She hissed behind clenched teeth when he pinned back those strong, wide shoulders and looked down at her from beneath hooded eyes. He crossed his arms which pulled the white material of his shirt tight across deliciously defined muscle. He’d lost the suit jacket and tie at some point in the day and she enjoyed the view.

  Shirt sleeves were peeled back to reveal thick forearms and his tailored pants fit snugly over firm thighs she remembered all too well.

  Swirls of black ink blazed up the length of both arms and caught her eye in the dimmed lighting. Those she didn’t remember. A nice, sexy touch, she thought.

  She stepped into his space, and much to her relief, he didn’t seem to mind. He reached for her and rested his hands on her hips right below the band of her skirt. He rubbed small circles over the small patch of skin between the edge of her shirt and the top of her skirt.

  Despite fighting for a straight face, she knew he could see into her eyes. He always had.

  His expression morphed from confused to one of amusement. “What are you playing at? I spent a good forty-five minutes waiting⁠—”

  Her clipped words cut him off. “I know. Sorry I didn’t make it to the restaurant. But you know what I don’t know?” No use in cutting corners and beating around the truth. She pressed a pink-tipped finger into his chest. “The level of cockiness it must take for a man to rename a town after himself.”

  Realization slowly took hold.

  He jerked his gaze over her shoulder to land on the table where his plans used to be.

  That amusement she’d seen on his face moments ago vanished. In its place was the cold, calculating billionaire. This version of Whiskey she didn’t know so well and she faltered a little as he stalked forward, pushing her back until her ass bumped into the large table.

  “Where are my plans, Genevieve?” he asked in a low, warning tone, cupping her jaw. The velvety-soft sound rolled through her and played with her senses. “Tell me or I’ll find another way to get the truth out of you.”

  Dare she hope?

  She gave a single shoulder shrug, leaning back a little to raise her gaze to his. He towered over her a good half of a foot, but she never let the big guys win by size alone so she held her ground. To keep from laughing, she pulled the corner of her lip between her teeth. “They might be out for a midnight stroll until I get what I want. And you can do your worst. I’m not saying another word.”

  He didn’t seem to like her answer all that much. Or, maybe he did. The massive bulge in his pants and the grim look on his face gave off mixed signals she couldn’t quite figure out.

  “That’s your final answer then?” he asked innocently.

  Skeptical, she nodded slowly.

  “Then it seems to me since this table isn’t being used anymore, we might as well put it to another good use, right? That’s what you’re here for, aren’t you?”

  He traced the lines of her stomach with the tip of his fingers before lifting the edge of her shirt and easing his hand around her waist.

  All that skin on skin sent a wave of heat through her and she couldn’t hold back a gasp of excitement.

  He winked and it was as though he had strings attached to places that hadn’t been touched by the man she used to love since forever.

  “Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to get what you came for. I never like to disappoint.”

  With a yelp from her, he hoisted her on top of the table. Pinning her bare legs wide he moved between them. One tug had her ass at the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around his waist.

  “You really think of me as arrogant, huh? Kettle and pot are back together, I see.”

  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see he meant she was just as arrogant. Not that she agreed with his observations. He practically patented the whole damn concept.

  He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her in until she could feel the warm air of his words against her lips. “You want to know how much arrogance it takes to want something so badly you can taste it?”

  As he spoke, he stroked his thumb over the pulse point in her neck. “I’d say about as much as it takes for a nosy, devilishly beautiful reporter to waltz into my office and steal my plans, lie about it to my face and then kiss me.”

  Her brow scrunched. “Kiss? But I didn’t⁠—”

  His lips crashed into hers. With his hand at the back of her head, she had little else to do but kiss him back. It’s easy to lose focus when a dominant man like Whiskey demanded so much from a single kiss. He never did do anything half-assed and that included kissing.

  Soul-searing, all-consuming and possessive. She fell into the vortex of desire easily and let him take over. He stroked the tip of his tongue over the seam of her lips and she opened willingly.

