Caught off Guard

Excerpt:
“You asked to see me?” Despite the fact that the woman of his dreams stood there looking at him dressed only in a towel, with a heat in her eyes that would burst any thermometer; despite the fact that in about three seconds he would have a very visible pop-tent going on with the towel because of that look; that was the part his shocked mind latched on to. He even forgot that Barrett and Shannon were still in the doorway watching with wide eyes and amused expressions. She had asked to see him. Holy shit!

“I wanted to thank you for putting out the fire at my parents’ house,” she said, and he felt his dick sigh in disappointment. She wanted to thank him. Not invite him to that house for a dinner that would lead to hot, slippery sex in the bedroom. Which would then lead to another night of hot, slippery sex and another and another. Which would then lead to him asking for her hand in marriage and a lifetime of nights of that hot, slippery sex.

He looked at her—at her long blond hair, sweet rounded breasts that stretched the material of her maroon crop top, the gold loop bellybutton ring that showed above the very low cut waistline of her very short shorts—and wanted to cry. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Barrett tap Shannon on the shoulder, cock his head, and the two tiptoed out of the doorway leaving him alone…with her! He was alone with Veronica Abbott in the locker room of the station house wearing only a towel and she…He looked down her body again. Hell, she wasn’t wearing much more than he!

The realization of that shocked him into confusion. The Veronica Abbott he remembered would never be dressed the way this woman was. She would never be standing in front of a man who wore nothing but a towel and looking at him as though she willed that towel to drop, either.

“I should get dressed,” he said quickly and turned to walk to his locker.

“Don’t do that on my account,” she said, and he stopped, turned. Though he had only taken a few steps, she had followed. She stood close, too close. When she spoke, her voice reverberated with arousal. “I like you this way. Although, if you want my opinion, I think you’re still wearing too much.”

Dean was flabbergasted. Sweet Jesus, the woman was coming on to him! His wildest, most crazed fantasy was coming true—no, even his fantasies couldn’t have created a moment like this—and he was too stunned to know what to do. He stared down at her, knowing all his bewilderment and shock were etched in his expression, and waited. For what, he didn’t have a clue.

She laughed. The sound was both musical and sultry. No doubt, the woman could make a fortune on one of those 900 sex lines. “Dean Wolcott, you’re looking at me as though you aren’t sure if you want to rip off my clothes or run for the door.”

“I’m not sure,” he admitted when he finally managed to find his voice.

“Lacy told me you aren’t the wild adventurous boy you once were, but I didn’t believe it.” She stepped even closer until their bodies touched. He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the subtle hint of her sweet perfume.

“I’m not that boy anymore, Veronica.”

She clucked her tongue, lifted a hand, and trailed a fingernail down the center of his bare chest igniting a blazing fire in its wake. “And isn’t that a shame. You know, I always had the biggest crush on you.” Her finger stopped when it reached the barrier of the towel, paused, and he felt his eyes widen before the finger began slowly moving up again. “But you never would talk to me. Why was that, Dean?”

“I valued my life,” he said, his voice husky to his ears. God, she drove him mad! He fisted his hands at his sides to keep from touching her, because once he got his hands on her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to pry them off…ever! “I may have been a bit wild, but I didn’t have a death wish. Your parents would have had my head on a chopping block for even trying to get near you.”

“But my parents aren’t here now. They have no control over me anymore.” She flattened her hand on his chest, slid it down again. But this time she didn’t allow the towel to stop her descent. She continued, and when her fingers wrapped around his cock, he felt his breath lodge in his throat.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered as her hand began to stroke him.

She smiled up at him. “Not quite, but I guess you can call me a goddess if you wish, though Veronica will be sufficient enough.”

“Veronica, what—” She squeezed his dick, not too hard but just enough pressure to have his eyes rolling back in his head…and he completely forgot everything. He forgot that he was in the locker room of the fire station where one of the guys could walk in at any given time, that he was completely naked with his dick in a woman’s hand, that the woman was Veronica Abbott—a woman that he had no business being within twenty feet of much less close enough to have his dick in her hand—and lost himself in the moment.


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ADULT EXCERPT
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Contains explicit adult language and sexual content

She was naked now and sprawled on the narrow staircase. He sat on his knees on a step below her, his hands easing up her legs, moving between them, spreading them until her pussy was open and on display.

“You are so beautiful.” His whispered words sounded awestruck, and she felt a surge of pride rush though her. He wasn’t the first man to tell her she was beautiful. She had heard it most of her life. So much so that the words came to have no effect on her. Except when they came from his lips, when they were spoken with such heartfelt emotion, when they were spoken in such a moment of intimacy. It wasn’t simply a compliment or flattery when he said it. He really and truly meant it.

His fingers found her pussy lips through the mound of blond curls and held them open. Then he leaned into her, licked her with the tip of his tongue, and she gasped, squirmed, trembled.

“So beautiful,” she heard him whisper again, and he plunged his tongue inside her. She nearly came off the stairs from the shock of it, the sheer electrifying fervor of it. He licked, fucked, and tormented her with his tongue until she was mindless. She wanted to rear up on her elbows, wanted to watch him as he feasted on her, but her bones felt like jelly, her muscles useless. Somehow, one arm did move, her hand coming to rest on his head, pushing his face into her. She felt his tongue slide out of her sopping hole to lick over her clit, and she exploded with little warning. She began to jerk, groan, her pussy pulsating from the orgasm and his tongue returned to her hole, slurping up her cum as it gushed from her like a river.