Jessamyn's Christmas Gift

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Jessamyn’s Christmas Gift ISBN # 1-4199-0476-0 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Jessamyn’s Christmas Gift Copyright© 2005 N.J. Walters Edited by: Pamela Cohen. Cover design by Syneca. Photography by Dennis Roliff. Electronic book Publication: December 2005

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JESSAMYN’S CHRISTMAS GIFT

N.J. Walters

Dedication To my wonderful readers, the generous authors, the hardworking and creative staff at EC and my supportive editor, Pamela—may the holidays be joyous and peaceful for all of you and your families, and may the New Year bring you all health and happiness! Happy holidays, everyone! And to my amazing husband, whose belief in me never wavers. Thank you for supporting my dreams and sharing my life, including every Christmas.

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Chapter One I must be out of my mind. Jessamyn Parker rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself. Goose bumps covered her skin in spite of the cheery fire crackling in the hearth beside her. A log shifted, sending sparks flying into the air behind the fireplace screen. What was I thinking? There was no answer from the firelight as she stared into its depths. She knew very well what had prompted this desperate move on her part— Bennett Anderson. They’d been dating for about six months, but Bennett had been away on business for the last three. A lawyer in the small town of Serenity, Bennett was considered a most eligible bachelor. Jessamyn had been surprised and flattered when he’d first asked her out. She wasn’t the type of woman who usually got asked out on dates by handsome lawyer types. Not that she wasn’t pretty, in her own way. She wasn’t thin or blonde, which seemed to be society’s accepted norm of beauty. At thirty years of age, she’d long accepted the fact that she was a solid size sixteen with very generous curves. Her brown hair tumbled down past the middle of her back in a riot of untamed curls, which was why she usually kept it pinned up in a bun at the nape of her neck. But tonight, her hair was down. Bennett was due home tonight from New York City where he’d been working. His phone calls had been fewer, his tone brusque, over the past few weeks, and Jessamyn had been getting that sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach that the end was near. This was her last-ditch effort at reviving their lagging relationship. Jessamyn smoothed her hands down over the red satin that covered her stomach, desperately trying to settle the butterflies that were fluttering there. It was the twenty5

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fourth of December, and that had sparked her romantic soul, prompting her to buy this ridiculously skimpy teddy with the faux fur trim around the neckline. It had been no hardship to shop for the outfit. Jessamyn had a weakness for pretty undergarments. Her dresser drawers were filled with silks, satins and lace in all manner of colors and styles. Usually, however, she didn’t buy anything quite so…well…tiny. There wasn’t much to the outfit. Thin spaghetti straps held up the bodice, which dipped very low and showcased her cleavage. Cut high on the thighs, almost to her waist, it left a whole lot of skin exposed. It had seemed like such a good idea at the lingerie store when she’d bought it. She’d put on the sexy teddy, lie in a provocative pose under Bennett’s Christmas tree and surprise him when he came home. It had been extremely easy to accomplish. After all, Bennett lived next door to her and she had a key to his house. She’d spent her entire day off decorating his home and putting up a Christmas tree in his living room. She had visions of the two of them having a very merry Christmas together. But now that the time had actually arrived, she was losing her courage. The soft holiday music playing in the background did little to soothe her. Shivering, more with nerves than actual cold, she wrapped her hands around her crystal goblet and took a fortifying sip of the expensive wine that she’d poured earlier. The tart, fruity flavor slid easily down her throat, soothing her dry mouth. Nerves were beginning to get the better of her. She wished Bennett would just hurry up and get here. No sooner had she thought it than she heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway. Taking a deep breath, she placed her glass on the coffee table and draped herself in what she hoped was a seductive pose, across the plush faux fur rug that she’d spread in front of the fireplace. The scraping of a key in the lock made her catch her breath. Boots stamped in the front porch before proceeding down the hallway. Gathering her courage, Jessamyn cleared her throat. “I’m in here. Come and get your Christmas present.” 6

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The footsteps stopped at the sound of her voice and then she heard them moving closer. Her eyes were glued on the entranceway, which was surrounded by greenery and white twinkling lights. He moved into the light and every cell of her body went on alert. Her gaze moved slowly upward, over a pair of faded jeans that molded to strong legs. A blue flannel shirt was tucked in, emphasizing a lean waist. His shoulders were wide, straining at the seams of his shirt as he fisted his hands at his waist. Hair the color of mahogany fell carelessly across his forehead. His face wasn’t handsome so much as strong. His nose was prominent, his lips thin, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. But it was his eyes that pinned her to the spot. Amber, they seemed to glow as they watched her. The eyes of a predator. He was a prime male standing in front of her, studying her almost-naked form. Her nipples tightened, pushing against the thin fabric, and Jessamyn knew he could see them in the firelight when his eyes lingered there. She moved her legs restlessly as the ache between her thighs grew. Cream flowed, dampening the thin piece of satin between her legs. Every hair on her body was standing on end as her entire being clamored its need for this man. There was only one slight problem. He wasn’t Bennett.

