A week without her. Seven days since he’d let Annalise go... Since he saw her disappear into the night... Going away from him like what they’d shared a few hours earlier had been a figment of his imagination. A week since he had held Annalise in his arms, enjoying the wonderland that was her naked body, tasting every inch of her hot, velvety skin, coming undone every time she called his name while orgasming. Being away from Annalise, away from her hands, from her eyes, not being able to hear her voice, or smell her perfume had been pure torture. Remembering the look in her eyes, and the sound of her voice, watching her going away from him that last night, was still the most unsettling thing Lance had experienced in his life. Lance had wanted to stay with Annalise, especially that night. Unfortunately, he had several meetings and issues to deal with including talking to his team about John Beckett. They needed to come big with an offer

Annalise entered her office with a heightened sense of anticipation. She was feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Lance was dragging her on the path to perdition one smile at a time, one deep kiss at a time, one sexy look at a time, one amazing speech at a time. The words he’d said… He’d seemed so sincere and so passionate… Her mouth curved into a mischievous smile to match the naughtiness of her and Lance’s plan. It was wicked, forbidden, and she was so turned on that she was ready to jump out of her shoes. With a sigh, Annalise sank into her chair behind her desk and logged on to catch up on e-mails. She was looking for the last report from Howard on her client meetings he covered while she was taking care of the last details on “HL Sportswear”. There was just one short e-mail from him. “Hmm… Maybe he wanted to talk to me in person but he hadn’t found the time…” she said a bit confused. She sent Howard a text, asking hi

“Your taste… Oh, Anna… You’re so addictive. I swear I’ll never get tired of eating you,” Lance whispered, pulling her head back and to the side, exposing her neck to the sharp, hungry press of his teeth. Still shaky, she lifted her lashes as Lance sighed roughly, pulling away from her just for a fraction. Unwittingly, her tongue slid out, capturing his taste on her lips. Her lashes fluttered closed as she savored it. Forcing a breath into her lungs, Annalise opened her eyes. A shudder wracked her. “I’ve got no problem with that. Not one,” she replied in a husky whisper, watching him as she lifted her hand and pressed her index finger against his lip. The pounding of her heart seemed to roar in her ears as Lance opened his mouth and bit down lightly on the tip of her finger, stroking it lightly with his tongue. “Good,” Lance said and swept her up in his arms. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” “I sure as hell hope not.” His bed cradled he

Half an hour later, they sat cross-legged on the bed, devouring the dinner Lance had ordered for them. Annalise was swallowed up by one of his huge robes, and Lance was wearing a pair of boxer shorts. She ate indelicately, with her fingers, foregoing the utensils. What she was having didn’t need a fork or a knife anyway. Another sign of how relaxed she was in that very instant. “I am glad dinner is to your liking… Dear God, you are one famished woman!” Lance exclaimed looking at her while she was licking her fingers one by one, like a dockworker. “What can I do? I love eating and I’m famished. Because of you, I hardly ate at lunch and had to skip dinner. Besides, you ordered everything I like.” Annalise was really amazed by the way Lance was trying to make her happy. It was incredibly endearing. “Well, to make amends, I have something else prepared for you. It’s a surprise…” Lance said smiling. “What is it?” she asked. “I remembered that during our little escapade, you

The teams, “LA Cali FC” and “Titans FC” entered the field, saluted the fans and the referee went to the center field with John and the captain of the other team for the coin toss. John’s team won, so he decided to stay on the right side of the field. The kickoff belonged to the ‘Titans’. “John already did the right thing. He always goes for the right side. He’s a bit superstitious,” Annalise explained in an excited tone. “Oh, this is going to be such a good game… I can feel it in my bones!” “Really?” Lance asked, trying hard not to pull her in his arms and keep her there for the entire duration of the game. “I’ve read somewhere that they bought two new players.” “Ah, yes, it’s true. One is Davide Rossi, the new attacking midfielder. He comes from a great Italian team in Serie A, which is the Italian First League. The other player is Owen Shearer, a goalkeeper from the Premier League. Both of them are quite good… or at least, this is what the newspapers and the experts are saying. R