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  Feeling cornered, she lashed out at him. “It’s my birthday. My friends and I want to have some fun.”

  Kyran had the audacity to glare, his sexy scowl making her slit so wet, she feared he would see the wet spot on her leotard. She refused, absolutely refused to squirm and give herself away. “If you think I’m going to sit back and let you put dollar bills down some other guy’s jockstrap, you’re wrong.”

  “Think they wear G-strings or something to show off what they’ve got. It’s not every day a woman gets to appreciate a well-endowed man for her fortieth birthday.”

  Kyran growled, catching her about the waist. Her heartbeat slammed inside her chest as he wrapped her closer and slanted his mouth over hers. She wrestled him and her costume for all of about two seconds before parting her lips and accepting his tongue.

  He didn’t just kiss, he dominated. She ignited. His tongue mimicked the thrust of his substantial, barely contained cock between her already damp thighs. The thin, stretchy material of the leotard pulled taut against her slit, causing her to gasp. He felt incredible, tasted like sin and mint and all male heat. His deep groan promised he knew exactly what he was doing to her, his hips pushing into her a little more.

  He drew her top lip between his teeth and feasted. “Damn,” he murmured between sucks and bites, frissons of sensation tickling her mouth. “I’d give my left nut to fuck you right now.” His tongue kept her from saying a thing. All she could do was hang on and kiss him back.

  With superwoman effort, she finally managed to move him back a little. “We can’t. Dammit, this shouldn’t be so hard!” she cried out, aware that she’d parted her thighs as much as possible, welcoming his jean-clad thrusts. She was thrusting right back at him, the grind of his pelvis against hers mind-boggling.

  If they kept grinding against each other, she’d climax. She was so close to the edge, she wanted to scream with the need to take him inside of her.

  “I’m hard, Anna, been this way since I walked in here.”

  She’d noticed. But she wouldn’t feed his ego. She had to retreat, to think, anything to keep from going too far too soon. “I’m not ready.”

  “Liar, you’ve soaked your leotard. Let me get this off you,” he tempted, grasping the material at her shoulders and starting to tear.

  “I like slow, patient, vanilla sex.”

  “Can’t promise vanilla, but next time we’ll go as slow as you want,” he drawled, his almost-buried Southern accent coming back because he was turned-on. She’d done this to him, made him want her.

  Heady with the reality of having Kyran seconds away from getting her naked, she held her breath. The leotard gave without a fuss, ripping down the center, her sports bra the only thing protecting her modesty.

  A click at the door behind them brought his head up, his nostrils flaring. “What the fuck was that?”

  “I don’t know. Could have been security checking on us.” Horrified at the thought of what they must have looked like to a guard, or anyone else, Anna wanted the floor to swallow them whole.

  He reluctantly let her go and went over to the door, looking out. “No one out there, hallway’s deserted.”

  He turned back and grinned, reminding her of an ancient conqueror who’d decided the fate of his captive as he closed the door again, leaning against it to bar the way.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m alone with the sexiest woman I’ve known, and no one is the wiser. Security won’t interrupt us this time.” He pushed away from the door, reminding her of a predator, sexual confidence dominating the room. “I intend to make you come on your birthday, many times.”

  “Stop right there,” she ordered when he stalked toward her.

  The damned costume and torn leotard hindered her for only a moment before she freed herself and fled for her dressing room. Grabbing a football jersey and holding it in front of her, she turned to find him right behind her.

  “I’m hot and sweaty. I’m not ready for sex games in the locker room with a super stud,” she said, gesturing toward the shower room. “I have about a half an hour before my friends start to worry.”

  “A little sweat doesn’t bother me,” Kyran claimed with that wolfish grin.

  “I’m showering, alone.”

  “Yes ma’am,” he said and took her phone, pressing buttons. “Anything I should do while you’re showering?”

  Blowing her tangled strawberry blonde hair out of her face, she conceded that fate didn’t want her to go to an all-male strip-fest for her birthday. “Look up Tracey Adams and leave her a message if she doesn’t answer.”

