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He held her tight, like a lover, and tried to pretend that’s what she really was.
Wrapped in the cocoon of her sweet, warm scent and her soft woman stuff pressed against his hard man stuff, his eyes drifted shut.
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Light streamed in through the window as Holly stood in Alex’s kitchen, sliding a piece of golden brown French toast onto a sunny yellow plate. She slathered it with a pat of butter and watched as it melted.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of vanilla and soaked in the moment, the sense of completion and happiness she knew was fleeting.
Five hours left with Alex. Then her time was done. She’d go back to being a Tooth Fairy, he’d move on with his newfound confidence and land himself a great catch.
Jealousy roiled in her gut as she connected the mental dots and imagined him trying all the things they had done together with someone else.
She couldn’t believe how close she felt to him already. Total violation of the cardinal rule—never get attached. Not that the rules really mattered anymore. Even if she passed her test, she wouldn’t accept the position. There was no way she could do this job, not before and certainly not now. Not after Alex.
Alex.
She shook her head, bemused. He was a total puzzle. How could he have gotten this far in his life without unleashing that delectable man meat on a woman? She would have scooped him up years ago. They must grow ‘em dim or blind wherever he came from.
The floorboard creaked behind her and she turned to see him walking into the kitchen, hair mussed from sleep. Bare-chested with just his track pants on, he looked better than the French toast.
Don’t get attached.
She worked up a weak smile and turned back to the stove.
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“Hungry?”
“As a matter of fact.”
He had moved to stand directly behind her, and his breath tickled her ear. Slipping his arms around her waist, he drew her back against his hard body.
“Food, Alex, I mean food.”
She struggled to keep from arching back against the thick ridge pressing against her bottom.
“You look sexy in that shirt.”
She’d helped herself to his new white button down and a pair of his boxers while he slept.
“Thank you.”
He nipped her earlobe and a thrill coursed through her.
Five hours.
She twisted her neck to give him better access. He pinched the lobe between his teeth then released, pressing moist, sucking kisses down her neck.
His hand inched up over her rib cage to close over one breast, teasing her nipple.
He groaned, impatient, then yanked at the shirt. A button popped off, then two, skittering across the countertop.
Muttering his satisfaction, he closed both hands over her bare breasts. The touch set off a rush of moisture between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the sudden ache.
“Alex?”
“Holly.”
“’Member how I said— Mmm…”
One hand had slipped down to cup her behind, seating her more firmly against his erection.
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She cleared her throat then tried again. “Uh, do you remember what I said about the rules? And taking it slow and savoring every touch? And then I said there are other options. Now’s the time for another option.”
“What do you want me to do?” he whispered hotly.
She thought about it for a nanosecond before answering. She’d regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t take the opportunity to be with this man in every sense. Besides, rules were made to be broken.
“I want you inside me. Now. Can you do that for me, Alex?”
“Hell yes.”
The boxers were around her ankles an instant later. She shut the burner off and turned to face him.
He gripped her hips in his big hands and lifted her, turning them to face the table then lowered her onto it. The cool, smooth wood was heaven on her overheated skin and she gasped. Spreading her legs wide, he stepped between them and knelt before her.
“But humor me for just a minute or two. I’ve wanted to taste you since the second you cracked open that trench coat.”
She’d opened her mouth to reply when all thought fled. His strong teeth closed over the tender inside of her thigh, sending a shot of pain and pleasure to her core. The sting had barely subsided when his mouth closed over her, voracious, hungry, sucking and licking, drawing the swollen bud of her clitoris into his mouth rhythmically.
She stiffened, her body electrified by the sudden onslaught. Vision blurring, she lifted her legs over his strong shoulders to offer him more—to offer him everything.
Then his hand was there and a finger tested her slick heat with a shallow thrust.
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deep. Without pause, he settled into a measured, dragging rhythm, pressing in and out as he sucked. She whimpered as the sensation engulfed her.
And suddenly too much became just right as she lost herself to the madness.
Unerringly his thrusts got deeper, harder and she arched her hips to meet his clever fingers. It was right there, shimmering before her, the release drawing her down, urging her on.
She tried to hold back, to hold onto the terrible, wonderful insanity for just another moment but lost the battle as his fingers went deep, curling up to press on her G-spot.
The pressure built unbearably and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
One more deep, luscious pull of his wet mouth and she sucked in a ragged breath and let the orgasm take her. She burst into pieces, coming hard, her body clenching over and over as the tremors racked her.
“Oh my—Alex!”
He was relentless and worked her body hard, milking her climax to the very end until she lay in a quaking heap.
As her spasms slowed, Alex squeezed his eyes closed. The image of her spread on the table like this would be a part of him forever. He tried to get a grip on his emotions, tried to slow his racing heart as he slid his fingers from her wet heat and stood.
“Where did you learn that?” she asked, her quivery voice laced with wonder.
He gazed down at her rosy cheeks, those trusting eyes, that beautiful body so open to him, so giving. The guilt lanced him hard.
Just tell her the truth.
“I have to tell you something.”
“I have to tell you something too.” Her face grew serious. “This isn’t me. I’ve never done this with anyone but you. I’m breaking the rules here for you because I feel something for you that I’ve never felt before.”
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Her words thrilled him but made his even more difficult to say and they stuck in his craw as he opened his mouth to speak.
Holly continued. “I’m going to tell Queen Lucienne I don’t want the job. I’m going to just go back to being a Tooth Fairy.”
At that, his stomach bottomed out. Godammit, he’d thought they were past that shit. If it wasn’t a game to her anymore, why would she still be lying to him?
