Free Sex & the Single Girl by Joanne Rock Page A

to ask if he thought she was wearing any panties.
    His reaction now was far more satisfactory than the scowl she’d earned back then.
    Aidan’s hot palm moved in small, gentle circles over her belly, totally at odds with the gruff note in his voice. “You’d be surprised what people hide in the most unusual places, lady. And you’re pretty high up on my suspect list so you’d better brace yourself for thorough inspection.”
    Apparently, Aidan was sliding into his role pretty easily too.
    A layer of steamy mist fogged the mirror, clouding their reflection to a hazy shadow. But Brianne didn’t need the reminder of what she looked like in her wanton pose as Aidan’s prisoner. The image had singed itself into her memory forever.
    â€œI know my rights,” she taunted him, leaning more heavily into his thigh that was still lodged between hers. “And you can be damn sure you won’t get away with this. By tomorrow, you’ll be paying for these liberties you’re taking.”
    The hand he rested on her abdomen slid into action, molding her starched shirt against her body. His fingers slid between the buttons to unfasten them until he gained entry to her bare skin. Her breasts.
    She couldn’t help the little sigh of satisfaction thathissed from her as his callused palm cupped the taut fullness of her.
    â€œMaybe you’ll make me pay tomorrow,” he admitted as his hips connected with hers, his shaft nudging her bottom with delicious insistence. “But there’s not a damn thing you’re going to do about it tonight except give me exactly what I want.”
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    A IDAN WAITED , watched for any signs he might be carrying this strip search scene a little too far. He even considered easing up on his grip when Brianne’s wrists twisted against his hand.
    But then she used her repositioned fingers to stroke over the tip of his cock through his jeans and he felt pretty damn certain he was in safe terrain.
    Of course, that was among the least of the things he was feeling right at this moment.
    Brianne’s feathery caress barely whispered over him in her awkward pose with her wrists behind her back, but that slight touch had an impact that nearly brought him to his knees. Even when she was at his mercy, she still managed to be in total control.
    â€œSo what exactly do you want?” Brianne arched her back in a way that pressed her breasts more deeply into his hand. She turned her head to one side and then the other, making her hair ripple against his chest like a silken breeze. “Surely you must know I’m unarmed by now.”
    â€œI don’t know any such thing.” He slid her white blouse down her arms, then released her wrists so he could slip the sleeves off. “As a matter of fact, I’mmore convinced than ever that you’re a dangerous woman with multiple weapons at your disposal.”
    He lifted her arms and planted her hands on the mirror in front of her, now too foggy with the steam they generated to provide a reflection. Just as well as far as Aidan was concerned. His lone view of Brianne’s body was already nudging him into cardiac arrest territory. If he’d been privy to a simultaneous front view, he’d probably keel over from sensory overload.
    Her pale skin stood out in stark contrast to the smoky mirror and her black sequin skirt. A swath of red hair knifed down the middle of her creamy back, a bold splash of color in the austere setting of her office.
    She tossed her hair over one shoulder as she turned around to look at him, one delicate eyebrow arched. “I don’t think you can call what I’m armed with a weapon.”
    â€œSplitting hairs on the semantics isn’t going to save you from getting frisked.” He couldn’t wait to get his hands all over her. The dark exotic scent she wore curled around them like a fragrant whisper. Her teasing words egged him on in his quest to