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  Jordan was fucking huge! His long fingers held the swollen cock, her mouth going dry, and then wet again, as she watched him stroke the velvet skin covering the rock-hardness. The head of his cock was smooth, round and engorged, a beast waiting to conquer. And more than anything, at that moment, she wanted that cock slammed into her with all the force the man could muster.

  “Is there a problem?” Jordan’s breath tortured her skin while he placed moist kisses down her on-fire cheeks.

  She lowered her head, worked for words to say, but she couldn’t think of a thing to say that wouldn’t embarrass her more.

  “Roxanne,” Jordan whispered, torturing her further with the simple mention of her name.

  She looked up, but forgot to think when she stared into his handsome face. Even attempting a smile took work.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart.” He brushed his lips against hers.

  They were so moist, so hot, and she was feeling worse than an awkward teenager. Opening to him, tasting coffee mixed with the heat of his mouth, sent her over the edge.

  She let out a murmur, or maybe it was simply a plea for more. Jordan growled into her mouth, deepening the kiss, while his body leaned into hers.

  “I need you now,” he grumbled, breaking the kiss and leaving her working to catch her breath.

  Jordan pressed her hard against the wall, lifted one of her legs, then the other, pinning her so that she couldn’t move. The head of his shaft rubbed against her swollen lips while she tried to move her ass to ease his entrance.

  “Be still, woman,” he growled in her ear, and Roxanne froze.

  Then he thrust. Roxanne hit her head against the wall and saw stars when he pounded into the depths of her womb.

  He drove deep inside her, hitting that spot she’d never been able to reach with her toys. Wave after wave of pent-up desire rushed through her, so that when Roxanne opened her eyes, all she could see was a spectrum of colors.

  “Oh. God.” She didn’t remember sex being this good.

  Jordan Hall reached depths within her that she knew had never been reached before. And the man had stamina like she never imagined. With every thrust her inner muscles clamped around him, soaking both of them with her juices.

  She dug her fingers into the flesh on his shoulders. Her juices streamed and tickled her ass, while he impaled her repeatedly.

  “Don’t stop,” she wailed. Please never stop.

  Hair fell in her face, while her head tapped the wall behind her, but she didn’t care about either. All of her attention focused on that wonderful cock nailing every aching pressure point deep within her.

  Roxanne could tell by how Jordan’s entire body seemed to contort that he was about ready to explode. At the same time, her inner muscles swelled, peaking, building to a pressure point as she readied herself for possibly the largest orgasm she had ever experienced. She worked to clear her thoughts, wanting nothing to interfere with the climax she wanted desperately to experience. When Jordan lunged for the final time, her lower back scraped the wall, but her inner body exploded in a shower of light and molten heat that left her limp and numb. Never before had she experienced sex like this, and with the one man she had sworn she would never touch.

  Chapter Two

  After getting her car for her, Jordan waited for Roxanne to leave the parking lot in her Probe, before taking off. The urge to follow her back to her house overwhelmed him, and he stopped before reaching the exit of the lot and pinched the bridge of his nose.

  Best thing to do right now would be to bury himself in work.

  The ride home didn’t last long enough for Jordan to turn his thoughts toward work. He pushed the button on the white box clipped to his sun visor, and his garage door silently slid open as he pulled his Porsche onto his blacktop drive. Jordan heard the familiar beep of his security system as he entered his kitchen, and reached for the mail that Millie, his housekeeper, had left on the counter. He barely looked at it before tossing the unopened envelopes back where they had been.

  Roxanne had distracted his thoughts before, but after tonight, Jordan started to think the rest of his night would be ruined for getting any work done. What a hot fucking ride she had been. And to think she had worked next to him for the past two years and he had waited this long to find out how good she was.

  Damn. He must be getting old. Jordan walked through his house toward the back patio, and then stepped outside to turn on the hot tub. If he had done that woman before tonight however, he realized he might not have made all the profits he had over the past year. She would have kept him way too busy.

