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  Jenny shook her head, smiling back at him. “I find it a waste of time."

  "I like that."

  "I'm glad."

  They stood there, smiling at each other like idiots until someone bumped into Ty, knocking them both out of their spell.

  "I don't date,” he said out of nowhere, as if wanting to make a point.

  "I don't date either.” And she didn't. Not anymore. As she'd told him, she didn't like wasting her time.

  "I don't do relationships, either."

  She rolled her eyes. “Naturally."

  "Do you understand where I'm coming from?"

  Yes, she certainly did. He wanted to fuck her and that was it. Well, perfect. She wanted to fuck him, too. They were made for each other. At least for tonight.

  "I do,” she finally answered.

  Ty took her hand and led her through the crowd, weaving through the clusters of people with sure strides, purposeful movements. She admired his backside as she followed behind him, the shift of his buttocks beneath his jeans as he walked. Her mouth watered at the sight of him, her heart beating double time. She wondered if part of the allure was the fact her parents would flip if she ever brought Ty home. Not that it would ever happen, but it was fun to fantasize. It wouldn't matter that he was a lawyer. It wouldn't matter that he was successful and smart and treated their daughter like gold.

  He was of a different color, and that would render them speechless.

  The cool late spring night air hit her heated face as they walked outside. She tipped her head up, reveling in it. Taking a cleansing breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, taking it all in. She'd found Tyrone Holt in a crowd, alluded that she wanted him, and now she had him. It had been as easy as that.

  She couldn't believe her luck.

  "Are you okay?"

  Jenny opened her eyes and smiled at him, nodding. “I'm more than okay."

  "Has anyone ever told you before how sexy you are?"

  She stood still, absorbing his words. “Yes, actually I have been told that."

  This time he laughed, a full bodied sound that curled around her like an embrace, making her want more. So much more.

  "You're not very modest, either, are you?"

  "No, I'm not."

  He licked his lips, looking as if he were about to dive into a scrumptious meal. Her. “Ever made out in an alleyway before?"

  "No, I can't say that I have."

  "Well, come on, then."

  CHAPTER 3

  Tyrone had noticed the blonde at the firm before. She was hard not to miss, with her delicate feminine features, creamy porcelain skin, white-blond hair, big blue eyes and pouty lips. He'd never been one to limit his possibilities. He liked all types of women. Tall, short, curvy, thin, it didn't really matter. If he felt a sexual pull toward them, he acted on it. Had his fill of them. Then left them purring with satisfaction.

  He was aware of his sexual prowess, prided himself on it. He didn't need relationships, he didn't need exclusivity. He didn't have time for them anyway, what with his job taking up all of his time. No, he preferred a quick fuck, or sometimes even a slow fuck. His absolute favorite was a slow and kinky fuck, but those didn't happen too often.

  Ty had a feeling the sweet little blonde walking with him into an alley could give him one of the kinkiest fucks of his life.

  She had spunk, she had attitude, and she was funny. Blunt but not in an abrasive way. Jenny was also beautiful, her expression naughty, her words daring. A challenge, and he always liked a good challenge. Especially a sexual one...

  "You really know how to treat a girl."

  "Excuse me?” He'd been so caught up in thoughts of spreading her pale legs and admiring her glistening pink pussy that he didn't even hear what she said.

  "I said you really know how to treat a girl.” Jenny stopped, leaned against the brick wall of Simpatico's. The throb of the music could be heard outside, even through the thick walls, and it turned Ty on.

  All of it turned Ty on. The tempting woman who stood before him in her red silky dress looked like sex personified. The things she said, the way she watched him, like she wanted to eat him up.

  "You're the one who agreed to come to the alley with me."

  "Yes, I did. You're the one who promised you'd make out with me in this alley."

  He inclined his head toward her. “You're right."

  She sighed, pressed her hands against the wall, the position thrusting her chest toward him. Her hard nipples poked through the thin fabric of her dress, and he couldn't wait to suck them into his mouth. “So what are you waiting for?"

