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tightly together, and he slid a hand between them and pried them apart.
One more thing to make this picture perfect. He held his breath as he slipped a finger beneath each
side of the thong, waiting for her to protest. When nothing happened, he dragged the lace down the
slender length of her legs and threw the tiny scrap aside.
Shit, he was in heaven.
Her ass was slightly raised from the pillow, her legs spread so he could see the glisten of moisture
between her thighs. Lowering his head, he breathed in the musky aroma of hot, excited woman.
The knowledge that she wanted him turned him on more than anything else.
He rested a palm on each globe of her ass, and she shuddered beneath his touch. He massaged them
gently, kneading them, squeezing, parting them to see a flash of her sex. And his dick jerked again.
He was going to take her like this, slide right into her from behind.
Just one more moment to savor the sight, savor his victory. It would be like gliding into warm
honey&
This time, he was prepared. He reached into his pocket for the foil packet, tearing it open with his
teeth, and then shoved his pants down his hips and rolled the condom onto his shaft.
He took his dick in one hand, positioned it, nudging her slick heat. She shifted her ass, rising a little
bit more, pushing back against him.
And the doorbell rang.
Chapter Ten
 Shit, fuck, crap.
The words pulled Kim out of the sensual stupor she wallowed in. For a few seconds, they didn t
make sense. Jake still straddled her, but after a moment, he dragged himself off, hauled up his pants,
and collapsed on his back, one hand flung over his face.
A bell chimed somewhere in the apartment.
Kim rolled onto her side, then tugged the pillow from under her hips and held it protectively to her
front as she studied him.
 Jake, I think there s someone at the door.
 No kidding? His tone was tinged with disgust.
She peeked down his body. Inside the black pants, he was hard. She could make out the line of his
erection and had to clench her hands at her sides to stop from reaching out and staking a claim. She
wanted that erection.
This might be her last chance because she reckoned the  tomorrow is another day argument would
only work once. And probably not even once if her mind hadn t been turned to mush by Jake s
massage techniques.
He d kissed her ass.
She could still feel the touch of his lips like a brand.
The doorbell chimed again. Perhaps he d ignore it, and whoever it was would go away, and Jake
could finish his massage.
Instead he sat up, swearing under his breath. He peered down at his groin.  Fuck.
Or more likely no fuck. She couldn t believe the disappointment that washed over her.
 You could pretend you didn t hear it, she suggested.
He cast her a disgusted look.  It s my mother.
 What? The word came out as a squeak.
 She has a key. She ll only let herself in if I don t answer.
Shit. He d been kissing her bottom while his mother stood outside only feet away.
He ran a hand through his hair and gave her another disgusted look.  Saved by the bell.
Her lips twitched. He sounded so put out.  How do you know it s your mother?
 Because she arranged it yesterday. She wants to buy Dad a car for his birthday next week, and I
said I d help her.
 That s nice. Not.
Outside, the front door slammed.  Jake!
 Too late.
Kim could hear the murmur of voices. So his mother wasn t alone. Kim had met her a few times
and liked her. But that didn t mean she wanted to go chat with the woman with the feel of her son s
lips still on her bottom.
 Stay here, Jake said, rolling to his feet and picking up the shirt he d taken off her minutes ago. He
put it on, fastening the buttons, ran a hand through his hair. Then he leaned down and gave her a swift
kiss on the lips.
 Well, I m hardly likely to come out there like this, am I?
His gaze ran down over her, and she hugged the pillow to her middle. A smile tugged at the corners
of his lips, but he nodded and turned away.
As soon as the door closed behind him, she leaped to her feet. She grabbed the thong off the floor
and dragged it up over her legs. Her bag and her clothes she found tossed on the chair by the bed. She
tugged the top over her head, but no way did she have the energy to wriggle into those trousers. She
nipped into the bathroom, found a dark-blue towel in the cabinet, and wrapped it around her waist
like a sarong. She only had to get down fourteen floors to her place, so the towel would do. But first,
she had to get out of Jake s apartment, past Jake, and past his mother.
She cracked open the door and peered into the hallway. Voices drifted out from the living room.
She snatched up her bag, picked up her shoes, and tiptoed into the hall. The carpet was soft and deep,
and she made no sound. She got to the door, and she was nearly out of there.
When she tugged at the handle, it didn t budge, and she remembered Jake had a central locking
system. He d locked her in.
A prickle of awareness ran down her spine, and she turned slowly.
 Going somewhere? Jake asked.
Three people stood staring at her with varying expressions. Jake s was bland, showing nothing.
His mother had a small frown on her face, and his sister Abby grinned inanely.
Yeah, she was so funny.
 Nice skirt, Abby said.
 Thank you.
Jake strolled across to loom over her.
 I thought I told you to wait.
 Er& off duty here, Jake. I don t actually have to do what you tell me.
Her gaze flickered to his mother and sister, who both watched with frank amusement now. Great.
 Haven t you got a birthday present to buy? she muttered.
She could see the frustration in his expression. Then he sighed.  Yeah. Go, but I ll come and& see
you when I get back. Be there.
He reached across and punched in the release code, and the door clicked open. Then in front of his
mother and sister, he leaned down and kissed her lingeringly on the lips.  I know you re running
scared, but why don t you consider living dangerously for a change? He kissed her again.  See you
later, sweetheart.
Sweetheart?
She wasn t sweet, and she certainly wasn t anybody s sweetheart.
One thing was for sure. She was going out for the day. No way would she be home when he came
back. She needed time, and she needed space and a brain that functioned. None of which she got when
Jake was close by.
More importantly, she didn t like the way he d ordered her to  be there. He might be her boss, but
this wasn t work. These days, she decided what she wanted to do and where she wanted to do it. No
one else. Never again.
In the end, she showered and changed into another outfit she d bought yesterday. This time, black
jeans and a fitted black T-shirt with  Kiss My Ass across her breasts. Then she yanked it off the
slogan raised too many memories of Jake doing just that and pulled on an old, worn khaki one
instead.
No more stilettos; she wanted to be able to run if the need arose. She shoved her feet into her Doc
Martens, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and was ready to go. She headed into the office, then took
herself down to the shooting range. Shooting things always soothed her; she liked the loud bangs and
the recoil and the hot smell.
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