rocketing through her body and the sudden commotion of the book crashing to the ground, Kathy didn’t comprehend the situation until Sherri’s smug voice sent a sheet of ice water raining over the fires burning through Kathy’s body. Then in a flash, the reality that she was at the library, at work, and had allowed Jack to— Oh, God. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Everything’s fine. Miss Coben just had a moment.” That amused comment had Kathy’s frantic gaze lifting from its search for her lost underwear to focus on Jack’s.
Still hungry, there was a gratified confidence that reminded her of the biggest mistake she’d made. Seventy-two hours—there was no way Kathy would walk away unchanged. It would be the price she paid for messing with Jack, but then and there, Kathy swore a vow that Jack would pay, too.
That’s exactly why she stiffened up, plastering herself even harder against the shelf digging into her back as he bent to retrieve the book. She couldn’t breathe knowing his mouth was mere inches from where her pussy still throbbed with pleasure. Pleased but not satisfied, her cunt began to ache anew at the very thought that terrified her mind.
“I believe you dropped this.” Jack straightened to hold out the bait Kathy began to suspect he’d used to lure her into this corner.
“I believe that’s the book you were looking for, Mr. Daniels.” The reply would have come out a lot smoother if her voice had any strength to it. Instead of sounding like the accusation Kathy wanted, the breathless words made the statement come out way too suggestive.
Jack smirked, forcing her to take the thing. “I think I’ll finish reading it later.”
As much as Kathy might have wanted to respond, she got stuck watching him saunter away. Damn, but the man looked good going.
“I think that’s the book I intended to read.”
Sherri’s sharp comment had Kathy’s gaze jerking in her direction to find the woman had sidled up alongside her. There was no way that the other woman could miss Kathy’s condition or fail to guess at the cause. That didn’t mean Kathy had to stand here and be humiliated.
“Help yourself.” Pushing off the bookcase, she shoved the book at Sherri, pausing only a second before following Jack’s example and walking away. “It’s a little short for my taste.”
Chapter 5
What the hell had he just done? Jack asked himself as he stormed back across the parking lot. He’d come here to threaten and intimidate that woman into telling him just why she’d manipulated him last night into a drunken interrogation. More than that, he’d come to find out what the hell he’d told her. Unfortunately none of those memories had been jarred loose when Kathy had rounded the corner and slammed all those luscious curves flat against him.
Jack swore she did that on purpose as he swung himself up into his battered truck, another thing she owed him an explanation for. No woman rubbed against a man like that and didn’t know what she was about. She’d done it to him again, and apparently she’d done a really good job last night. Unless, of course, he’d hallucinated all the memories that had flashed through his mind in a lewd torrent. They made Jack hard in an instant—hard and more than willing to go for another round.
This time, though, he’d be in charge. That thought put a smile on Jack’s face as he considered what it would take to make Kathy talk. Hopefully she wouldn’t give in too soon, because Jack really wanted to watch all those luscious curves swinging as he spanked that ass. Once those soft globes were tanned red, he’d mount that sassy vixen and ride her until she told him every one of her dirty little secrets.
Jack grunted, shifting in his seat as he glared at the library. The sun reflected off the mirrored glass, blinding him, but Jack didn’t care. All he could see was the visions dancing through his mind of Kathy, stripped naked and spread out for his pleasure.
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