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Janet buzzed him on his office link to let him know of Anna’s arrival.

  “Anna Hollis to see you,” Janet said.

  “Send her in please,” he said. Anticipation had his hands clasped in a white-knuckled grip on the arm of his chair.

  When she walked in, Dylan was entranced by the vivid turquoise eyes that met his gaze. It was like being hit head on by a Mack truck. His cock twitched in anticipation and thickened painfully at the vision that stood in front of him. He exhaled slowly to try and relieve some of the pressure behind his zipper.

  Holy God. She looked better than even he’d imagined. He did a slow perusal of her body. The frumpy clothes were gone, replaced with a sleek business suit in “fuck me red.” The pencil skirt came modestly just above her knees, but the four-inch heels she wore made her legs look like they went on forever. God how he wanted those shoes around his waist. She wore a matching jacket that zipped up the front, and she had it unzipped about an inch, so a hint of cleavage showed.

  “Anna?” He asked, a little in awe. “Wow. I almost didn’t recognize you. You’ve made quite a change since the last time I saw you.”

  He could tell his words threw her off stride. He was sure she thought she’d gone unnoticed by him and he watched her carefully built confidence crumble slightly. Her show of weakness emboldened him, and he recognized the shy young woman he’d lusted after.

  He got up from behind his desk and extended his hand to her in greeting, his erection prominent behind the zipper of his jeans.

  Her eyes grew wide at his extended hand and she stuttered a little. “Oh…I…I didn’t realize we’d met before.”

  Anna blushed prettily as her shyness warred with curiosity. She’d left her hand in his and gently rubbed the rough calluses on his fingers, driving him to distraction in the process.

  “We’ve never been formally introduced, but I’ve noticed you every time I’m in the store. I’m Dylan Maguire.”

  “Anna Hollis,” she said, her hand still trapped by his.

  “I’m glad you got rid of the glasses. You have beautiful eyes,” he told her.

  He almost laughed as she gulped audibly, and he knew his verbal torment was going to be keeping him awake all night.

  “Thank you,” she said, finally extricating her hand from his. She broke eye contact and walked slowly around his office, giving him the view of a lifetime in the process. She had the roundest ass, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it.

  “What can I help you with today, Anna?” He asked her, returning to the chair behind his desk. “Jack told me you might be interested in building your own place.”

  “Yes, that’s right,” she answered. “My dad gave me some land as a gift, and I’d like to build a place of my own as soon as possible. It’s just on the border of the original Hollis land, not too far from here. I don’t want anything too big, just a comfortable place that I can enjoy for the rest of my life. The trees and the creek will make a good backdrop. I’d like the design of the house to stay true to the land.”

  “We’ll go meet with my architect and see what he can come up with after we’re through here. He can help you put all your ideas on paper and then we’ll get started making your dreams come true.”

  She smiled tentatively at him, but Dylan wasn’t going to let her go so easy. She’d worked up the courage to change her appearance and meet him face to face, and he was going to make her finish what she started.

  “Anna,” he said, caressingly. “Tell me why you’ve really come.”

  She looked confused and shook her head in denial. “I just told you why I’m here.”

  “You only told me part of the reason, and I think it was more of an excuse to come here than a reason anyway.” He got up and stood close in front of her, their bodies a breath apart. “I want you to tell me the real reason for coming, the reason for changing your appearance. Be honest.”

  Anna took a big breath and let it out in a rush. The moment of truth was upon her, not only for Dylan but for herself as well. “I wanted you to notice me.”

  “Oh, I noticed you all right. Why do you think I came in the store so often?” he asked. “My shed is stocked full of more tools than I can possibly use in this lifetime.”

  Dylan moved closer so the heat of his erection brushed against her, and he heard her gasp in surprise. Her breathing became heavy and he could see the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.

