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  “Yes!” Her cry was uninhibited. Good thing she didn’t share walls with any neighbors.

  He sucked harder, loving the plump, sweet mouthful. Then he flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue and switched to the other breast. Her mewling sounds of pleasure grew high pitched. She moved one hand to hold his head firmly against her breast. With the other, she reached behind her to rub his erection.

  “That feels so good,” she said.

  No kidding. So good, in fact, he was going to come in his pants if she didn’t stop her caresses. “Gigi, stop. I need you too much.” He had to force the words out.

  He reached between them for the button of her jeans and her gaze met his, her eyes drunk with arousal. She sat up, moved his hand away and unfastened her jeans herself. Then she crawled off him to stand and strip.

  Not wanting to waste a second, Sean sat up and whipped his shirt over his head. He toed off his shoes, ripped off his socks and stood to shuck his pants. As he straightened, she took his erection in her fist and leaned forward to plant kisses on his chest. He combed his hands through her thick hair and palmed her head.

  “Jesus.” The expletive came out long and low. He allowed himself to revel in just a few pumps of her hand before he pulled it away. “As good as that feels, baby, I’ve wanted you too long to hold off much longer.” His put his hands at her waist and sat on the sofa, the action pulling her to stand between his spread thighs.

  Sean wanted inside her so badly it hurt, ached, but this was the first time he’d seen her naked, so he paused to admire her luscious body. He drank in the creamy skin of her breasts, tummy, hips and legs. Her rosy nipples were hard and glistening from his sucking. The auburn triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs hid treasures he was determined to explore. Thoroughly. He tilted his chin enough to meet her gaze, and her wide smile showed him how pleased she was he liked what he saw.

  She took the initiative to straddle him again, this time with her knees sinking into the sofa cushions on the outside of his thighs. His erection nudged at her folds and he could feel the dampness of her sex. She was wet and ready.

  “Damn. I need my wallet.” Here he was centimeters away from her opening, and just now remembering a condom? He’d never been so irresponsible as to go unprotected, but the passion this woman aroused in him couldn’t compare with his previous sexual experiences.

  “Wait, I’ll get it.” Grabbing hold of one of his hands for support, she lay back on his thighs and stretched over her head, reaching with her fingertips for his pants. Her position almost did him in. The soft mounds of her breasts with their aroused nipples pointed heavenward. And with her pink sex exposed.

  Christ.

  Too quickly she grabbed hold of his pants and he pulled her back up, ending his visual feast. Starving, he took her mouth in a ravenous kiss. She dropped the pants in their collective laps and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back as if she could go on forever. But he needed to sink his throbbing erection inside her heat so desperately he ached. By touch alone, he fumbled for his wallet and found the condom. Tossing all else off to the side, he broke their kiss. Since he only had one condom, he wasn’t going to chance tearing it.

  “Let me.” Her seductive purr froze his actions. She took the package and put the very tip in her teeth. Holding his gaze captive, she tantalizingly tore the corner of the plastic and then pulled the condom out. She scooted her bottom further down the tops of his thighs, again tempting him with a view of her open sex, and rolled the condom down his shaft. His hands went to her hips as she raised herself up on her knees and positioned the head of his penis at her entrance. Thank you, God, she wasn’t going to torture him with waiting.

  Although the apartment was cool, sweat beaded on Sean’s brow. Gigi met his gaze and slowly sank onto his erection, her eyes drifting shut and her head falling back. He let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding while she sighed aloud.

  “Jesus.” He growled again. Her inner muscles clenched him tightly as her ass came to rest on his thighs. He wanted to howl in ecstasy.

  Then she lifted her head and, holding on by gripping his shoulders, raised herself up on her knees and sank back onto him. He was lost in sensation as she continued to rise and fall along his shaft.

  When she leaned forward and nudged her nipple to his mouth, Sean sucked it inside as he would a rich, creamy confection. It took all his determination to stay aware of her needs as well as his own. He timed his draws on her breast with her movements, even as her rhythm accelerated.

