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  Jack closed his hand gently around her poking finger and pulled her fully against him. He took the other hand and wound it through her silky tresses then gave a tug to get her attention. His cock hardened when she moaned and shuddered. Looking into her eyes, he could see her pupils had begun to dilate. Christ, the woman was perfect. He leaned down until his mouth was at her ear. “I’m here because my waitress is hard to pin down.” He felt her shudder again and couldn’t resist taking that soft little ear lobe into his mouth for a nip. He heard her breath catch again and felt her nipples pebble against his chest.

  Kat pulled back a bit, but couldn’t make her eyes open more than half mast as she felt the nip at her ear again before those talented lips and teeth started working up her jawline. “Maybe she doesn’t want to be pinned down.” That earned her a dark chuckle and a quick tug at her scalp from the hand still wound through her hair.

  “Oh, I think she wants to be pinned down very much. Pinned, tied, spanked.” Kat couldn’t help the moan that slipped out. “What a sweet sound. I plan on hearing you make those sounds a lot in the very near future.”

  Kat knew she should protest when she felt him hoist her up, but her traitorous body had other ideas. “Put your legs around my waist, Katherine.” She did as he asked—hell, ordered was more like it. She felt him start to move away from the door, then felt her bottom hit the cold surface of the break table. “Keep those legs around me, Katherine.” She really did start to protest, which he must have sensed, because before the words could form he swooped in and laid claim to her mouth. When she felt him start to soften the kiss, she tried to deepen it and was rewarded with another tug on her scalp.

  What the hell was wrong with her? Every time she felt that prickle at her scalp, a fresh burst of moisture literally dampened her panties. She felt drugged, out of sorts. This man was seriously making her act crazy.

  Jack was trying to rein himself in, but she was so damn responsive to every touch and stroke, he couldn’t make himself quit just yet. She was responding beautifully each time he subtly controlled her actions. Every little bite of pain had her pussy heating. Whether she acknowledged it or not, Kat liked to be controlled sexually, and he needed to be in control in the bedroom… perfect. Pulling away from her mouth, he met a glazed pair of forest green eyes. She was completely lost in the moment, good.

  “Katherine, open your legs. Let me see if you’re as wet as I think you are.”

  Kat unclasped her legs from Jack’s waist and allowed them to fall open. Her immediate compliance had him groaning. He could feel his cock pulsing, getting thicker and harder. He couldn’t recall a time such tame play had him ready to come. Jack once again ate at her mouth while his hand made its way down to flip up the skirt of her server uniform.

  She felt a rush of cool air on her thighs, but didn’t have time to wonder over it before Jack’s hand cupped her panty-covered crotch. They both groaned at the contact. “Katherine, your panties are drenched.” She felt him push them aside, then a thick finger pushed into her core.

  She wanted to be embarrassed, she truly did. Jack was right. She was so turned on and so wet the crotch of her panties had started to become uncomfortable. But her entire being was focused on the finger, oh mercy, make that two fingers working her sensitive tissues. Then he decided to let a thumb work over her clit. Kat couldn’t help it, she let her head fall back, spread her legs wider to give even better access and prayed he didn’t stop. Had anything ever felt so good?

  Jack watched Kat surrender her body as he worked the swollen little button of nerves. Her hungry little cunt was sucking his fingers back into her body each time he pulled out. He could feel his balls tighten, ready for release. Damn, he’d not meant to go this far with the little spitfire. Not here at any rate. Her attempt to run, again, had made him angry. He’d acted rashly, something completely out of character. Now he was fighting not to come in his own pants like a prepubescent teen. Releasing the grip on her hair, he reached down to unzip uncomfortably tight pants. His cock sprang free and bumped into Katherine’s hot, wet pussy. He hissed out a breath and pulled back. Jack looked up at Kat to find her head no longer thrown back in bliss. Those beautiful eyes were focused on the fingers fucking into her body and his erection. Shutting eyes, trying to gain some control, he felt a soft touch on an already aching cock. Eyes flying open, he saw Kat had a small hand wrapped around the head of his dick.

  Kat looked in amazement at Jack’s cock. It was big, bigger than her ex-husband’s, and bigger than the one lover she’d had after her divorce. Big, with a mushroom-shaped head that was seeping pre-cum, the skin velvet and hot to the touch. She stroked it once and was rewarded with a fresh spurt of pre-cum leaking from the tip. She bet it would taste warm and salty. The thought had her licking her lips.