  “Now tell me the rest, why did you come to me specifically?” He pulled her body closer, so their breaths meshed with every exhale. He skimmed the tip of his fingers down the side of her breasts to her ribs. “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I want you to teach me,” she blurted out.

  “What do you want me to teach you?” he asked. His breath fanned her ear, and he felt the shivers coursing through her body. He inhaled her scent and could smell the musky layer of arousal floating between them.

  “I want you to teach me how to be sexy.” She worked up her courage and looked him square in the eyes. “I want you to teach me about sex, everything about it. I want to be seen as a woman, and I want you to make my body feel heavy and tingle like it does every time you walk into a room.”

  Dylan watched her cheeks flush with color and duck her head in embarrassment. He was completely speechless. He’d never met a woman who was so brazen, yet so innocent at the same time. His body was hot enough to self-combust, and she had absolutely no idea the effect she was having on him. He tilted her chin back up with his finger and brought her eyes to meet his.

  “You don’t need me to teach you how to be sexy. You are so fucking sexy I could come in my jeans just by looking at you.” He appreciated the way her pupils dilated at his crude words. “I thought you were sexy before you changed your clothes and your hair. You have a body that every man fantasizes about, and you’ve been the star of my dreams for months.”

  “I have?” she whispered.

  “Oh yes,” Dylan said. “And I had every intention of bringing you out of your shell eventually, but fortunately, you did it on your own. That just means we can move our affair forward, skip all the pleasantries and just get down to the pleasure.”

  Dylan knew that Anna’s lack of experience could work to his advantage. He would get the opportunity to mold and instruct her in the art of passion, something he’d never gotten to do before, as most of his previous partners had been long past experienced. And most importantly, he’d make sure she liked sex just the way he did, hard and fast and dirty, any time and any place. There were few women in this world that could satisfy his sexual appetite, and he was determined to make Anna one of them.

  “So you’ll teach me?” she asked hesitantly.

  Dylan snapped back from his lusty vision and focused on the wide-eyed stare in front of him. “Oh yeah, I’ll teach you. And your first lesson is to never be shy or hesitant around me. If you want something, I want you to ask for it. No matter what it is. I’ll do my best to give it to you.”

  Anna still looked unsure at his command, but he admired the way she stuck out her chin and did as he said, even though she was flushed red in embarrassment.

  “I want you to kiss me,” she said. Her voice only quivered slightly at the request.

  Dylan brought her body closer, so she was leaning against him, and he ran his hands down her back slowly until he cradled her ass in his hands. She had such a great backside, full and firm. It fit perfectly in his hands.

  He pressed her against his body, closer, closer, until they were heat to heat, her thighs cradling his hardness.

  She moaned in anticipation, unknown feelings rioting through her body, and Dylan almost lost control. He wanted nothing more than to devour the sweet mouth in front of him, but self control prevailed…barely. He had to savor this first kiss.

  Dylan brought his lips closer and teased her, nipping at her chin and the corners of her mouth. He chuckled at the frustrated sigh she gave, impatient to have his lips join with hers. His eyes were wide open and stared i
nto the fathomless depths of her turquoise orbs. His tongue traced the outline of her lips and she parted them, ready for all of him.

  Dylan took the kiss slowly, deepening it with a gentle thrust of his tongue, but she wouldn’t let him take his time. She growled low in her throat and pressed her lips fiercely to his. He couldn’t hold his control back any longer and met her, stroke for stroke. He’d never had anything that tasted as sweet as Anna Hollis did at that moment. The shy woman she’d been was gone, replaced with a fiery passion that burned him from the inside out.

  “Touch me,” she demanded.

  He whirled her around, so her back was pressed against the desk, and he lifted her so she was barely sitting on the edge. The kiss was scorching, out of control, with a passion so intense he lost himself to the heat of it.

  Things were moving faster than he’d anticipated, but he couldn’t control his body, the instinct to mate prevalent in his mind. He bunched the red skirt around her waist so he could press his throbbing member to her wet heat.

