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  His eyebrows rose, and he smiled. “In which case, I'll have a double scotch rocks if you please."

  Elena wriggled her eyebrows and threw Ava a mischievous grin. “Another Cosmo for you, boss?"

  "None for me, thanks, but Shane will have a double scotch rocks, on the house."

  Elena winked at Shane. “The man knows what he wants."

  Shane answered the bartender, but his eyes never left Ava's. “I do indeed."

  He leaned one well toned arm on the bar and faced Ava. “Well, I hope you don't mind, but I've enjoyed the view all night and couldn't help but overhear. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing all alone on your birthday?"

  "I'm not alone,” she laughed, leaning into him, then waving her hand to encompass the remaining customers. Play it cool, and don't make an ass of yourself.

  He smiled and a flash of white teeth assailed her senses. “Well, not anymore.” He saluted her with the glass Elena placed before him.

  "I'm enjoying the atmosphere. I don't need a date to have fun."

  Shut up, Ava, you're rambling.

  "Good for you.” He threw back his head and downed the shot in one swallow.

  Even his Adam's apple is sexy.

  His eyes were framed by the longest eyelashes she'd ever seen, and they bore into hers, freezing her to the spot.

  "Ever since that party I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

  At her suspicious look, he continued. “I'm not handing you a line, Ava.” He shrugged. “But I was engaged at the time and you were married. I may be a lot of things, but I don't carry on with married women."

  Ava's heart fluttered. Oh, he was good, very good. Elena re-filled his glass, but it was Ava who took it, lifted it high to toast him and took a sip. Her throat burned as the liquor made its way down her throat and added to the fire in her pussy. She faced him once again.

  "You're hitting on me, aren't you?"

  "Yes I am. And guess what?” She shook her head as he placed one muscled arm on her thigh. The warmth of his flesh penetrated the fabric of her dress and Ava hoped he hadn't felt her shiver. Her nipples began to ache and the place between her legs grew moist.

  "All I could think of since I've been here is what would it be like to have your gorgeous legs wrapped around me while I fuck you. I'm a man who says what he means. And I mean to have you. Tonight. Now. Anywhere, you name it."

  Ava flushed with heat. Had he just said he wanted to fuck her? Yes, he had. So now what should she do.

  Am I so desperate that I'm actually considering having sex with a virtual stranger? Have I lost my mind?

  Her hand flew to her chest. “I think you're serious."

  Shane nodded. “Yes, I am.” He leaned in, his whisper seductive. “Want to know what I think? I think you're wet right now. I bet you're wearing a thong, maybe a sexy garter belt. My mouth is watering just thinking about what's under that dress. Are your nipples hard? I could make them harder with my mouth. Just the thought of sucking you has me so stiff I can hardly move."

  He demonstrated by placing his hand over hers and sliding it discreetly over the hardened bulge in his jeans. He was long and thick. Ava swallowed. Solid and firm like the rest of him. Her attempt to maintain her balance failed miserably.

  "I'm getting the impression you want me, too, or you would have either slapped me or kicked me out of your bar by now."

  Smart, as well as sexy. “You're right."

  Was she going crazy? Could she actually be contemplating taking him up on his invitation? Tall, charming and delicious he might be, but he was also younger than her by at least ten years.

  It doesn't seem to bother him. He's just being nice to you and probably feels sorry for you on your birthday, that's all.

  Still, amidst all her doubts her body gravitated toward him. She wanted that gorgeous mouth of his sucking on her throbbing clit. Her blood raced through her veins as she imagined his cock buried deep inside her, making her scream with pleasure.

  She was hot and flushed, and he raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for her answer. Go for it, Ava. End your birthday with a bang.

  She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “Are you asking me to be bad, Shane?"

  His lips curved into a sexy confident smile. “I'd be willing to bet that when you're bad, you're very very good."

  He moved his body slightly, and Ava nearly missed the way he'd worked one long limb between her legs. She was suddenly aware of the ensuing quiet surrounding her.