  The moist, patting sound of her bottom bouncing off his sweat-dampened thighs echoed in the room, intensifying his excitement. He hoped like hell that she came soon, because he was ready to burst.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” she cried only seconds later. Sean’s moan of relief and satisfaction escalated into a roar of sexual demand. His fingers squeezed the flesh at her hips in a grip that marked her as his, if not physically, at least mentally. Two more powerful thrusts had him teetering on the sword edge of pleasure, then finally his body rocked with an orgasm unlike any he’d ever experienced.

  Chapter Twelve

  Gigi slowly came back to consciousness. Had she dozed? Sean had somehow shifted their positions and she lay sprawled on top of him with her temple resting on his smooth shoulder, her forehead under his jaw. If she relaxed any more, she’d liquefy. As she watched the slow and steady pulsating of the vein at the base of his neck, she thought perhaps the same could be said for him. Maybe more time had passed than she thought. His hands rested on her rear end, and he was no longer seated inside her, but she wasn’t certain whether or not he slept. She said nothing to rouse him, in no hurry to move.

  That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Of course she didn’t have a whole lot of lovers for comparison, but she knew what she liked. Gigi had never been shy when it came to love-making, but she had been selective in who she took as a lover. Only Heidi knew the real count was three. Oops, four now.

  His hands lightly squeezed her butt. “I’m going to need a minute to clean up.”

  She detected both satisfaction and fatigue in his tone. She rolled onto the sofa, bending her knees to get her legs out of his way. He grabbed one of her feet and tickled the arch. Giggling, she wrested it out of his loose grasp.

  “Don’t go anywhere,” he said.

  She lay sated, admiring the flex of his superior butt as he went in search of the bathroom. Since it was a one bedroom apartment, she didn’t feel the need to call out directions. Her eyes drifted closed, and she would have been content to spend the rest of the night right where she was.

  Sean was a terrific lover. That blessing was also now a curse. It would have been so much easier to work with him if she hadn’t found out firsthand that he could drive her to sexual madness. But, what was done was done. She hoped her budding feelings for him wouldn’t intensify simply because she’d let down her defenses once. Surely this one round of fabulous sex was enough to satisfy her sexual frustration and eradicate the dangerous notions that had taken hold.

  “Should we move to your bedroom?” She opened her eyes to see him hungrily eyeing her nude body. He was fully aroused.

  The sudden twinge in her stomach caught her off guard; he expected to have sex again. Not that she didn’t want to. Lord, it was so tempting. He was so tempting. But no. She couldn’t.

  She struggled to regain some of her resolve, telling herself this had been a one-time slip-up. An unplanned phenomenon. And now that all that pent-up arousal had been relieved, she had to jump back on the no-dating-coworkers bandwagon.

  She sat up, suddenly wide awake, and then rolled off the sofa, reaching for her clothes. The cami was inside out and so twisted she slipped just the blouse over her head. It might not be opaque, but having something on helped her foster the strength to look at him.

  “Sean, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about what just happened here.” Seeing his attention focus on her nipples, she crossed her arms. Then th
eir gazes met.

  “I’ve done this enough times to know what just happened, Gigi.” His tone couldn’t mask an obvious defensiveness. God, she had no idea he’d feel this way. Women were the ones who made assumptions about physical intimacies. Lord knew, she’d been battling dangerous feelings for Sean. But he was supposed to understand that although making love to him had been fantastic, there wouldn’t be a future between the two of them.

  “We had some fun, that’s all.” She hated the callousness of the comment; how bitchy the words made her sound. What had happened between them was far more than fun sex, but she had to stand tall or he’d know she harbored conflicting feelings. “We haven’t even dated.” If he worked anywhere but Newtown High she’d be willing to start a serious relationship—no matter what she’d told Heidi—but he didn’t. She loved her job and she wasn’t willing to screw it up for a nice guy she’d met a couple weeks ago. Last year the entire county had been buzzing about that coach and cheerleader advisor. And Al had made his feelings known about intra-office relationships during her interview. No, she had to make Sean understand that tonight had been an accident.