Caleb Morgan was caught in the sensual spell of the Christmas nymph lying in front of him and could hardly make sense of her words. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his entire life. Every instinct he possessed was saying one thing. Mine! Her ample curves were barely covered in a sexy outfit of some kind of satiny material that shimmered in the firelight. The fur trim outlined the large mounds of her breasts and he desperately wanted to peel the garment from her body, one slow inch at a time. Her thighs were rounded, her legs long, and Caleb wanted to be wedged between them, pumping his throbbing cock into her wet heat. 7

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And if she had the body of a temptress, she had the face of an angel. Her long, curly hair reminded him of thick, rich toffee as it fell around her shoulders. His fingers itched to touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked. Her eyes were huge, her lashes long. He couldn’t wait to discover their exact color. Lush lips, high cheekbones and rosy skin gave her a sexy, just-tumbled-out-of-bed sort of look. He caught a glimpse of her tongue when she licked her lips nervously. “Who the hell are you?” Jessamyn said, rolling to her feet. Belatedly, she grabbed the small rug and held it in front of her. It was little protection against his heated stare. Caleb shook himself, realizing he was frightening her and that was the last thing he wanted to do. “I’m Caleb Morgan. Who are you?” “Jessamyn Parker.” She began to inch closer to the other entrance of the room as she spoke. Caleb assumed she was planning her escape when her name finally registered. “You’re Jessamyn?” Shock filled him. No way was this the same woman that Bennett had been complaining about wanting to dump but was too spineless to do so. Her dark brows came together in a frown as she glared at him. The furry rug she was holding in front of her started to dip as she lowered her arms. Caleb prayed it would drop low enough for him to get another view of her magnificent breasts. “Yes, I’m Jessamyn. But I still don’t know who you are.” She was getting closer to the door, which he knew must lead to the back entrance, and he was afraid she was going to make a break for freedom. “I’m the new sheriff for Serenity. I ran into Bennett in New York and he mentioned you.” He saw her falter and relax slightly, and he felt his own body relax. “I don’t understand.” He was fascinated as she chewed on her lower lip after she spoke. He had such an urge to taste her full, pink lips that glistened moistly in the glow of the lights from the tree.

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“Where is Bennett?” Caleb cursed under his breath, beginning to wish he’d never met Bennett Anderson. They’d met years ago in college, but they had followed different paths in law enforcement. Bennett had become a lawyer, while he had become a cop and later a detective. It was a chance meeting between them in New York that had led Caleb to his new job in the town of Serenity and to the woman standing nervously in front of him. He saw her shiver and he could have kicked himself. She must be freezing. A quick glance around the room didn’t offer anything he could use to cover her, so he hauled the tails of his shirt out of his jeans and quickly unbuttoned it. “What are you doing?” She was almost out the other door now, obviously in a hurry to escape him. “I thought you might be cold.” Slowly, so as not to scare her, he walked toward her, holding his flannel shirt out in front of him. He was still wearing a T-shirt, but even that was beginning to feel too hot. “But where is Bennett? Was his flight delayed?” As he slipped his shirt around her shoulders, her scent surrounded him. Something rich and spicy that tickled his nostrils and tantalized his senses. She eagerly tucked her arms down the sleeves and wrapped the flannel around her body, finally dropping the small rug to the floor. She looked achingly beautiful and so vulnerable standing there with his large shirt hanging down over her thighs. The sleeves covered part of her hand so that only the tips of her fingers were visible. She’d painted her nails to match her sexy outfit. Caleb hated what he was about to do. “Bennett isn’t coming back. He’s taken a permanent position in New York and the movers will be here tomorrow to pack his belongings. This is my house now. I bought it from Bennett a few weeks ago.” Her face paled and she swayed. Caleb grabbed her arm, afraid she might faint. But Jessamyn pulled away and straightened her shoulders. “A few weeks ago?” 9

