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  Mitch was leaning across the console again, kissing me back to thrumming existence, as he released my seatbelt, nibbled my neck, and caressed my breast.

  “I want you, Sydney,” he murmured. “I’ve wanted you since I answered your call.”

  If that wasn’t a melting factor, I don’t know what was.

  “Let me unlock the door,” he said, and quickly exited the car, heading to the back door.

  This was happening so quickly. Mitch was deft with his lock and was to my side of the car, opening the door, before I could form words. But I’m not sure words were needed, as he took my hand and helped me exit the car. He proceeded to move into me all at the same time, bending down so his lips could meet mine. Still unsteady on my feet, his kisses left me breathless. His tongue parried with mine as he pulled my body into his. He held me so close I don’t think air could get between us.

  “Sweetest lips,” he whispered, then turned and led me inside, pausing only long enough to lock the door.

  “Mitch,” I said, finally finding my voice. “I’ve never done this,” I confessed, when he closed the door behind us. Not since the end of my ten year marriage had I even dated, let alone gone home with someone else. I found myself standing in the middle of a room, when my eyes finally adjusted to the dimness.

  Mitch moved behind me and wrapped his long arms around my waist, pulling me backwards into his body. He bent and placed his lips under my ear, then using his tongue and lips, began sweet torture. I wrapped my arms around his, more to help me keep standing as his nearness made my knees weak. Mitch moved one of his hands slowly over a breast, down my abdomen, and then back up and pulled the top of my dress down.

  “I know,” he finally replied. “Trust me.”

  Turning as quickly as I could, I placed my lips on his. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I strained to press against him as much as I could.

  He growled as if frustrated, then bent down to pick me up, as if my ample curves weighed nothing. He lifted me, pressing me against him at the same time, before taking a few steps to wedge me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and relished his hard body pressing into mine where I needed it most and moaned. My dress bunched up as he ran his hands up the outer sides of both of my thighs. I nervously moved my hands to the front of his denim shirt and started opening buttons, slowly, so I could reach more skin. But only briefly…Mitch’s thrust between my legs made my fuzzy brain kick back off-line. Gasping, I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer. “Please, Mitch,” I said under my breath, or so I thought.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled.

  Letting me stand momentarily, he removed my dress and let it fall to the floor, while his lips skimmed my neck. His hands glided on my bare skin, sending a hot surge of sensation racing through my body. I was panting in between nipping his flesh and withering, as I clung to his body. Never had I ached this much so quickly.

  I scratched my nails over one of his nipples, causing Mitch to groan. I felt powerful knowing I could affect him as much as he affected me. Just as I was going to run my tongue over all that muscular chest, he wrapped his arms around me slid his hands under my ass, and lifted me in the air, again. I giggled, and he chuckled before pressing me against the wall as leverage to get a better hold. The friction sent zings streaking across my senses, and I moaned, which made his chuckle turn to a growl.

  Still held against the wall, he thrust his hips upward into my inviting juncture. I could feel the building tension and knew if he pushed any harder, I’d explode before he even entered me. My arms snaked around his neck and planted a wet, passionate kiss on his lips while pressing the heel of my foot against his tight, muscled ass.

  “Giddy up,” I giggled into his mouth.

  “You keep that up and we won’t make it,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

  I adjusted my legs around his hips as he moved toward a door. Mitch hesitated a second, when I lapped my tongue slowly around his ear, blowing gently, but he never faltered.

  I reached down between us and cupped him. He froze and hissed. I flexed my thigh muscles to give my hand more room, and stroked him through his jeans.

  Mitch placed me in the middle of his bed, coming to rest in the cradle of my hips where he fit perfectly as he resumed his kisses, skin tingled where my nipples rubbed his chest but I needed more. Running my hands over his chest then abdomen, I found a fine dusting of hair ran from just beneath his navel toward into his jeans, and it sent my blood pounding.

  I panted as he inched down to latch on to my breast with his delectable lips. Pausing only seconds before descending lower between my legs, he removed the remainder of my clothing as he progressed. When his hands began to slowly slide back up my thighs, I couldn’t stand it any longer. The need to see all of him and feel him filling my body was too intense to wait.

  “Mitch,” I whispered, breathlessly. “I need to see you. All of you!”

  His lopsided grin inched up the corner of his mouth, and the twinkle in his eye was unmistakable as Mitch rose up to stand at the end of the bed. Reaching up, he ran his hands across his chest, and then slowly moved them down his abdomen toward his jeans. My eyes were glued to his hands on their journey lower, making my breath speed up in anticipation. He released the first button, and then paused as he waited for my eyes to meet his. His eyes were burning with passion and unbridled desire. He swiftly bent and freed the rest of his body from his clothing. When he straightened again, I gasped, as my eyes drank in his perfection. Corded muscles rippled over his perfect abdomen, and each flex made the light dance off his toned, tan skin.

