After the Morning After
his shirt to pull him closer. There was no point in fighting it when she wanted it so badly.
    The kiss was greedy and long overdue.
    Jay moaned when she bit his tongue and then sucked on it some more. She’d been the same that long ago night —rough and greedy. Victoria knew he’d been surprised, but thrilled to finally have found a woman who could keep up with him and his appetites. Both of their appetites had been ravenous that night, just as they were on the verge of at that moment.
    Jay eased back and leaned his forehead on hers. “Wait a minute. First things first, Doc,” he said between huffing breaths.
    Victoria had been pressing more kisses to his mouth, and now she frowned. “What do you mean?” she asked and shivered when she felt him breathe in the scent of her hair. He’d done that a lot that last night that they’d been together.
    “I came here to talk to you about a business proposition,” he said right before he bit her bottom lip and sucked it between his teeth.
    Victoria’s brow furrowed in confusion. “A business proposition? What are you talking about?” She moved her hands to his waist, where her fingers gripped for balance.
    “I’ll get to that in a minute,” he murmured between kisses on her neck. “Did you ever wonder why I was in that hotel bar that night, Vick? No, no,” he chastised her and tightened his grip as he kissed her some more. “Don’t stiffen up on me now.”
    Victoria’s eyes fell closed, and she dug her fingers into his waist when his lips closed around her nipple through her blouse and camisole. She tried to pay attention to what he was saying, and found it even more difficult when one of his hands slid up her thigh.
    “I was at the bar that night because I wanted to get drunk,” Jay admitted. “I’d made up my mind to turn in my resignation, and I was celebrating. In you walked like a breath of fresh air looking beautiful and tragic with your glistening dark skin and heartbroken eyes, and I was lost. I’d wanted to approach you since my first day here, but you gave off that unmistakable air of hands-off, so I stayed away. When you walked into that bar, though” —he paused to unbutton her blouse and kiss her lips—“I tell you…mmm.” Whatever he’d been about to say got swallowed in another kiss she’d initiated, but he never lost track of his goal and smoothly eased one of her breasts from her bra. “Hmm, I felt like the luckiest bastard on earth.” He kissed a trail down her neck, growling when she let her head fall back.
    Victoria moaned when his mouth closed over her bare nipple. She pressed her hands to the back of his head. For a man who appeared to do everything slowly, he had a beautiful knack for heating her up quickly.
    “And then we were in the hotel room,” Sanjay said and lifted his head. “And you were all over me, and I was all over you, and I thought that it was the beginning of something good.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “But I came out of the bathroom, and you were gone. Vanished,” he said regretfully. “And I felt like crap. And the calls, Vick, all those calls that went unanswered were like a punch in the face.”
    Victoria struggled to control her breathing and her emotions. He was making things too complicated. He was making her feel guilty. She couldn’t give him what he wanted, what she didn’t realize until right that moment that he desired.
    She closed her eyes in shame for a moment. Even now, all she wanted was to be beneath him. She grabbed his face with both hands to stop him from kissing her again. She looked into his eyes—eyes that were filled with lust and tenderness, and a hint of anger. “I told you then that it would be one night only,” she reminded him gently, “and you agreed. Now, if you don’t leave right this very minute,” she said slowly and softly, her breath feathering across his lips before she pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth, “I’ll have you forcibly removed.”

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