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thinking. She was just as edgy, needy, and horny as he was. Hell, she couldn’t keep her legs still. He knew what she wanted and he was more than willing to oblige.
    Besides, she was full of information and it was information that he might find useful. Carla Osborne had made a fool out of him and had taken something he had worked hard to gain. He was supposed to be the one in control of Osborne Computer Network. Clark had assured him that he’d had his sister under control and there was no way she would come into the family business. Not only had she come into the business but she had made a laughingstock of him in front of everyone at that board meeting, which was something he would never forget or forgive her for. No one made a fool of him. No one.
    He watched as Sonya took the last sip of her drink, draining the glass dry. He couldn’t help but wonder if she made a habit of drinking like this all the time, or if tonight she’d felt the need to drown in her sorrows. So far she had ranted and raved about her parents’ divorce and how her mother was driving her to drinking—and seeing was believing.
    “I want another drink, Dalton.”
    Sonya’s statement recaptured his attention. “No, I think you’ve had enough. It’s time for me to take you home.”
    “I don’t want to go home,” she said as her mouth tilted into a pout. A damn sexy pout at that, Dalton thought. He quickly felt an erection strain against his pants. A man could explode just from looking at her lips.
    He leaned toward her and whispered, “How would you like to go over to my place then?” He knew that after as many drinks as she’d had, she was pretty damn ripe for the pickin’ and juicy for the screwin’. He felt his control slip a notch. He needed to get her to his place and fast. He would give her what they both needed and he was determined to find out a couple things that he wanted to know.
    His body hardened when she placed a hand on his thigh, almost too close to the area that ached. “Now why would I want to go over to your place, Dalton?” she asked, her words slurred, her gaze bright.
    He leaned down and whispered an answer in her ear and almost lost it when in addition to the alcohol she had consumed, he got a whiff of her sexually frustrated flesh. The scent was hot and potent. There was no doubt about her being juicy tonight, and he had waited her out long enough. She was ready to roll and so was he.
    He straightened back in his chair. “So, what do you think of that idea?” he asked, watching her eyes widen in sexual wonder.
    “Oh, I think I’d like that.”
    He smiled. “Yeah, I figured you would.”
    They didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before Sonya was all over him. As soon as they got inside his SUV she threw herself at him and began pulling at his clothes, popping buttons and tugging at the zipper of his pants.
    Damn, double damn
, he thought, when she had worked his zipper down and began fumbling inside his pants. It was a rare occurrence to find a woman this ready and eager. The rest of his thoughts left his mind when she freed him and her hot, wet, and hungry mouth quickly took him in.
    Damn. Triple Damn
. He shifted his body to brace against his door as he caught hold of her head and held her to him. Sonya Morrison was giving blow jobs a whole new meaning when she dispensed with preliminaries, skipped the licking and stroking, and went straight to sucking, taking as much of him inside her mouth as she could. He was grateful that Sylvester’s had been crowded and the only parking space he’d been able to find was in the back, a good distance from the building and in a darkened spot.
    He couldn’t stop the shards of sensations that ripped through him. He was out of his depth with this woman and the only thing he could do was let her have her way with him now. But he would take over later.
    When he heard her moan deep in her throat he knew what was about to happen if he didn’t do something. When he