  With all the jerking movements, her skirt rode high around her thighs. Through the thin strip of her panties, she could almost feel the pulsing veins of his rock-hard shaft. Her walls clenched and hot liquid spilled to soak her panties. No doubt his slacks were wet now, too.

  He groaned when she flexed and rolled her hips causing the hard ridge of his shaft to press against the seam of her vagina. Her wet folds swelled with the need to feel him deep inside her. “Whiskey, I…I.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  He grunted a deep, masculine sound that stroked along areas she wished were immune to the arrogant bastard but the evidence wetting them both told another story. One that had her cheeks flaming red when he slipped a hand over her thigh and under the edge of her panties.

  “Soaked through. My baby is hungry for her dick.” He groaned into her ear as he dragged a thick finger through her folds.

  She sucked back air. Now there was no turning back. He knew she wanted him.

  Seemingly armed with this new knowledge, he peered down at her and grinned. Suddenly she didn’t want to see him naked and tied up to a metal chair in the middle of the town’s square. In fact, she wanted to see those lips doing all kinds of dirty, filthy things to her body. Right here, right now.

  With one tug her shirt was on the floor, leaving only a bra, her skirt now around her waist and a pair of heels.

  “It looks like my bad girl needs a good fucking,” he purred close to her ear.

  “Whiskey, please,” she begged but he was already kissing his way down her heated body.

  He pulled the silk of her bra under her breasts pushing the ample flesh higher. Berry nipples stood out, hard and ready for him. Apparently, he was a little more than hungry.

  His wicked tongue worked over her skin and she can’t’ get enough. He drew pleasure from her with every little thing he did.

  She shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be spread out half-naked on her enemy’s table, but she can’t help it. Jesus help her, it might be wrong but it felt so damn good.

  He moaned around one nipple, sucking the tip into his hot mouth, flicking the end. With a loud, wet pop he released and moved to the next, giving her the same sweet torture all over again.

  With a hand on her shoulder, he pushed her back until she was sprawled out like a feast for him. She heard and felt more than saw her black panties being ripped away.

  Whiskey dropped to his knees, dragging his tongue through her pussy, swirling the tip over her clit, making her legs tremble from the burst of sensations overloading her starved body.

  With a powerful grip he palmed her ass cheeks, spreading her wide open for him. Her heart raced and she cried out when the tip of his tongue slipped into her tight hole. His grip tightened and his thumbs peeled back her folds, giving him more access to all of her. He licked, nibbled and sucked until every cell in her body vibrated with the need to climax.

  “Whiskey,” she begged. “Fuck me. I need to feel you in me. Now! Please!”

  He pushed to his feet, her juices coating his lips. “My sweet baby, damn, I’ve missed you. Now spread those beautiful thighs a little more for me and let me show you how much.”

  The hiss of his zipper sent chills over her body. His swollen, furious cock slipped out as he pulled back his pants and dragged the band of his boxers under the heavy weight of his cum-filled balls.

  Drops of cum spilled from the fat head to wet his hand and she moaned for a taste.

  His dark gaze met hers. “Don’t worry, baby, I see the hunger in your eyes and I’ll release my cum in that sweet mouth soon, but right now your dripping wet pussy is hungrier for my cock and I can’t leave her in need.”

  His words caused her to tremble.

  He dropped his gaze to her wet slit, but the raging lust in his words stayed with her.

  Her head fell back and she arched into his touch. He gripped her hips and dragged her closer still. “Come here, sweetheart,” he growled, pumping his cock with long strokes. The low, gruffly whispered words made her feel dirty and naughty. She’ll never be able to look at Town Hall the same way again.

  Anticipation welled inside her. “Yes, God, yes! I want you, all of you.”

  Poised to sink into her, something had him hesitating.