No more romanticizing, you punk. One day of great sex with a gorgeous woman. That’s all
this is and don’t forget it.
Still, her seemingly heartfelt speech grated on him, an unnecessary almost unkind twist of the knife in his back.
“What did you want to tell me?” she asked.
His heart felt like a hard lump in his chest, but as he stared down at her spread legs, the Great Betrayer throbbed and stiffened, still very interested in completing their transaction.
Hot sex on the menu. When had that ever been a bad thing?
“Not important,” he said, his voice more grim than he intended. “Now where were we?”
He bent low, trapping a nipple between his teeth and sucking. Slipping a hand into the pocket of his track pants, he pulled out the condom he’d tucked away on the off chance his attempt at a full seduction succeeded. Never taking his mouth from her, he shoved down the waistband of his pants, tore open the package then worked the sheath over his aching cock.
Testing her readiness, he bit back a groan as his swollen tip made contact with the soaking molten lips of her pussy.
She may not care about him, but she wanted him. Bad.
The power of it juiced him and he figured if he was going out, he was going out with a bang.
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Holly Tucket would remember fucking Alex Nichlaus, even if she didn’t know his name.
He released her nipple, then bent his knees, working his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Her body resisted at first, the channel tight and unyielding from her orgasm, but he persisted, not stopping until he filled her. She lay motionless as he pulled back his torso and locked his gaze with hers. He paused, allowing her body to stretch and hold him comfortably then withdrew almost completely.
He took in the image of their bodies joined, her soft white thighs against his darker ones, the tight, ginger curls of her neat little pussy, the pouty lips of her sex glistening with cream. Spreading her open to his gaze, he pressed a finger to the exposed plump clit and pumped his hips again. Blood pounded in his head as the column of her sex clamped over him.
“
Damn
, so fucking tight. Wrap your legs around me.”
Gripping her hips, he lifted her slight form off the table as her sleek thighs clenched around him, the change in position sinking him deeper inside her.
“Alex,” she moaned.
“You like that hard cock? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do, Holly. I’ll make it all better.” He pulled out then flexed back in deep, but slow, and stopped before he was seated to the hilt. Her hips bounced as she tried to urge him faster. He pinned her with a hand.
“Not going to work. Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want it.”
Gripping her ass, he punished her with an inconsistent rhythm, sometimes working her down on him in long unhurried strokes, sometimes only inching her pussy over him in shallow thrusts.
“Oh my God. Oh Alex I—”
“Say it. Fucking say it.”
“Please.”
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He increased his rhythm, but only a bit, teasing her.
“That’s not the right answer. What do you want me to do to you? Beg me to fuck you hard and it’s all yours.”
A sob shuddered through her and she broke before his eyes. “Yes, fuck me. God, please, fuck me hard.”
Elation soared through him and he let go, pounding into her, clutching her hips in his hands, working her over his dick faster and faster. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, the pulling heat of her sex sucking the breath from him.
She let out an incoherent cry then a keening wail as she came, the climax bowing her back, thrusting her full breasts into his face. Alex closed his eyes as her body gripped him like a fist and clamped down on him in waves. A shiver stole through him then he followed her over the edge, jerking and spurting as she clenched tight over his cock.
Holly slumped bonelessly over him, legs still wrapped around his hips, as Alex patted her bottom. She let her legs fall away from him until her feet touched the ground. The tiny kitchen was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and unspoken questions.
His voice was gruff as he spoke, releasing her. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to clean up. You can use the hall bathroom.”
She waited for him to leave the room before grabbing the edge of the table for support as she caught her breath. Her legs were still shaking.
As she tried to get her head around what just happened the shrill ring of a telephone interrupted her reverie. It continued to ring, then stopped. She scooped up the boxers and headed into the bathroom.
She washed up and the sensual fog that had clouded her mind began to clear, leaving behind a sinking feeling.
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What the hell had just happened? She hadn’t taught him that. Come to think of it, she hadn’t taught him anything. And the confident, take control, almost animal-like quality of their lovemaking this last time seemed like such a comfortable, natural fit for him. Could that really have been the first time he’d behaved that way with a woman?
Surely not.
She closed her eyes as a wave of nausea swamped her. Time to get to the bottom of this. Somehow, going out there exposed felt different than it had just a few minutes before so she donned the boxers again. She buttoned the shirt as best she could then tied it at the waist to compensate for the missing buttons. At least she wasn’t naked.
When she entered the bedroom, it was empty but a low voice came from behind the closed door of the master bathroom.
She knew she shouldn’t do it. It was a total invasion of his privacy, but the compulsion was too strong. She scurried into the kitchen and poured tap water into a shallow bowl. Taking a deep breath, she dipped her finger into the bowl and stirred.
Alex’s bathroom.
He was standing in the corner, talking in low tones on a cell phone.
“Yes, Alex Nichlaus returning his call.”
Nichlaus?
He stood quiet for a few seconds, apparently waiting for the other party to come on the line.
“Hey, Mike, sorry I missed your call. Tell me something good, man.” He paused then smiled, running a hand through his hair. “Ah, fuck, you’re not kidding. It’s been a long haul. But that’s great news. I can’t wait to get my life back. Hey, I really appreciate the department’s support on this one. I hope we got you enough to put him away for a good long time.”
An icy ball of dread formed in her stomach and she splashed at the water with her fingertips, dispersing the image. Heart stuttering, she ran back into the bedroom.
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Methodically, she opened drawers and rifled through his closets but nothing helpful surfaced.
Her eyes lighted on his pants from the night before and she made a beeline for them. She’d just shoved a hand in one pocket and pulled out his wallet when the bathroom door opened.