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He didn’t pull away, which made her orgasm tumble into infinity, wave after wave of pleasure engulfing her body.
Drained and sated, she slumped back against the chair, her legs still dangling over Joe’s shoulders.
He eased back, cupped her heel and kissed the arch of her foot. “How was that?”
She opened one eye. “You have to ask? That was incredible.”
“Hard to deliver something to the woman who has everything.”
“I do now.” She wiggled her toes at him. “Well, almost everything.”
“What else can I give you?”
“For starters, you can slip off those boxers and let me do what I do best.”
“What you do best?” He raised one eyebrow.
She placed one foot against his chest. “You said it yourself. I’m the giving type, generous to a fault.”
“I don’t remember saying it was a fault of yours.” He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his powerful thighs.
Her heart rate, which had been returning to normal, spiked again. She slid from the chair and knelt in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“You know what?” He scooped his hand into her hair. “I didn’t even properly kiss you.”
“Whatever you just did couldn’t be called ‘proper,’ so I’m not holding my breath for a proper kiss, either.”
He hunched forward, pulling her head toward him and slanting his mouth over hers. His tongue, which had just teased her to crazy heights of pleasure, continued its assault as his lips pressed against hers.
When he finally released her, breathless and wanting more, she gasped. “If that’s a proper kiss, sign me up for propriety.”
Joe rose to his feet and started to take his place in the chair, but she wrapped her hands around his calves.
“I want to taste you, too.” She took his erection into her mouth and skimmed her tongue along the length of him.
He moved against her and sucked in a breath. “I can’t last long like this.” He gasped. “Especially when you do that.”
He pulled away from her and sat in the chair, yanking her down on his lap. “Is this a very expensive chair?”
She straddled him. “Very.”
“Oh, well.”
He plunged into her and she rode him. At one point the chair flipped back into a reclining position, but it barely put a hitch in their rhythm—and they did have a rhythm.
Having Joe inside her felt more right than anything she’d ever experienced. He seemed attuned to every nuance of her body to bring her maximum pleasure, which made her feel safe in his arms.
When her climax took her this time, it flooded her body, rocking her gently up and down. That blissful ease didn’t last long as Joe reached his own pinnacle. He thrust against her madly, hungrily, clawing at her backside in a futile effort to purchase some stability.
It didn’t work. He yelled and howled like a crazy man and took them both over the side of the chair.
They lay on their sides, their limbs entwined, laughing and gasping, clinging to each other as if they’d never let go.
Hailey didn’t want to ever let go.
When the pounding on the front door started, reality came crashing down on their pretty dream.
Chapter Eleven
“Ms. Duvall? It’s Agent Porter.”
Joe groaned and flung his forearm across his eyes. “I can’t believe the FBI is interrupting my postcoital haze.”
“Is that what this is?” Hailey scrambled to her feet and lunged for her jeans and panties.
She still had her top on, and Joe couldn’t believe he hadn’t explored those beautiful breasts along with the rest of her body.
As she stepped into her jeans, she nudged his bare backside with her toe. “Move. I’m not inviting Porter in with you sprawled out on my floor naked.”
“I would hope not.” Joe gathered up his clothing, the pillows and both blankets and headed up the stairs, two at a time.
He slipped into Hailey’s bedroom, chilly from the cold air seeping through the hole in the window. Porter’s banging on the door and this cold slap to the face both served as reminders of his true mission here in San Francisco—and that wasn’t to finally land the rich girl.
