“Not that it’s any of your business.” She had the gall to look affronted. “But I went to get a Brazilian on my lunch break today.” I was grateful I had already put down the furniture I’d been moving because I was certain I would’ve snapped one of those chairs in two just from the jolt of adrenaline that image sent through my body. “Miss Susan called me in the middle of it,” she confessed with a little embarrassed hitch in her voice. “I rushed out and forgot to put my thong back on.” She shrugged, adorably self-conscious, and I thought it was really a fucking marvel how this woman in the exact same instant could make me want to ensconce her in clouds of silk and fuck her through the nearest hard surface until she blacked out. After a couple of seconds of hard staring and me biting my tongue until I tasted blood, I let her walk past me to the truck.

“Gotta get this stuff in the car before this storm comes in,” she reminded me. I would’ve managed to keep myself in check but, like she was looking to burn through every ounce of my self-control in a single afternoon, she leaned inside the back of the truck, which effectively put the ass that I now knew was naked under that dress in the air. And yeah, there was no evidence of panties. There was also no way I was going to endure Alba ass-up on the trunk of my car unscathed.

“Hey,” she grumbled when I stood behind her and leaned down to speak in her ear. “You’re too close.”

I would’ve taken the protest a lot more seriously if she hadn’t pushed into me as she said it.

The way Alba made me forget myself was almost like a damn act of God. One moment I had my shit together and the next I was trying to nail her in broad daylight, swept under an avalanche of need in seconds.

“Just tell me something, Alba Duarte.” My lips were close enough that I grazed her earlobe when I talked. She made one of those horny little sounds of hers and wiggled that ass on my cock in response. One of my hands instinctually gripped her hip, fingers digging in. “Who were you getting this pussy waxed for?” I asked, and a little gasp escaped her lips, stretching my control to its limits.