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  A glimpse of sanity intruded. Perhaps he shouldn’t treat her like a prostitute. She felt incredibly good…but perhaps he should make sure she wasn’t a prostitute.

  He broke from the kiss. “Yes. I live very close. What’s your name?”

  Her panicked look startled him as her whole body stiffened. “No names!”

  “What?”

  She took a deep breath, pushed it out slowly, and melted back into him. “No names,” she repeated softly. “Can’t this just be a private, mutually beneficial evening without an exchange of detailed information?”

  “Sure. Okay. No names. How about if I call you Smith? Or did you want to be Jones?” This was an interesting conundrum. The name he would have given her was Mark Reece. It was the undercover name he used for his current job as a bouncer. He wondered what she was hiding from.

  “Gentleman’s choice.” She grabbed a handful of his ass and brought him close. “I just want to get naked with you. Is that too bold of me?”

  “No. But aren’t you worried? I mean, I am a stranger and all.” And I’m scary looking to some women, but not to you, apparently.

  “Are you going to hurt me?” She flashed a grin and he wanted to eat her up one bite at a time.

  Amused, he said, “No.” He was going to make sweet love to her until they were both sweaty, breathing hard and completely satisfied. “I was about to assure you that I’d never let any harm come to you.”

  “That’s what I thought. Besides, I can take care of myself. Also, I have a good feeling about you, Jones.”

  “What are you basing your feeling on?” He nudged her with his hips, allowing his cock to introduce itself yet again, like the unruly beast hadn’t already been dry humping her for the last several minutes in blatant overture.

  “You smell nice, you have a sense of humor, and you did me a huge favor changing that tire. But mostly, I’ve been a long time without the comfort of a man. I believe you’re worth taking a chance on.” She nudged back and he had to close his eyes a moment. This whole situation smacked of setup.

  Then why wasn’t he getting that tingly feeling in his belly that things weren’t what they seemed?

  Maybe she really was looking for a quick and easy hookup with no strings attached. He shouldn’t let his little head dictate this evening. What was she after? Was this no-names thing a ploy?

  “So are you looking for a new boyfriend or a sugar daddy or something and just reeling me in for a later changeup?”

  Her eyes widened in surprise. “No. I swear. I’m only looking for an anonymous Mr. Right Now, not a forever commitment. I don’t want a permanent fixture in my life, just some sex tonight. Okay?”

  “Good enough, Smith. I live across the street.” He nodded in the direction of his building.

  “Perfect. Let’s go, Jones.”

  Reece couldn’t believe his good fortune. He put her tools and flat tire in her trunk as his blood sang with delectable sexual possibilities. Closing the trunk soundly, he grabbed her hand. He couldn’t decide what to do with her first. Fuck her in the vestibule of his apartment building before she changed her mind? This from the lusty beast in his pants.

  No, not my style. At least find a soft surface. His bed had a very soft surface, and he should taste her first. Tasting her would probably send him over the edge before he even got his cock inside of her body, but what a way to go.

  Yes, he would whisk her up to his apartment and taste her first. Always a popular appetizer to make the rest of the night last longer. Besides, he’d been too long without the comfort of a woman to be good enough his first round through.

  Being undercover for so long gave him limited options with regard to any sort of love life. This arrangement of two sexually deprived people on a path to an anonymous, lust-filled night of passion worked perfectly if he never wanted to see her again.

  Reece inhaled her delectable fragrance once more, glanced at the top of her blonde head and wondered if one night would be enough to quench his already sizable thirst for her.

  ~ ~ ~

  Jessica was about to get laid. Hallelujah! The delicious stranger who had so expertly changed her tire also set off her sexy man pheromone warning system the minute he stepped into sensory range. He was tall and muscular with dark hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He had casual clothing under a nice leather jacket, not like a scruffy biker one. He was a big guy, imposing because of his height, but she didn’t feel the least uncomfortable in his presence. He was engaging, mesmerizing, completely unfamiliar and she was falling in lust with him.

