Steel Lust by Jayne Kingston Page A

“Most dogs would love to sleep in the same
room with their person.”
    “Her vet thinks maybe she was kept in a cage all the time
before the humane society got her, and that’s just what she knows.”
    “Aren’t you sweet, rescuing homeless dogs and damsels in
distress.”
    “Well, she’s the first and only.” His fingertips traced her
eyebrows. “Come to think of it, you’re my first damsel in distress as well.”
    She shifted, tucking her head under his chin and pulling him
closer. “Too bad for the rest of the helpless girls of the world.”
    “You might have to be my only. This rescue business is a lot
of fun, but I’d never get anything done if I had more than one of you to keep
up with. Especially if it’s some kind of crazy damsel code to thank a guy as
thoroughly as you have.”
    “I stopped thanking you after Friday night.” She kissed the
hollow at the base of his throat. “Everything since then has been about getting
more while I can.”
    A stillness settled over him and she worried she’d said too
much, or the wrong thing. Which was a new kind of worry for her.
    “Wherever I can,” she added, hoping to divert attention away
from what she’d really been wondering—what now?
    What happened now that she had her car back and had to
return to her real life in the morning? She couldn’t keep putting off work and
rescheduling clients to lie around his house naked, screwing whenever the mood
struck. Neither could he. He had a business to run, clients to see, a band that
must have rehearsals and shows lined up.
    And then there was the matter of their age difference and
living so far apart. But she was getting so far ahead of herself, which also
wasn’t like her.
    “I’ve never broken the rule of having sex in my office
before today, you know.”
    “Sorry,” he said, not looking the least bit apologetic.
    “Oh it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t wanted it to
happen,” she assured him.
    And then his hand, his gorgeous, long-fingered hand was
sliding over the curve of her hip. “What other rules do you have that we can
break? You know, next time.”
    “There’s going to a next time?” she asked when he rolled her
onto her back and shifted his kiss to the underside of her jaw.
    He’d brought it up first so she really didn’t see the harm
in asking.
    “God I hope so,” he breathed, his tongue trailing a line
down the side of her neck, hand cradling her breast now, thumb lazily teasing
her nipple into a needy peak.
    God she did too.
    She reached down to where his cock lay heavy on her thigh
and stroked him.
    “But we live so far apart,” she said before she could stop
herself. If she wasn’t careful she was either going to make him think she was
clingy or convince him that yes, driving to Chicago was a long way to go just
to get laid.
    “And now we both have cars that work.” He grunted and thrust
into her hand when she gently squeezed the head of his cock. “Jesus that feels
good.”
    Joy was quickly growing to love, maybe even crave, the way
his voice became so deep and rough when he was aroused. She stroked him slowly,
twisting her hand lightly around his length, her pussy becoming wet and swollen
with every little gasp and sigh he made. She knew she’d driven him to
distraction when his fingers stopped toying with her nipple and his hand went
heavy on her breast.
    “On your back,” she said, as she gave him a gentle push.
    He caught her by the back of the neck and brought her mouth
to his as he rolled. She threw her leg over him and sat up so his cock was
nestled in her slick folds.
    “The rest of the condoms are in my room,” he told her, his
chest rising and falling quickly as his hips rocked ever so slightly, his hard
shaft teasing her clit.
    “We won’t need them just yet,” she promised, getting one of
her hair elastics from the coffee table where she’d left them earlier.
    He watched her fix her hair into a messy knot and then said
“Oh shit,” when he