Shot of Sultry by Macy Beckett

pulsed rapidly. Both their breaths came in quick gasps for the next several minutes.
    When another shot rang out, she squealed and buried her face in Trey’s dampened chest. As much as she wanted to save her career, it wasn’t worth dying for.
    “Shh, it’s okay.” He stroked her hair, and despite the beads of sweat forming between her breasts, she locked both arms around his waist and plastered herself to every inch of him…including the steely length of his erection, perfectly aligned with his zipper. When she flinched, he incorrectly assumed it was out of fear, and tried soothing her. “You’re safe,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down her back. But she found herself wanting a whole lot more than comfort. Her heart sprinted, and all her stress and fear catapulted her libido into the stratosphere.
    Trying to ignore the shouts outside, not to mention the warmth settling between her thighs, she pulled in a deep breath through her nose, savoring Trey’s masculine scent. That only made things worse. Flashbacks of his teasing touch, his wicked words, his promise to leave her breathless, swirled in Bobbi’s mind, and it didn’t help knowing he obviously wanted her too. Closing her eyes, she focused on unsexy things, like student loans and attorney fees, but her thoughts always circled back to the memory of Trey’s hand massaging between her legs.
    She tried to be still, tried to ignore the urge to wrap her calf around Trey’s hips and strain against him. Holding back took so much effort, she ended up fisting his T-shirt and clenching her teeth. Then Trey went and ruined everything. He pushed his bulge against her belly and swept one hand down the length of her backside.
    In the distance, the bar had fallen silent, but Bobbi barely had time to register the fact before Trey dipped his head and brushed his soft lips across her earlobe while simultaneously inching her dress upward. All rational brain activity halted, replaced by surging passion, and the outside world ceased to exist.
    “You know,” he whispered, “we could…”
    “…finish what we started,” she replied, reaching around to stroke him through his jeans.
    A low groan vibrated his chest as he thrust to meet her hand. “Just this once.”
    “Get it out of our systems.” It sounded reasonable to her. One quickie—nobody would ever know—and she could stop wondering how his rough hands would feel against her bare stomach, or how deliciously he’d fill her, long and thick and hard. Once she’d had him, she could finally quit obsessing and focus on her job. She tore at the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. “Do you have protection?”
    “No.” His breath hitched when she slipped her hand inside his boxer briefs and curled her fingers around him. “I mean yes, but no sex. I promised your brother.”
    She started to object, but quickly bit her lip when he tugged the dress to her waist and nudged her legs apart. Slipping two fingers beneath her panties, he murmured, “I can still make you forget how to breathe…and make you see stars too.” With a touch that could only be described as sinful, he stroked her halfway to ecstasy while she matched his rhythm, pumping with her fist. “I want to get on my knees,” he whispered in her ear, “and hook your leg over my shoulder,” he dipped his fingers inside her, just deep enough to bring a sigh to her lips, “and lick you till you scream my name.”
    Oh god. She longed for that too, in the worst way, but she wanted to leave him shaking with pleasure even more. “It’s your turn first.”
    When he didn’t argue, she sank slowly until she knelt beneath him on the concrete floor. Trey used both hands to brace himself against the wall, and she pulled him free of his briefs.
    Unfortunately, that’s when a sheriff’s deputy threw open the door, caught Bobbi with her hand in Trey’s pants—and proceeded to arrest her for prostitution.
    As the official led her outside by her cuffed