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Caleb wanted to spare her feelings, but he wouldn’t lie to her. “Yes. He took the position a month ago about the same time I signed on to be the new sheriff of Serenity.” “I see.” But he could tell that she didn’t see anything. She was dealing with a lot of pain and disappointment right now. She didn’t see that he was here now and he wasn’t stupid enough to let a woman this gorgeous and strong slip through his grasp. Her forthright personality had intimidated Bennett, and more than once the other man had made less than flattering remarks about Jessamyn’s body. He’d learned a lot about her over the past few months and he’d privately thought that Bennett was an idiot for letting her go. But that was all the better for him. “I’ll leave you to get settled then. You might as well enjoy the food in the refrigerator.” Her smile was strained. “Consider it a welcome-to-the-neighborhood present.” Turning, she marched out of the room, through the kitchen and straight to the back porch. He followed silently behind her, aching to take her in his arms and comfort her. He watched as she shoved her bare feet into her boots, grabbed her coat and hurried out the door. She ran all the way to her back door and he could hear her sob as she stumbled into her own home. Closing the door, he leaned his head against the cold wood. He reached down and adjusted his cock that was straining against the front of his jeans. Sweat rolled down his back as he pushed away from the door. There was definitely a cold shower in his future. It was going to be one heck of a long night. As he passed a mirror hanging in the hallway, he grimaced at his reflection. He definitely looked like a man in dire need. Welcome to Serenity, he thought.

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Chapter Two “I hate Christmas.” Loaded down with packages, Jessamyn muscled her way into her miniscule office. “You love Christmas.” Jessamyn glared at her assistant manager, Gracie Collins, as the other woman trailed behind her. “I’m rethinking my position.” Gracie just laughed and slumped down into the chair in front of Jessamyn’s desk. “It’s our best time of year, boss. Cha-ching.” Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a foil-wrapped chocolate and offered it to Jessamyn. Jessamyn stored her packages safely before collapsing into her chair. She wanted to stay mad, but a reluctant grin tugged at her mouth as she accepted the proffered treat. “What is it about this time of year that turns otherwise sane people into raving lunatics?” Unwrapping the chocolate, she popped it into her mouth and allowed the dark, rich treat to melt on her tongue. Really good chocolate was almost as satisfying as sex, and sometimes it was even better. Gracie just laughed. “You should know better than to leave your shopping this late. There’s only a week until Christmas. You know it’s busy. We’ve been a madhouse this week and it’s only going to get worse.” “I know. I know.” And she did know. She’d owned Delectable Delights, a sweet shop, for almost a decade now and Christmas was her busiest time of the year. She loved her small business that specialized in gourmet chocolates, sweet treats, cakes and homemade ice cream, and she’d made a success of it. For the past year it had been a godsend as she’d buried herself in her work.

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No! She pushed the thought out of her mind. She would not think about the debacle of last Christmas and the fact that she’d made a fool of herself over a man. No man was worth it. And if she missed sex, well, that’s what vibrators were for. It wasn’t the same, but it brought relief on those nights when she was restless and out-of-sorts. Yanking a file folder over in front of her, she flipped it open. “The last special order is due to be picked up first thing Christmas Eve.” She picked up a pen and tapped it on the sheet as she went over it. “The cakes and trays for the Christmas party at the country club will all be ready for delivery day after tomorrow.” “Don’t fret, boss. You’ve got everything scheduled perfectly. You could do this in your sleep.” Gracie pushed herself out of her chair as a bell chimed in the store, signifying the arrival of customer. “Break time is over. I’ve got to get back to work before I get fired. You do your paperwork and I’ll close up at six.” “Thanks.” She was already lost in her accounting by the time Gracie closed the door behind her. It was always a balancing act for a small business to make enough money during the Christmas season to last until the Valentine’s Day rush. Jessamyn thrived on the challenge. The pounding noise startled her. Glancing at her watch, she was shocked to see that it was well past six. The afternoon had disappeared. Totaling her last column of numbers, she closed her bank journal with a flourish. She was finished. At least for tonight. The pounding got louder and she pushed her chair away from her desk and stood. The noise was coming from the front of the store. The shop was dark, except for the glow of the security lamps and the Christmas lights that twinkled merrily in the front window and around the display cases. Jessamyn could see the shape of a man peering in through the front door. This time of year, it was amazing how many folks refused to believe a store actually closed for the evening. Pasting her best “shopkeeper” smile on her face, she hurried forward. But as she got closer, her steps faltered. This was no frantic shopper.

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“Let me in, Jessamyn.” She could hear his deep voice clearly through the thick glass door. Sighing, she strode to the door and flipped open the locks. She knew from experience that he was stubborn enough to stand there all night, waiting patiently until she did as he asked. He didn’t wait for her to open the door but pulled it open the second she’d turned the last lock. She found herself backing up as he stepped inside. His large frame practically filled the entrance. He made sure the door was secured behind him before turning to face her. “Is everything all right? I saw your car still parked out front.” He walked around the store, making himself right at home as he perused the merchandise in the display cases. Jessamyn mentally counted to ten before answering him. “Everything is fine. I was just working late.” They’d been next-door neighbors for a year now, and ever since their fateful first meeting, Caleb had taken an interest in her, always checking on her or stopping to talk with her. They’d even served on some town committees together. Even though he always spoke like a gentleman to her, she suspected that he still pitied her because of what had happened and that made her feel worse. “I was just on my way home,” she added pointedly, hoping he’d get the hint and leave. “Good. I’ll walk you to your car.” Enough was enough. “This has to stop, Caleb.” He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at her. She tried not to notice how the fabric of his coat pulled tight against his shoulders. “What has to stop?” “This.” She waved her hand in front of herself. “I know that you feel responsible for me because of what happened last Christmas. How many times do I have to tell you, it’s not your fault that Bennett left you to deliver his news? I don’t need your damned pity.” There. Maybe this time, he would get it. “Pity?” His voice was a low growl that skittered across her skin like a caress.