  “I kinda figured this was the beginning of us dating.” He looked pretty angry as he grabbed his clothes off the floor and started dressing.

  Okay, he’s getting ready to leave. Good, because she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it together.

  “We can’t. I can’t date a coworker. It always leads to trouble.”

  “Is this because of Al’s no-intra-office-dating policy?” Sean’s tone was laced with frustration.

  She felt her eyes bulge. “Al has a formal policy about it?” She’d thought it was just his personal feelings on the matter. Good God, what if he found out about tonight? Would he fire her even though he’d been pleased with the job she’d been doing?

  Sean ran a hand through his hair then held a palm up in a calming gesture. “Look, it’s not a district policy. It’s kind of his thing, and since he’s been athletic director since Reagan’s first term, he expects people to bow down to his whims.

  Shit! Al was going to find out. Fear welled up inside her. Annie was out of town, but what if Al decided to make a late night stop to knock on her door and saw Sean’s distinctive car parked on the street? Panicking, she gathered Sean’s wallet, shoes and socks and shoved them at his chest.

  “You need to leave.” She pushed him toward the door and then raced around him to open it. Since Annie’s was the only other door at the top of the stairs, she wouldn’t worry about her near nakedness. Unless her boss happened to walk up the steps.

  “Gigi, you can’t throw me out. We need to talk about this.” Although this disastrous ending to their evening was all her fault, she could tell Sean was working to control his temper. Damn it, why did he have to be so nice? It would be so much easier to throw him out if he’d just start yelling at her.

  “Al’s right. I shouldn’t start a romantic relationship with a coworker.” She gave him a final shove out the door. His bewildered expression instantly morphed to narrowed eyes and tight jaw.

  “So if we just fuck once, it’s okay?”

  The coarseness of his words blindsided her, and she steadied herself with both hands on the door, closing it swiftly in his face. She heard his mumbled curse through the wood and made herself move away, so strong was the urge to open the door and explain how wrong he was.

  Moments later his retreating steps echoed up the stairs. The tears that had filled her eyes overflowed. God, she’d made a mess of this. Keeping her hormones in control had never been such a problem before, but she’d never been attracted to anyone like she was to Sean. Knowing it would be a mistake to go to the window and watch him drive away, she numbly gathered her clothes. But at the rumble of the Corvette’s engine and squealing tires, she scrubbed at her tears with her sleeve and let loose with her own blue streak of curses.

  What the hell just happened? One second everything was frickin’ perfect—he’d thought he and Gigi were forging a special connection—and all at once she was throwing him out.

  Sean rolled down his window, letting air blast through the car. He was so frustrated, he wanted to floor the accelerator and drive until dawn, or at least until he forgot the whole encounter. But he knew there was no way he’d ever forget how good it felt to bury himself inside Gigi.

  Christ, he was still aroused. The way she’d looked, standing there wearing only that see-through shirt, her breasts heaving, all that smooth bare skin . . . He’d wanted to push her back against the wall and take her as if he were some sort of modern-day caveman. To make her as out of control as she made him.

  He took the turn into his driveway too fast. The short drive to his place hadn’t given him sufficient time to sort out his feelings. To go from such an incredible high to being tossed out like their used condom had him shocked, confused, embarrassed and a whole lot of pissed. He stalked out of his detached garage and up the back porch steps. The glass-paneled door rattled with his energetic slam.

  Five seconds later, he’d tossed his bag on the floor and was opening a beer. Downing the entire bottle in one long gulp—something he hadn’t done since college—did nothing to cool his anger. The same for the second bottle. Reaching for a third, he reconsidered. He was already miserable. Topping that off with a hangover would be masochistic. He’d have to rely on a cold shower to douse the burning in both his gut and his groin.