  “Oh God,” she said, feeling him thrust against her, grinding slowly.

  Only the barrier of his jeans and her red lace thong kept him from entering her. He could tell she was close to climaxing by the little whimpers she was making in the back of her throat.

  Her pleasure would have to be enough for now. As much as he wanted to take her across the top of his desk, he knew a building full of people was not the place to do it. And besides, when he got her naked, he wanted her to stay that way for a long time. He knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with having her only once.

  Dylan leaned back to look at the woman in front of him, but kept their centers pressed close together. Their breaths were heaving, and he watched her shiver as he ran the tips of his fingers across her nipples, making them harden even more. Anna’s eyes dilated at his touch and she inhaled quickly.

  He took the zipper of her jacket between his fingers and brought it down slowly, inch by inch, until it sat open, showing hints of the red lace bra beneath it.

  It was like opening a gift on Christmas morning—better than a gift. She was every fantasy come to life, and for the time being, she was all his. Her breasts were full and ripe, spilling from the cups of her bra with every breath. She was magnificent.

  “Are you sure you want me to touch you?” he asked, skimming her nipples again with his knuckles.

  She could barely speak, the sensations were so marvelous. “Yes,” she said on a moan.

  Dylan flipped the front clasp of her bra open and stared in wonder at the magnificent globes in front of him. He tweaked her nipples between his two fingers and squeezed gently, causing her to buck her pelvis against his own. He kissed her swollen mouth again, keeping up the duel assault on her nipples and clitoris.

  “Do you like this?” he asked.

  “Yes…yes. I want more.”

  “Tell me exactly what you want,” he demanded.

  “I want you inside me. I want you to fill me up,” she panted. She was close to the edge, but he moved his fingers just shy of the sweet spot on her clitoris to prolong her pleasure. It was torture.

  “How do you want me to fill you up?”

  She was speechless. The effort it took to talk took too much out of her overly sensitized body.

  “Do you want me to put my cock in your pussy?” he pushed relentlessly. “What about your mouth? Will you take it in your mouth and swallow everything I have to give you? How about your ass,” he said, pushing his pinky down her drenched slit to the tiny puckered hole beneath.

  “Oh, God. Yessssss,” she screamed, and she bucked violently against his ministrations as she came in a violent crash of waves that took over her body and creamed his fingers. Sensations of light and color dimmed her vision until she thought she’d gone blind with the pleasure. She fell against him as exhaustion replaced passion.

  “Oh my God,” she said. “What was that?”

  Dylan chuckled at her question, his need still raging in the lower half of his body. “That was an orgasm. The first of many you’ll have with me.”

  “If I would have known it felt like this, I would have made some changes sooner,” Anna said with a mischievous smile.

  Dylan backed away from her slowly, his body a ticking time bomb, and winced at the discomfort of his straining erection.

  “What about you?” she asked, noticing his pain.

  “Today is not for me. It was an introduction of things to come, a demonstration of sorts. Not to mention the fact that I forgot to lock my office door, and we’re taking a hell of a chance. But I’m not going to wait too much longer. I’ve wanted to fuck you for months.”

  He backed up quickly because he could tell that his words had reignited her arousal. He zipped up her jacket and helped her adjust her skirt. “Give me a few minutes to get my body under control, and we’ll go meet with my architect before I change my mind and take you on the desk.”

  Anna looked like she wanted to take him up on the offer but got shakily to her feet and followed him to the door instead.

  “I can’t go out there like this,” she said, referring to her slightly rumpled skirt and kiss swollen lips. “Do you think he’ll know what we’ve been doing?”

  “No,” Dylan lied with a straight face.

  Anyone would be able to tell what they’d been doing, especially Mitchell. He was no stranger to an aroused woman.

  Anna looked like the morning after a wild night of passion. Her hair was tousled, her lipstick was gone and her face was flushed and dewy.

