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CHAPTER ONE
MID AUGUST
“Paula, wake up,” Jackson Cagney said, pulling up to his condo and gently shaking the leg of the co-worker who’d asked to come home with him from their friends’ double wedding. She’d been totally flirty and into it at the reception, but had fallen asleep on the forty-minute drive back to his place. She stirred slightly as he opened the door and reached over her to release her safety belt.
Jackson breathed in deeply, and took a moment to reconsider. With her falling asleep on the drive, he wondered if he should just drive her home. He hadn’t seen her have more than a few glasses of champagne at the ceremony and she hadn’t seemed drunk, just like she was lonely and caught up in the romance of the wedding. He was very interested in her, and had been very much looking forward to all that the night promised, but the second thoughts were there. Did they have anything in common aside from work? He was pretty sure Paula was vanilla as they come while he was a 24/7 Master who needed a 24/7 submissive.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
He rested his hand on her leg, prepared to wake her up and ask for her address to take her home. He didn’t know how she would react when startled, but he was prepared for anything.Paula’s eyes flew open and, sure enough, her hand went for her gun, or rather where her gun would be had she been on duty.
Jackson chuckled. “Would you really shoot an innocent man for trying to help you out of a car?”
The next instant, Paula attacked him, but not in the way he had feared. She latched onto him and pressed her mouth to his. She was aggressive, biting at his lips and rubbing her body against his. His dick went from semi-erect to ramrod straight in seconds.
Okay then. So much for taking her home. He was human after all, and she was certainly willing.
On instinct, Jackson grasped her roaming hands and pressed them to her sides while their tongues dueled for dominance. He transferred her wrists to his left hand behind her back and used his right to hold her head at an angle more to his liking. Not wanting to physically overwhelm her, Jackson softened the kiss.
A shudder went through Paula, and Jackson could pinpoint the exact moment she let go and gave in. It was a heady, beautiful feeling to have her submit to him. She was his!
As sexy as this was, he needed to control himself or they would be fucking here in front of his condo for all to see. Mrs. Novak would definitely notice, because the woman never seemed to sleep and always knew all the gossip.
Jackson broke the kiss with effort, his breathing ragged. Paula was already reaching for him again, her mouth hot against his jaw, her hands wandering with purpose.
“Not here,” he muttered, glancing at Mrs. Novak’s lit window. That woman would sell tickets if she could.
Paula gave a breathy laugh and tried to pull him back down for another kiss. “Then move faster.”
He didn’t need more encouragement. Jackson yanked open the door, hauled her out of the car, and half-dragged, half-carried her toward the condo. She was relentless, and his kneesalmost buckled when she grabbed his ass and nibbled at his neck. If they didn’t get inside soon, they’d be putting on a show for the entire damn neighborhood.
As soon as he closed the door behind them, he pressed her up against it and claimed her mouth again. When she tried to wrap her arms around his neck, he intercepted them and pressed them above her head.
She stiffened for the slightest moment before she gave in to him—again.
Damn! If he wasn’t in the middle of it, he wouldn’t have believed it. Detective Sergeant Paula Stone was sexually submissive.
Jackson bent down and pulled her up over his shoulder.
“Hey.” Paula protested and tried to lift her upper body.
He almost lost his balance and leaned into the wall where his map of Middle-Earth hung.
Jackson swatted her ass. “Hold still,” he growled. “I don’t want to drop you.”
He grinned as Paula went limp against his back, like a rag doll. With his nose this close to her crotch, he could smell her arousal, and it made him aware of his own erect cock as the zipper pressed cruelly against his skin.
Maneuvering through the door and into the bedroom, he lowered Paula to his bed.
Fuck she looked good there, but they were both wearing far too much clothing.
Jackson had dropped his coat and tie long before they’d left the wedding, but he was still wearing his vest, dress shirt, and formal slacks. He unbuttoned the vest and shirt and draped them over the valet stand in the corner of his room. His slacks were next, and he groaned in relief as his straining cock sprang free.
Paula lay on his bed like a pagan sacrifice and smiled as she took him in. He stood taller, his chest rising with a deep breath as if her attention alone confirmed his own worth. She trailed her gaze down his body and halted at his groin. He liked how her eyes widened when she licked her lips. A drop of precum had already formed at the slit of his cock, and he used it as lubrication to work his hand up and down his shaft. She followed his every movement and raised herself onto her elbows to get a better view.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” he told her. “Rule number one: never wear more clothes than I do.”
Confused eyes blinked up at his statement, but then she scrambled to remove her clothes, dropping them next to the bed in a haphazard pile. Okay, she scored points with her prompt acquiescence to his order, even if her sloppiness would earn her a punishment in the future.