  The word ‘no’ never entered her foggy, lust filled mind. “Okay."

  He led her to the tiny table for two in the shadows of the bar, sat so close to her their thighs touched. He placed one arm around her shoulder, the touch so commanding that Ava shivered with anticipation.

  Why not.

  "I hope you're not driving home in your condition?” He interrupted her thoughts, concern clear in his voice.

  "No, I live close by?

  He didn't smile. His gaze bore into hers. Intense, as if one track minded. “I want to be with you Ava, tonight."

  Oh God, what a line. “I'm not that drunk, you know,” she whispered, held captive now by his intense blue gaze that sent white hot shivers down her belly to her center. His nostrils flared slightly.

  "Exactly how, um, tipsy are you?"

  She couldn't help but smile. “Maybe a little bit. Do you often succeed with this sort of come on? Or do you keep choosing cliches until some unwilling woman falls into your clutches?"

  He was undeterred by her smug replies and leaned in so close she could smell the scotch on his breath. God, he's so sexy.

  "I have another one.” He was still, and very close to her, and Ava was mesmerized by his stillness, the intensity of his eyes, the heat of his body.

  She tilted her head. “Let's hear it."

  "Let me take you away from all this."

  "Are you my Prince Charming, coming to rescue me on your white horse?"

  His lips curved, his voice lowered to a sexy growl. “You don't need a horse to ride, princess."

  He nuzzled her and his breath warmed her neck and she exhaled sharply. The game had become a test of wills and she leaned away from him. “I don't know you,” she murmured, hoping he didn't notice the nervousness in her voice.

  "Yes, you do. It's been,” he made a point of looking at his watch, “nearly ten minutes since you bought me a drink."

  One large, lazy hand traveled its way up until it stopped just short of the Promised Land.

  Don't stop. “What do you want from me?"

  If he moved even an inch she'd come.

  ” I'm seducing you. How am I doing?"

  She nodded, her breath catching in her throat. “Actually, very well."

  His whisper lifted a lone strand of hair from her face. “I've come to one conclusion."

  She held her breath. “And that is—?"

  "I want to push you up against a wall, lift your dress, and bury my fingers in your hot, wet pussy. I want to go down on you until you come. I want you to go down on me and make me scream.” He licked her ear, and chuckled when she shivered. “And I want to push my cock so far into your pussy, you'll bite your lips so no one will hear you cry out my name. Are you game, Ava? Are you willing to take a chance?

  She swallowed and looked at him. Say no, and go home. Even though you've had a miserable day, don't take a chance on a stranger.

  "Yes."

  He leaned in just enough for his breath to touch her mouth, and he kissed her again, his tongue teasing hers, making her tremble with want.

  "So, where can we be alone?.

  "I have an apartment upstairs."

  "No."

  Ava wanted to cry. Shane finally noticed her extra pounds and regretted his planned seduction. Her heart sank to her stilettos, until she felt him take her by the hand.

  "I can't wait that long."

  Ava had just enough time to look back at Elena, who winked wickedly. “There's that room in the back that's em
pty.” The pretty barmaid pointed the way.

  Ava opened her mouth, yet no words came forth. No, they couldn't go in there. That room was for. . . .

  Before she completed her thought, she found herself being led to a part of the bar that was under renovation. A.J. was turning an old storage space into a game room. The area was empty except for the brand new pool table in the center of the room, sitting under a rectangular tiffany lamp.

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  Chapter Three

  Shane closed and locked the door behind them. He lifted her effortlessly and placed her on the green felt surface of the pool table. The dimness in the room was illuminated by a lone street light that shone in through the uncovered windows. Shane wrapped his arms around her, followed her down and dove in for a kiss he'd waited for these past two years.

  She kissed him back with lush lips, soft and warm. His cock thickened by the second. By the time he tasted lemon and scotch on that inviting mouth, he had to hold himself back from ripping that sexy dress from her. Her scent, a combination of roses and warm woman, twirled around his cock and squeezed. His tongue dove into her mouth and she responded in kind. Eager hands found their way to her generous ass, and his palms pushed her into his raging hard on.