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As always, whenever she was around him, her body responded immediately to his mere presence. It wasn’t to be borne. “Yes, pity.” She stood her ground as he stalked toward her. “I’m over Bennett and have been for a long, long time. There’s no need for you to keep treating me like I’m made of glass.” “That’s good to know.” The words were barely out of his mouth when he stopped in front of her, yanked her into his arms and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. Heat. Her whole body was effused with warmth as he nibbled her lips before tracing the seam with his tongue. When she opened her mouth to gasp, he slid his tongue inside. He tasted of peppermint and coffee. She never even thought of resisting. She’d wanted this to happen for such a long time. For the past year, her nights had been filled with erotic dreams that all starred the man currently kissing her senseless. Placing her hands on his shoulders for support, she kissed him back with all her pent-up passion, stroking his tongue with hers. She’d wanted to experience his kiss for so long, and the reality of it was far better than anything she had dreamed. Caleb consumed her. His hands framed her face as he tilted her head slightly to get a better angle. She whimpered as he sucked on her tongue. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her head was spinning when he finally pulled away. They stared at each other, both gasping for breath. “Does that seem like pity?” She shook her head in denial, but Caleb didn’t seem to expect an answer from her. “If anyone is to be pitied, it’s me. I’ve watched you for a damned year now, waiting for a sign that you were ready to date again, that you were interested in me.” She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Well, after that kiss, she knew he felt something for her. And if the bulge in the front of his pants was any indication, Caleb was definitely aroused. The man was as hard as a rock. It had taken every ounce of self-control she had not to rub her mound against his erection to ease her own

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growing ache. She needed some space in order to think. She tried to step back, but he locked his arms around her waist, holding her captive. “Oh no you don’t. I’m not letting you run away this time.” He walked her backward, whisking them both out of the light of the store, past a display shelf and into the shadows of the short hallway that led to her office. “I don’t understand.” She could feel the wall behind her and leaned against it for support. Caleb loomed over her, surrounding her with the heat from his body. “I can see that, Jessamyn.” He shucked his jacket and dropped it to the floor behind him. “But I’ll put it as plainly as I can.” Cupping her chin in his hand, he tilted it upward with his thumb. “I want you. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you lying beneath that Christmas tree with the firelight dancing behind you. But it wasn’t my damned tree and you weren’t there for me.” He leaned down until his lips hovered just above hers. She could feel his breath against her mouth and yearned to close the tiny space between them. But his words held her captive. “I didn’t get what I wanted for Christmas last year.” “What did you want?” “You.” His lips nuzzled her ear. “I want you spread out on a rug beneath my Christmas tree. I want to fuck you hard and fast and then slow and long, and every way in between. I want to lick every inch of your body.” Her breath was coming in harsh gasps now as his words aroused her unbearably. Pictures of them, their naked, sweaty bodies entwined, flashed through her brain. Him covering her with his large body, clutching her close as he drove his hard, thick cock deep into her body. She’d dreamed it all before and could see it, taste it, hear it. Her breasts grew heavy and her pussy pulsed with need. God, she wanted him. And why not? The words popped into her brain. Why shouldn’t she have sex with Caleb? He wanted her, she wanted him and they were both adults. No one would get hurt. She ignored the small voice that warned she might very well get hurt again. There

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was no way she was risking her heart. This was strictly about two people satisfying their sexual needs. “I want to taste your sweet pussy until you scream with pleasure.” His teeth nipped her earlobe, making her gasp. “I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours and feel your lips wrapped around my cock.” Her fingers clutched at his shoulders for support as his words turned her legs to jelly. “I want to bury myself deep in your hot cunt.” “Yes,” she moaned. She wanted it all and more. “Oh, lord, yes.” Arching her hips into him, she rubbed her mound over the hard ridge of his cock. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her tighter against his erection. Caleb groaned and then trapped her legs between his, holding her immobile. “Are you sure, Jessamyn?” he rasped out. “I want you.” Leaning forward, she bit his neck and then licked the small sting away. Rearing back, his hands went to the front of her blouse and he tugged. Fabric ripped and buttons flew as he shoved the fabric out of his way. His eyes almost burned her flesh as he stared at her. “You do have fine taste in underwear.” Using his thumbs, he rubbed the puckered nubs of her breasts that were outlined against the satin cups. “So perfect. I’ll bet your panties are wet too.” Liquid desire seeped from her core as his words fired her growing need and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. If they hadn’t already been damp, they certainly would be now. She raised her right leg and hooked it over his thigh as she moved sinuously against him, trying to bring him closer to ease the emptiness within her. His erection was hard and thick, straining against the front of his jeans. Tugging his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, she slid her hands beneath it. His flesh was warm and the muscles jumped underneath her fingers as she stroked him. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her palm as she explored the wide expanse of his chest.

