on-one time with Mr. Right Now.

  The best way to hold his interest, she had a feeling, was to maintain her cool. Keep it professional, she told herself. If she started wanting to spoon, he’d run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. “I need some clarification on your plan of action.”

  “You didn’t find my plan of action satisfying?” There was a wicked note in his voice that told her he didn’t mean the one he’d typed up into a fancy document.

  More than satisfying, actually. “You weren’t clear on how you would make up for lost hours.” She did her best to stall.

  He chuckled, a rough yet oh-so-sexy rumble. “I can make it up to you any way you want.”

  Now that response had possibilities. “I’m leaving work in about ten minutes.” She paused. “Do you know where my office is?”

  “I’m a few blocks away. I’ll swing by and pick you up,” he offered, sparing her the embarrassment of having to beg.

  “I’ll be waiting.” She hung up before she could change her mind.

  Part of Ivy felt guilty about breaking a cardinal rule of business. For a woman in the construction industry, it was difficult enough to gain respect without having to deal with the complications of sex. Hadn’t she promised herself she’d never allow her private life to interfere in her work? And wasn’t that exactly what she was doing?

  Her father would be livid. She should be ashamed. She should call Jake back and tell him she’d changed her mind, that she had a dinner engagement, that she had to paint her nails, anything to avoid him and his potently male appeal. But she didn’t. The other part of her, the wicked part, knew that she wanted him at any cost, ethics and her father be damned.

  * * * * *

  She asked Jake to drive to her apartment, thinking they could share dinner and hopefully a whole lot more afterward. They barely cleared the doorway before he caught her around the waist and pressed himself against her, his mouth open and wet on her neck. She reached back, raking her fingers through his thick hair. Lust slammed through her.

  “I thought we could have dinner,” she protested, halfhearted. After all, she was trying to be good. It was just that he made her want to be so bad.

  “I want you,” he whispered against her skin.

  How could she argue with that? She wanted him, too. Forget salad and spaghetti with a bottle of wine—the best she could whip up without preparation. Jake’s hands were traveling up and down her bare arms and his huge cock was pressing against her bottom.

  “Where?” Ivy spun around to face him, lifting her face for his devouring kiss.

  “Shower. I’m hot and coated in dust from the construction site.” He nipped at her lips. “And I want you slippery and naked against me.”

  “Yes.” She sucked on his lower lip then slid her tongue into his mouth, hungry for him. “Follow me.”

  They left a trail of discarded clothing on their way to her bathroom. Heels, boots, jeans, bra…everything fell away. Ivy had splurged on remodeling her bathroom—there was a large, walk-in shower on one side of the room, a deep hot tub on the other and shiny granite counter tops, marble floors. But she had yet to put it to good use.

  She skimmed her palms over the deliciously hard muscles of his chest, loving the crispness of his chest hair. “Shower or bath?”

  “Mmm.” He dipped his head and closed his mouth around one of her aching nipples. “I’d like to fuck you standing up, darling.”

  Yes please. Her pussy was wet and throbbing already. When he talked dirty, she started to melt. Backing toward the shower, she pulled him with her. A flick of her wrist and a spray of warm water began cascading over their naked bodies, slicking them with a decadent sheen. He licked down her neck, between her breasts, teasingly around her navel. Then he was on his knees, pushing her flat against the cool tile wall and spreading her thighs.

  Jake’s tongue delved into her pussy. Her hips bucked against his gorgeous face, wanting more. He looked up at her, making eye contact as he devoured her. He spread her lips, revealing her clit, and worked the sensitized bud with his tongue. Water poured down over them, glossing his black hair onto his strong back. She hooked her leg up over his shoulder and opened herself to him completely, arching into him and taking advantage of his mouth. The man knew his way around a woman’s body, knew how to bring her to the brink and then make her wait, trembling on the edge of a violent orgasm.

  She was frantic now, needing to fill herself with his cock. Ivy gripped his shoulders, trying to bring him to his feet. “Please. I need you.”

  “Shhhh.” He glanced back up at her. “I want to make you come with just my mouth.” His tongue was inside her again.

  No man had ever wanted to satisfy her so completely. It made her want him even more, but also made her willing to endure more of his sweet torture. She slid her fingers into his wet hair, prompting his head to adjust to the optimum angle for penetration. With her other hand, she cupped her breasts, toyed with her nipples. Steam began swirling around them, enveloping them in a sensual mist. She became aware of the seductive sound of her own ragged breathing and low moans. Everything became heightened, hypersensitive.

  With a few more strokes over her clit, her pussy tightened in a series of spasms. She came, clutching him between her legs, crying out. Jake pushed her leg from his shoulder and stood, branding her mouth in a hungry kiss that tasted of her own juices. Their tongues tangled, played. His fingers dipped into her, then withdrew to toy with her clit.

  Ivy wasn’t satisfied. She was determined to have his lovely cock. It rose hard and silky smooth against her belly. Lacing her hands together, she formed a tight sheath and reached between them to slip it over the head of his penis. She drew her hands up and down with enough pressure and speed to wring a moan from him. His eyes went smoky and dark with passion, his expression one of pure, decadent desire. She paused at the tip of his erection and increased the pressure, heightening the pleasure for him. And then it was her turn to get on her knees.

  She took him in her mouth, sucking almost the enti
re length of him as she worked him with her hands. Just as she had him where she wanted him—about to bring him to a body-shuddering climax—he grabbed her elbows and yanked her to her feet. His hard, wet dick slid against her swollen folds. They kissed. He grabbed her ass with both hands and was inside her in the next breath, stretching her and filling her as she’d been aching for him to do. Jake pumped into her again and again, pinning her to the wall, getting deeper and deeper. She tightened her muscles and greedily pulled him in, holding him there until she came. The tremors that pulsed through her brought him to a pounding release. As the shower pelted the tiles around them, they sank against one another in a mindless haze of sated pleasure.

  Chapter Four

  Ivy was just completing a call with the mechanical contractor for the St. James Hotel project when her father arrived unannounced in her office. She watched him over the rim of her coffee cup, an unsettling feeling unwinding in her stomach. He didn’t just drop in during work hours, which could only mean one thing. There was a problem.

  She took a deep breath and completed her telephone conversation. “I forwarded your request for information to the architect, Bob. Thanks again for the call. I’ll let you know as soon as we hear anything.”

  The phone hit the cradle and an ominous silence descended. “Dad.” She attempted a bright smile. “Please have a seat.”

  “Ivy, I need to have a talk with you.” His tone was as serious as his expression. He crossed the room and sat opposite her, imposing even in his silence.

  She hoped like hell he didn’t know about her and Jake. Three months had passed since she’d tossed aside every rule she’d ever made for herself—no sex with other contractors, no business with pleasure, just to name a few—but it had been three months of bliss. She and Jake had been taking turns spending the night at one another’s places. He had a lovely house on a few acres outside of the city, but what it lacked in convenience, it made up for in its tranquil, beautiful setting. She fell in love with his golden retriever, Buttercup, but was terrified that it wasn’t just Buttercup she’d fallen for with the ease of a summer day.