They broke the kiss only when they were starving for air. Sam looked down at her, the golden glints in his eyes reminding her of dancing fire.

  “Last chance to change your mind,” he told her.

  She just shook her head and closed her hand around his rigid penis.

  “Then let’s get you out of these clothes.” His voice had gone husky. “I think one of us is overdressed.”

  Chapter 2

  Misa lifted her arms so Sam could pull her thin sweater over her head. His gaze fastened on her bra and the hard nipples poking against the satin fabric. Without a word he lowered his head and closed his mouth around one of them, biting gently before tugging it into his mouth. She moaned as heat streaked through her right to her cunt. Her panties were so wet she could feel the moisture on the inside of her thighs. The more he sucked on her nipple the wetter she got. When he turned his attention to her other nipple she slid her hands between them and squeezed his cock convulsively. A harsh animalistic sound burst from his throat.

  His nimble fingers unfastened her bra and he peeled it from her body before turning his attention to her slacks. Even as he unfastened the button and lowered the zipper he returned his mouth to her nipples, licking them and tracing the edges of her aureoles.

  Reluctantly she released his shaft and clutched the hard muscles of his arms for support. Toeing off her shoes she kicked away the fabric that pooled at her feet. With his large hands beneath her ass he lifted her so her mouth was even with his again.

  “Put your legs around me,” he ordered in a soft voice.

  Misa wrapped them around his waist, his cock pressing against her pussy, her entire body fairly vibrating with need. The thick rod rubbed against her clit as he walked them out of the living room, sending white-hot shafts of electricity zinging through her.

  They moved, in that position, down a very short hall and into his bedroom. Late afternoon sun slanting in through the window cast a glow on the huge bed that dominated the room. A bed she wanted to dive into with him. Yanking back the covers he lowered her carefully onto smooth sheets, his arms bearing her weight and the picture flashed briefly across her mind of him in full turnout gear carrying the baby securely but gently. Rather than dampening her passion the memory ramped it up.

  So many of her friends thought an alpha male was defined only by his strength. For Misa a man was defined as much by his gentleness and his caring, as his power. And Sam apparently had both.

  When he had her arranged on her back to his satisfaction, he stretched out beside her, the heat from his body singeing her skin. Holding her arms over her head with the fingers of one hand clamped around both wrists, he used the other hand to caress her body. He moved slowly over her curves as if memorizing every inch of her with his fingers.

  His touch was gentle and arousing at the same time as he circled the taut buds of her nipples, he followed a line between her aching breasts and traced the furled flesh of her navel. He seemed to take forever to move his touch lower until he reached the curls covering her mound. With infinite care he brushed over them lightly before dipping a finger into her wet slit and tracing it from top to bottom.

  Ohmigod!

  Misa shivered at the delicious feeling stealing over her and hitched her hips toward him.

  Touch me more. Put your fingers inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

  The words chanted so loudly in her head she was afraid Sam would hear them.

  His laugh was low and rough. “I know what you want, sweet thing, and you’ll definitely get it. Have patience.”

  But she didn’t want to be patient. She wanted it now. Right now. She moaned her displeasure.

  Sam laughed again, knelt between her thighs and placed his mouth directly over her clit.

  Oh, sweet Jesus!

  Misa nearly bucked off the bed. His tongue was like a hot flame touching every one of her sensitive nerves, driving the threads of fire through her body. Every muscle in her pussy responded, contracting with hungry need.

  Sam gently peeled open her cunt lips and licked every inch of her flesh. Every few moments he turned his attention back to her clit, nibbling and sucking on it, and tugging it with his teeth. Each time she jerked her hips at him, silently begging him to take her, fuck her, drive her into that waiting orgasm.

  At last—at last—he plunged his tongue inside her, taking her clit between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and tormenting it as he fucked her with his tongue. In and out, in and out. She managed to wrap her legs around his neck and tighten him to her body, rocking against his tongue as he lapped at her heated channel.

  It was only moments before a climax roared through her, grabbing her like a giant fist and shaking her until she shuddered. She bucked against his mouth, quaking with each tremor, cries of pleasure escaping her mouth. She squeezed her inner muscles against his tongue. Until the last spasm subsided and she lay limp and spent beneath him.

  Sam moved back up her body and kissed her thoroughly, her taste still sharp on his tongue. Even as she struggled to regain her breath she slid her hands between them, found his nipples and scraped her nails over them. His cock, thick and hot, flexed against her thigh. She shimmied her body and reached down to close her fingers around his magnificent shaft, stroking gently.

  Sam tore his mouth away from hers.

  “Let’s leave that for later,” he gasped. “Okay? Or this will be over before it starts.”

  He reached into the nightstand drawer for a condom, rolled it on with one hand and cupped her ass with his other hand. His gaze locked with hers, like twin lasers skewering her in place. He sucked in a deep breath and plunged into her in one swift thrust.

