Secret Weapon Spouse - By B. J. Daniels Page 0,37

even as he thought it, he knew he wasn’t going to tell his client. Another broken rule of his. Withholding information from a client.

Victor felt a rush of expectation. He’d been following this woman all over Miami. Finally he would get a look at her house. Not to mention, she would be home.

He felt a tightness in his belly. Normally, he didn’t desire women. But this one… This one was different. And he did like to take his passion by force on occasion.

Yes, he would break every rule tonight.

This would definitely be his last job.

He would end it with Samantha Peters.

Chapter Ten

The kiss was everything Samantha knew it would be. His mouth was warm and soft at first, tentative then insistent.

She’d wanted it, wanted him, wanted to feel his lips on hers. He was strong, his chest rock hard, and yet there was a tenderness about the way he held her, the way he kissed her.

At first.

Then he drew her closer until her breasts were crushed against his chest, her nipples as hard as pebbles and aching.

Desire raced along her nerve endings, heating her blood, quickening her pulse. She felt need rush to her center. Her breath came faster.

He deepened the kiss, the tip of his tongue brushing over hers. She felt a quiver of excitement as he shifted in the seat so his hand could cup her breast. His fingers brushed over the turgid nipple and she quaked at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

They were completely alone. Nothing could stop them from making love.

Samantha knew she should stop him. Stop herself. Nothing good could come of this. It was wrong in every way, given that he was part of a case she was working on. And she was lying to him about who she really was. Not to mention that he would end up hurting her. That was a given, wasn’t it?

But she wanted him as she’d never wanted any man. She told herself that if she could have him just for tonight it would be enough—no matter what the future held. She lied to herself because right now she couldn’t have stopped him if her life had depended on it.

He pulled her skirt up until he could reach under it. She felt his hand between her legs. He cupped her there through her panties and she pushed against him, needing him inside her.

His cell phone rang. He ignored it as he began to open the button of her suit jacket, his fingers working hurriedly as if, like her, he couldn’t wait to bare her breasts to his touch, to his lips, to his tongue.

The cell phone rang again.

She groaned and arched against him as his left hand cupped her breast and the other finished unbuttoning first her suit jacket, then her silk blouse down to the lacy black bra she wore.

She heard his intake of air as he saw the bra, saw the smooth white curve of her abundant cleavage, the nipples pressing against the sheer black fabric. His nimble fingers unhooked the front latch freeing her breasts.

He let out a groan as he dropped his head down to suckle at one, then the other.

He was working her skirt up, his hand snaking under her panties when the phone rang again.

With a curse he drew back and reached for it as if to turn it off. His glance fell on the caller ID and he swore again, his gaze coming to hers.

“It says caller unknown, could be the hospital. I have to take this,” he said.

She nodded when what she really wanted to do was scream. But the call might be about Caroline. Of course he had to take it.

She pulled down her skirt and drew her blouse over her breasts even though Alex had turned away from her, the side windows were tinted and there was only darkness outside, and she couldn’t see the driver through the privacy screen.

She placed a hand on Alex’s broad back, not wanting to break the connection between them and closed her eyes, the ache painful. She could still feel his mouth on her breasts. She was wet with need for this man. It had been so long and no man had ever made her feel like this.

She felt him tense under her hand and opened her eyes, knowing it was bad news. Slowly she removed her hand from his back and began to button up her blouse, then her jacket.

FOR A FEW MOMENTS, Alex thought he hadn’t heard