  “Anything else?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “What would that be?”

  “Wait out here ’til I’m done,” she said, slinging her small duffel bag over her shoulder. “At some point security will come around and kick us out, don’t want to be caught like this.”

  “Coward,” he said, showing no sign of irritation at her decision.

  She’d shut him down and he had to admit defeat. Anna brushed by him and closed the door to the shower room, remembering to lock the door.

  Chapter Two

  Freckles!

  Damn, knowing Anna James had freckles on her nicely curved shoulders, hips and long legs felt like a sucker punch to his gut. She had more freckles on her back.

  His cock lengthened, pushing against his fly. God, he wanted to fuck her and lick every freckle on her soft skin.

  He’d always loved redheads, especially green-eyed strawberry blondes. But damn if his school teacher wasn’t a firecracker waiting for a spark. He might as well accept what he’d suspected months ago, what he’d have known if she hadn’t given him the wrong phone number.

  Anna James was made for sex with him.

  She was as pretty as he remembered. She was tall, fit and everything he loved about a woman. Even now, minutes later, he imagined what it would be like to feel her full lips parting to receive his cock and had to adjust his fly.

  Needing Anna and a condom, he frowned when her phone vibrated. Caller ID showed Tracey Adams. “Hello?”

  “Ah…sorry, must have the wrong number,” a woman said.

  “Wait, you’re a friend of Anna’s, right?”

  “Who is this?”

  “Kyran Black.”

  “No way, like the football player?”

  “Only one I know of,” he answered.

  “Holy freaking cow, where is she? Let me talk to her.”

  “She’s in the shower right now.”

  “Listen, buster, I don’t care who you think you are. She’s supposed to be with us, get her on the phone.”

  “Sorry, not going to happen right now.”

  “It’s Anna’s birthday. We wanted to treat her to a special evening and she’s late.” Kyran heard voices and techno music pounding in the background. Female catcalls pierced his ears.

  “She’s spending her birthday with me. I’ll have her call you tomorrow morning.”

  The woman on the other end gave up trying to argue. “She’d better. My boyfriend’s a cop. If you hurt her again, you’ll have him to deal with.”

  “Anna’s safe with me. Have a nice night, Tracey.” Closing the phone, he pressed the off button and tossed it in Anna’s locker.

  A slinky black dress hung from a hook along with lacy garters, black stockings, silk panties and a strapless bra. Trendy fuck-me high-heels rested on a shelf. Anna was six foot, with legs that went all the way to heaven. In those heels, she’d be lethal.

  No way in hell was she wearing that little number to a strip club.

  Curious as to what she’d look like in the dress, he listened to the shower running in the next room. His cock leapt in his pants. Humming, he opened his fly and stroked himself hard and fast. He needed more stimulation to get off, but he wasn’t trying to jet, just ease the ache a little.

  Looking at the shower room door, he noticed the lock. Thinking it wasn’t sturdy enough to keep him out, he decided t
o mention it to security. Then again, he was there to keep Anna safe.

  Frankly, he was glad. His late-night masturbating with Anna’s name on his lips each time he’d come was over. She was showering in the next room. Would she wash herself with her bare hands or use some kind of puffy thing to scrub her pussy until it was pouting and swollen? Man, he needed to know and he needed protection.

  Leaving the locker room to get his wallet was not an option. Curious, he looked around. Against a wall by the desk was a coin-operated machine filled with first-aid supplies, tampons, shower gel, deodorant, disposable razors, shampoo and condoms.

  The vending machine had ribbed and extra-large ultra-thin lubricated latex. Perfect.

  Reaching in his front pocket, he found a couple of dollars and bought a pack of extra-large. Kyran tossed the box in the trash and stuffed three condoms in his back pocket. Needing some restraint, he adjusted himself and buttoned most of his fly.

  The water stopped running and he went to the locked door.

  Damn, he’d wanted to watch. Next time, he vowed, listening to her moving around. It sounded like she was trying to hurry.