  Oh, lordy, he was big, stretching her pussy to its limits. She clenched around him, wanting to hold him in place forever. But the tension in his body told her he wasn’t waiting for anything. Taking only a moment to lick each of her nipples once, he rolled his hips and began pounding into her, hard, fast, and furious, and Misa was with him every step of the way. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into the small of his back, levering herself so they were welded tightly together. Everything faded away except for this man and the erotic ride he was taking her on.

  Her body, so recently spent, roused with each stroke of his cock into her cunt, slamming into her again and again. Lax muscles tightened, sleeping nerves awoke again. And the liquid of her arousal flooded her pussy as the head of his cock dragged over her sweet spot, bathing him in her juices, lubricating the way for him.

  His body stiffened as his climax hit and hers roared right up with him. They exploded in a kaleidoscope of light, twisting, and tumbling in a black velvet space, fireworks bursting around them as they convulsed over and over. He collapsed forward as they rode out the aftershocks, the skin on both their bodies covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Misa wasn’t sure whose heart was pounding against her ribs, hers or Sam’s.

  She had no idea how long it was before her breathing evened out and her heart rate slowed. Sam had managed to raise himself slightly on his elbows, taking some of his weight from her body. He nuzzled her neck and the sensitive spot behind her ear, and a flush of warmth that had nothing to do with sex stole over her. At last he lifted his head, brushed a kiss over her and rolled to the side. He padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom but he was back beside her in seconds.

  Stretching out full length he cupped her face, turning it toward him. His gaze locked with hers, searching as if he could look into her very soul. Misa licked her lips, nervous now that the original sexual combustion had passed. Was he sorry? Did he regret what happened? Should she have waited until Saturday, waited for his call? Was he mad that she jumped the gun?

  She was definitely not prepared for what he said to her.

  “You’re the first woman I’ve ever invited into this bed.” His voice when he spoke had that low, rich, alpha quality. No uncertainty there.

  “You’re kidding me.” She studied his face, trying to read what was in his mind.

  “Not even a little,” he told her.

  “I would have thought…I mean…I figured—”

  He touched one finger to her lips. “That I had hot and cold running women here? I’d like to think you know better than that, Misa. Have you ever seen anything since I moved in that gave you that idea?”

  When she thought about it the answer was no. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t ever seen a woman at his house, overnight or otherwise. She frowned.

  “No.” She drew the word out. “Come to think of it, I haven’t.”

  “You know why?” He licked the edge of her lips. “Because I keep my playtime out of my private space. I’ve never hooked up with anyone I wanted to share it with. Until now.”

  “B-But you hardly know me.” She grinned. “Is it my sparkling conversation at the mailbox?”

  Only he wasn’t smiling back at her. “I’m pretty good at sizing people up. I have to be in my line of work. From the first time we talked, I knew there was something real about you. Something honest.” He traced her mouth again. “Something I wanted to get to know better. Something I would get to know better.”

  She wrinkled her forehead. “So why did it take you so long to make a move?”

  “Busy. Both of us. We work twenty-four hour shifts at the fire station, then we’re off for forty-eight. But a lot of times during that down time we’re doing community service. So…”He shrugged. “Not much extra time built in there.” He flashed his grin, the one that showed just the hint of a dimple at the left corner of his mouth. “And you’re pretty busy yourself, coming and going at all hours.”

  “Yeah.” She sighed. “I love being a photographer for the newspaper, but my editor doesn’t seem to think the people on his staff have a personal life or want to take time to sleep.”

  “Maybe it was fate that sent you to cover that fire this morning,” he said, brushing a curl away from her forehead. “And sent you over here just when I came out of the shower.”

  She laughed. “Ya think?”

  He pulled her body against him. “Actually thinking isn’t what I had in mind at the moment.”

  “Oh? So what are you thinking?”

  Chapter 3

  Sam swallowed a smile. If she knew everything he was thinking she might just get up and run like hell. Then again, maybe not. He sure hoped not because he’d been waiting a long time for just what was happening now and he intended to make the most of it.

  “I’ve already had one shower,” he said, “but I sure could use another. How about you?”

  “I believe so.” She grinned, still a little breathless.

  He winked. “Shower with a friend and save water.”

  Misa was stunned when he led her into the bathroom. She’d expected something similar to hers, but Sam had ripped his apart and made it into something spectacular. The vanity was a solid piece of marble with the sink carved into it. Elegant brushed steel faucets rose from the back.

  At one end of the rectangle sat a tub with jets that identified it as a Jacuzzi. At the other was a shower that had Misa’s jaw dropping when Sam slid open the door. The small tiles had the look of granite and showerheads had been built into the walls and the ceiling everywhere. Sam punched in some numbers on a pad just outside the sliding door and immediately mist sprayed from all the heads, filling the enclosure like a sauna.

  “After you,” he grinned, holding out his hand.

  Not only did Misa feel immediately wrapped in the warm mist but it carried the faint scent of eucalyptus, both a relaxing and arousing scent.

  She stared at Sam. “Did you do this yourself?”

  He gave a nonchalant shrug. “My dad’s in the construction business and I used to work summers for him. He gave me a hand with this. Like it?”

  “Like it? Ohmigod! It’s decadent!”