  Pushing to her elbows she reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around his thick, heavy length. Stroking a thumb over the head she gathered his cum and brought it to her folds, swirling the sticky, white liquid over her clit. “I’m on the pill. Now fuck me, Whiskey. I want you hard and fast.” Using her heels, she closed the last inch between them.

  “Be careful what you wish for,” he warned, parting her fold with one hand and guiding his fat cock head to her eager pussy with the other.

  He slipped into her tight cunt forcing a moan from her lips. “Mm.”

  “Sit up and watch, sweetheart. I’m going to make you mine again.”

  “Oh, God,” she groaned as her body accepted his shaft.

  Sexiest thing ever.

  With that, he rolled his hips and sank in every last inch unto he was balls deep. Her velvety channel stretching around his thickness. She arched, giving him deeper access.

  “Tight and juicy. Squeeze me, baby, and give me all those juices. I want to feel them soaking my dick and balls.”

  He pulled out and drove back in, making her cry out with pleasure.

  Spread open she knew he could see her body take every inch of his thick cock. With one hand he took over stroking her clit as he used the other to push between her ass cheeks. Using her juices and the pad of his thumb, he stroked over her back entrance.

  She leaned back on the table pulling and pinching her nipples, rocking her hips to meet every single thrust.

  Heat flushed every inch of her body and her walls clenched, juices slipped out and the sound of her sticky wetness filled the night.

  He groaned a husky, deep sound and her eyes fell to his. “Such a good, dirty girl. That’s it, take all of my cock. Milk me.”

  He pulled her up and cradled her close, her legs wrapped around him and he pounded every inch of his long, thick cock into her over and over. Every thrust downward rubbed against her clit and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she fell into another orgasm.

  She was close and the feel of Whiskey’s hands gripping her ass, working the plump flesh had her core on fire. She tightened her legs around his waist and rode his cock.

  “Ride me just like that, sweetheart,” he commanded.

  He slipped a hand between them and using his thumb he stroked her clit. Her pussy clenched and she could feel him swelling inside her. “Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he groaned, fucking her harder, faster.

  Fire raged and the burn of her release ignited.

  “Whiskey,” she screamed his name, her release roaring through her.

  Her pussy clenched around his cock and suddenly Whiskey tensed, his body flexing and tightening under her touch.

  Flames rolled through her as her orgasm hit. Whiskey must have found his release at the same time because his head rolled back and he roared. Hot ropes of cum spilled into her and she rolled her hips, feeling the white, sticky mess of his cum mix with hers.

  She leaned into him and wrapped her arms and legs around him, utterly spent. He eased her back on the table and murmured in her ear, “Your pussy is nowhere near as sweet as I remember. She’s impossibly sweeter, baby.”

  Exhausted, she leaned her head against his shoulder and tried to slow her breathing but it was slow going. Still buried inside her, he stroked her back with one hand as he buried his other in her hair.

  Gently he laid her back, his hands and eyes worshiping her body still. He teased her puckered nipples, gliding down the dip of her waist with soft caresses. “If you only knew what you did to me. I could lavish that beautiful pussy all night long.”

  He gathered her legs and wrapped them around his waist again. She could feel him growing harder by the second. He moved, pulling out until only the head of his cock teased her entrance. Cum dripped to wet her ass and thighs, leaving her sticky with their shared release.

  She grinned, leaning back on her elbows, looking down at their joined bodies. “I think I might have a good idea of what I do to you.” She flexed around his cock.

  He gave her an arrogant smile that bordered on devious. The heat of his body warmed her as he leaned in, driving deeper into her so he could suck on a candy-hard nipple like a greedy man wanting his dessert.

  He released her, dragging his warm tongue over the tip making it impossibly harder. “About my blueprints?” he began innocently.

  She smiled, planting her heels into his ass, pulling him closer, deeper. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked and teased the other nipple before turning back to the first. Jesus help her, the man remembered all her sweet spots, she’d give him that.

  Whiskey naked with his shaft hard and ready was enough to addle any brain.

