Fire & Desire (Hero Series) by Yvette Hines, Monique Lamont Page B

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    ~ML~
    “Wow, Tiffy, you look fabulous. I almost didn’t recognize you,”
Christopher said in a soft whisper as he came up behind her. She stood on the
outskirts of the dance floor, watching people move to the beat of the live
band.
    Tiffany drew in a slow breath, then turned around with a smile.
“Christopher, I didn’t expect to see you here. Things like this aren’t usually
your thing.”
    Looking at her with a conspirator’s smile, he said, “You know me
so well, Tiffy. Another reason why we’d make a great team. Anyway, now that I’m
running for congressman, it’s important for me to show face in the right
places. People in the BCS are heavy voters.”
    “That’s true and they’re pretty smart also.”
    “Humm,” he grumbled. “So what do you say about allowing me a few
moves with you on the dance floor?”
    The first thing that came to mind was to turn him down, telling
him she was working wouldn’t work. With the main part of the program concluded
and a few people having already left, it was a weak excuse. The truth of the
matter, she liked to dance, and even though Christopher was a very persistent
friend, she knew he would be safe.
    “Sure, that would be nice.”
    Tiffany allowed him to escort her to the dance floor and even
disregarded the cocky look on his face as he led her to an empty spot.
    She and Christopher danced to one fast song, then the band
switched to a slower ballad.
    She allowed Christopher to pull her in close and hold her. She
admitted to herself for a moment that it felt good to be in a man’s arms, even
if only for a moment.
    ~ML~
    Trevor stood holding a Sprite in his hand. As the carbonated
bubbles rose to the top, so did his anger as he watched Manning hold Tiffany in
his arms.
    He was supposed to be listening to Matthew Benedict, an alderman
and congressman hopeful from Texas, talk about the benefits of health care for
migrant workers in border States. It was known that Benedict’s wife was at one
time an illegal alien who had been trying to escape the border patrol in Del
Rio, Texas, when she jumped in his car at a gas station. Rumor had it he had
waited weeks before turning her in to the officials—only to marry her a month
after she was deported. That didn’t stop Benedict from lobbying to whomever
would listen. It was easy to tune him out.
    Trevor glanced around the room while he gave Benedict an
occasional, “Hmm, interesting…” or a “You may have a point there,” when he
spotted the couple on the dance floor.
    He had seen Josephine earlier that night but didn’t realize
Tiffany was there also. After their “date” two weeks ago, he’d learned about
their business Occasionally Yours and knew they managed functions such as this
one but assumed they alternated who showed up for the engagements.
    Tiffany looked sexy tonight. Her hair was in some type of up-do.
Different from the normal conservative bun she wore, making him desire to reach
up and remove every pin and clip until it cascaded unencumbered down her bare
back. Trevor’s eyes followed the curve of her spine. Her skin made him think of
caramel or toffee. He’d always had a sweet tooth for both. In the weeks since
he’d smelled her scent on the carousel, sweet musk, he’d continued craving her,
desiring to know what she tasted like. While in Vegas, the perfect opportunity
had been within his grasp, to spread her legs wide and sample until his lust
was slacked. Even if only temporarily.
    Tiffany was someone whom, if he ever had her, there would never be
an end to his wanting her. He would never get enough.
    Even at that moment, he recalled the sound of her voice begging
him to touch her.
    Trevor, I want your hands on me. I need them inside, she had cried. He had
given in to her request and touched her. Felt her slick wet heat surround his
finger as it slid inside. Felt her walls tighten and quiver around it. However,
the alcohol-induced memory was nothing compared to the memory of