  “I’ll come by tonight as soon as I get off and we can finish what we’ve started. Does that sound like a good idea to you?” he asked, already counting down the minutes. He kissed her forehead gently and ushered her towards the door.

  “Oh, yes,” she answered. “We’ll need to go somewhere else, because I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you staying the night in the same house as my father. Even though we’re in separate wings of the house, it’s still too close for my comfort.”

  Dylan didn’t bother to correct her assumption that he’d be spending the whole night with her. He never stayed the whole night. It was rule number one for staying unattached. He was going to strive to be the best teacher he could be. Of course, the benefits were more than rewarding if she was an apt pupil, and he had every reason to believe she would be after their first encounter.

  ***

  Anna walked out to the parking lot in front of the offices of Maguire Homes with her legs still shaking. The sun beat down on her drained body, and the pavement felt unsteady beneath her feet. Earth-shattering was the only way she could think to describe her first encounter with Dylan Maguire.

  The meeting with Mitchell had been embarrassing to say the least, her mind unable to stay focused on telling him exactly what she wanted for a house. All she could think about was the feel of Dylan’s lips against hers.

  She stopped at her car and dug her keys out of her bag. They always seemed to end up at the very bottom amidst all the other junk she carried around. She didn’t notice the note until she’d gotten behind the wheel. The piece of yellow paper placed under her windshield wiper was like a flag flapping in the breeze.

  “Uhh,” she groaned, getting out of the car once again. All she wanted to do was go home, take a hot shower, get into bed and get some sleep so she was at her best when Dylan came to pick her up. Being a sex kitten was harder than she’d thought it would be. Her mind was already wandering, thinking of a relaxing evening at home when she opened the note.

  Dylan Maguire is mine. Stay away from him, slut. OR ELSE.

  Anna stood on the pavement, her legs frozen at the words on the page. Dread roiled in her stomach along with something along the lines of disappointment. It didn’t look like Dylan was going to be available to her after all. She’d have to think long and hard about whether or not he was worth the risk.

  Chapter Four

  Dylan stood on the wide, covered front porch of the Hollis’s plantation style house and rang
the doorbell for the third time.

  Under normal circumstances, his builder’s curiosity would be amazed at the craftsmanship of a house over a hundred years old, one of the earliest built in Paradise. He’d run his hands along the large white columns that flanked the massive front doors of the Greek Revival Mansion, or inspect the hand cut glass that laid in the double-hung windows.

  But not tonight. Tonight his mind was on one thing and one thing only. Well, two things. The first was obvious, which was the reason he was standing on Anna’s front porch as anxious as a teenage boy on his first date. But the second…he was confused as to why no one was answering the door.

  He sighed in relief as he saw lights flip on in various rooms of the house as the path was made to the front door. He looked down at his wristwatch to check the time. It wasn’t that late, only eight-thirty, so he guessed Anna must have fallen asleep after their tête-à-tête earlier in the afternoon.

  A satisfied smile flitted around his lips as he heard the deadbolts unlocked from the inside, but it disappeared when he saw it was Jack who answered the door instead of Anna.

  “Hey Dylan, what brings you out here?”

  Dylan found it a little awkward that Anna hadn’t filled Jack in on their plans, but he knew it would take her some time to get used to their situation. Soon everyone in Paradise would know they were lovers. It was the way of a small town and he’d grown accustomed to the life.

  “I’m supposed to pick Anna up. Is she ready to go?” He had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach with the look Jack was giving him.

  “She’s not here,” Jack said. “She left more than two hours ago. She just packed a bag and said she’d be gone for a couple of days, didn’t even tell me where she was going.” He stopped, scratched the stubble on his cheek and gave Dylan a considering glance. “What were you two meeting about this late for? Surely you can talk about the new house during office hours?”

  “We weren’t meeting about the house, Jack. I was picking her up for a date,” Dylan said in his usual straightforward manner.

  “Well it looks to me as if she decided not to go,” Jack said.