  Jack groaned. She was killing him. She was eyeing him like her favorite-flavored ice cream cone, and that little pink tongue darting out had his balls clenching in agony. He refused to fuck her in an employee lounge, for God’s sake. She’d never forgive him. Time to end this. Jack reached down and pried that soft little hand from his dick.

  Kat looked up with a pout and Jack couldn’t help his rough chuckle. “Sweetheart, you can play with it all you want, but not right now. Right now, I want to fuck you so bad I hurt. Look at me, Katherine, baby.” When she didn’t immediately do as he asked, he gave her clit a little pinch. Well, fuck. That had backfired. She’d liked that, he thought when he felt the walls of her pussy pulse violently in reaction. “Katherine, are you with me? Can you feel my fingers fucking this tight little pussy? Playing with that hard little clit? Can you deny me now? Do it, tell me there’s nothing here, nothing between us.”

  Kat heard the words and knew she should shout, deny, and push him away. But her climax was mere strokes away. Feeling it crash through her body was the only thing that she could think of right now. “Jack, please,” she whimpered.

  Jack smiled in triumph. “That’s right, sweetheart, ride my fingers give that hungry little pussy what it needs. Next time you come it’s going to be with me buried deep in this sweet little spot.”

  “Please, Jack… I have to, please!”

  Jack gave her clit one last flick and pumped his fingers hard into her core. He felt her muscles tighten, then release with a quiver. Her walls clenched repeatedly. Beautiful, he thought, fucking perfect actually. Carefully pulling his fingers from her quivering center and felt her body tense again as the slight movement set off another orgasm. So very responsive, he could spend hours making her come again and again until even the slightest puff of air would be too much.

  He glanced down at the pretty pink pussy laid out so temptingly. It was swollen and wet, it would be so easy to just slide his dick into all that heat and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. His cock was all for that idea. Never had a woman tempted his control this much. He’d been like a fucking horny teenager since the moment he’d seen this little spitfire. Pulling her closer, allowing his dick to slide through those glistening folds, once, twice. Satisfaction rolled through his body when the flutter of another small orgasm rippled through her pussy. Fuck. This had to stop or he’d be fucking her blind right here.

  A knock at the door had Kat coming out of her pleasure-induced coma. Oh. My. God. What had she done? Kat cut a glance at Jack who was zipped back up and looking perfect again. While she still had her skirt hiked up to her stomach, legs spread, privates exposed, and if she wasn’t mistaken her juices running down her ass. “Kat, you okay sugar?” she heard Chase ask through the door.

  “I’m fine, Chase. Give me a minute.” She grimaced when she pulled her legs together, and felt the sticky wetness. Grabbing the end of her skirt to pull it down, Jack pulled her up short. “I want to pull that skirt off you, spread you back on that table and lick every drop of that cream coating that beautiful pink cunt and creamy thighs. I can smell your sweet scent and it’s making me crazy. Would you let me eat you, Katherine? Clean up all those sweet juices?”

 
Kat felt her pussy pulse at the raunchy words, what the hell she’d just had the mother of all orgasms. “Jack, this is…”

  “No, Katherine, you will not try to make this go away. It happened and it’ll happen again and again and again. I’m going back to my table, clean up and come to me there.” Jack walked to the door, but stopped before he’d opened it completely. “Don’t run from me, Katherine. I’ve been more than patient with you, but if you take off again, I will catch you. And you won’t like the consequences this time.” With that parting shot he walked out the door.

  Kat jumped up from the table as soon as the door clicked shut. What the fuck had she been thinking? Better yet what had she done? Grabbing paper towels, she turned on the tap to wet them and tried cleaning herself up best she could with cold water. The whole time chastising her traitorous body for letting a man she barely knew… damn, she couldn’t even finish the thought of what he did to her. Jack Kincaid had to think she was some kind of slut. The door opened just as she was throwing the mess of paper towels away.

  “So that sweet little persona you lord over us all is just an act, huh?”

  Kat cringed at the sound of Marla’s voice. Great, everyone knew she’d been back here with Jack. Ignoring Marla, she headed for the door.

  “Hope you at least got a nice tip off of him before he fucked you. He scooted out that door so fast he didn’t leave anything on the table.”

