At six thirty Sarah closed the folder on her desk, shut down her computer and sent her phone to voice mail. Time to get ready. One of the perks that came with her suite of offices as In House Counsel was a fully outfitted private bathroom. She wished she'd thought to bring a change of clothing with her today, then mentally smacked herself in the head. Slow down, she told herself. She didn't need to shower and change from the inside out. This wasn't a date. It was a drink. That was it. Nothing else. Still, she took time to refresh her makeup, brush her teeth and spritz herself with cologne. She was still not fully recovered from seeing Beau again after all this time. Beau. The star of her many nights of erotic dreams. She was so proud that she'd kept it together, maintaining her cool and not letting him see how much his appearance rattled her. Usually she kept up with the sports news and she'd meant to Google everything she could find about the Tampa Bay Rough Riders. Chris had given
Now that she was here, now that he had touched her again, she suddenly wasn't sure that this was such a good idea. He was older, and the maturity looked good on him. The lines around his eyes were deeper, probably from squinting into the sun, and his face had a leaner, harder look. His hair was the same streaky blonde, just a little longer now, curling at his collar. And his eyes were the same melted chocolate color, deep pools that it would be so easy to get lost in. She had to admit he looked way too appealing in his red silk sport shirt and his dark brown slacks. Holy god, he was still Mr. Hot Stuff. And more.But worse than that, the same sizzle of electricity that had seared them that night in New Orleans apparently hadn't diminished over time. Electricity that could burn her again if she let it. She probably would have embarrassed herself by staring more but fortunately the waiter came over to take their orders. Beau asked for a beer and on a whim Sarah asked for one, too.
And don't ask about it, was the signal. Oo-kay. Twice she'd asked and both times he'd shut her down. To say her curiosity was piqued was an understatement. Tonight, however, wasn't the time to push it. And if they never saw each other again it wouldn't matter diddlysquat to her.Time for a safer topic, so she switched to football."Tell me how you came to be with the Rough Riders ," she urged. "I knew you were a free agent but I got busy with my new job and lost track after that.""Wow." He drained the rest of his beer. "I would think being part of the Tampa Bay Rough Riders now you'd have picked up on the chatter about it."She laughed. "You'd think, right? From Day One I was running faster than I ever have to catch up. The last In House counsel got a cherry job and left with very little notice, right at the busiest part of the year."As they chatted she could actually see the tension easing from his body. That must be some damn story, she thought. As they chatted she found her
When they were seated in the dining room Beau noted that Sarah switched her drink to iced tea so he did the same."You don't have to change just because I did," she pointed out.He shrugged. "Two beers were plenty for me. I'm good."And he was, in more ways than one, He'd just spent more than an hour in a dark corner booth with the woman of his dreams. What could be better than that except to take her to bed, something he hoped to accomplish before too long but not tonight. No, this time he was going to do it right. He had a sense that she was doing this to get him out of her system. Well, there was no getting her out of his system, so it was up to him to make sure this thing stayed on track.He deliberately pushed any obstacles from his mind. Tomorrow he planned to call his attorney and have him contact Lacey's attorney. The message? Stay out of my life or I'll go to court and renegotiate the financial agreement. He was iffy about introducing her to Toby until he saw where this th
Sarah closed out the contract she was reviewing and leaned back in her chair. An alert from her calendar flashed in the upper corner of her screen and she smiled. 5:30 Dinner at Beau's HouseDinner at Beau's house. Wow! Had it only been one short week ago since the afternoon of the press conference and the incredible dinner at Jake's After Dark? If someone had told her that morning the two of them would be together riding high on their feelings for each other she'd have smacked them down and called them stupid. Yet here she was, so deep into this relationship after only seven days that she couldn't imagine being without him.Slow down, she kept telling herself. Trust came very hard to her and while she wanted to believe him when he told her this was it for him—that after six years he was where he was supposed to be all along—she still wondered if, or when, it would all fall apart. When he'd trade her in for the next woman."I'm going to make you believe in me no matter what I have
The gated community Beau lived in was about half an hour from the Rough Riders headquarters, and fortunately against the wave of traffic. She gave her name to the guard on duty who waved her through the gates. At the house she punched in the gate code Beau had given her, waited while the ironwork gates slid smoothly open and drove on up the curving drive and parked at the steps to the front door. She climbed out of the car and took her first good look at Beau Perini's residence.The architecture was slightly Mediterranean, as were a lot of the buildings in Florida. Exquisite landscaping surrounded the two-story home that soared up to a red barrel tile roof. The elaborately carved front door opened and Beau jogged out to meet her. She stopped a moment, the sight of him taking her breath away. He was dressed in khakis and a shirt almost the exact shade of chocolate as his eyes and the sun caught the highlights in his blond hair. He could have stepped off the cover of a magazine about s
Beau did his best to keep himself under control but as soon as they were inside Sarah's condo he pulled her into his arms and kissed her as if he was a starving man and her mouth the only thing that would ease him. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. His mouth came down hard on hers and his tongue pressed insistently for entrance. Sarah stood on tiptoe and tunneled her fingers through his hair as she let her own tongue answer his need and duel with his. Jesus, she tasted good. Beau wasn't sure which part of her he liked to lick the best, her warm wonderful mouth or her very sweet pussy or maybe all that satin-smooth skin in between. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, pressing his very aroused cock against her mound. He knew not even two layers of clothing could disguise how hard and swollen he was. Pulling his mouth from hers with great reluctance he trailed his lips across her cheek and down the slender column of her neck. He couldn't resist taki
Before the spasms had fully subsided he had yanked off his pants and boxer briefs, rolled on a condom and was back on the bed between Sara's very exquisite thighs. Placing his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass he lifted her so he could position his cock right at her opening."God, Sarah," he breathed taking in her very wet, now rosy pink pussy. If he hadn't wanted his dick inside her so badly he'd have gone down on her again. What a dilemma to have—a woman whose body appealed to him on so many levels and in so many places.She was still shuddering slightly, her breathing uneven as he drove into her with one solid thrust."Beau!" She practically screamed his name. "Ohmigod! Beau!""Yeah, sugar. Let me hear you, Jesus, that feels so fucking good."And it did. She was so tight around him it nearly made his heart stop. He allowed himself a moment to lean down and take one more lick at her gorgeous nipples. Then, bracing himself, he began the rhythm that would take them over the edge