  "Good question."

  He gathered her into his arms and pressed her against the wall, his mouth taking hers in a soul-searing kiss. She surrendered to him immediately, her mouth opening wide, their tongues meeting. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and soft sounds came from the back of her throat. He ran his hands down her sides, over her hips, then back up, skimming across her stomach, grazing her breasts. She gasped into his mouth.

  "Touch my nipples,” she murmured and he did, pleased to find she wore no bra. He pulled and tugged, lightly twisting her nipples as he continued kissing her. His tongue plundered her mouth, searching hers, branding her and she cried out.

  "You like that?” He moved against her, pushing one thigh between her legs and she rubbed against him. He swore he could feel her hot wet center against his leg and he immediately went hard.

  "Yes.” Her hands smoothed over his head, his hair, and she clasped his cheeks, kissing him. She nibbled on his lips, licked him, sucked his tongue into her mouth and he moaned. He couldn't believe he was kissing this woman in a fucking alley next to a busy club when he could've taken her back to his place and had her in his bed in minutes. Though he never brought any of his women back to his house, to his bed. He always went to theirs.

  But there was something illicit about kissing and groping in public. If he could get away with it, he probably would fuck her right there. Slip his cock into her tight sheath and pump inside her until they both screamed with release.

  Oh, yeah, he fucking would if he could.

  "Suck my nipples,” she whispered, tugging down his head.

  He did so, just as he'd imagined, drawing the turgid points into his mouth, dress and all. He sucked and nipped, licked and laved, and she writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short spurts. Mewling sounds escaped from her, and she arched into his mouth.

  "Pull down my dress. I want to feel your mouth on my skin."

  Ty didn't even hesitate, and yanked the front of her dress down to her ribcage, revealing her rounded breasts. Rosy nipples beckoned him, begged for his mouth, and he obliged with pleasure. He cupped her lush flesh in his hands, brought her breasts together so they plumped prettily for him, and sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth.

  Back and forth, back and forth he went. He suckled her until she cried out, her voice echoing in the still quiet of the alley. Someone could hear them, would know what they were doing, maybe even come upon them. Cops patrolled the area all the time and they would get in trouble for sure. Ty knew it, but he didn't care. All he could think about was this woman in his arms, her sweet tasting nipples in his mouth, her lower body thrusting toward his.

  She was horny, she was needy, and so was he. He wanted to get off, needed to get off if he expected to see straight and be able to drive home without wrecking his car.

  Her hands skimmed down, delicate fingers curling around his denim-covered cock. He lifted his head to look at her, thrusting against her nice and slow.

  "Like what you found?"

  "Is that all you?"

  "Oh, yeah, all nine inches of me.” Ty didn't mean to brag, but no one ever protested his size.

  Her brows rose. “Nine inches? Impressive."

  "What would really be impressive is to see my nine inches disappear inside your pretty mouth."

  She smirked. “Is that your polite way of asking for a blow job?"


  He glanced about the alley, watching a couple walk by on the sidewalk. “Not here, not like this. Want to come home with me?"

  Shit, he never invited anyone home. His words surprised him into silence for a moment.

  "No, I don't think so. Let's do it here,” she said, her voice husky, full of desire. And promise.

  He was taken aback by her refusal. Turned on even more by her alternative suggestion. His cock throbbed behind his fly, aching for quick release, and he couldn't stand it anymore. Aw, fuck it. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and found the condom he kept tucked inside.

  "I want to be inside you."

  "Oh, yes.” She lifted her skirt, rubbed her soaked panty-clad pussy along his leg. “Fuck me, Ty."

  Shee-it, she was a woman after his own heart. He liked dirty talk, loved dirty talk. He loved dirty everything. Anal sex, light BDSM, all the good stuff no one talked about, he dug. In a huge way.

  He wondered if this sassy little spitfire liked to get spanked. Maybe she even liked having a giant cock slide into her tight asshole. He wished he could find out.

