Free Heat Flash by Taylor Anne

fear.
    Kendall leaned forward to glance at the screen. “Everything is fine. Like I said, someone dialed the wrong number. So, let’s get down to business. What are we working on tonight?”
    He gave her a final questioning glance before turning his attention to the computer screen.
    They reviewed several business documents while consuming several beers. Switching to another document, Mason said, “These are different layouts for business cards. Help me pick one for Reed Black Investigations.”
    “Ooh. I like the name. Sounds ominous.” Bobby and Mason’s last names paired together had a certain ring to it. Kendall looked at several sample cards Mason had saved. “Wait, go back to the last one.” When she leaned over to get a better look, her breast brushed lightly against his arm. She bristled at the physical contact, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
    Mason continued staring at the computer, not indicating that he noticed her action. He clicked the screen to bring up the card she pointed out. Gray with black lettering. A bold red border circled the name and phone numbers.
    “That one,” she said. “It’s discreet but sends out a message that the job will get handled effectively.”
    “Really?” he asked, frowning in confusion. “You get that from a business card?”
    “The card, and the fact that I know the two brutes behind the business.” She gave him a teasing smile.
    “Brutes?” His strong arm circled her neck in a playful hold. “I’ll show you a brute.” He pulled her toward him and pinned her in a head-lock. She twisted and turned, trying to free herself. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break his grip. And she knew he was not using near the strength he was capable of.
    He loosened his hold and she found herself trapped beneath him. His lean body pressed against hers. Playfully he held her arms above her head. “Give? Say it.” His eyes twinkled with amusement and mischief.
    “I won’t give up.” Kendall’s body wiggled beneath his. She brought her right leg up in hopes of throwing him off balance. His body settled more firmly against hers. The suggestive contact of their bodies changed the atmosphere between them. The air cracked and sizzled with sexual fire. A growl vibrated from deep in his throat.
    Desire darkened his eyes to a deep blue. He lowered his head and captured her lips. He stroked and prodded, plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth. He expertly teased her. Tentatively at first, then more aggressively. She explored inside his mouth. He sucked at her tongue and lips until she thought she would lose all control.
    The kiss intensified. It was the kind of kiss a woman fantasizes about. The kind that breaks all the rules. Purely sexual and possessive. The kind of kiss she would expect from Mason, claiming his woman.
    His body pushed her deeper into the cushions. The friction of his jeans rubbing hers stirred something inside her. Her head spun. He was hard, oh God, and pressing against her thigh. A little higher and their bodies would be united, if it weren’t for the barrier of clothes. She sighed, want filling her insides. She shifted, causing his erection to press more firmly against the softness between her thighs.
    It felt good.
    He felt right.
    “Oh,” she gasped, slowly coming to her senses. She turned her head and broke the seal of their lips. “I give,” she panted. “Stop.” She scrambled to sit up. Her body fought against her better judgment.
    With a hint of reluctance, Mason moved away. He ran his hand down his face, a hiss escaping through his clenched teeth. Kendall allowed a moment for their bodies to calm down. She could see the frustration in him as he shifted into a more comfortable position before sucking down the rest of his beer.
    “I don’t think that was a good idea.” What had she been thinking? She wasn’t thinking, that was the problem. She grabbed her own beer and downed the remains.
    “Why not?” His voice was rough. He