town was perfect. No strings, no requirements for relationship or mate choice. She was more than ready for a romp in the park and a little anonymous sex to ease the tension. By tomorrow morning she’d be back to normal and in prime form to get back to work.
No rest for the wicked, she thought with a chuckle. Or for the non-wicked, because she sure as hell hadn’t been wicked enough lately.
She hustled down to the parking garage and drove the short distance to Golden Gate Park. Her juices were already flowing and she hadn’t even met the guy yet. She didn’t know anything about him other than he was tall, built, with blue eyes and a Southern drawl. Maia, the pack liaison, said this guy was hot. And when Maia said a guy was hot, he was hot .
Good enough. Her nipples tightened, her breasts warming. How long had it been since she’d had a good fuck? Too damn long. She should know better than to go so long without sex. Tonight was going to be rough. She hoped this guy had stamina because she intended to screw his brains out.
She pulled into the parking lot and climbed out, heading toward the designated meeting area. The cool wind bit at her skin, offering blessed relief to the heat boiling inside her. She’d worn a stretchy casual skirt, a tank top and sandals to work tonight since it was a Saturday, so stripping would be easy. But first she had to find her partner.
The breeze blew tendrils of hair free from the clip, but she didn’t care. Her blood was boiling in anticipation. She snaked her way through the path, then headed into a dense copse of trees and bushes where she couldn’t be seen by security, the thick area of the park where no one traveled.
6
Legend’s Passion
She spotted him huddled against a tree. Tall, broad-shouldered, watching her approach. Her skin tingled with the need to shift. But she wanted this in human form.
At least at first.
He was gorgeous. Thick, dark hair, stunning blue eyes, sharp brows arched in a frown.
“Took you long enough to get here,” he said in a sexy Southern drawl that made her toes curl.
“I was working. Trust me, I’ll make the wait worth it.”
“I hope so. So what have you got for me?”
“A little impatient?”
“I’ve been waiting awhile for this. I want it now.” Oh, man, he was hot. Her nipples nearly broke through her top, her pussy swelling.
A trickle of moisture wet her panties.
“You want it, take it.” She trailed her fingernails between her breasts, enticing him, then circled around him so she was pressed against the trunk of the tree.
He moved with her like a predator, as if he was stalking her. “You’d better show me what you’re offering. I’m not into playing games.” Yes, he was. A game she was thoroughly enjoying.
“Show you, huh? Sure, I’ll show you.” She grasped the hem of her skirt and slipped her fingers upward, sliding her fingers underneath the straps of her panties. She gasped as she tucked one finger into her pussy, felt the cream pouring onto it. So wet, her cunt quivered as she touched it. She withdrew, scenting her own arousal as she held her finger out for him. “It’s right here. Taste me.” Dylan’s knees damn near buckled as the raven-haired seductress held out her wet fingers in front of him. Her scent traveled on the breeze, intoxicating his senses. Like a 7
Jaci Burton
drug had been shot into him, he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move, but dying to grab her hand and suck her soaked finger into his mouth.
What the fuck was going on here? He felt dizzy, disoriented. Something wasn’t right. Whatever she was offering, he wanted it. And it wasn’t the information he sought, but he didn’t give a shit about the informant anymore. This stranger had bewitched him, put him under some kind of spell. He couldn’t even remember why he was here. His cock twitched, lengthening, hardening, his balls drawing up with a throbbing ache of desperate need.
He didn’t know her.
He wanted to fuck
No rest for the wicked, she thought with a chuckle. Or for the non-wicked, because she sure as hell hadn’t been wicked enough lately.
She hustled down to the parking garage and drove the short distance to Golden Gate Park. Her juices were already flowing and she hadn’t even met the guy yet. She didn’t know anything about him other than he was tall, built, with blue eyes and a Southern drawl. Maia, the pack liaison, said this guy was hot. And when Maia said a guy was hot, he was hot .
Good enough. Her nipples tightened, her breasts warming. How long had it been since she’d had a good fuck? Too damn long. She should know better than to go so long without sex. Tonight was going to be rough. She hoped this guy had stamina because she intended to screw his brains out.
She pulled into the parking lot and climbed out, heading toward the designated meeting area. The cool wind bit at her skin, offering blessed relief to the heat boiling inside her. She’d worn a stretchy casual skirt, a tank top and sandals to work tonight since it was a Saturday, so stripping would be easy. But first she had to find her partner.
The breeze blew tendrils of hair free from the clip, but she didn’t care. Her blood was boiling in anticipation. She snaked her way through the path, then headed into a dense copse of trees and bushes where she couldn’t be seen by security, the thick area of the park where no one traveled.
6
Legend’s Passion
She spotted him huddled against a tree. Tall, broad-shouldered, watching her approach. Her skin tingled with the need to shift. But she wanted this in human form.
At least at first.
He was gorgeous. Thick, dark hair, stunning blue eyes, sharp brows arched in a frown.
“Took you long enough to get here,” he said in a sexy Southern drawl that made her toes curl.
“I was working. Trust me, I’ll make the wait worth it.”
“I hope so. So what have you got for me?”
“A little impatient?”
“I’ve been waiting awhile for this. I want it now.” Oh, man, he was hot. Her nipples nearly broke through her top, her pussy swelling.
A trickle of moisture wet her panties.
“You want it, take it.” She trailed her fingernails between her breasts, enticing him, then circled around him so she was pressed against the trunk of the tree.
He moved with her like a predator, as if he was stalking her. “You’d better show me what you’re offering. I’m not into playing games.” Yes, he was. A game she was thoroughly enjoying.
“Show you, huh? Sure, I’ll show you.” She grasped the hem of her skirt and slipped her fingers upward, sliding her fingers underneath the straps of her panties. She gasped as she tucked one finger into her pussy, felt the cream pouring onto it. So wet, her cunt quivered as she touched it. She withdrew, scenting her own arousal as she held her finger out for him. “It’s right here. Taste me.” Dylan’s knees damn near buckled as the raven-haired seductress held out her wet fingers in front of him. Her scent traveled on the breeze, intoxicating his senses. Like a 7
Jaci Burton
drug had been shot into him, he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move, but dying to grab her hand and suck her soaked finger into his mouth.
What the fuck was going on here? He felt dizzy, disoriented. Something wasn’t right. Whatever she was offering, he wanted it. And it wasn’t the information he sought, but he didn’t give a shit about the informant anymore. This stranger had bewitched him, put him under some kind of spell. He couldn’t even remember why he was here. His cock twitched, lengthening, hardening, his balls drawing up with a throbbing ache of desperate need.
He didn’t know her.
He wanted to fuck
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