  Ty pulled his cock out from his underwear and sheathed himself, trying to be inconspicuous, watched in fascination as Jenny lifted her dress to slip out of her panties and kick them off to the ground. Her fingers dipped into her pussy, rubbing back and forth. He grabbed her wrist, stilling her movements. Nothing inconspicuous about her.

  "Let me taste,” he said with a growl.

  He released his hold on her, and she withdrew her fingers, waved them in his face. He could smell her sweet musky scent, saw her cream glistening on her fingertips, and he opened his mouth. She slipped her fingers inside and he sucked hard.

  She tasted tangy sweet, unique and of pure sex. A taste he could crave again and again. She moaned, watching him lick her fingers dry, and ground her pelvis against his.

  "Fuck me now, Ty. Please."

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and hauled her to him, her legs automatically going around him. Without preamble, he plunged inside, her slick heat enveloping him, making him groan at the sensation of her surrounding him. She gyrated against him, her hips undulating, causing him to go even deeper, and he held himself there. Deep inside.

  "Oh, my God,” she whispered, tipping her head back.

  Ty bent forward, pressed his lips against the wildly erratic pulse beating at the base of her throat. She murmured something, he couldn't make out what, and he withdrew from her, almost pulling out, then thrust again, deeper.

  "Your nine inches feels fucking unbelievable."

  He moved slow, in and out, could hear the slick suction of her juicy pussy, and he nearly came at the sound of it. “Your pussy's so tight I want to fuckin’ come right now."

  "Hmm, wait.” Jenny wrapped herself tight around him and he pressed her against the wall, his movements becoming faster.

  She rode him hard, matched his rhythm, and he closed his eyes, absorbing it all. They fucked in time to the music coming from inside the club, its throb pulsating against the wall. The sound of sweat-covered skin slapping against each other as they moved. The smell of sex that lingered all around them, her wet pussy making the most delicious sound he'd ever heard.

  Jenny gasped with each thrust, moaned every time he withdrew and then she stilled. Her face tight, her body tense, she cried out his name and shuddered all around him. Her feminine walls contracted around his cock as her orgasm overtook her and she rode him even harder. Her eyes opened wide and she licked her lush mouth with the tip of her pink tongue.

  "Make me come again. Faster, Ty."

  He heeded to her demands, thrusting inside of her like a piston, his dick feeling like it was going to explode. He ground against her, heard her cry out, felt her shudder again and he burst. His belly tightened and with a shout he came, pushed into her once, twice, then stilled.

  "Holy shit,” she breathed against his face, sounding as amazed as he felt.

  Ty lifted his head, stared into her dazed blue eyes. Her makeup was smeared, her blond hair a wild mess around her head, and he'd never seen a woman sexier. His cock twitched and he realized he wanted to fuck her again. He'd fuck her all night if she let him.

  "Well, that was certainly worth it."

  He withdrew from her, puzzled by her comment. “What do you mean, worth it?"

  She straightened the skirt of her dress, smoothed her hair away from her face. “What just happened was well worth my visit to Simpatico tonight. That was an amazing fuck."

  "Yeah, it was.” He took off the used condom and tossed it into an empty garbage bin close by. He appreciated the fact that she called it what it was—a fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. So many women wanted more from him. Wanted it all from him. He wasn't willing to give anything but his body, his cock. Certainly not his heart.

  Jenny bent to pick up a tiny purse he'd never even noticed she had, and applied a quick swipe of lipstick to her bee stung lips. Swollen lips made that way by his kisses. He suddenly wanted to kiss her again.

  Didn't look like she was in the mood, though. No, she looked like she was ready to boogie her ass right on out of there.

  She stood up straight, looking like an angel made for sin in her red dress and her pale blond hair. “Well, thanks for the fuck, Ty."

  That was it? Thanks for the fuck? He'd never felt cheap before in his life, had always been the one to leave first. Now he knew what the ladies from his past felt like when he jammed.

  "Can I see you again?” He couldn't help the hopeful tone that crept into his voice.

