Page 9 of Wilde Nights in Paradise

Libby chewed on her lower lip, naturally drawing his gaze to her mouth. Christ, the dreams he’d had about that mouth… He could still taste her, too, from his earlier attempt at playing his part, which didn’t help dull the throb of need behind his fly. He remembered exactly how good it was between them and wanted that mouth on his again. And on other, lower portions of his anatomy.

“Meet me in the parking lot after work,” she said finally, interrupting a particularly X-rated fantasy that had to do with her lipstick and his cock. “Jude, hello, did you hear me?”

“Er, right.” He shook himself. “Parking lot. Gotcha.”

“Five. Don’t be late. I need to get home.”

“Sure. See ya around.” He gave a dorky half wave as she shook her head and opened the door. Cursing at himself, he stood in the empty conference room and shut his eyes.

See ya around?

Shit, maybe hewasmentally stuck in the fifth grade. Where was his head?

Okay, dumb question. As soon as he’d seen Libby again, his brain had migrated south. She just looked so good, all curvy and womanly, and the fire in her eyes every time she looked at him…

Damn.

She’d always been fierce, but as a young college co-ed, she’d kept it carefully leashed and hidden behind a sweet exterior. At least until they hit the sack, and then she’d rock not only his world, but his whole freaking solar system. Adult Libby—now she was something else. She all but crackled with passion. Made a guy wonder…

And fantasize…

And lust…

Oh, man. He needed an ice bath, a-sap.

Chapter Three

“You’re still here?” Libby stopped short in surprise when she exited her office to find Jude camped out on the floor beside her door, his long, jean-clad legs outstretched, his head tilted back against the tiled wall. His eyes were closed until she spoke, but he hadn’t been sleeping. He thrummed with suppressed energy.

“Where else would I go?” he asked.

“How about away?”

Jude released a long breath. “Christ, woman, you really know how to hold a grudge.”

“And you really know how to break a young girl’s heart.” He opened his mouth to reply, but she didn’t want his excuses. She didn’t care to think about the catastrophe that was their past, didn’t know why she’d felt the need to bring it up, and shrugged as if it all meant nothing. “Just…forget it.”

“For now,” he said.

Lovely.

On his lap lay a closed folder, and she didn’t have to strain to guess what it was: her dossier. She nodded toward it, desperate for a subject change. “Learn anything interesting?”

“Yeah.” He smacked the folder against his palm and pushed to his feet. “You father is right to worry. You’re not taking this threat seriously enough.”

“C’mon. Not you, too. It’s all harmless crap.”

“It’s escalating.”

“That’s bull.”

“Go over everything for me,” he commanded. “From the beginning. When did it all start?”

She faced him as disbelief roared through her. “You can’t be serious.”

“I rarely am, but in this case…”

“Well, I don’t want to talk about it. You and Dad are worked up about nothing, and I refuse to give this…stalker…one nanosecond more of my time.”

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