  She watched his hands as he removed the tire from her car and enviously wished those large, square-shaped fingers caressed her body instead of her steel-belted radial. She wanted him to skip the tire change and work on her. Her head had been filled with questions. Would he have sex with her? Was he the one? Wasn’t he already the perfect choice to rid her of her virginal status issues?

  As he worked, she developed a plan. If she could talk this delectable stranger into a quick round of take-me-tonight sex, then when she went back to work on Monday, she’d no longer be a virgin.

  Neil Wiley wouldn’t have any gossip to share about her. Everyone knew she couldn’t tell a lie to save her own life. She’d easily be able to say, “Of course I’m not a virgin.”

  So if Neil tried to embarrass her in front of her co-workers—and he would—she’d be able to laugh it off and say she and Kelli were only joking. She’d tell everyone in range that they’d known Neil listened in on their private conversation and had been winding him up. It would be good to see Neil embarrassed for a change.

  Most importantly, they could even strap her to a lie detector and ask her if she’d ever had sex, to which she could answer truthfully, “Of course I have!” If and only if she got Mr. Delicious to cooperate with her tonight. Her loathsome virginity could be a part of her past within the next hour if she played her cards right.

  She’d stolen that first kiss to make her final decision about this crazy plan, using it as a basis for further action. If he rang her bell with a single kiss—and he had—then she’d follow him to a quiet place and expect that he knew what he was doing sexually. Even if he didn’t and he simply removed her virginity with one single thrust instead of climaxing before he ever got inside of her body, she’d be grateful.

  Filled with optimistic confidence, she planned to remain in bold mode so the sexy stranger wouldn’t know she was a virgin by her wild actions. The more sexually overt she was, the surer she was she could pull this off. In the unlikely event he got out of hand, she could kick his ass. She had training in that arena at least, more than she’d had in the sexual arena, ironically—or maybe sadly—enough.

  She locked up her car and breathed a sigh of relief her service weapon was still hidden in the trunk. She’d stowed it there to go out with Kelli tonight. So, if Mr. Delicious ever didn’t take no for an answer in the coming night, she’d simply kick his ass the old-fashioned way, using her hand-to-hand combat skills.

  Jessica had learned quite a lot from four older brothers before she ever joined the FBI. She’d also been top of her class during her field training, likely because of the previous training with her siblings. Jessica didn’t expect to need these skills. She had a warm feeling about Jones.

  He had a sense of humor, and he’d changed her tire like a knight in shining armor. While she could change a tire as fast as any of her brothers, she usually chose not to. Wisps of her inner girly-girl came out in vehicle-related work projects.

  She was very grateful for his assistance in saving her manicure. Plus, he’d been right. She’d been so wound up and angry about Neil listening in to her private conversation with Kelli earlier that she hadn’t been paying attention to what she was doing. Normally, of course she’d have loosened the bolts before jacking up the car.

  Jones held her hand as they crossed the street and walked half a block or so further to a very nice tall brick apartment building. He put an arm around her and leaned in to kis
s her temple before using the code to open the outer door leading inside. Jessica rested her head on his shoulder a moment before they entered. Do or die. This was the moment of no return. He held the door for her and she entered.

  They walked arm in arm to the elevator in the empty ground-floor vestibule. Inside, they clung to each other. He punched the eighth-floor button before he turned, pushed his face near and planted his mouth on hers. His tongue stroked inside her mouth deeply and passionately as they ascended. The ding of the elevator announced the opening of the doors. The sound broke the elevator sex fantasy she was having as she wrapped herself around his body seductively and pressed him into the corner of the small space.

  He held her close, stepped into the hallway and said, “I want you to understand one thing before we enter my apartment.” He paused. “I’ll never get a housekeeper of the year award.” She laughed because she’d been expecting him to say something honorable about his intentions once they crossed the threshold of his domain.