  “Dammit,” Anna grumbled, crashing into something.

  “Careful, wouldn’t want your students to hear talk like that.”

  “I thought you’d be gone by now,” she called back.

  “I was told to call Tracey and protect your modesty. She called before I found her number, by the way. I told her you’d get back to her in the morning.” Looking for a key, he saw a small L-shaped wrench on top of the door.

  “Kyran, I told you to—”

  “Save it, Anna. I’m coming in.”

  “The door is locked.”

  Sticking the long end of the L shaped wrench in the lock, he heard the mechanism give. “Not anymore,” he said, opening the door to catch a glimpse of her bare ass just as she spun around.

  “Hey, get out!” Anna ordered.

  Kyran couldn’t move. Holy hell, she was gorgeous, hot, everything he wanted.

  Pink and damp from her shower, she’d been in the middle of scrubbing a towel through her hair. Wet strawberry blonde tangles fell to the top swell of her breasts, soaking her white and gold football jersey.

  Well damn, she looked sexy. Nylon and mesh hid nothing of those generous curves and her nipples pointed right at him. She wasn’t wearing panties, he’d caught a glimpse of bare ass. As many times as he’d had sex, he found his hands were shaking.

  “Son of a bitch,” he said, so hard now he hoped he wasn’t looking at irreparable damage. It was all he could do not to drop to his freakin’ knees at her feet. “You’ve got my name and number on your back.”

  Anna stood as still as a statue, a towel in her left hand. She was left-handed, like him.

  “You shouldn’t have broken the lock,” she said in the voice she probably used on her students.

  “Lock’s fine.” He tossed the wrench aside and headed for her. “You are fine, Anna James, very fine.”

  “You are too arrogant to notice when a woman isn’t interested.”

  Anna’s height gave her an advantage as the Griffin’s mascot. At six foot six, he was used to towering over opponents on the football field. Standing in front of her now, he felt like a conqueror.

  “Not interested? Want to bet your pussy is as wet and red as your hair right now?”

  “Stop it.” She dropped the towel and put up her hand.

  He didn’t stop until her palm rested square on his chest. His heart thudded. Shit, what this woman did to him, she’d no idea.

  “Stop what, sugar?”

  “Talking like…that.”

  “You don’t want to know that seeing you wearing my name is making me so hard I’m about to bust my fly? You’re all pink, freckled and aroused. Right now I want to drop to my knees and eat your hot pussy ’til you’re screaming and creaming down my throat.”

  Anna’s eyes flared wide, her mouth parting in invitation even as she shook her head. “I’m not the kind of woman you need, Kyran.”

  “Why, ‘cause you’re a teacher?”

  “No, I’m older than you and I don’t date men who talk dirty.”

  “Maybe you need a man to talk to you this way.”

  “That can’t be right.” She wanted him. He could see it in her eyes, in the way she shifted.

  “Anna, I see your inner bad girl,” he told her. “Let her come out and play. I want you to be dripping wet when I fuck you.”

  “You’re wrong. I’ve never been bad,” she said even as she shivered and clenched her thighs. “I don’t know what you expect from me. Just go. It’s for the best.”

  “Why, are you afraid I might be right?”

  “I’m too old to play sex games with you.”

  “You’re forty, not ancient.” Oh shit, it was Anna’s fortieth birthday.

  “Yeah, well, this morning my doctor told me I could go into perimenopause at any time. There’s no way to know for sure until it happens. I cry over kitten food commercials and microwave dinners because my chances of happily ever after are dying up faster than I am. Are you going to stick around for that?”

  “I’d like to have the chance,” he said, knowing he was treading dangerously close to commitment.

  “You’re only saying that because you want to get into my pants.”

  “Hell, woman, I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”

  “Kyran, it’s been a shitty birthday so far and…never mind.” Tears filled the corner of her eyes.

  If she cried, he was toast. “Anna, don’t you dare cry.”

  “Don’t shout,” she warned.

  Had he shouted?

  “Someone could hear you.”