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Her own breath was coming faster now as his hands continued to pleasure her breasts. She quivered with need as she slid her hands lower.

Caleb’s fingers plucked at her nipples through the satin fabric. She tipped back her head and moaned, her fingers clutched at his shoulders. He’d positioned her against the wall where he could see her in the glow from the security lights. He’d waited too damned long for this and he wanted to see every delectable inch of Jessamyn. The bra she was wearing was the color of ripe strawberries and he’d bet his last dollar that her underwear matched. He couldn’t wait to strip off her skirt and find out if he was right. When her hands slid down over his chest toward his erection, he reached out and grabbed them. He was too close to the edge to allow her to touch him. Slipping her hands out from beneath his shirt, he brought her fingers to his lips and kissed each knuckle in turn, sliding his tongue between them. “I’ll come in my pants if you touch me, sweetheart.” Her eyes widened at his words, but then she smiled with obvious pleasure. “Really?” “Oh, yeah. Really.” He placed her hands back on his shoulders and turned his attention back to her breasts. She had generous breasts that more than filled his palms. Flicking open the front closure of her bra, he shoved the cups aside. “Beautiful,” he breathed as he lowered his head. He traced his tongue over the soft mounds of flesh, tasting her, learning her shape. “Caleb.” His name fell from her lips as she arched her back, bringing her nipples closer to his mouth. Her fingers sifted through his hair as she clutched his head and tugged it closer to her body. Being the gentleman he was, he immediately obliged the lady. Plumping one breast with his hand, he stroked her nipple with his thumb while he drew the other one into his mouth and sucked hard. He captured the puckered nub carefully between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. 17

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Jessamyn keened and the soft sound shot straight to his cock. Releasing his hold on her, he buried his face between her breasts as he tried to suck enough air into his lungs. Damned, but she was so responsive to him, she drove him wild. His cock was throbbing madly, so he tore open the button to his jeans. Dragging the zipper down over his erection, he shoved his underwear aside, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. The relief was instantaneous. He gripped the waistband of her skirt in his hands and shoved it down over her hips, all the while giving thanks to whoever had invented elastic waistbands. Kneeling at her feet, he lifted them one at a time and pulled her skirt free. A slow smile crossed his face. He’d been right about her underwear. They did match her bra. And darned if she wasn’t wearing thigh-high stockings with lace trim too. “Caleb?” He could hear the question in her voice. He didn’t want to give her time to have second thoughts. He stroked a finger over her satin-covered mound, sliding it between her thighs. “I was right. You are wet for me.” Satisfaction filled him as her cream dampened his finger. “Yes, I’m wet.” Her hips flexed toward him. “I want you, Caleb.” He fingered her pussy through the thin fabric. Her nails were digging into his skull, urging him toward her. Her eyes were closed and a stray lock of hair had come free of her bun and hung down over her shoulder. Her blouse and bra were wide open, exposing her breasts, which jiggled with every breath she took. Damn, she was hot! He had to taste her. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he yanked them just down over her mound. Sifting his fingers though her brown curls, he spread the lips of her labia wide, exposing her wet, pink flesh and swollen clit. Jessamyn tried to spread her legs wider, but her panties held her captive, only allowing her to move so far. “Again,” she demanded. “Touch me again, Caleb.”

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Her breathy whisper sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes, struggling for control. He could feel the moisture seeping from the tip of his cock as it continued to throb. His balls were drawn tight to his body and ached for her touch. Leaning forward, he licked at her slick folds. She squirmed and bucked her hips, trying to deepen his touch. Damn, she tasted sweet. Sweeter than any treat she sold in her shop. He eased a finger into her cunt and found her hot and wet for him. Just the thought of having his cock buried in her heat made his teeth ache and he gritted them against the growing desire firing his blood. She easily accepted the second finger he pushed into her. “More!” she urged, rocking her hips toward him, taking his fingers deeper. Caleb pulled his fingers all the way out. She whimpered at the loss, but that soon turned to a cry of pleasure as he thrust three fingers inside her. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard and her hips pumped frantically. He watched her face, enthralled by the pure sensuality of her response. Leaning forward once again, he captured her swollen clit between his lips and sucked hard. Her hands moved frantically over his head and neck, clutching at him desperately as she cried out her need and her pleasure. He drove his fingers deep into her, pushing her over the edge. Liquid pleasure gushed over his fingers and into his mouth as she came. She gripped his hair with her hands, holding his face to her pussy as she continued to spasm. When her hands fell away and she started to slide down the wall, he eased his hand and mouth away and surged to his feet. It was his turn now. His cock was so hard, he knew he’d only last one or two thrusts at most. Jessamyn smiled at him as he reached for her panties to push them all the way down her legs. A loud knocking made Caleb jerk backward. Jessamyn’s eyes widened and she shoved him away as she yanked the ends of her blouse together. Caleb swore long and hot, damning to perdition whoever was at the door. He’d been so close. But by the way