  Jordan had a feeling that Roxanne was the kind of lady who would want more and soon. He grinned at the thought, and tested the temperature of the water. He almost laughed out loud when he felt the vibration of his cell phone.

  “Jordan here,” he said, still smiling.

  “Jordan.” The voice of one of his senior accountants, Ralph Layette, made the smile on Jordan’s face disappear. “I think we might have a problem.”

  * * * * *

  Roxanne toweled dry in a rush as the phone rang for the second time. Her pale blue robe hung on the hook of her bathroom door, and she threw one arm into it, and then the other as she left damp footprints on her carpet.

  “Hello,” she said, after grabbing the cordless from its cradle.

  “Are you up already?” Her best friend, Joanie, sounded way too cheerful for the early hour. But that was Joanie.

  “Just hopped out of the shower.” Roxanne crooked the phone between her shoulder and cheek and ran her towel over her legs as she headed toward her bedroom.

  “I just wanted to see if you could meet for lunch. I got the invitations in the mail yesterday and you’ve just got to see them.” Joanie sounded so excited that Roxanne couldn’t help but smile.

  “These are the ones you and I picked out? The ones with the roses on them?”

  Roxanne remembered the day she and Joanie had chosen wedding invitations, napkins, and so many other little necessities for her friend’s upcoming wedding. The day had left Roxanne feeling a little down, since she doubted she would ever be able to plan such an event for herself. After Jeffrey had left town, it just seemed like too much work to try and establish a relationship with a man. It always led to heartache. But Joanie had reveled in every moment, and Roxanne wanted to be there for her best friend.

  “Yes. Meet at my house around twelve-thirty?”

  “Sounds good.” Roxanne told her friend goodbye and then pushed the “off” button on her phone before tossing it on her bed.

  Matisse, her well-fed, long-haired white cat, stood up and stretched, and sniffed at the phone, which lay next to her.

  Roxanne ran her hand over the cat’s silky white fur. “Sorry, sweetie. Did I wake you?”

  The cat offered a scratchy meow, and Roxanne turned to begin applying her makeup. She towel-dried her hair, and flinched as she ran fingers over a couple of tender areas on the back of her head.

  Heat raced through her as she thought about the night before. What a fool she had been. Granted, Jordan Hall had given her the best sex she had experienced in her entire life, but what did that say about her?

  The man had taken her like a common whore. They hadn’t even completely undressed, and of all things, up against the wall in the secretarial pool.

  Heat flushed from her cheeks to her tummy as humiliation rushed through her. This was her boss. She worked side by side with the man every single day. Not only would she have to face him today, but she would spend her entire day with him. Roxanne blew out a frustrated breath of air.

  “Well, girl, you fucked up big this time,” she said to herself in the mirror, and reached for her blow-dryer. “You don’t want to lose your job so you’re just going to have to make the best of it.”

  The drive across town wasn’t as bad, Roxanne realized as she shifted lanes easily, since she had left her house forty minutes earlier than normal. The report would be complete and on Jordan’s desk be
fore he arrived that morning. There were a few other accounts in her in-tray she wanted to have done before lunch, and Jordan’s meeting with their biggest client was today. Hopefully the two of them wouldn’t experience too much time alone.

  Roxanne’s tummy did nasty flip-flops wondering how he would react to her today. She scolded herself to focus on her tasks, and not on her well-endowed boss.

  A couple of the other executives were in their offices when Roxanne arrived, and she greeted each of them as she always did, while making her way to Jordan’s office at the end of the hall. Although he never arrived much before ten, Roxanne still breathed a sigh of relief when she flipped on the light and surveyed the empty office. Her computer hummed as it booted up, and she turned Jordan’s on as well, as she always did, then started coffee. Within thirty minutes she had the report complete and on her boss’s desk. His desk…where it all had started. Roxanne ran her fingers over the edge of it, remembering how the man had successfully managed to dominate her and turn her into complete putty in his hands. A tingling between her legs reminded her that he had done a damn good job of it too.