  Later, as he lay in his bed staring at the darkened ceiling fixture, he refused to let his thoughts drift back to the pleasure of their love-making. Instead he replayed the minutes just before she’d thrown him out. The fact that she considered their time together nothing more than a one-night stand stung. Not that he hadn’t participated in one before, but the rules had always been understood by both parties. This time he’d been clueless.

  Still, he regretted the cruelty of his parting words. He’d lashed out in anger. But the verbal attack hadn’t helped, and he felt like shit.

  We connected. I know she felt it.

  He pulled the pillow out from behind his head and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Part of him wanted to take Gigi by the shoulders and shake her until her teeth rattled. Another part of him wanted to seduce her. To tie her to his bed and make love to her over and over until she admitted what they both knew was true. Their relationship deserved a chance.

  A third part of him, the one already winning out, wanted to put the whole God-damned mess behind him. After all, he didn’t need this added stress. Just because Butch had been eligible to play this week and they’d won the game didn’t mean it was going to be smooth sailing from here on.

  It sure as hell would be nice if tonight’s win motivated Al to lighten up a bit.

  Al. Sean suddenly recalled the panic on Gigi’s face when he’d mentioned the director’s policy about intra-office dating. Her eyes had widened to twin spheres, and she’d totally freaked out. Obviously she hadn’t gotten the same lecture he had on the subject. Why the hell not?

  Shit, it didn’t matter. The whole thing was a non-issue. She’d made it crystal clear they were going nowhere. And with nothing between them, both of their jobs would be secure. He wouldn’t tell anyone about tonight, but it was going to be a kick in the gut seeing her day in and day out knowing that what he’d tried to offer her—a serious, possibly long-term relationship—had been thrown back in his face.

  Despite her misery, Gigi filled her weekend lining up parent volunteers for the sportswear sale. She spoke with Tony and, with L.R.’s guidance, placed an initial order for T-shirts and hooded sweatshirts. The sports season had already begun and to maximize profits, they were going to start selling what Tony had ready at the next home football game.

  Although busy, she couldn’t keep her mind off Sean and the mess she’d made of the other night. Having been so wrapped up in the moment, and wanting him more than any man she’d ever met, she’d pushed aside all common sense. When it came to Sean, she’d ended up having less willpower than a shopa
holic at a going-out-of-business sale.

  She straightened her stacks of papers and slid them into her bag. Not hungry, she poured an iced tea and curled up in one of her wing chairs. But as she looked at the empty sofa, all she could see was Sean sitting there naked.

  How was she going to face him at work tomorrow? How could she mask her longing? Her regret. Regret both for hurting him and for not being willing to buck Al’s dating policy to explore a personal relationship. But a relationship wouldn’t have worked. Whenever she’d allowed a friendship with a coworker to take even a baby-step over the platonic boundary, that move signaled the end of her job. And this was the first position she’d ever had that she was willing to make sacrifices for. Not that her stand made denying her feelings for Sean any easier.

  Gigi rose and dragged herself into the bedroom, sliding open her closet door and scanning her clothes. Accessorizing calmed her nerves so she’d try combining separates.

  He must hate me.

  But Sean wouldn’t say anything to Al. That would harm him as much as it would her. And even if that wasn’t the case, he was too honorable a man to sabotage her job. That was one of the reasons she was so attracted to him. The guy was constantly going out of his way to help people. He uses his free time to tutor one of his players, for goodness sake.

  As they’d done numerous times the past two days, tears threatened to fill her eyes. But just as persistently, she blinked them away. After Sean’s parting words, she’d cried her yearly allotment. But no more. Let him think what he liked. In a twisted kind of way she was glad he believed what so many others did, that she was free and easy with her body. Maybe he’d make it easy and steer clear of her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Is Al around?” Fred propped a polyester clad thigh on the corner of Gigi’s desk. It wasn’t even lunch time and he already sported a mustard stain on the belly of his golf shirt.