  He smiled wolfishly, negating any fear of honorable intentions as he approached a door on the right. He unlocked it with a key from his front pocket. She couldn’t help but notice his erection hadn’t subsided and smiled inwardly. He ushered her inside a fairly neat space. It had bachelor written all over it, but it didn’t matter because she wasn’t here for the decor.

  “Listen, Smith. One other thing I want you to know is—”

  “That you don’t usually do this. Yeah, me either, but you are simply irresistible.” Jessica stepped closer and inhaled deeply. The smell of him calmed her at the same time it sent zinging snaps of arousal to every erogenous zone she possessed.

  He laughed. “I rarely have beautiful women proposition me. Except at where I work and you should know that I always turn work-related offers down. I’m glad I excluded you from my turn-down pile tonight.” He reached out to touch her face.

  She stepped back, resolutely avoiding his caress. “No names, no job descriptions. I need this to be anonymous, or I’m out of here and headed back to my car with the newly changed tire, thank you very much.”

  He put both hands up in surrender. “I get it. Anonymous. No worries.” He moved back in, all sexy man and dangerous looks. His large, talented hands wrapped around either side of her waist. But he just stared at her.

  She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him to get things going. The mechanics, she understood, but not the seduction along the way. Her experience was severely lacking in many areas beyond the physical act itself, she decided quickly. She hoped Jones would not require her to know too much because she didn’t know much. Except that he sincerely made her want to peel her clothes off and dance naked.

  Jones wrapped his strong arms around her, then slid his mouth over hers, hypnotically stroking his tongue through her lips and over every surface inside her mouth as if cataloging the interior for future reference.

  He slipped a hand down to her ass, cupped one cheek and pulled her closer to the very impressive bulge in his pants. She pushed a hand down between them to stroke the front of his jeans to determine if he stuffed anything down his boxers to make himself look bigger.

  Jones felt humongous against her belly.

  He growled when she grabbed his cock and squeezed, discovering it was all him with no sock filler whatsoever. Excellent. Jones had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in whatever locker rooms he frequented and this would be great for her.

  One small, panicked thought registered. In order to accomplish her goal, his large cock was going to have to fit inside her virgin territory…some way, some how. Perhaps that would work in her favor to keep him from realizing she was untried in this arena. As big as he was, surly most women were a tight fit.

  The thought simultaneously thrilled and concerned her, but she wanted him. The sexual vision of coupling with him sent a rush of moisture into her panties, making her shiver in delight.

  Jones absorbed her trembling and danced them still kissing, stroking and clinging to each other across the floor towards an open door. She hesitated at the entryway of the dark room and broke the sultry, tonsil-licking kiss to contemplate what she was about to finally carry out.

  Do or die, now or never, this she knew was her absolute final chance to stop and reconsider.

  “Smith?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her collarbone. “Having second thoughts?”

  “Maybe,” she said, gazing at his fine body and handsome face.

  His lust-filled expression shifted to hers with concern, then softened. “Anything I can do to put your fears to rest and convince you to proceed?”

  She looked into his very intent gaze. “Tell me again that you won’t expect this to continue after tonight.”

  He cleared his throat. “What if we’re so good together you want to continue, Smith? Don’t you want to leave your options open?” His lips brushed her temple.

  “No. I don’t. No options. No names. No job descriptions. Just an anonymous one-night stand to scratch an aggressive itch. Promise me that’s all this is for you.”

  Jones leaned in closer. His breath caressed her ear when he said, “I won’t expect this to continue. I’ll be grateful to get my itch scratched, I promise.”

  “Okay then.” Jessica took a giant mental step and crossed the boundary to her untried wicked side. She allowed him to lead her by the hand into his bedroom.

  The space was large, as was the bed, which was made up neatly despite his warning about the lack of housekeeping. It was a foolish reason to relax her guard, but she did. He left her to turn on a lamp by the bed. He pulled the covers halfway down to expose the sheets. Low light filtered through the shade as he turned and approached her again.