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Jessamyn was hauling on her skirt and trying to fix her hair, he knew the moment was lost. More determined than ever, he stilled her frantic movements. Ignoring the knocking that was becoming more insistent, he caught her face in his hands, leaned down and kissed her. She stilled instantly and after a second, her fingers wrapped around his wrists, holding him to her. Moving closer, she rubbed her breasts against his chest. Groaning, he reluctantly broke away. “This isn’t finished. I want to see you again.” He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m working the night shift tonight. I get off at eight tomorrow morning.” “I have to be in the shop by seven tomorrow morning. I’ve got customers picking up special orders for office parties.” “What about the day after that?” But Jessamyn was shaking her head even before the words were out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, but Gracie is taking the morning off and we’ll both be here until late.” Caleb was beginning to feel desperate. “I’m taking you to the Christmas party at the country club night after next. I’ll pick you up at eight.” He didn’t release his hold on her until she’d nodded her agreement. “I’ll handle whoever is at the door.” Turning away, he adjusted his underwear and zipped his jeans, ignoring his painfully swollen cock. Grabbing his coat from the floor, he shrugged it on. “I’ll wait in my car and follow you home to make sure you get there okay.” As hard as it was, he made himself leave Jessamyn. The last glimpse he had of her, she was still only half-dressed and was scurrying into her office. He heard the door slam even as he unlocked the door to the shop and faced one of his deputies, Jim Gower, whose frown of concern soon turned to one of apprehension as he came face to face with his boss. “I’m sorry, Sheriff Morgan. I didn’t know you were here. I saw Ms. Parker’s car in the lot and thought I should check on her.” 20

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Caleb took a deep breath and resisted the urge to shove his fingers though his hair. It wasn’t Jim’s fault that he was horny and frustrated. He should have picked a better time and place. “Not a problem, Jim. I had the same idea myself. Jessamyn is just getting her coat now. I’ll follow her to make sure she gets home safe.” Deputy Gower nodded, but he was looking beyond him as he tipped his hat. Caleb sensed Jessamyn getting closer to him and every muscle in his body tensed when he felt the gentle touch of her hand on his arm. When he looked down at her, the cool businesswoman had replaced the sensual creature from moments before. Not a hair was out of place and her long wool coat covered any signs of damage to her clothing. The fact that he was painfully in need, and she looked calm and unmoved, made him unreasonably angry. “Let’s get going,” he growled. Both Jim and Jessamyn stared at him, but no one spoke as she locked the store, and they all went to their respective cars and drove away.

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Chapter Three Jessamyn smiled nervously at Caleb as he walked her to her front door. “Would you like to come in?” It had been two nights since their sexual encounter in the store and she’d been unable to think of anything since. She’d even been distracted at work and she knew that Gracie was worried. Nothing ever distracted Jessamyn from work. She smiled ruefully. Well, nothing ever had. Until Caleb. “Yes.” His deep voice sent shivers down her spine as she unlocked her front door. He stepped in behind her, closing and locking the door behind him. Jessamyn hadn’t even bothered with the polite premise of asking him if he wanted coffee. They both knew they were here to continue what they started the other night. He’d surprised her this evening when he’d showed up in a black suit that had obviously been tailored to fit him. If she thought he looked handsome in a uniform, it was nothing compared to how he’d looked tonight. His amber eyes had glowed their approval of her outfit as soon as he’d arrived to pick her up for the evening. Jessamyn was glad that she’d taken the time to shop for a new dress. The forest green velvet dress had long sleeves, a deep plunging V-neckline and clung to her curves as it draped her body and fell to just below her knees. The entire evening had been magical. She knew Caleb very well after living next door to him for a year now, but even she’d been surprised this evening. Not only could the man dance, he truly seemed to enjoy it. After an exquisite five-course meal, they’d danced the night away beneath the shining Christmas lights and the tasteful decorations that adorned the Serenity County Club. The treats from Delectable Delights had been a hit, and she and Caleb had shared a smile when they’d danced past a couple who had been exclaiming over the chocolate torte they’d eaten for dessert.

