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over. Was he asking her out on date? Before she could respond, react or even move, his lips covered hers.
     
    Her mind immediately grasped the fact that the entire downtown of Ann Arbor could see them sucking face in the vestibule of her office. Her manager would really not be pleased.
     
    Oh dear Lord.
     
    As he became more insistent, Sara responded, her psyche screaming with happy release. His lips were softer than she would have thought, but became increasingly more demanding that she share, open her mouth to him. She gave in, parted her lips, and placed her hands on his firm chest, and her last bit of resistance swirling down the drain.
     
    He licked her lips, nipped at her bottom one, and then swept inside, possessing her with his tongue. She gave way, fully aware that this guy, wanted by so many, held her, right there, and had reached under her hair to tug her closer. Sara had not fully acknowledged her level of own horniness until that moment -- when the man who represented everything so wrong for her, prepared to blow apart her world with the touch of his hands and mouth.
     
    Jack had kept his body slightly separate from hers during their initial contact, as if he might be gauging how she would respond before committing himself. Once she opened her lips and took his tongue into her mouth, he moved closer, grasped the back of her head with one hand, his fingers twisting and threading through her hair.
     
    Any hesitation he'd shown disappeared completely as he moved his mouth off hers. His other hand traveled the length of her back and reached up again to cup her head. He flitted over her ass, teased, seemingly determined to draw it out until she asked for more. Her traitorous arms wrapped around his neck, as she rose up on her tiptoes.
     
    Oh my God don't do this Sara. Just. Don't. 
     
    But the compulsion that had built over the past year commanded her, and she molded her body to his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. A loud knock on the glass made her jump away and run her hand through her hair as the college kid on the other side laughed and mimed a blowjob, until his buddies drew him away.
     
    She glanced up at Jack, saw that his skin flush, but with anger or passion, she wasn't sure. He smirked as he watched the guys' retreat into the soft Michigan summer night then turned to face her. His face remained inscrutable but when he turned that sapphire gaze back to her, she had to reach back and grab the wall or risk doing something truly alarming, like fling herself at him.
     
    Where in the hell had that come from?
     
    She shook her head, took a step back. Before she could speak, he was in her space again, running a finger down her face, Gentle, but without a doubt, in complete control.
     
    "Sorry Sara, I just couldn't help myself." His rough voice made her skin pebble. "Let's lock up here, you grab your stuff. We'll go somewhere for a drink."
     
    He followed her inside the second set of doors, close enough so she could smell him -- a new combination of soapy manliness, expensive cologne and lust. Her chest constricted. She had no business there, with him, reacting like that. Danger signals flashed in her vision. He reached up and flipped off the lights as she rounded the corner of the front desk on her way back to her office. She turned around to tell him not to bother with them, they kept that set on, and ran straight into his neck. He pulled her to him and muttered into her ear as she struggled to disentangle herself.
     
    "Shh...wait. It's okay. I've got you." His hands moved from her head, to her neck, down her back and cupped her ass. She reached up to grasp his head and force his mouth back down to hers, making a near animal sound in her throat as their tongues collided. She twined her hands in his hair, felt her nipples harden, begging for his touch. Primal need rose in her, nearly painful, making her squirm and clutch him tighter.
     
    His hand moved from her ass up to her shirt,