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obviously experienced, woman kept sashaying through his mind.

One that was loud, and bold, and enthusiastic…and who was shaking her

ass on the dance floor of the very same pub.

Tucking his keys back into his pocket he headed for the pub's entrance. It

was time to see if she really would try anything once, and do the good things

again and again.

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T
he band was playing and the heavy beat matched the low level throb

in Lara's blood as she moved. The heat of admiring eyes drifted over her

skin. There were so many, male and female, all hot with passion that fired

her blood.

She'd take one of them home that night. A man. A man with a big cock,

plenty of passion, and lots of stamina to help chase away the hot dreams of

that arrogant egotistical…lawyer.

Large hands rested on her hips and a body brushed against her back. She

glanced over her shoulder and winked at the bald college boy who'd moved

in to dance with her.

She shouldn't call him a
boy
, he was probably only younger than her by a

year or two, but he wasn't man enough to inspire a stronger title. His

excitement and eagerness fairly bled from him as he rubbed his groin

against her ass in an effort to be sexy. It might be a little mean of her to tease

him, but she couldn't stop herself.

She bent forward at the waist, pressing her hips back against him, and did a

bump and grind that had her own body softening, readying itself for action.

With a flip of her head, she straightened up, back arched as she rested her

head against his shoulder and undulated against him in time with the music.

"You are so fucking hot," he panted in her ear, his hands slipping over the smooth flesh of her belly that was bared by her crop top.

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She spun in his arms just as the last notes of the song were struck, and the

music faded into the crowd's applause.

The band said they were going to take a short break, and everyone started to

drift off the dance floor. It was time to rehydrate.

"Thanks for the dance," she said to the boy, and spun on her heel to leave.

He grabbed her arm, halting her steps. "That's it? Come on, baby. Let's find a

dark corner and get to know each other better."

She looked at his hand on her arm before raising her gaze to his. She gave

him a look that any smart man would recognize as a warning. College boy

wasn't stupid, and he released his grip.

"Yeah," he said with a sneer. "Whatever."

Lara headed for the bar without another word and immediately spotted the

lean blond parked there in leather pants and a snug black t-shirt.

Oh shit.

Her heart kicked in her chest and every hair on her body stood on end. Karl

looked so fucking good her mouth actually started to water. Saliva pooled on

her tongue and her pussy clenched in recognition of what it hungered for.

She'd been able to resist the lure of his challenge when she only had images

of him in a suit and tie in her mind, but this…she had no resistance to the

living fantasy in front of her.

Even worse, she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Altering her course slightly she headed straight for him. "Well hello there,

sexy. How are you tonight?"

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move very well, sweetie."

Pleasure swept over her at his compliment and she gave herself a mental

kick in the ass. She knew she moved well, she didn't need him to tell her that.

Plus, he'd called her
sweetie
.

Lara eyed him. She realized he was being sincere, and that sent a wave of

pure desire rushing through her veins. Normally she hated it when men

called her sweetie or baby or darlin', or any number of chauvinistic

endearments. But Karl's lazily spoken words were different somehow.

"Thanks," she said before smiling at the bartender and asking for a bottle of water.

When he set the water on the bar, Karl handed him a bill before she could,

and the bartender walked away.

"Thank you, again." She turned to face Karl, stepping closer so that her hip brushed against his leather-clad knee.

She let her eyes roam over him, not bothering to hide the need simmering in

her blood. Why should she? She'd made it pretty clear the other night that

she wanted him. He'd been the one to walk away.

Remembering that, she shifted, a little unsure exactly how to handle him

now. Unsure of how she
wanted
to handle him now.

As if he could read her thoughts, Karl's lips tilted slightly and the lines around

his eyes crinkled, making the small scar that ran through his left eyebrow

shift. "You didn't call," he said.

Not wanting to shout in the loud bar or let him sense her momentary doubts,

she shifted closer. When she moved, he spread his knees wider and she

automatically filled the spot.

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"Why didn't you call?" he repeated.

She arched a brow at him. "Why didn't
you
call?"

He chuckled. "Because you're the one who needs to decide if you're really

willing to do anything at least once."

Would she? Wicked heat zinged from her brain to her sex in answer and she

grinned. Payback could be so much fun, sometimes.

"Follow me?" she challenged.

His chocolate eyes darkened and his lips twitched as he stood so they were

chest to chest. "Lead the way."

With a little extra swing in her hip, she headed for the back of the pub.

The band was starting up again and they were going against the stream of

people heading back to the dance floor. Karl's hand rested on the curve of

her hip, the heat of his body close behind her as they passed the men's

room, then the ladies' room, and went straight out the back door.

She'd been antsy and horny before she saw him, but in the past three

minutes her body had started to burn from the inside out. Everything in her

was centered on having him—he was not going to walk away from her again.

She was in control this time.

Karl was all man—all very sexy, very primal man. She might not know

exactly what was going on between them, but she did know one thing for

sure—she was woman enough to take him on, and revel in it.

The cool night air hit her skin and a shiver ripped through her. She glanced

around the empty parking lot, no real plan in her mind, just animalistic need

driving her to do what came naturally. She started to head for her car, but

then spotted the narrow walkway between the pub and the darkened building

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next to it. A big leafy tree almost hid the small space.

