Free Seducing the Fireman (Risky Business) by Jennifer Bonds Page B

a quick one—without the conversation disintegrating into World War III.
    “You’re welcome. We should do it again sometime.” He grinned,unable to resist busting her balls just a little. “I hear there’s a great place over in Chelsea that serves the best pie in Manhattan.”
    She stuck her tongue out at him. “Smart-ass.”
    “Give me your keys. I’ll carry this stuff out to your car while you finish packing up your camera,” he offered, grabbing the tower of boxes from the table.
    He carried the boxes to her car, lockingthem in the trunk before returning to find the warehouse empty. The camera bag was packed, but its owner was nowhere to be found.
    “Becca?”
    Where had she gone now? Night was falling fast, casting long shadows across the cement floor. It was creepy as hell. Time to find Becca and get out. He made his way back the hall she’d come from earlier, calling her name to avoid scaring the shitout of her.
    When he finally found her in a supply closet, she was bent over with her rear in the air, her dark leggings showcasing the perfection of her ass. Not quite what he was expecting, but damn if his cock didn’t swell at the sight. The mental picture of taking her from behind was front and center in his brain as he watched her, eyes glued to her backside.
    “Stop staring at myass,” she said, twisting to confirm her suspicions, “and help me find my phone. I thought I left it on the shelf in here, but I can’t find it. Maybe it fell on the floor?”
    She continued to rummage through the boxes and bins on the lower shelves, so he joined her, using his own phone to brighten the dim room as he looked under the rusty shelves. Crawling around in a dirty supply room wasn’texactly how he imagined spending an evening with the sexy woman beside him, but better him crawling around on the floor than her. Spotting a dark lump beneath the shelving unit, he reached under, hoping like hell he wasn’t about to catch a case of lockjaw for his trouble, and pulled out the phone.
    “Got it.”
    When he turned to stand, he found Becca right behind him. They collided, hisface going straight to her lady bits as her hands tangled in his hair, holding him tight.
    They both froze.
    The sexual tension in the room was so damn thick they’d need the Jaws of Life to cut through it.
    Fuck it.
    He gripped her ass, cupping those round cheeks and using them as leverage to pull her close. She remained silent, as if waiting to see what he’d do next. Keepingtheir bodies flush, he climbed to his feet slowly, savoring the feel of her soft curves against his chest. Their eyes met, and damn if he didn’t want to lose himself in those dark depths. The way she was looking at him, like he was the answer to a prayer she’d never voiced aloud? It nearly stripped him of his restraint. A lesser part of his brain told him to take it slow—the last thing he wantedto do was spook her—but he ignored it, letting instinct take over. Their attraction? It wasn’t cerebral. It was primal.
    “Don’t even think about it,” she warned, making no move to separate their bodies, although they stood so close he could feel the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight. Was it wishful thinking or had she actually gotten closer? “Don’t be coy.”
    “Are you seriously going to pretend you don’t feel that?” He smirked. “The sexual tension in this closet is so thick we’re both drowning in it.”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Now who’s being coy? One word, Becca.” He paused. “ Yes . That’s all youhave to say.”
    Becca lifted her chin and licked her lips, leveling him with a look that said she was ready for the stare-down of the ages. Figured. No matter how bad they both wanted it, she’d dig in her heels just to spite him.
    She was so damn sexy when she was