  She shrugged, a little smile curving her lips. “If you want to."

  "Can I get your number?"

  Jenny patted him against the cheek, then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “You can find me at work, Ty. I'll see you on Tuesday."

  And then she was gone, leaving him in the alley all by himself with his dick still hanging out of his pants.

  What the fuck was that?

  CHAPTER 4

  Jenny had just suffered through the longest weekend of her life, but she told herself it was worth it. It was worthwhile for her to pretend she didn't really care about Ty Holt. That she used him just as he had used her for a fantastic fuck and nothing else.

  The truth was her body craved his. She'd gone over what happened in the alley in her mind multiple times. The way he touched her, kissed her. The way he sucked her nipples and licked her pussy juice from her fingers. Oh, God. She'd been so hot for him, had masturbated to her memories way too many times. When his cock had pushed into her, when he filled her, she'd never felt anything better. She'd never felt more complete.

  Ridiculous to feel this way over a man she barely knew. Silly to waste her time with emotions over a sexy man who could have any woman he wanted. A man who didn't date, didn't do relationships. Really, neither did she.

  So why did she want to explore that possibility with Ty? Why could she imagine herself with him, spending time with him, talking, laughing, going out to dinner. Fucking all night long...

  It was a case of wanting what she couldn't have. That's what she'd told herself all weekend, that's what she reaffirmed when she walked into work on Tuesday morning.

  Everyone was refreshed and relaxed, happy after a three day weekend. The phones rang off the hook the entire morning. It was so busy Jenny even had to ask for backup. She preferred it that way, though. It kept her mind too busy to reminisce over Friday night. It also kept her from looking around the building for a quick glimpse of Ty.

  Just before lunch, the phones had finally settled down. She took a call without even paying attention where it came from.

  "Is this Jennifer?"

  His silky smooth voice made her stomach tighten, her pussy clench with need. “Please. Call me Jenny."

  "Well, Jenny, what are you doing for lunch?"

  "I brought mine, thank you.” No, she did not want to go to lunch with Ty. No, no, no.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "Let me take you so
mewhere."

  "Thank you, but no. I appreciate the offer.” She'd been about to hang up the phone when his deep voice stopped her.

  "You said I could see you again if I wanted to."

  Jenny paused. “Yes ... I did."

  "Well, I want to.” His voice had deepened to a husky whisper, the sound of it directly in her ear, cascading down her spine in a stream of shivers. “I'm hungry, Jenny."

  "I'll share my sandwich with you."

  Ty chuckled and she smiled. “I don't want your sandwich. I want to touch your sweet little body again."

  She went still, longing coursing through her. She glanced around, making sure no one was near before she spoke. “Are you looking for that blow job you asked for a few nights ago?"

  The tiniest masculine groan came across the line. “Baby, you can suck my dick anytime, any place."

  "I'm not doing anything like that here.” No way did she want to get caught on her knees in front of Tyrone Holt. The gossip would spread like wildfire, and she refused to be the butt of anyone's joke.

  He paused, silent for a moment, and she swore she could hear his heavy breathing across the phone line. The sound of it so sexy, such a turn on she had the sudden desperate need to reach her hand under her skirt and rub herself into a frenzy. “There's a hotel down the street."

  "When do you want to meet?"

  "Give me fifteen minutes. I'll be waiting for you at the entrance."

  Jenny disconnected the call and pushed back into her chair with a sigh. This wasn't a part of her plan. Yes, she wanted him. Yes, she wanted to get him fully naked and have her way with him. But not like this. Not rushed in a hotel room on their lunch hour. No, it just wouldn't do.

  Yet she was going to do it anyway.

  * * * *

  Ty escorted her to the hotel room, his hand at her back the entire time. The ride up in the elevator had been crackling with sexual tension, the look in his eyes when he watched her almost feral. Her entire body trembled as if he touched her, her nipples painfully hard, her panties embarrassingly wet. She wanted him so badly she knew he must sense it, could practically feel it vibrate off her body.