Free UnderFire by Denise A. Agnew

she came to him.
If she needed to talk she couldn’t do it with him trying to seduce her.
    His throat tightened as he asked, “Did you make any
decisions before you left California?”
    “Yeah. I was telling Lena I hate L.A. I don’t want to be
there anymore. It comes full circle to weddings.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “I love weddings, so being a bridesmaid eight times was
actually an amazing feeling. I even helped five of the eight women plan the
wedding. I’ve wondered if maybe I shouldn’t have been a wedding planner. Don’t
tell Danelle and Patrick but if I’d been here I could have helped them with
some of the problems they were having with the different vendors. I can see the
angles and I’m great with details.”
    A warm sensation came over him, filling him with a sense of
rightness. He didn’t know where the feeling came from but right now he felt
more complete than he had in a long, long time. “So… Are you quitting your job?”
    “I don’t know how I’m going to do it but I plan to start off
small and work my way up.”
    “California would give you plenty of clients if you started
your own business.”
    She chewed on her lower lip, and he wanted to be the one
tasting that lovely mouth.
    “Maybe. I’m still thinking about it. Part of me wants to
move back to Constitution. I could hang with Danelle, Lena and Melanie. There’s
still some business here and I can also do work in Flagstaff and Sedona. Or
perhaps I’ll leave Arizona forever.”
    That idea didn’t sit well with him but he shoved aside
thinking about it too deeply. “Your mother and father are still in Arizona.”
    “I never speak to them, Jake. Never. I parted ways from them
after college. We’ve talked maybe ten times in all these years.” She heaved a
breath. “Dad is still…unspeakably awful. I’ve tried to convince Mom to leave
him but she’s the biggest doormat in the state.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be. I’ve learned to detach somewhat. If Mom needs me
she knows she can call. I’ve told her enough times. But she never does.”
    He was starting to like the sound of her coming to Arizona
more and more. Before he could think too much about the implications and
possibilities, she stood and retrieved her smartphone from the bedstand. She
began fiddling with it.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    She threw him a sly glance and a seductive smile. “Wait for
it.”
    Suddenly a seductive song began to play, filled with
background vocals from heavenly voices, an exotic combination of instruments
that spoke of Eastern influence.
    She tightened her robe back up then she said, “Sit there and
watch. Don’t get up.”
    She stood a ways from the bed, and as the music began to
thrum and hum with a deeper, more erotic tone, she started to move. Her hips,
her arms, her legs. A sway and slide that reminded him of a belly dancer, only
with an edgier presentation.
    “No, that’s not quite right,” she said.
    “Not right?” He groaned the question in frustration. “It
looked damned right to me.”
    She laughed softly and picked up the phone.She
located a song and started it. “Gett Off” by Prince started. The things he didn’t
know about this woman intrigued him and made Jake want to work that much harder
to understand and explore everything about Kathleen McSwain. As Prince’s erotic
song throbbed, the beat and words filled with liquid heat, Kathleen’s dance
flowed. Jake gaped in appreciation and surprise as she turned into a siren.
Their lovemaking had been hot and even wild but this was scorching. If she’d
been naked it would have blown him away. The silky robe covering her hid all
that lovely skin from him. His breath caught. She closed her eyes and threw
herself into the sweltering beat. Her hips moved in a sinuous rhythm. Her hands
smoothed over the silken material from her hips to her waist and up over her
breasts. Holy God. His cock went brick hard as Kathleen slid her hands
upward over her neck