It was perfect.

Without a word she entered the small passage and went about ten steps

before stopping. She turned and faced Karl, who was looking at her with a

mix of curiosity and approval.

"You," she said, putting her hands on his chest and gently shoving him

against the cement wall of the pub. "Are not walking away from me this time."

She leaned in, pressing her body against his fully, and ran her tongue over

the tattoo on his neck. His pulse jumped as she nibbled her way toward his

ear only to have her head pulled back sharply. The hand that was suddenly

wrapped in her hair tightened, and her pussy throbbed in answer.

"Oooh," she cooed in appreciation, but the sound was cut off when his head

came down and his mouth covered hers.

Lara struggled to remember her plan as Karl's flavor washed over her. He

tasted so damn good—hot, potent, and male. His muscles flexed and

danced under her hand as she swept them down over his chest and flat abs

to his belt. Her fingers shook with her eagerness as she unsnapped and

unzipped his pants.

Pushing aside the supple leather, she groaned into Karl's mouth when his

cock leapt into the palm of her hand.

Oh yeah!
He was well built all over.

The grip on her hair tightened and her head was tugged back. Karl's mouth

slid over her cheek to her ear, where he nipped at the sensitive lobe, sending

bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. "What are you gonna do with that,

naughty girl?"

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She pulled back slightly, shaking her head and dislodging his grip. "I'm going

to make it mine," she said as she bent her knees.

Karl watched as Lara knelt in front of him, the moonlight streaming through

the tree's leaves and gleaming on the top of her head as her hot breath

drifted over his naked cock. She'd surprised him again, in a very good way.

A long lick up the underside of his cock had him sucking in a sharp breath

and reaching deep for his self-control as she swirled her tongue over the

sensitive head. His balls tightened and he closed his eyes, letting his head

fall back against the wall.

His fingers tangled in her soft hair, but he just enjoyed the feel of the silky

strands. This was her thing, and he was going to let her do it the way she

wanted.

For now.

It felt good, better than good, as she expertly circled the base of his shaft with

her fingers and stroked. She caressed the full length of his shaft while her

lips were wrapped around the top, gently sucking on the head. She popped

him out of her mouth, licking him like a lollipop for a brief moment before

taking him deep.

A groan of pleasure rumbled through him, and he let it escape. "Deeper,

sugar. Take me as deep as you can," he coached.

He didn't press into her though, he wanted to let her play, let her taste him

and get used to the size and feel of him.

He also wanted to see how well she listened.

Another groan eased from his throat when she did as he asked, her hands

gripping his thighs as she stretched her jaw and sank down on his cock.

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She couldn't take him all, he hadn't expected her to, but she took him deep

enough that he was touching the back of her throat. He looked down at her,

one hand going to gently cup under her jaw. Karl could feel himself there as

she pulled back, then took him deep again.

"Good girl," he murmured when her throat spasmed around him and she

pulled back sharply, leaving his cock bobbing in the cool air. "Do it again. I

like it when I feel the back of your throat."

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as she licked her

shiny lips. His heart pounded as he waited for her to speak, but she didn't.

Instead, one hand wrapped around his shaft again, and she closed her eyes,

taking him into her mouth once more. This time, there was no struggle to

take him deep.

Her hand stroked in time with her mouth as she sucked, her head going up

and down, her speed increasing. Her other hand reached between his legs,

wiggling in under the leather low on his hips and cupping his balls. He

watched her, just as much pleasure coming from the sight of her at his feet

as from the actual sensation of her mouth on him.

He kept his hand beneath her chin where he could feel her pulse pounding,

and his cock sliding along her tongue. The sound of her panting breath was

music to his ears and his cock swelled. She was working so hard, such a

good girl. Such a sassy, sexy, horny, adventurous girl.

Karl's breath caught as his hips thrust forward, everything inside him

centering on his cock as pleasure exploded and he gave her all he had.

"Yes, my girl," he cried as she swallowed. "Take it all."

Tremors rippled through him as she continued to suckle him, gently cleaning

him before she stood slowly. When she was at her full height she reached

up, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. He tasted

himself on her tongue as it swept between his lips and into his mouth in one

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fierce move. Then she was done.

She stepped back, a fingertip wiping the corner of her smiling lips. "I
will
do anything once," she purred before spinning on her heel and walking away.

"Call me," she shouted over her shoulder before she disappeared around the

corner of the building.

A laugh bubbled up inside of him and he let it roll out. She was certainly a

handful. A very pleasurable, and deliciously wicked, handful.

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A
fter fighting his inability to concentrate all day, Karl put his laptop in

his briefcase and left the office early.

"Go home early, Graham. We'll work on the Zebrowski papers first thing in

the morning," he said as he headed for the door.

Karl was already halfway down the stairs when the door swung shut, cutting

off Graham's exaggerated whoop of pleasure. He didn't know exactly where

he was going, but he needed to get out of that office. He needed to breath, to

think…to relax.

He stowed his briefcase behind the truck seat, climbed in…and sat behind

the wheel. He loved his house. It was his private haven, his comfort zone, but

it wasn't where he wanted to be right then either.

With a twist of his wrist the truck was alive and he aimed it north. He needed