  Sam stepped into the enclosure with her and turned her to face him, cradling her cheeks in his palms. The water streamed over her breasts, tempting him to close his mouth over first one nipple then the other. Misa moaned and leaned toward him, clutching his shoulders to keep her balance.

  He crushed his mouth to hers, hungry again for her taste. For so many weeks and months he’d laid awake in his bed thinking about her in the house next door. Imagining her naked, showering, lying in bed. He could hardly believe that now she was actually here. And god, the reality was so much better than the fantasy. Her skin was soft beneath the mist, her breasts small but plump, her nipples hard as diamonds. And her pussy. Sweet Jesus! A man could lose himself in it forever.

  Just thinking of those tight muscles clenching around him had his cock hard and swollen again. It prodded against her abdomen and she smiled beneath his kiss.

  “My turn,” she told him, dropping to her knees.

  Her fingers were firm as she wrapped them around his shaft and when she gave one experimental slide up and down he hardened even more and blood pounded in the ropy vein that wrapped around his cock. His balls ached and every muscle in his body tightened.

  But the touch of her hand was nothing compared to the feel of her mouth. When she closed her lips around him and took him into that warm wet cavern, he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven. She worked him slowly, hands and mouth setting up a rhythm. Her movements weren’t those of someone who did this a lot, a sure sign that she hadn’t had a lot of practice at it. It excited him to realize that and thrilled him that she deliberately chose to pleasure him this way.

  And that in itself ramped up his desire. No, not desire. Out and out lust, to a degree he’d never felt before.

  Threading his fingers through her wet hair, he maneuvered her head to give himself the best angle to drive in and out of her mouth. When she slid one hand between his thighs to cup his balls and squeeze them gently every muscle in his body tightened and the familiar icy tingle raced down his spine.

  “Now,” he demanded. “Take it all, Misa. Swallow every bit.”

  And then he came, pumping into her mouth, the head of his cock bumping the roof of her mouth as she swallowed again and again. When she’d sucked the last drop from him he turned to lean against the shower wall, his legs weak. He drew Misa up and pulled her against him, the two of them just standing there in the scented mist.

  “I could spend forever doing all these things with you,” he whispered, his mouth close to her ear. “I’m so glad you came over today. Otherwise I might still be hanging out in my house silently lusting after you.”

  She sighed and pressed her wet cheek against his chest. “I’m glad I did. Really glad.”

  “I guess we should get out of the shower,” he said at last, “but I hate to let go of you.”

  “I should have known you’d be hot, being a fireman and all.” She looked up at him, a mischievous grin tilting her luscious lips. “Maybe when we dry off we can think of some more things to do.”

  “Count on it. And not just for today, either.” He brushed his mouth against her. “So how about if we get to it, while we’re all fired up?”

  She knew there was no answer to this except Yes.

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  Chapter 1

  Ava Gibbs climbed out of the quiet taxi only to be met by an onslaught of commotion. Time was money, a fact driven home by the flurry of valets and cab drivers, shuttling luggage as if they were buckets of water meant to put out a fire. Ava knew all about fires. She hadn’t been able to snuff out the blaze that had been roaring inside her for over a week. A smoldering hunger her boss, Quinn MacKinnon, CEO and President of Fusion Productions—the industry leader in concert promotions—had ignited when he’d invited, or rather instructed, her to join him for a night of fun in Las Vegas.

  Ava was neither stupid nor naïve. Dating your boss was a cliché at best and oftentimes destined to end in disaster. But Quinn was more than her boss and lover—he was her Master. A fact they kept a closely guarded secret. Even the fellow members of Club Genesis—the private BDSM dungeon where they’d met—didn’t know they were living together much less fulfilling their kinky desires behind closed doors.

  She sometimes missed her friends and the club, but it was a small price to pay. The sheer joy and contentment she found with Quinn couldn’t compare. Even after being together for three years, the mere sight of him still made her tingle inside, and she was beyond ready to lay eyes on him again, not to mention have him fuck her senseless.

  The cabbie cleared his throat, drawing Ava from her wistful musing. She tipped the driver, then tugged her suitcase behind her and into the hotel. Entering the lobby of The Nyte—Las Vegas’ newest and most exclusive luxury resort—a knowing smile kicked up the corners of her lips. While she’d expected a classy and extravagant hotel, finding herself surrounded in a sphere of cascading crystal and shimmering gold took her breath away. Quinn didn’t skimp when it came to indulgence; the six-foot-four, sexy Scot, with his thick spice-colored hair and intoxicating sage-green eyes, enjoyed pampering her. Ava didn’t complain a bit.

  Gliding deeper into the lobby, she felt her excitement blossom even more. In a matter of minutes, she’d be enveloped in Quinn’s strong arms again. A part of her felt like a ridiculous schoolgirl. He’d only been gone from their sprawling estate north of Chicago for five days. Quinn had come to Vegas to supervise the kickoff tour of Splatter—a group of talented young musicians who regularly brought the rock world to its knees. But only a few short hours after he’d left, Ava had felt her focus slip away. The centered, submissive type of focus her Master instinctively bred inside her.