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“Watch.”

When he rested his chin on her shoulder, she held her breath. He tapped the screen and brought up the camera feature. Each picture he’d snapped moments ago made its way to the trashcan icon. Once he finished there, he scrolled through his sent text messages and emails. It was a moment before she realized why he went so far.

“Thank you.” Her voice wobbled so badly, she cleared her throat. “Thanks.”

“I should have thought to ask your permission beforehand. So who took pictures before me?”

She stiffened. “My ex. He recorded us one night, then tried to sell the movie online.”

He shifted until she faced him. “And you thought I was going to do the same thing?”

She nodded.

Zach smoothed her hair from her face. “I don’t share and that means exactly that. What we do, wherever we are remains between us. No Internet, no third parties, and from now on no cameras. Just you and me. Next time, don’t walk away. Tell me what’s bothering you. Otherwise, I can’t fix it.” He held her gaze. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And I’m sorry for taking your picture without asking your permission. It’s been a really long time since I’ve had a woman who obviously enjoyed giving me head. I just wanted to capture the moment.” He dropped a kiss on her upturned mouth, his hands sliding beneath the cotton of the shirt to swipe his thumbs across her nipples.

Fire danced through her bloodstream. She tilted her head as his lips grazed her throat and she moaned.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he whispered against her ear.

She glanced down and he had worked her out of everything but his dress shirt. He held her breasts in his hands and dipped his head to draw one peak into his mouth.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He lifted her and settled her over his cock.

She dropped her mouth to his while giving herself over to the sensation he created, allowing each shuddering stroke to give her the sexual comfort she craved.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

You can run
, flashed across the screen and apprehension slid down his spine. Zach scrolled through the message, which included a photo of him dancing with Trish, and tried not to shudder when he reached the bottom.
I will find you
. He finally deleted the missive, wishing he could erase the threat just as easily. Someone photographed them in the club last night.  How could he have let this happen? Were they followed? Apprehension kicked at cold fear. Bringing her to a hotel rather than his condo seemed smart, at the time. Now he wasn’t certain.

Why couldn’t he have one night away from this madness? Guilt left an uncomfortable wiggle in the pit of his stomach. The last thing he wanted was to see her harmed, especially by someone intent on hurting him.

But he couldn’t fight what he couldn’t see. That was probably the most frustrating thing about the entire experience. He had no idea who was sending these little notes. At first he believed they were someone’s idea of a joke, until he found several of the vehicles he owned vandalized. Then a video of him arriving to work appeared in his email. The digitally generated voiceover promised more, unless he acknowledged the error of his ways. Leaning against the wall, he dragged agitated fingers through his hair. He would gladly shout the infraction from the rooftops, if he knew the offense, but whatever crimes he’d committed he’d paid for a very long time ago. Yet someone was bent on exacting a pound of flesh.

Now his stalker had shifted his focus to Trisha. He crossed the room to lean against the doorframe of the bedroom, to assure him she was still safe.

The sheets were tangled and threaded through her limbs, hinting at her rich curves. Each rise and fall of her breasts teased him with ample cleavage.  Her long curly cinnamon-colored hair graced the white pillowcase almost like a design. She shifted in the bed, the sheet dipping to uncover a dusky areola, the semi-erect nipple beckoning him. He shifted his arousal. Last night had been incredible and one he wanted to repeat.

The last thing Zach expected was the incredible night they shared. He’d often dreamed of Trisha’s voluptuous body, but to hear her voice what she wanted from him left him aching.  Since her divorce, she’d always seemed to keep him at a distance. He thought it had something to do with him being a client of hers and not wanting to mix business with pleasure. Or someone else.

The momentary stab of jealousy made him grit his teeth. He did not like the raw emotion crawling through his belly, not when he already thought of her as his. He crossed to the bed and eased onto the mattress. She didn’t stir. A faint smile creased his lips. Just as well, it gave him more time to study her beauty.

He couldn’t believe she’d agreed to his plans. Well, it had taken a bit of coaxing, but all he wanted to do was get her alone. And what better opportunity than dancing. A dance floor provided the perfect opportunity to hold her close, and maybe even get her somewhere secluded where he could seduce her, dive into all those tempting curves, and show her what she’d been missing. And he knew she was missing something. He’d seen the hunger and bridled passion in her eyes. He longed to be the one to release her inhibitions. On some level he wished he’d driven the hour back to his place. But he thought a weekend on neutral territory would’ve given them a reprieve, at least until he found a note shoved under the door. He hadn’t left the room all night, so how had his stalker found him?

He lifted a curl from her cheek and swept the pad of his thumb against her lips. She’d shocked him with her question. Hell, it wasn’t even a question. More like a declaration or a challenge, and she was definitely worth the challenge.

A pang of guilt pricked his conscience. He should tell her the truth. She deserved the truth. He sighed. How was he supposed to tell her about his past when he was still unsure of their future? And he wanted a future with her. One night would not be enough.

He stared into her face. A thick fringe of lashes rested against her cheeks, a smattering of freckles added to her charm, and he swept a thumb across the satin of her skin. She wouldn’t like what he said, because the truth went deeper than even he wanted to admit. He knew she was in danger...because of him, but he couldn’t tell her that, at least not until he could find the threat and eliminate it.  Telling her meant destroying everything he’d built in the last few months.

He ran a light caress down her body. She moaned, snuggling closer, and he smiled, his cock hardening at the soft sound. He wanted to try so many more things with her and wondered if she would still beg for more. Next time he would definitely tie her up and see how long it took to drive her wild. He smiled. The thought had possibilities.