  Still not speaking to Marla, she spun around and went to her locker, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. She heard Marla yell out the door “What’s wrong, Kat, feeling a sudden case of nasty old whore coming on? Don’t worry, next time he comes in I’ll show that man what it’s like to have a real woman. You know, one whose tits aren’t old and saggy like she is? We might even laugh about your old ass while we’re in bed together.”

  The restaurant had a back door for deliveries so she headed in that direction. A bus boy moved aside to let her pass. “Could you tell Chase I’m not feeling well and I need to leave for the day?”

  “No problem, Kat. Hope you feel better.”

  “Wait. Could you look at table 26 and make sure the big, dark-haired guy is gone.” Kat must have been a glutton for punishment.

  He walked past her and popped his head around the wall. “Nope, don’t see no dark guy. Blond dude, big and all suited up. Someone giving you problems, Kat?”

  “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” Kat pivoted and headed for the delivery door. The alley smelled like garbage and urine made worse from the heat of the day. She slung her purse over her shoulder and walked toward the street. She really shouldn’t care that he left after giving her the best sexual release of her life. If Chase was right about who Mr. Jack Kincaid really was, a real relationship would never work. Rich men falling for a poor working class chick only happened in sappy movies and bodice rippers, as Ruth called them. Ruth was always telling her to live a little, take chances. Maybe this was her wake-up call, a chance to flex her feminine muscles. Kat grimaced at the thought. Her feminine muscles were feeling rather sore from the round of flexing they’d just experienced. Still, she had to admit the thought of Jack Kincaid being interested in her had been nice while it lasted. Tomorrow was soon enough to worry about all of it.

  Chapter 3

  Jack was so pissed, he couldn’t see straight. She’d ran, damn her. It didn’t matter, he knew her reasoning. That octopus of a server had plopped down at his table while he was waiting on Kat and explained how she’d gotten rid of “that old hag.” That she was ready to violate in any way he saw fit. She’d smiled and ran her hand up his thigh. He’d grabbed the clawed appendage before she’d reached her goal. She was lucky Ronan had been there to hustle her away before he ripped into her and the generous offer of double penetration. Jack knew he was being unreasonable. He couldn’t seem to stop himself where Kat was concerned. After practically attacking her in a work break room, he should cut her some slack. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be an option for either of them.

  He knew she was submissive and that he was coming on way too strong for someone who wasn’t even aware of their own nature. She wasn’t even into the scene, from what he could tell. She was dealing with the guilt of liking all the naughty things he was making her do. He’d have to win her trust. She was a sensual little thing and he hoped to play that in his favor. He wasn’t above using her response to get her right where he wanted and needed her.

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  Why the hell were these movies called chick flicks? She was a chick, but these were definitely not her kind of flicks, yuck. Give me Die Hard or Transporter… yum yum Jason Statham… any day, Kat thought glumly, as she watched the cute little blonde in the movie grab a bridesmaid dress. She’d come home from work, slipped into yoga pants that had never seen even a second of actual yoga and proceeded to veg out in front of the TV. Daytime programming sucked. Even her favorite home improvement channel was nothing but a rerun fest. Popping another piece of extra buttery, buttered popcorn in her mouth Kat scowled at the TV. Real women were so not like that. Just as she was about to set the oversized trough of fat and calories on the coffee table, thunderous knocking at her front door had her fumbling the bowl and watching popcorn fly around the room. “Damn. Damn. Damn!” She bent to scoop up the mess, but the crazy person at her door was trying to beat it down. If it was that jerk from Carl’s Pizza again, she was going to wring his scrawny, perverted neck.

  “Stop knocking already, I hear you. The whole damn building hears you! Geno, you better hope you didn’t wake up Mr. Carter,” she yelled as she yanked the door open, ready to blast the little transplanted Italian stallion wannabe.

  “Who the hell is Geno?” Jack Kincaid barked before moving past her and into her apartment. “And don’t think we aren’t going to discuss the fact you opened that door without looking to see who was knocking. Now back to my first question… who the hell is Geno?”

  Kat stood in the still opened doorway. Why was Jack Kincaid standing in her living room? How dare he? After he had bounced out of the restaurant at record speed, he dared to barge in and question her?! Slamming the door, she stalked across the floor to stand toe to toe with the arrogant bastard. “How dare you question anything I do? You left, Mr. Fucking Kincaid. If I want to have a line of Geno’s waiting at my door, just waiting for me to spread my legs wide, you”—poke—“have”—poke—“no”—poke—“say”—poke.

