I wanted more of it. This? With Jed? It was lust. Passion. Need. It was hot and intense and crazy.

Stupid, probably. He’d said he’d showed up at the wake to pay his respects. As an employee of John Marshall. But had he told the truth when he said he saw me and wanted me? The probing questions he’d been asking made me think so.

The thick prod of his dick against my belly made it seem legit too, but was that all he wanted? Could I have been safe from everyone else, and then the one person who fed me lines I wanted to hear was getting past all my walls?

All I knew was that I wanted him. I loved how he made me feel. How… pretty I felt when he looked at me. How safe. Protected. How hot.

Yeah, I wanted this. The connection. The release. If there were consequences, I’d expect them and deal with them later.

“That’s right, you’ll melt for me,” he practically growled when he cupped me, discovering that I was still bare since I gave him my panties at my office.

“This is just another business deal,” I panted, loving the feel of his beard against my skin.

He reared back, his hand stilled. His chest heaved as if he’d run a marathon and his hair was tousled. His lips were slick and red. Yet his fingers slid over my folds, gently, spreading my wetness around. He was petting me, caressing, watching. Working me up.

“No business deal, princess. I said I’d get you to trust me. I’m not here to fuck you over. I don’t have an agenda. This is different.”

He rolled his hips and his dick rocked against my clit. I whimpered.

“I saw you. That was it.”

“Love at first sight?” I asked with a huff of a laugh because it was totally unbelievable.

He shrugged one broad shoulder. “Something like that. This isn’t business. No Marshall. No Macon. It’s very, very personal. Just between you and me. No one else.”

My eyes fell closed because his touch felt so good.

His lips brushed over mine and I sank into it. He licked into me, claimed my mouth as he slid a finger into me. My back arched as he slowly fucked me with it, then added another.

I was writhing my hips, eager for more. My fingers clung to his shoulders.

“Jed!” I cried. I was so worked up, I was lost to him. His fingers rubbed over a spot and it was like a magic button. I groaned.

“There, huh?”

I didn’t reply because it was so good. I wasn’t going to come, but I was closer than I ever had been with anyone else. And it was only his fingers.