Echoes of Desire: Dance of Deception

IAN

between us, his lips claimed mine in a possessive kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, both hungry and tender. Then, slowly, oh so tantalizingly slowly, he back

moans joined the sound of fabric tea

s my center, I bite my lip to keep from screaming out. His tongue, a masterful artist, begins stroking and teasing until I'm

tightens with my need, and just when I think I can't take any more, he pulls away and enters me in one swift, powerful thrust. His hips begin

iately swinging about the moonlit room and landing on Mr. Friskies, his feline

makeshift bed and closed my eyes, m

the phone. "Where are you! Why aren't you taking my call? Wel

t I'd laid eyes on him again, I knew I was in trouble...bad, bad trouble. At thirty-four, six-foot-two, two-hundred-thirty pounds, with thick,

ancer. I'd left under a veil of uncertainty; I didn't know if or when I'd be back. I didn't regret the disruption of my life in my mom's time of need, as it had

d as partners and lovers, was gone. In

living room and glanced at my phone, seeing I had a message, I'd peered at the

ke a ping-pong ball in a box. Instantly I'd felt a sinking in my gut...knowing if he was cal

more securely, my hair dripping all over my shoulders a

you in a bit." Well, I couldn't help thinking, that

he growled low, "Why haven't you been answering my calls?" No sooner had the low sensual drawl of his words vibrated through me, then he blasted me with, "As your team lead

d. "Are you finished?" Was he wanting

out by a car coming to a stop in the lane before me. I

glance at the long line of cars waiting to inch their way forward and through the stoplight. I'd been waiting for my chance to pull out of the gas stati

apped instead, "Goddammit, Brianna-what are you

fucking idiot if you think I'd listen to my music that freaking loud. You have to be the most, deaf, blind and I'm thin

he frustrated breath he heaved on the other end.

ding toward where I sat waiting for my turn to pull out onto the road and I snarled, "At the goddamn gas s

e bureau. After parking, I fell into step beside him as we made our way toward

t all, and I was a mess because of it. I felt bad about shouting at him, bu

morning! But, like it or not; after the dream I'd had? Yeah, I needed it. I needed us to be angry and distant with each othe

sing with an uncaring attitude toward his desk from the filing cabinet. As he continu

looked up, glaring at me. "Where the

ing at him as I crossed my arms over my chest. He want

lips, he barked, "Get the damn f

ving an inch. "Can we say, pretty please?" I drawled,

d his eyes bugged. "Are

yielding. "Nope, you want me to help you

ease, Brianna, will you find the Aikins

A-D, I reached into the A section and pulled out the file needed. Turning, I stomped over to his desk, and slapped the

thanks. Opening the file, he sank into his chair and dug through the file's contents. After a few minutes, he g

back of my neck. "I'm not a fucking dog! You can't say,

s he flipped pages. Finally, letting out a sigh, he raised his hands. Using

from the seat and stalked over to s

lank faces, his breathing erratic. Fina

ved him; that, he was ensconced so deep in my heart he had become its r