A light knock at the door drew his attention. He tensed. Hopefully it wasn’t his stalker.

Zach hurried to the door and peered out the peephole. A uniformed woman stood on the other side, and a cloth-covered cart was also visible. He relaxed. Breakfast was here.

****

Sun streamed through the open drapes. The scent of bacon and vanilla tickled Trisha’s nose. She groaned, rolled to her back and tossed an arm over her eyes. The man had stamina. She stretched, her body deliciously sore in all the right spots. She got what she wanted from Zach, an amazing mind-blowing orgasm, but there was so much more they needed to discuss.

“If you keep lying in the bed, I may be forced to take advantage of you.” Zach’s deep voice drifted over and wound around her heart.

“Do you ever tire?”

“Not where you’re concerned.”

She lowered her arm and stared into gray eyes tempered with desire and something she couldn’t quite decipher. “What’s that look?”

“What look?”

“Like there’s something you should tell me, but aren’t.”

Zach sat on the bed. “Oh just thinking about the rest of the weekend. I’m not sure if the next few days will be enough.” He spread her hair against the pillow. “You are just so damn sexy.”

Warm pleasure washed through her and she hugged the emotion close. “And here I thought you only wanted me for my mind,” she teased.

He chuckled. “Oh make no mistake I want your body too.”

“Even the way you look at me.” She closed her eyes, tears seeped beneath her lashes, and she drew an unsteady breath. “It’s been a really long time since a man has looked at me the way you do.”

The heat of his palm caressed her cheek as his thumb smoothed away her tears.  He circled her wrist. She opened her eyes when something thin touched her skin. She stared at the bracelet, dumbfounded. Had he been planning this all along or was this a spur of the moment thing? She loved jewelry, but this—whatever this was, was just a little too much. Drawing an unsteady breath she sat up and tucked the sheet around her breasts.

“You don’t like it?”

“I do.” She laid a palm against his cheek, day old stubble pricking her skin.

His eyes searched hers. “But?”

“I just…I don’t know what to say.”

He swept the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip, sending tiny wisps of desire through her veins.

“How about thank you?”

A smile curved her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Still he stared at her, almost as if he was trying to decipher her thoughts. She held her breath, not daring to hope that he could be everything she’d ever wanted. Finally he broke contact, only to drift a scorching glance over her.

“Now that we have that settled.”

She giggled as tension ebbed from her shoulders. For a second she feared he wouldn’t understand and now that he did...what now? “What did you have in mind for today?”

He tilted his head to the side, before glancing at his watch. “Have you ever been to Greenfield Village?” He ran a light hand over her thigh and she shook her head. “Good. They’ve got a few shows beginning in a couple of hours. Which will be just enough time to shower and take in the sights.”

She tucked a curl behind her ear, then fingered the diamonds and sapphires in the white gold setting. “I-I don’t have any clothes.”

He tossed a garment bag on the bed. “I took the liberty.”

She unzipped the bag. “You didn’t have to buy...ohmigosh!” She pulled out the pale blue print sundress. The scooped neck bodice gathered below the breasts before flowing into a long floaty skirt. “This is beautiful.”

“Thank you, and I want to see you wearing it before we leave, but first.” He removed the dress from her fingers and tugged her to her feet. “I want to see you all slippery and wet.”

****

Zach crowded her as she fumbled the key in the lock. They’d had to swing by her house to retrieve her epi-pen. The last thing she wanted to do was get stung by a bee and go into anaphylactic shock.

“I can’t think when you do that.” She giggled as his lips grazed her neck.

He grasped the key from her hand and twisted the knob. “You entice me so much.”

She grinned and followed him into the house. If nothing else she could get used to the attention. “Do I now?”

He faced her then, the lust in his eyes sliding over her like a caress. She stood, captivated by the desire she read in his irises. Something warm and unfamiliar tugged at her heart.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said pushing her against the wall and ravishing her mouth. “We’ve got a little time before we miss anything.”

His phone tickled her breast. She pulled away. “Maybe not.”

“I’m willing to risk speeding.” He curled a lock of her hair around his finger.

Tiny flashes of heat danced through her veins and sparked her own desire. Her panties were already damp and one more time before they left should be enough to burn out her passion for him, shouldn’t it? When his lips grazed her throat, she moaned.

“We’re going to be late.”

“Then say yes.”

He inched her skirt up, his hand squeezing her thigh as his knee nudged her legs apart. He pushed her panties aside, and she shuddered when he flicked a finger across her clit.

She was cresting over the first hill by the time she realized what he was doing.

“Say yes,” he murmured against her throat.

“Yes.” She arched against his hand, her climax crashing over her.

“Mmm. So hot. Reach in my pocket and grab a condom, sweetheart.”

With trembling fingers she did what he asked and fished out the foil square. A rip, a snap and he nudged her legs wider, stroking his cock against her entrance.

“I still have to get my pen and you’re not helping.” She gasped as he plunged into her.

“Barely.”

He held her hips as he pumped into her, hard and fast. Trisha gripped his shoulders, each stroke sending jolt after jolt through her body. Tension coiled tightly, he was pushing her closer and closer to a release.

“That’s it, baby, come for me again.”

He was so big and so thick, he touched all the right spots each time he entered and withdrew. He was so powerful, and he made her feel so good. Her pussy clenched around his cock, spasming against the hard thrusts until he cried out, his hips slowing.

His lips were soft on hers as he left her body, his fingers tunneling through her hair, holding her in place for his kiss when she would have pulled away. “Bathroom?” he murmured against her lips.

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