  She reached for a pad of yellow sticky notes, and scratched out a comment to attach to the report. One of the accounts hadn’t balanced accurately. It appeared the bank showed a smaller balance than their records did. She had contacted the bank and verified the amount, and then adjusted their records.

  “Please ask Mr. Uphouse if he made a personal withdrawal without notifying us,” she mumbled as she wrote the message.

  “Roxanne?” She jumped at the sound of Dorothy’s voice, and turned to press the button on her phone.

  “Yeah, Dorothy?” She looked at the small speaker attached to her phone.

  Glancing at the half-open office door, she leaned back in her chair, stretching her legs under her desk, and massaged a sore muscle in her shoulder.

  “Mr. Hall is on line one for you.”

  Roxanne sat up straight. Everything inside her turned to stone. Her gut clenched, her throat constricted, and for a moment she couldn’t respond or move her finger from the speaker button.

  This power Jordan had managed over her was infuriating, and she gritted her teeth to fight it off. Thinking about how he had taken her, made her want him all over again and had her nerves on edge, which really pissed her off.

  “Thanks, Dorothy,” she managed, clearing her throat and forcing herself to relax.

  Get a grip on yourself, she scolded, as she pressed her hands together prayer fashion, and held them to her lips. Last night was a one-night fling. The two of them worked very closely together, and both were consenting adults. She knew he had enjoyed himself too. The smile he had offered her while they dressed, or more like adjusted their clothing afterward, had been proof of that. They hadn’t said much, but she knew a good fuck meant both of them had gotten off.

  However, today was a new day. The man was her boss, and she could keep their relationship professional, just as it had been for the past two years.

  “Yes, boss,” she said as she picked up the phone, trying to sound as nonchalant as she always did.

  “I need you to print the accounts payable file on Roger Uphouse. Pull the file on his overseas account, and be at the Garrison Lounge at one-thirty. Roger will be there and you will join us to explain the transactions if he has questions.”

  “Not a problem.” She was proud of her confident tone, her relaxed-sounding voice. If only her insides would calm down. “I’ll be there.”

  Roxanne glanced at Jordan’s desk, where the Uphouse file rested with the note she had just stuck to it. He must have the rest of his files, since they weren’t in the office, but this one held the bank transactions. She wondered if he knew about the discrepancy.

  And although she didn’t like it, Jordan offered no explanation as to why he wanted that particular file. Nor did he bother to let her know why her presence was needed. That was so like him, always in control and never bothering to fill her in on details. Man, did he need some serious training!

  Well, it was a good thing she had found the discrepancy, and didn’t need to ask Jordan any questions. As always, Roxanne would be prepared.

  Training? Wait a minute, what was she thinking? Jordan was her boss, and that was it. Some other woman could train him. This was his company, and all she needed to focus on was doing her job to the best of her ability.

  She gave herself a mental shake, reminding herself once again that last night had simply been a much-needed good fuck. There was no way she could spare her heart again for possible heartbreak.

  Slowly she gathered what she would need for the luncheon, once again going over the file so she would be prepared for any questions.

  The Garrison Lounge was one of the most exquisite restaurants in town, and during the day, a common retreat for executives to wine and dine favorite clients. Roxanne had met Jordan there once before, and knew the place reeked of class and elegance.

  She glanced down at the conservative dress she had chosen for the day. Granted, she was simply an accountant for Hall Enterprises, but it wouldn’t hurt to put on something a bit more chic for the luncheon meeting.

  Going over wedding plans with Joanie would have to be put on hold until another day.

  * * * * *

  The two men sat at a corner table, and Roxanne greeted both with a smile as the host pulled her seat for her. “Good afternoon, gentleman.”