  She tore her gaze off the white cum dripping from the slit of his shaft as he pulled out and spilled more milk over her clit. “Blueprints?” she shook her head. “Oh, no. Not that easy, cowboy. Just because you made me cum doesn’t mean you get to sweet talk me.”

  “That should count for something, no?” Still pinning her to the table with his weight, legs spread, he kissed his way down, tasting every inch of exposed skin.

  Jesus help her. She had to be stronger than the power of a Whiskey-induced climax. But she feared she may never be that strong. Still, she had to try.

  She gasped, immediately burying her hands in his hair. “Whiskey,” she begged, pressing her thighs together. Panting and torn between letting him have his way with her again or getting the hell out of dodge, she forced herself to take option two before it was too late.

  She held a hand up to keep the hungry wolf at bay as she scooted off the table. His shirt hung open to reveal his smooth taut chest. “Tell you what. You either meet me at Blossoms tomorrow morning and help me set up for the flower show, reconnect with the town you used to love⁠—”

  “Or?” he cut in, starring at her with a lust-heated gaze that said he was fighting the urge to throw her over his shoulder and carry her off to fuck her into submission.

  Not a half-bad idea at any other time.

  She took a calming breath. Thank God no one could read her thoughts.

  She fixed her bra and found her shirt. Slipping it on a devilish smile spread across her face. Her eyes darted south to see him stuffing an angry, hard cock back into black, silk boxers.

  She harrumphed. “Or? You have very little choice here, Whiskey. Because if you don’t, I will take all those plans of yours and publish them far and wide for every Pinegrove citizen to see. I don’t think your board members would like that. Might make tearing down the old building I’m in not go over as easy as you would like. Then there’s the little detail about the amusement park.”

  His brows shot up as he stood there making no effort in covering his deliciously tanned skin from her view.

  “Yeah I saw those too, and if you want them back, along with all the digital copies I have on my phone, you’ll be a good boy and do as you’re told.” She grabbed her phone off the table where she absent-mindedly left it.

  He looked on, his lips peeled back into a tight, hungry grin. For a fraction of a second the dark, inner wolf that kept the man at the top of the food chain showed himself. She would be wise to remember he was no longer a boy but a very powerful man.

  “Why you dirty little blackmailer,” he husked in a low timbre that skated over her as his touch had only moments ago.

  She cocked a half grin. “Really? Me dirty?” She shrugged. “Maybe. But did you expect anything different from me?” she teased, slipping away from him before he could grab her.

  She put several feet between them, but not for a second did she believe he couldn’t catch her. “Call me what you like, at least I’m a sweet one from the way you ravaged me.” Despite her better judgment she retraced her steps, reached up and using the back of her thumb brushed off a coating of her juices from his chin.

  He grunted. “Hmm. You tell me.” He buried his hands in her hair and claimed her mouth with a possessive kiss. Teasing her mouth open, he plunged his tongue in when she gasped her surprise. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking her tongue between his lips like she was his sweet treat making her groan into his greedy mouth.

  Panting, she pulled back and tried pushing him away with a hand to his chest. With his shirt hanging open and his well-defined abs and pecs on full display, it was hard to walk away from the possessive man she’d watched claim her body. She’d already veered off course by fucking him on his desk. Giving in for another round would be too much and her plan would backfire.

  “I’m leaving, but don’t forget what I said.” She straightened her hair as he hooked his belt. Damn, he looked mighty fine with his hair ruffled, newly pleasured with the scent of her all over him.

  She raised to her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Or I hit send and everyone finds out about your Morgan City secret project, too.” She was by the office door, knob in hand by the time he stopped chuckling.

  “Run little girl. You want to play? That’s fine, have it your way. For now.” The rumbled of his deep voice almost lured her back under his spell. Almost.

  “Oh, I always do. Until tomorrow, Whiskey.” She wiggled her phone in the air. “Don’t be late.”