  My gaze slowly lowered to see if he was all perfection. O.M.G! My eyes froze for a couple of seconds before glancing quickly to his eyes, then returning to his erection. He was larger in diameter than my wrist. Heat rushed through my body and moisture pooled at the juncture of my thighs.

  Slowly, I rose to my knees and moved to the end of the bed in front of him. Reaching out, my hand encircled his girth. On a leisurely downward stroke to his base, where my fingers wouldn’t meet, Mitch moaned, which made me ache. His look of pleasure and loss of control was something I wanted to see fully, not just this pregame show.

  My eyes skimmed up his magnificently muscled body to his face and found his eyes closed. As if sensing my gaze, he opened those blue jewels, which were almost black with passion. He held me in his gaze, as I angled my lips over the tip of his erection and slowly slid my mouth over and down the hard length of him. I could feel my eyes glaze at the silky feel of all that rock hardness. His eyes closed, again, for a brief moment, before pulling me up and under him, pinning me to the mattress as he shifted.

  “I want to be inside of you when I come.”

  Instead of disappointing, Mitch’s words fueled my desire.

  His mouth and tongue took a casual trip over my breasts, abdomen, and hips, finally settling on my throbbing center. My breath stilled as I struggled with the exquisite sensations flooding my body. I could feel the tension building and screaming to be let loose as he worked his magic. Mitch’s tongue moved to the hardened nub, nearly making me come off of the mattress. My eyes closed and gripped the sheets as my body tightened. His fingers entered me as he worked my clit, and I felt myself shatter.

  When my tremors subsided, Mitch slithered his body up mine, making me feel every delectable inch of him and reawakening my passion. His erection pressed against my softness and I squirmed under him. He rocked his hips against me and I felt the tip at the opening of my heat. I sucked in my breath when I felt him push further in, stretching me slightly. He rocked backwards making the pressure lessen. I wanted more.

  Mitch shushed me then rocked forward and slightly upward while gripping my ass with both hands, before he ran one hand down my leg to adjust it higher on his hip. Inch by sweet inch, he rode forward his until pelvic bone hit mine, then he stopped.

  His fullness completely filled me, making me seem whole, somehow, as I was locked with this man. Replete but not satisf
ied.

  I ran my hand over the nape of his neck, up through his hair and kissed him urgently. He kissed me back just as passionately and increased the pressure of the kiss and the depth of his tongue, just as he’d entered me.

  Needing leverage, I used the bed to thrust upward as soon as I could, the grind feeling better than anything I’d ever done. Mitch placed his fists on either side of my head, using his arms to hold himself up, and continued to bring me higher and higher. I didn’t think I could experience much more pleasure until his name was torn from my throat, and my body burst and shattered into a million molecules. I vaguely remember hearing Mitch’s deep voice loudly resonate my name at the same moment I screamed his.

  A few days later, as we lay tangled in the sheets, we were panting for breath, again.

  “You know,” he said much later, groggily. “I think I’ll have to mark your tab as labor pre-paid.”

  I giggled. “I think I like these contract negotiations,” I said, before falling asleep

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  5

  Mitch’s bid was lower than anyone else’s, and my boss was extremely happy to proceed with the work we needed done. No one at the office ever knew…. Mitch and I continued to meet.

  A few months later, while Casey and I were going over accounts, I glanced up just as Leann came bouncing into my office.

  “I just got off the phone with our accountant,” she said, smiling.

  “And?” I asked.

  “And,” she went on. “I’ve been given the green light to build our own office. Do you know a good Construction Contractor?”

  I gasped. SHIT! I found my man. The last thing I needed was making more phone calls. I quickly glanced across my desk to where Casey sat playing with a strand of her long blonde hair. I glanced back to Leann, then again to Casey. Leann followed my gaze.

  “Um, Casey, how busy is your schedule?” I asked with a huge smile pulling at my lips. I didn’t think I’d be able to contain myself, as thoughts bloomed. Casey was a single parent who’d never been married. She was devoted to her daughter and seemed resigned to being alone. I suddenly had ideas of how to get her noticed.

  Casey glanced up quickly, her crystal clear blue eyes widened as she realized both Leann and I were watching her. “Who…me?”

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  Jordan Billingsly and Brooke Carson became fast friends via social media. Established authors in their own right, this collaborative venture has only just begun. Visit their facebook pages or follow them on twitter.