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Stepping into the apartment, she started the tour.

“The kitchen is on the left, with a breakfast bar between it and the living room.” She turned to gesture to her right.

“The bathroom is down here, full bath, and the bedroom is at the end of the hallway.” Now why had she suddenly remembered the bed at the motel room?

Nice firm mattress, not one of those high things you needed a stepladder to get on to.

“Damn!” She glanced around wildly. Had she really said that out loud?

“I beg your pardon?” Wyatt turned from his inspection of the fridge to look at her questioningly.

“Sorry. Was thinking of something else.” God, could this be any more awkward?

“Are there sheets and towels, or do I need to go buy some? I didn’t bring any with me.”

“I’m not sure. They’d probably be in the linen closet.” Fiona started down the hall, and suddenly Wyatt was right behind her. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, and a surge of erotic heat lanced straight to her groin.

She stopped in her tracks, closing her eyes as Wyatt’s arms came round to trap her against his lean body. She felt his lips brush across the back of her neck, before he nibbled on her earlobe, sending fresh curls of fire dancing down her spine.

She turned in his arms and opened her eyes to stare up at him. “We shouldn’t…”

“…but we’re going to.”

She sighed softly. “Yeah. We are.”

He lowered his head to sear a passionate kiss across her lips. “I’ll stop if you tell me to.”

She shook her head vigorously. “Hell no. But we should lock the door.”

He took his time claiming her lips before he let her go and hurried back to the door. She heard a faint click as he engaged the lock, and then he was back. He swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, tossing her on the bed.

Déjà vu!

She propped herself up on one elbow and watched as he stripped off his clothing with reckless abandon. “This is getting to be a habit with you.”

He tilted his head questioningly.

“Carrying me off and throwing me onto the nearest bed.”

He grinned. “As habits go, it’s not a bad one.” He produced a foil package from his back pocket. “And I made sure I restocked my supply of these.”

Fiona raised one brow.

“You know we used most of what I had last night.” Wyatt skinned his jeans down to his ankles and kicked them aside.

Fiona smiled. Once again, he’d gone commando. She sat up and pulled her top over her head, pausing to fold it neatly and lay it on the side table. This was her church clothing, and she had no intention of destroying it no matter how yummy the new custodian turned out to be.

Wyatt stood beside the bed and reached for the condom. “I love watching you take your clothes off.” He sheathed himself, then slid his fist from the base of his cock to the broadly flared tip.

Fiona smirked and undid the fastening at the side of her skirt. She paused for a moment, making sure she had his full attention before slowly standing on the bed and letting the silken material slide to a colorful puddle at her feet.

“Holy shit.”

Having Wyatt stand there too shocked to move was priceless. She’d worn a sexy new red lace thong under her outfit that morning, the naughty silk item making her feel secretly sexy. She’d felt a bit silly when she put it on, but now she was glad she had.

Wyatt shook his head. “You are one bad-assed office administrator.” He crawled onto the bed and grabbed her around the waist. “Get that luscious butt of yours over here.”

Flipping her over onto her belly, he slipped the scrap of lace off her before he pulled her up onto her hands and knees in front of him.

“I don’t do back door!” Fiona squeaked in alarm. He was way too big to even contemplate trying that.

Wyatt chuckled. “I bet I could get you to change your mind, but that’s not what I had in mind right now.” Reaching down between her legs, he stroked his fingers across her entrance. “You’re already wet for me. I bet you creamed up the minute you saw me standing in your office.”

He had that right, but she had no intention of telling him. The man’s ego didn’t need any help. “Nah. I just get excited when I get called down to the office. Flashback to my grade school days.”

“Hot principal?”

She laughed then, picturing the grizzled, gray-haired guy who’d spent most of her formative years handing out detentions in the hopes of taming her wild antics. “Hardly. Just the thought of how frustrated he was to see me was awesome.”

Wyatt smacked her bare ass with one hand. “Always been a bad girl, have you?”

Fiona snickered and waggled her butt. “What can I say? Bad girls have more fun.”

“Can’t argue with that one.” Wyatt removed his fingers and she felt the tip of his cock pushing through her folds. He spread her legs farther apart, before pausing. “You ready?”

She wriggled against him. “Damn right, cowboy.”

Wyatt growled softly, grasping her hips as he buried himself balls deep with a single hard thrust of his hips.

“Oh yeah.” Fiona let out a soft moan, shifting her hips to make sure she had every last inch of his magnificent cock. “Ride me, cowboy!”

“With pleasure.” Wyatt held her tight as he thrust again and again. In and out, circling around and slamming himself back home.

He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want gentle. She whimpered and squirmed under his rock-hard, muscular body as scorching darts of lust danced through her body. Again. And again. She just couldn’t get enough of this guy.

She felt the orgasm building, starting at her feet and washing over her in white-hot waves of sheer pleasure. Forgetting where they were, she opened her mouth and let out a wordless cry.

Wyatt thrust back in her one last time, wrapping an arm around her hips to hold her tight against him. They collapsed on the bed in a heap of tangled limbs, gasping for breath.

Fiona closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of a strong male body wrapped around her. What was it about this cowboy that didn’t set off her run-for-your-life reflex?

She felt his lips on her ear, nibbling, and she let out a soft sigh. If only they could just stay like this forever and ignore the real world. Reality sucked. She allowed herself a few more precious minutes of happy relaxation before disentangling herself from Wyatt’s embrace.

Wyatt sat up and stretched, which did nothing to help steel her resolve. The man must work out on a regular basis to keep all that muscle toned.

She stood and pulled her skirt back on, smoothing the matching V-necked pullover into place.

Time to create some distance between them.

She shook her head in what she hoped looked like confused dismay.

“What the heck? You’d think we were a couple of teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

I would be mortified if Mac found out. He’d be horrified, and I’d probably lose my job. ”

Wyatt looked skeptical. “I’m not so sure about that.

I knew Mac before he settled in to being a preacher and he’s not that naive.

He’s had his share of one-night stands. Besides, no one knows we spent the night together, or that we just hooked up right after that sermon on chastity and self-control.

Don’t sweat it. We’re human, and humans like to connect.

I think we just needed to get it out of our systems. Now we can go ahead and make like we just met. Mac won’t suspect a thing.”

He didn’t look as if he believed a word of his little speech, and she couldn’t blame him.

If the truth be told, she had a feeling they could do this every day for the next year and they’d still have a problem keeping their hands off each other.

There was just something that seemed to sizzle every time they were within sight of each other.

Maybe it was the way his eyes smoldered when he looked at her, or maybe it was all that muscle that felt so damned good without clothing on it.

Whatever it was, she could just about guarantee it wasn’t going to disappear overnight just to make her life easier.

Things didn’t work that way for her. Ever.

“So.” Wyatt pulled his shirt over his head and smiled at her. “Care to join me for a late lunch?”

Fiona shook her head. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You need to get your stuff and settle in. I’ll probably see you around sometime during the week.”

“You will?”

She nodded. “Of course I will. You live here now, and I’m the receptionist. I’m here five days a week all day long, as well as on Sundays. It’s going to be impossible to ignore each other.”