Page 59 of Mr. Scandalous

“What’s this?” he asked, surprised to find his voice coming out reedy and tight. “What’s going on?”

“No talking.”

Randy stared at her in disbelief. Whowasthis woman? He’d known Jill for over a year, and as it turned out he didn’t know her at all.

Luckily, the bathroom was empty. She led him into a wide stall and locked the door behind them. Prudence urged him to set her aside and bolt from the room, but he didn’t stand a chance in hell of making his legs move when she was rubbing her breasts against his chest and unzipping his zipper.

Every nerve, every muscle, every cell in his body strained toward her at the same time she pushed him against the wall of the stall with a desperate, unexpected strength. She plastered her long, lean body against his, wound her arms around his neck and wrapped one leg around his waist.

“I’m not wearing any panties.” She hissed through her teeth.

Randy growled low in his throat and surrendered to her daring. He inhaled her scent, at once familiar and different. New cologne, new clothes, but beneath it all, the woman he loved. A woman with unexpected tricks tucked inside her silky sleeves.

Her breasts flattened into his chest, burning him through the thin lace blouse she wore and proving to him she was braless.

He plunged his tongue deep inside the warmth of her mouth. She tasted of heated butterscotch but sweeter, slicker, hotter. He couldn’t get enough of her flavor, all Jill and yet not. He cupped the back of her head in his palms, keeping her pinned into place while he pillaged her mouth.

A year’s worth of celibacy exploded into a crazed, blind intensity he could not control. Jill attacked him. Shoving his jeans down over his hips, running her hands over him, nibbling his neck.

Her wild movements drove him insane. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Wasn’t how he’d planned for their first time.

Plans were made to be broken.

“Take me now!”

Yes. Yes.

He didn’t think. He just lifted her up by the waist, while balancing himself precariously against the stall door, and lowered her down onto his throbbing erection.

She was wet and slick and ready, but when he met with resistance, he stopped, suddenly confused. What were they doing?

“Don’t stop.” She clawed his back. “Give it to me. Now! I want you.”

Her rabid lust took possession of him, swept him away. If this was what she wanted, he would give it to her. He pulled her down tight on him.

She cried out. “Oh, oh!”

“I’m hurting you.”

She thrashed her head. “Keep going. I want this. I want you.”

He stared into her face and his heart tore as realization dawn. “Jill,” he said. Tears welled up in his eyes and jumbled emotions ripped through his chest. “Are you a virgin?”

ChapterFourteen

“Tell me your secrets,”Alec whispered to Eden in the dark.

They lay cuddled together on the bed following their session of body-numbing, mind-blowing sex, and Eden had been trying to work up the energy to pry herself from his warmth and go home.

“Huh?”

“Your secrets. What are they?”

For one long moment she feared he was talking about her scar. Her breath ran from her body in short little gasps and her heart rate sped up. She opened her mouth to tell him about the fire and the night that had changed her life forever, but no words came out.

And then she realized that, despite what they’d shared, despite the fact she liked him far more than she should, she still was not ready to tell him about that. She still did not trust him completely.

Would she ever?

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