  “No one’s around. Place is deserted.”

  “I’m just scared, Kyran. You’re larger than life.”

  Reaching out to take her elbows, he tugged her toward him. “Want to know what I think?”

  “Probably not.”

  “You need to forget what the doctor said. Forget everything that sucked today. Right now I’m going to make you come so hard that nothing else matters but that.”

  Anna shook her head, swaying toward him. “I can’t. We can’t. We officially went out once. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. I barely even know you.”

  “Get to know me. Let’s have tonight, wake up tomorrow in bed and go from there. You want me. Don’t deny it. Let me fuck you.”

  Tears slid down her cheeks and she turned away. “You can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re not an average guy and I’ll never be what you’ve known before.”

  “Thank God for that.” Moving behind her, he put one arm around her waist, the other around her shoulder, splaying his hand over her right breast. Her nipple poked his palm and he tightened his hand, brushing his hand over the nub. “I want you.” Hoping she didn’t know he was shaking, he stroked her, liking the way her breast spilled into his hand. His hands were big, able to handle her.

  “You’re crazy.”

  “About you, I am. I haven’t slept with a woman since I met you, Anna.”

  “Not possible, surely women have come and gone the last few months.”

  “Could have had a few,” he admitted “Thing was, I didn’t want them. I want you. Does that tell you anything?”

  She felt good in his arms. Tall as she was, her ass was pressed against his cock. Needing to feel more of her, he kept her wrapped close. Purposefully rubbing his erection between her ass cheeks, he groaned at the feel of jersey and her ass scraping his fly. His cock head was poking out the top of his jeans. He could feel her heat, her skin.

  “Shit.” He wanted to rip the buttons off, bend her over the nearest bench and fuck her ’til she came all over him, using her juices to wet the tight rim of her ass and finger-fuck her tight hole as his cock filled her pussy. He usually didn’t get off on anal sex, he was big and he didn’t want to hurt Anna. But yeah, he wouldn’t mind teasing her to see how wild she�
��d become.

  “Feel how hard I am? Every night since we met, I get off thinking of you, Anna. It’s your name I call out when I jet all over the fucking place.”

  “That’s because you didn’t reach home the last time.”

  “Want to repeat that?”

  “The security guard in the parking lot caught us at third base.”

  Trying not to laugh, Kyran enjoyed holding her for a minute. He couldn’t remember the last time he just held a woman. Truth of it was, he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to fuck her, turn her over his knee and spank her for giving him the wrong phone number. Then fuck her again.

  “You’re with a football player and you’re talking baseball.”

  “Don’t tease, Kyran.”

  “Okay, no more teasing,” he promised.

  Anna sighed and leaned back against him. Surprised that he wasn’t kicking and screaming for the door at the thought of what it meant to be with her, he kissed the back of her wet head and smiled. If they had sex it wouldn’t be a one-night stand, no way.

  He’d known it when they met. He’d been disappointed when he hadn’t been able to call her, finally deciding to give her time instead of using his contacts to find her. Tonight he knew why he stayed in California for most of the spring and early summer. He was cruising for the big C, long-term commitment, maybe longer.

  He’d had to get his head straight and come after her at the right time, which was now.

  “You should let go. My hair’s still wet and I need to finish getting dressed.”

  “You need to be naked. For now, let’s see how wet you are.”

  “Kyran!”

  “I’m here.” He wasn’t going anywhere. Not for a while.

  Chapter Three

  Having Kyran Black’s arms around her was heaven. Anna didn’t want him to let go. He was so strong and she knew sex with him would never be average or disappointing.

  “Kyran, wait,” she murmured, unable to think with her heart slamming in her chest and her labia fluttering.

  She’d felt his cock months ago with her hand. He was blessed with a big, thick circumcised penis. His glans had been so soft that she’d rubbed his pre-cum around the tip, the girth, that sensitive underside that made him hum when she touched it. He’d been so big she’d barely been able to wrap her fingers around him. Since she’d never been with a man like him, she didn’t know if she could take him.