  “I don’t believe we have had the pleasure of meeting.” Roger Uphouse extended a hand across the table. The man had a rugged Texan look about him, and Roxanne guessed him to be in his mid-forties. Light brown hair had slight streaks of gray running through it, but his clean-shaven face showed no wrinkles or worry lines. Overall he was a fairly attractive man. Roger grinned as Roxanne accepted his hand.

  “Well now, Jordan, this attractive lady could soothe any concerned client you might have,” he added. “Jordan told me you’d bring the transaction reports I asked to see.”

  Roxanne released her hand but couldn’t reach for the files she’d pulled from her briefcase before Jordan took them.

  He handed them to Uphouse. “Yes. We have printouts right here. And if you approve of what I’ve done, we can make arrangements to move your other accounts in a similar fashion.”

  The last thing he wanted was Uphouse focusing all of his attention on Roxanne. There had been no time to get to the office before this meeting. He knew he could have had Roxanne fax the file to him, but damn it, he’d wanted to see her.

  Roger Uphouse took the printout that Roxanne had brought with her, and compared the two. He wrinkled his brow, taking time to compare the figures. After several minutes of silence, he looked across the table, smiling. “Good move, Hall,” Uphouse said. “I like your keen eye for the market. Normally I like to approve all transactions of my monies, but this stock moved so quickly, that you made a good call in switching money as you did.”

  Roxanne wanted to know what transaction Uphouse referred to, but she held her tongue. She could only guess that somehow Jordan had been the one to take the money from the account that showed an off balance, and use it to purchase some stock. But why wouldn’t he have made a note in the file if he had done so? Jordan would ream any employee for pulling a stunt like that, and it wasn’t like the man to do anything different than what he would expect of his employees. All she could do was wait for later to get her answers.

  The waiter arrived to take their orders, and Roxanne found her knowledge wasn’t needed when Jordan answered most of the questions Roger asked. The millionaire smiled at her occasionally, but Jordan never looked her way. He focused on business and, for the most part, Roxanne focused on her salad.

  The business suit she had selected when she stopped home before her meeting with the two men was comfortable. Her tan suit jacket, white silk blouse, and knee-length skirt fit the atmosphere perfectly. She crossed her legs, and then looked up in time to see Roger glance her way and their eyes met briefly. But Jordan never swayed from the t
opic at hand.

  The three of them continued the discussion of Roger’s overseas accounts as they headed for the exit, but once outside the building, Roger stopped Roxanne with a hand to her elbow.

  “We’ve spent this entire luncheon discussing nothing but business.” Roger had a friendly smile, and Roxanne felt comfortable with him.

  “I thought that was what business luncheons were for,” she teased, and found Roger had a warm laugh.

  “I would be honored if you would join me later today for a drink. Jordan told me earlier that you have a knack for the market. I would love to pick your brain a bit.”

  “Roxanne has a busy afternoon on her calendar.” Jordan spoke before Roxanne could respond.

  More than anything he wanted to touch her, give Uphouse the clue that Roxanne wasn’t available. But he didn’t have that right, and for some reason, that irked him more than Uphouse’s way too chivalrous attitude.

  When Uphouse looked like he would comment, Jordan decided he needed to be more clear. “It might be best for you to call the office later today. I’m not sure yet what meetings she will need to attend,” he added, knowing Roxanne knew he had no idea what was on her schedule.

  She set her own schedule, hell, she arranged his days for him. And maybe he had been out of line, but damn it, he hadn’t had a chance to talk to her since last night. There was no way what they had done would be just a one-night stand. He wouldn’t have it.

  “Sounds good,” Roger nodded, and then said his farewells.

  Roxanne let her polite smile fade when Roger turned toward his car. Without a word to Jordan, she turned and marched toward her own car.

  What kind of nerve did that man think he had? There were no afternoon meetings. Not only did Roxanne arrange her own schedule, she set Jordan’s schedule as well. More times than not, he didn’t have a clue what was on his agenda until he consulted with her.