  Jack tried to hold onto his anger, but was there anything more adorable than this petite firecracker trying to poke her way through his chest? She was spitting mad and didn’t give a damn he towered over her by a foot and outweighed her by one-hundred pounds. “Sweetheart, I’d be impressed if you could find enough Genos in Kentucky to form a respectful line.”

  Kat opened her mouth to castigate him, then an image of a line of Geno’s stretched around her apartment popped into her head and she burst out laughing. For some reason she had expected big bad alpha Kincaid to get angry. Instead, he’d made her laugh. “Why are you here?” she asked, sliding around him to pick up popcorn. Dropping to her knees, she crawled around the couch cleaning up the mess. “You had your clean break at the restaurant what more is there to say?”

  “I didn’t leave the restaurant. Your bitchy coworker made that up to get you to stomp off mad… and it worked.”

  Kat looked up from the floor as Jack’s shoes stopped right in front of her. “You weren’t there unless you can morph into a big blond stud.”

  “Kat, get up from the floor.”

  “I’m cleaning the mess you caused with all that damn knocking.”

  “Kat. I’m trying my damnedest not to throw you over my shoulder, but the sight of you on your knees, at my feet, has my cock throbbing. I’m pissed, I’m horny, and my control is hanging by a thread. Stand up, now.”

  She couldn’t help it. His words made her eyes lock on the undeniable erection tenting his jeans. She remembered how hard and thick it had looked and how silky it had felt in her hand.

  “
Katherine!” Jack barked again. Tearing her eyes away from his crotch, she looked up at his hungry gaze. Right, standing up.

  He almost lost it. When she’d looked up, she’d had that same glassy eyed look she’d had while holding his cock. They needed to talk more than they needed to fuck. Of course, his body was not in agreement. He said a silent thank you when she got to her feet. “I didn’t leave you. I stepped outside to speak to my mother. I even dragged my brother, Ronan, out of the car to hold my table. That was the big blond you saw. As for the stud comment, if you value sitting, you’ll not ever call my brother a stud again. His ego is big enough.” Jack took her fidgeting hands into his own. “The only reason you aren’t spread over my lap getting that ass turned red is because I’m trying to be patient. This is all so new to you.” Kat’s head shot up at that and he was happy to see curiosity rather than fear. He had a feeling she’d spend a lot of time laid across his knee with a red ass.

  “I’m a grown woman. You will not spank me like I’m a bad child.”

  “Oh, it’ll be a far cry from a child’s spanking,” he said huskily.

  “Jack, this is silly. You don’t know me. I don’t know you and Chase told me who you were. I’m not some playboy’s toy,” she said, pulling on her hands. Jack refused to release her, though. “This wouldn’t work. I’m an overaged server, not a model, not a high-powered career woman. I might have given you the wrong impression today. In fact, I know I did. That’s not me. I’ve been with two men my entire life and they both were long-term relationships. Jumping into bed with a stranger is not me. I’m creeping up on forty, Jack, forty. Old, totally old. Oh my God, maybe I’m going through the change early!” Katherine groaned and slumped her head forward onto Jack’s chest.

  Jack couldn’t help the chuckle even as he stroked her silky hair. He loved long hair and she had it in abundance. “Hush. You are not old and you are not going through the change. What you are is argumentative and hard headed.” When she started to raise her head, no doubt to argue., he wouldn’t let her move, simply continued to caress her. “None of that. You’re going to listen before you fly off again.” He held her silently and stroked her hair until he felt her pulse settle and her muscles relax. Then he pulled her to the couch. Sitting down, he maneuvered her unresisting body onto his lap. Her muscles tensed when she felt the erection pressing into her buttocks. “Stay where I put you, Katherine. Now, as to your other worry that I got the wrong impression you’re mistaken. I spent an enjoyable morning with your godmother. She told me everything there was to know about you.” He heard Kat groan, which caused him to smile. “I know you talked early, walked earlier, and broke your arm in the third grade. That you love art, will read anything you can get your hands on. In high school you were quiet and serious, rarely dated. Married early, but divorced a mere five years ago. You love macaroni and cheese and chocolate in any and all forms. For the record Ruth believes you’re much too straight laced and cautious.”