Her Chance Encounters by Ruby Caine

natural figure was why women flocked to plastic surgeons to pay to achieve. Had the woman at his side not claimed his every waking thought, he would probably be trying to get this lady's number. As it was, he had a few friends who would be indebted to him for an introduction to this hot little number.
    "We've already, met Chance. Tell me, how did it feel to meet a genuine ghost? Don't be nervous about sharing your experience with me. I won't judge you negatively because of it. You'll find I am more open to things like this than others."

Eight
     
    Brushing his teeth that night, Chance kept giving Adrienne nasty glares as she stepped out of the shower. She set him up, pure and simple. Tomorrow he had to spend another day visiting with Lenore again, thanks to his woman's sneaky tactics. Rinsing, he turned to share his frustration.
    "You were right, you know?"
    "About?" Adrienne was careful to keep a safe distance between them as she toweled off. Maybe he was getting over his little snit about her sharing their encounter with the ghost of her uncle. Actually, he seemed more pissed off about not recognizing Lenore. He should be thanking her for helping him learn the evils about judging people by their appearance only. Shit, she forgot all about the kick she gave him.
    "Corporal punishment does not always work in this day and age. Looks like I will have to find some new ways to modify your sassiness."
    His long legs eliminated their distance in seconds. Yanking off the towel she had wrapped herself with, he tossed her over his shoulder and faced the mirror. He ran the fingers of his free hand over her smooth, slender backside. The spoon had left a few oval bruises. "Then again, maybe I just stopped too soon again."
    Punching him with the side of her fist, Adrienne protested. Darn it, she wished she had been able to wear those sexy ruby boots tonight. Don't mention the kick, she told herself. Maybe he forgot about it. "You did not say I could not tell Lenore about Stanislaus. You just made us promise not to discuss River Oaks." It was a faulty excuse at best, and he reached up to smack her backside again.
    While she could not see it, Chance enjoyed watching the flesh on her ass bounce on impact. The area turned white first, then a satisfying red. It resembled a brand, marking her as his own. "We encountered old Stan on River Oaks property. That makes discussing him a form of breaking your word. The only question is how you are going to pay."
    Adrienne reached down to release the towel knotted at his waist. His taut ass gave her naughty ideas. "How about I show you how sorry I am?"
    Carrying her to the bedroom, he considered her offer. "It would take a lot of effort to convince me you are sincere and not just horny." Putting her down, he kissed her throat.
    "What if I'm both?" she asked, slowly lowering herself down his body. Soon her hands were cupping him. He guided them, teaching her how he liked her to stroke him and how much pressure to apply. Chance’s head leaned back when she tasted him. Her tongue was hot as it sampled him before welcoming him inside her mouth. Unsure of this new form of love making, she fumbled a bit, but her efforts still managed to drive him crazy.
    About to climax, Chance did not want to shock her by exploding inside her mouth this first time. He could help her learn to do so on another day. Right now, he wanted to make her ache for him as much as he did for her. Chance pulled her up for a deep kiss before backing her to lie on the bed. He followed her there, entering her in one, swift push. She was hot and ready for him. Grabbing her hips, he pounded in and out of her. He yanked her legs up and encouraged her to wrap them around him. The bed protested with loud squeaks and he entered her faster and harder.
    Adrienne's toes started to curl as she felt herself ready to explode, but Chance ordered her to hold off. "Not yet. Don't give in to the wave yet. I want us to go together this time." The need to