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Jessamyn had been caught in a low-grade sexual arousal all evening. In truth, it hadn’t left her since the other night. Even after her explosive orgasm, she’d gone to bed that night feeling needy and wanting more. Nothing would satisfy the ache inside her but Caleb. Being the practical, modern woman that she was, she didn’t see any reason why she shouldn’t have him. It had shocked her to realize that Caleb had seen her naked and touched her intimately, but she’d yet to really see any part of him. But that was about to change. Caleb helped her out of her coat, his fingers lingering on the nape of her neck, which was exposed by her upswept hairstyle. The light, barely-there touch started the pulsing low in her belly. Jessamyn removed her boots and watched Caleb as he shed his own outerwear. His hair was the color of fine mahogany and was tousled from the wind. The man was incredibly easy on the eyes, but it was more than his rugged good looks that drew her. There was an underlying strength and an honesty in him that appealed to her. He stood in her foyer, patiently waiting, and Jessamyn knew that he was looking for a sign from her, expecting her to take the lead. His eyes darkened, filling with desire when she held her hand out to him. His much larger fingers closed carefully over her own. Here was a man who was very much aware of his own strength and would never use it to hurt her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath before opening them and leading him up the stairs to her bedroom. She’d known how tonight was going to end, so she’d spent part of her day preparing her room. The sheets were fresh and the covers were turned back invitingly. Strings of white mini lights adorned the windows, bathing the room in a soft glow, and scented candles were spread around the room just waiting to be lit and fill the air with their spicy scent. Caleb took in the room at a glance. His eyes lingered on her queen-sized bed for an extra heart-stopping moment before he turned to her and smiled. “Thank you.”

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His simple words pleased her. She knew that he understood that she’d done this for him. For them. For tonight. Leaving him standing by the bed, she walked around the room, lighting the candles one by one until the room was filled with their muted light. “Take off your dress.” Jessamyn spun around to face him. His face was etched with need and his hands were fisted at his sides. Usually, she was self-conscious about being naked in front of a new lover, but the rules didn’t seem to apply to Caleb, besides which, he’d already seen most of her. She knew she wasn’t thin, but she was comfortable in her own skin, and Caleb had left no doubt in her mind that her body turned him on. Swaying her hips as she walked toward him, she enjoyed the way his eyes caressed her body from head to toe. Turning, she presented him with her back. “Would you unzip me?” The sound of the zipper being drawn down was loud in the quiet of the room. Jessamyn could feel the cool air rush across her skin as the fabric was peeled back. He traced the long line of her spine with one finger, going from the nape of her neck and ending just above her panties. She shivered and stepped away. “Finish it, Jessamyn.” She turned to face him as she slowly pulled down the sleeves of the dress, allowing the bodice to fall to her waist. It clung to her hips for a moment before dropping to the floor. She stepped out of the fabric that had pooled around her feet and, wearing only her underwear and her thigh-high stockings, she faced him. “Did I mention that I love your taste in lingerie?” His voice was hoarse and she could see the large bulge in the front of his pants. Oh, yes, he was very aroused. Feeling wicked, Jessamyn gave a little twirl even as she cupped her breasts in her hands and massaged her swollen nipples with her fingers. “I thought you might like it.” She’d bought the green satin set to match her dress, and seeing the look in his eyes, it was worth every penny she’d paid for it. “Strip for me. I want you naked.” 24

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His words made the ache between her thighs stronger. She knew her panties were wet with need and had been that way for half the night. Dancing was an amazingly sensual experience with the right partner, and there was no doubt that Caleb was a master at it. The subtle touches and caresses he’d been giving her all night long had her blood thrumming with desire. But he wasn’t the only one who could play the game. Taking her time, she slid one bra strap down over her shoulder. Then she did the same with the other one. Caleb’s breathing deepened as he watched her. “Why don’t you take off your jacket and stay awhile?” she purred seductively as she reached behind and unhooked the bra. It clung to her breasts for a heartbeat before falling to the floor. Caleb unbuttoned his suit jacket, slid it off and tossed it onto a chair next to the bed. “The panties, Jessamyn.” Ever so slowly, she bent forward. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy as they hung down in front of her. She could feel his eyes devouring her as she hooked her fingers into her panties and eased them down over her legs. Kicking them away, she poised her hands at the lace band at the top of her stocking. “Leave them.” Caleb hadn’t wasted his time while he’d watched her strip. His shirt was hanging open in front of him and she could see his muscular chest and flat abs peeking out at her. She longed to see even more. Feeling wicked and wanton, she sauntered over to him and went gracefully to her knees in front of him. “You tasted me. It’s only fair I get to taste you in return.” Taking her time, she unbuckled his belt and then undid his pants. Pushing the fabric aside, she cupped his straining erection through the soft cotton of his briefs. “Jessamyn.” His fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her face closer. Laughing softly, she tugged the underwear down over his hips and let his erection spring free from its confinement as she shoved his clothing down to bunch around his ankles. His cock was huge and she could see the large vein pulsing as she wrapped her hand around the base and squeezed. The hands in her hair tightened as he kicked his pants and underwear out of the way. 25

