Shockwave (Calendar Men: Mr. May) Read Online Free PDF

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    Hands went places they had no business going. His went up her skirt to discover the lack of undergarments beneath, which left no barrier to probing fingers. He slid a couple digits inside her to get his second surprise for the day—a pussy slick like warm cream to the touch.
    Lannie didn’t do much better with controlling herself. She cupped his cock through his jeans and lifted one leg to hook his ass and pull his hips to hers. Any second now, she’d climb him like a tree because that’s what cats did.
    By all means .
    He had one goal now. To fuck her. She hadn’t done anything to stop him thus far, so why should he hold back, even if the woman could be called the enemy?
    He shoved her skirt up her thighs, bunching it around her waist. Long and lean, Lannie’s legs could make a grown man weep by looking at them, and before Lannie left the closet, she’d have those impressive gams wrapped around his hips while he pounded into her. Reading erotic romance for the last hour had him ready to go, with lots of ideas about which direction he’d like to take things.
    When he pushed his fingers deeper, locating her sweet spot, and rubbed his thumb against her clit, she whimpered and came, pulsing and squeezing him, letting him know what she’d be like wrapped around his pecker. He twisted his fingers, sliding them in and out as if they were his cock. Juice ran down his hand and wrist. Damn, the woman dripped lust, and if he got any harder and didn’t put his dick to good use soon, he’d be lucky to walk out without a limp, or clean jeans.
    “I want to screw you,” he whispered in her ear, waiting for the green light to proceed—begging. No matter how hot she was, if Lannie said no, their encounter ended now.
    Lannie drew away, her body stiffening. “Tanner...I can’t. Not until I tell you something.”
    He closed his eyes, sucked in a breath of self-control, and tugged her skirt down. Damn, he wanted to fuck. Never had he a problem walking away, and from a woman who, in so many ways, was not his type.
    But he would stop if what came out of her mouth next was what he thought it would be. There were a lot of things pointing toward an unpleasant admission.
    In a matter of seconds, she’d gone from hot and liquid, coming on his hand, to stiff and frigid, like a chunk of ice in his palm. Her expression remained neutral, not giving away the thoughts rolling around in her pretty head.
    So close and amped up on adrenaline, he sported the king of all erections, and she’d decided to take the moment to talk? Tanner did his best to ignore the scent of sex filling his nostrils. Thinking about how close he’d come to scoring would make his situation more uncomfortable.
    One would think, with all the women throwing themselves at him, he’d get laid every night of the week. No, not his style. He didn’t do flings. After his last tour, he’d wanted a committed relationship, someone to come home to at the end of the day and hold when the times were good, but also when they were bad—and she , the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, had cheated on him.
    The magazines, newspapers, television, and Lannie’s damned story, all made him look like a player. Hell, he hadn’t had sex in over a year. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her he’d been dating his hand. Some player. And here he stood, in the closet with a woman who came the moment he touched her, had been hot enough to ignite the air. Ska-reeech , she put the brakes on, shutting him down.
    “You’re not going to like what I have to say.”
    Yeah, like he’d thought. “So spit out whatever you’re holding back because I have a feeling you’re right.”
    “I need you to do a photo shoot. I planned to visit you at the station next week, to talk about it. And, well...I didn’t expect to see you here, but I couldn’t let this situation continue until I told you, even though I want to take what we’re doing here further.” She held his