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“Sweet Jesus, Rachel,” he gasped, tangling his hands in her hair. Even the palms of his hands felt aroused by the feel of her thick curls.

She might have said something, but the words came across as a vibration against the skin of his erection. He sucked in a lungful of climate-controlled air. Was it getting hotter in this elevator, or was he simply combusting under the wet suction of her mouth?

He wanted to be inside her, to plunge into her, spear her on his cock and drive her over the edge, make her fill this silence with wild screams. But one more thought surfaced through his feverish lust.

“I thought small spaces were a problem for you.”

She drew back in surprise and looked up at him. His gaze fastened onto her mouth, wet and ripe from his cock. With a slightly puzzled look, she ran her tongue across her lips. He cursed himself for being the world’s worst idiot, for interrupting one of the best experiences of his life.

A little pucker appeared between her eyebrows. “They are. But I wasn’t thinking of this as a small space. I was thinking of it as the place where you are.”

God, I love you. The words blazed across his mind without conscious thought. They almost spilled into the quiet elevator cube, but he managed to keep them to himself by pulling her to her feet, lifting her up, yanking down her leggings, and losing himself inside her.

Chapter 25

Rachel cried out as soon as Fred’s hard length touched her core. She felt as if she was being showered with a million sparks. It wasn’t an orgasm, at least in the usual sense. It was more of an all-body transformation, as if her ordinary flesh and bones had been changed to something made of fire and stardust.

With her body still wrapped around him, pinned against the wall, Fred yanked up her shirt with his teeth. Every stitch of her clothing felt claustrophobic, an unwelcome barrier between them. When her shirt was out of the way, he consumed her breasts, one, then the other, practically inhaling them into his hot mouth. Excitement screamed through her, a roller coaster off its tracks. She tugged at his shirt, dug her fingers into his hair, writhed against his strong hips. She felt completely out of control, with no memory of what control even felt like.

She wasn’t alone; the tendons along Fred’s neck strained tight, his arm muscles bunched hard as iron. His whole body vibrated against hers, the need and power pouring off him. She wanted to eat him alive, every bit of him. She buried her face in his shoulder, glorying in the slick skin over solid muscle. Urging him on, she bit the thick bulge of muscle, not hard, just enough to fill her mouth with his scent and taste. I want you, that bite said. I want you now, forever, again, again …

He responded with thrilling decisiveness. Shifting his grip on her ass, he tilted her just so, spreading her thighs to spear her hard. She cried out again, the sound muffled by the flesh of his shoulder. He took her deeper than she’d ever gone, deeper than she’d ever imagined going.

“Fred, Fred …” she heard herself whisper hoarsely. And then she was gone, flying over the rooftops, tumbling end over end in a mind-emptying flood of pure joy.

He came too, one hand still under her rear, the other braced against the elevator wall. She used the strength of her thighs to cling tightly to his hips, so he wasn’t bearing the entire burden of her weight. Bent over her, his body shaking with great shudders, his eyes half-shut slits of shining darkness, he rode his orgasm to its world-rocking, bone-shaking end. He was entirely focused on exploding inside her, and the thrill of that gave her another aftershock of pleasure.

Afterward, they both slithered to the ground in a sweaty heap. The tang of sex floated in the still air of the elevator, mingling with the lemon polish the cleaning crew used on the walls. The sound of their pounding heartbeats seemed to echo in the confined space.

At first it felt completely right to sit in silence, as if both of them needed time to put themselves back together. But then the silence started to feel uncomfortable. Rachel had never let a man take her to such a raw, exposed place before. What did one say after something like that?

Finally Fred broke the ice. “Damn, Rachel, you sure know how to welcome a guy back to work.”

She giggled, snuggling her face into his chest. So inappropriate, and yet so perfect. “We try here at Kessler Tech. I can’t say that I’ve ever tried that hard before.”

“That’s very good to know. Can you move yet? I think I’m back up to about sixty percent functionality.”

“What if I don’t want to move?” She snuggled deeper. Truth was, she never wanted his arms to leave her.

“You don’t have to. I’m the man around here. I got this.”

Smothering a laugh, she pointed to his pants, which were still halfway down his thighs. “Like that?”

“Try to get your mind out of the gutter,” he said sternly, refastening his pants. “And please cover yourself so I can concentrate.”

“Right. Sorry.” She pulled down her top, the soft cotton providing a sweet thrill against her still aroused nipples. “Carry on.”

He wrapped his arms around her and, bearing her full weight, lurched clumsily to his feet.

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