  "You feel like sin and kiss like heaven, you know that?"

  Her small hands palmed his face. “I do now,” she managed and Shane silenced her with another kiss that seared him to the bone.

  Trained hands found her ample breasts, and he teased and palmed them through her sexy lace dress. His cock ached as it rubbed against his zipper, and grew harder still when he pulled her dress over her head to expose those rounded globes, covered by black silk. He swallowed hard, and his eyes took their fill of the vision she made.

  "I've waited a long time for this moment, Ava, a long time to see you again,” he breathed.

  She pushed her chest forward and lifted her full breasts to him in offering. He nuzzled first one then the other. The faint scent of talc filled his nostrils. Her small gasps and moans of pleasure drove him to satisfy her.

  "I'm going to devour you, Ava. If you're going to stop me, do it now, because I'm ready to fuck you to tomorrow and back."

  She shook her head. “No, don't stop."

  He tunneled his fingers through her wealth of dark waves. “That's good, because I've got two years of cock to give you. Tell me you want it."

  She could only nod in agreement. After that, talk was reduced to a minimum.

  He lifted her and they sat face to face where he allowed himself to look at her and revel in her beauty. She was really here with him wrapped in his arms. Maybe his luck was finally changing for the first time in two years.

  He watched her face flush, her eyes half closed. He lifted his Tee shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Her eyes widened as she spied the other tattoo on his chest.

  "Do you like it?"

  She nodded. “It's the Phoenix, rising from the ashes,” she breathed.

  "The phoenix isn't the only thing that's rising right now."

  Her flawless skin was revealed as he pulled off her bra. He watched her eyes go dark and half-lidded while he ripped off those silk thongs.

  "How wet are you for me, Ava?"

  "Touch me and you'll see."

  He followed his eager fingers past her stomach to her navel. Shane parted her nether lips with his thumbs, then lowered his head and slipped his tongue into her wet pussy lips. He relished her groans of pleasure as he dove in for a taste of her. Drenched in her own juices, his mouth watered for more.

  He sucked her clit until it swelled and darkened. The taste of her drove him wild with lust, but his cock had other ideas. He had to be inside her. Now. “Tell me how you want it, darling."

  Her voice was a deep throated growl. “I want it hard, Shane. I can't wait another second."

  "I can't wait either,” he dug into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out a condom. He pushed off his jeans and shoes, then handed her the foil packet. “Slide it on me,” he commanded.

  She ripped it open with her teeth, gave him a smile that undid him. She rubbed her finger over the crown of his swollen cock, gathered a drop of moisture and licked it from her digit before sliding the condom over his aching length. Little witch. He'd teach her not to tease. Later. Right now he burned like a house on fire.

  He growled and dove into her hot, wet heat, and began to push with ferocious strokes. She lifted her hips to give him deeper access to her sweet pussy walls, while her full breasts bounced with each pump of his hips.

  Her arms slid from his neck and down. Her nails raked the warm, smooth expanse of his back. He pushed further into her slippery warmth. “Take all of me, Ava. Touch me, scratch me, push me further."

  Her orgasm loomed just a breath away. She was close and he was even closer. But he held himself back with herculean effort to wait for her.

  "Come for me, beautiful Ava, go over for me. Let go."

  She stilled, waves of pleasure flooding her. Her pussy throbbed, tightened and fisted around his cock, milking him into ecstasy. “Ah, Shane, yes,"

  That husky voice broke the dam of Shane's control. He held his breath, arched his back and poured himself into her.

  Sated, smiling and satisfied, Shane gathered her in his arms. As he'd guessed, Ava was the best sex he'd ever had.

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  Chapter Four

  Had she passed out? How long had they been lying on the pool table?

  Ava cringed to think what A.J. would do if he found her lying naked on their brand new pool table. Yet, she couldn't get up the courage to be worried. She stifled a tiny laugh behind her hand and took a deep breath.