  Her apprehension had to be visible as she fought with the last vestiges of her overprotective conscious regarding her imminent actions. She was going to get laid. Finally. She kicked her good intentions to the curb and placed her hands at his waist to draw him closer for another kiss.

  Slowly they undressed each other, kissing passionately as each article of clothing was removed and dropped to the floor. Once she was down to her bra and panties her desire to get on with this act increased tenfold. It was going to happen. She was going to have sex. She suppressed the urge to squeal like a teen girl at a boy band concert.

  Jones leaned down to slide his jeans off his legs and kissed her belly near the skimpy line of her panties. And then he did it again while removing his underwear. A totally naked and very aroused man stood before her.

  She noted the unbound size of his cock now fully engorged and ready to play, with her, on this momentous night. She shivered again in anticipation.

  Tonight she would lose her annoying virginity to a gorgeous, delicious and very well-hung stranger. Fabulous fate had smiled on her after all.

  Without warning, Jones dropped to his knees and planted a juicy kiss below her navel. His mouth trailed downward until she felt him lick her through her moistened panties. She sucked in a surprised breath and uttered a small scream of excitement.

  Was she truly really ready for this?

  Chapter Two

  “What are you doing?”

  Her panicked tone surprised him.

  Reece stopped. He’d shucked off his pants and boxers and knelt before her to pull her sexy little panties off with his teeth. He licked her once, guessing at the location of her clit. By the way she jumped and shrieked, he thought he’d hit it dead on.

  “Undressing you.” He hooked two fingers in the string bikini panties at the sides of her hips. He slowly pulled her underwear down, revealing she was a natural blonde and that she smelled fantastic. He leaned in for another lick now that she was displayed before him and he definitely hit the target this time.

  “Oh!” She moved back half a step, but her hands went to his head as if to steady herself. “I didn’t expect…”

  Reece looked up her gorgeous body at her lust-glazed eyes. “The thing is, Smith, it’s been a long time since any woman has talked me into th
is, so I’m ashamed to say I’m pretty sure I’m going to last about three strokes before I climax the first time. That is if I don’t come on your leg after fully tasting you. But I promise the second time I’ll last much longer.”

  “The second time?”

  He sent her a grin. “Yeah.”

  She exhaled and nodded. “Okay.”

  “And the third time will be even longer than the second.”

  “Three times?” she scoffed. “Now you’re just bragging.”

  He laughed. “You’ll see.” He stood and pushed her gently towards his bed. He popped open the front enclosure of her bra, which seemed to startle her. He peeled it off and promptly licked one peach-colored nipple, the taste of which delighted him.

  She inhaled deeply and her hands landed on his shoulders. Her nails pierced his skin deliciously as he ran his thumb across the other nipple while he suckled her. He released the first delectable peak and kissed his way between her breasts to capture the other one for a taste.

  Her breathy little cries of pleasure were seriously making him anxious to move things along. He sensed that Smith was skittish. It was likely her first time with a stranger, even though she exuded pure bravado. For his own capabilities, Reece needed to slow things down for their first time together. He pressed on her shoulders until she sat on the edge of the bed, then spread her knees apart and knelt before her again.

  Putting a hand under each thigh, he leaned in and pushed his face between her legs to get a better taste of the candy he’d sampled before. Her response to his tongue was an inarticulate noise of pleasure, which made his balls tighten. God in heaven, she tasted good. She eased her upper body back slowly onto the bed, giving him better access.

  He licked her once more then planted his mouth below, sucking her nub between his lips. Miss Smith was very responsive. She moaned and writhed with every stroke of his tongue. Her fingertips grazed the back of his head, pulling him closer. He slid two fingers into her tight, slick passage as his other hand found and cupped her breast, his fingertips brushing back and forth over her hardened nipple.