  Turning her head to the handsome man beside her, Ava wondered. A few hours ago she had never realized what a powerful interlude was in store with a virtual stranger. That it could even be the experience of a lifetime.

  She was naked, lying on a pool table next to the sexiest man she'd ever met.

  Shane Sullivan. Even his name was sexy and charming. I've been well fucked by Shane Sullivan. He was young, handsome and charming, and had a body chiseled by the gods.

  Okay, maybe a little overkill on the praise. Then again, maybe not.

  Nevertheless, Ava felt sexy, gorgeous, young and thin. And Shane Sullivan was the cause.

  Ava leaned into him, took a moment to stare at those unbelievably long, dark eyelashes, and touched the slight stubble that shadowed his face. “Thank you."

  His eyes fluttered, then opened, presenting her with eyes the color of an August sky and a crooked smile that told her what he was thinking.

  "You're welcome."

  Did she dare touch him and make him hot and aching to fuck her again?

  The answer was obvious. Ava boldly slid her fingers down his stomach, to the penis that lay in a nest of curly black hair. And to her delight his thickness came alive in her hand.

  "Unless you intend to finish what you just started, I'd say now is a good time to stop."

  She shook her hair over her shoulder and smiled at him. “And what if I don't want to stop?"

  He groaned and pulled her under him. “I'd like to take you again right here and now."

  Her heart pounded in anticipation of another round of sex with him. “What are you waiting for? I think we're past asking permission to touch, don't you?"

  He groaned. “Although I'm tempted, I'm not that much of a bastard. You must be uncomfortable and tired."

  She nodded. Truth be told, her back ached from the hard, scratchy felt surface of the new pool table. Well, not so new anymore. “I also have a busy day ahead of me. Orders to pick up, and distributors to get to. Sorry.” Boy was she sorry. He'd probably just pat her on the head and say, that's okay, we had a great one night stand, but I have to go, too.

  He lifted her to a sitting position and tunneled his magic fingers through her hair.

  "Okay, I'll pick you up tonight, and we'll go to my place."


  Did he just say he wanted to see her again?

  "Say yes, Ava.” His index finger lifted her chin and he leaned forward. “Say it.” His voice lowered as if it were a command.

  She nodded then whispered. “Yes."

  He seemed pleased. “Good. I'll come back early and help you close the bar."

  "You'd really do that?"

  He took her by the shoulders. “Don't you understand, Ava? I like you. I want you like I've never wanted anyone. Let me ask you something. Do you like to play?"

  She didn't pretend to misunderstand. He easily lifted her from the table and helped her dress. Oh God, he wasn't talking about pool.

  "Play? As in toys?” She knew where this conversation was going. He was a young, virile man and she had a decision to make.

  "I have to admit, Shane, that I've never indulged."

  He didn't make fun of her, didn't laugh, just leaned in and kissed her nose. “There's a first time for everything.” He slid his thumb down her throat, stopping just short of her cleavage. “I'll make it good for you, I promise."

  He must have seen her hesitate, because he wrapped his arms around her, and whispered in her ear even though there was no one around to hear. “I promise not to hurt you, ever. We'll have a safe word if you like, and if you feel the least bit uncomfortable, you say the word, and I stop. Fair?"

  Ava tingled from warm lips gently nipping her ear. Maybe she was crazy, but she wanted to shed her inhibitions. Maybe it was time she took a chance.

  "Sure, after I lock up tonight, I'll come home with you."

  "That's my girl. See you tonight.” He kissed her hard and quick, and squeezed her ass. “And just for the record, I never came like that in my whole life.” He took a deep breath and drew a hand through his thick hair, and stared at her for several long seconds. “Fuck but you are one hell of a woman."

  He left her standing there in the empty room. She finished dressing hurriedly before A.J. saw her and had a stroke. She took one last glance at the pool table, smiled and ran up the stairs to her temporary apartment. So fast she thought she might fly.

  Happy birthday to me.

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