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Using her other hand, she cupped the soft, heavy sac hanging between his legs and gently rolled it between her fingers. Caleb groaned as he guided her mouth to the wet tip of his cock. Leaning forward, she lapped at the liquid seeping from the slit before lowering her mouth over the head. “I want to fuck your mouth.” His raw, earthy need pleased her and she swirled her tongue around his cock as she took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel her cream seeping from her core and down her inner thighs as her pussy contracted with need. Leaning close, she rubbed one of her swollen nipples over his thigh, enjoying the way the rough hair of his leg abraded her sensitive skin. Both of them were breathing hard now as he began to thrust his hips back and forth, holding her face steady for his thrusts. Wrapping her arms around him, she cupped his ass and took his cock as deep into her mouth as she was able. She loved the taste of him, the way his huge cock filled her mouth, stretching it. She knew he was close and felt him start to pull away, but she wanted him to come in her mouth. Wanted to give him that pleasure, she tightened her grip on him and sucked him hard. His hips jerked as he came. The gush of liquid made her choke slightly, but she quickly recovered and swallowed. She licked and sucked his cock until she knew she’d drained him dry. Sitting back on her heels, she stared up at him and licked her lips. Caleb’s breathing was harsh as he struggled to draw in enough air. His hair was plastered against his forehead and as she watched, he shoved his fingers through it, pushing it out of the way. He shrugged out of his shirt and yanked off his socks, tossing both aside. Jessamyn started at his feet and allowed her eyes to take in every inch of him, stopping when she got to his head. The man was magnificent. His legs were long and muscular and his waist lean. His large cock, which should have been softening, was instead growing hard again. She could feel her core throbbing in anticipation. His chest

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was thick and powerful, his shoulders wide. One corner of his mouth was kicked up in a smile and his golden eyes gleamed like that of a large predator. He reached down and helped her stand, steadying her with his hands. “Do you trust me, Jessamyn?” It surprised her slightly that she never even hesitated before she answered. “Yes.” She knew that Caleb would not hurt her. “Good.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, pulling away before she could deepen their kiss. “I’m glad.” She was bemused slightly when he turned and walked over to his suit jacket, reached into the pocket and pulled something out. She couldn’t quite see what it was and raised a quizzical eyebrow. He allowed one of the items to dangle from his fingers. The sight of the soft, furry handcuffs in his hands both surprised and aroused her. Other than her rather ordinary vibrator, she’d never used any other toys. “What else do you have?” She knew he had something else in his hand, but she couldn’t quite make out what it was. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed and stretch your hands up to the headboard.” He walked back over to her and allowed one of the furry cuffs to brush against her nipple. Then he did the same with her other breast. “Play with me, Jessamyn.” Her body pulsed with need unlike anything she’d ever felt. The man was practically making her come with his words alone. Her pussy throbbed painfully and her breasts ached unbearably as the sheer anticipation fired her blood. Climbing up onto the bed, she lay down on the mattress and raised her hands over her head. Spreading her legs wide, she waited to see what Caleb would do.

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Chapter Four Caleb’s head was still reeling from the incredible orgasm he’d just experienced. He could still feel Jessamyn’s soft mouth wrapped around his cock. But as fantastic as that had felt, he knew it would pale in comparison to having her hot cunt grasping him tight as he thrust into her. She was perfect for him, immediately responding to his every touch, his every caress. And her curves…well, his cock hardened every single time he looked at her and that had been a hard thing to hide for the last year. More than once, he’d been grateful he’d been wearing a jacket that covered his arousal. He loved everything about her, from her independent spirit to her incredible strength of will. Then there was her offbeat sense of humor and her innate kindness to everyone she came in contact with. And now, here she was spread out on the bed before him, willing to do whatever he wanted. It was such an incredible turn-on that his cock was completely hard and ready to go again even though he’d only come a few minutes ago. Being around Jessamyn was very good for his male ego. Walking over to the bed, he sat down next to her, placing the items he had in his hands on the mattress. “Close your eyes.” “Why?” He laughed. He knew her compliance was too good to last. “Because it will make all your other senses come alive that much more. You’ll feel everything more keenly. You won’t know when I’m going to touch you or where.” He could sense her growing arousal, see it in the way her breathing was getting shallower. “I don’t think I can keep them closed.” She blinked at him and shrugged. In the candlelight her chocolate brown eyes looked even darker.

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“You don’t have to worry about it if you’re wearing this.” He picked up a black satin blindfold and held it in front of her. He waited, giving her plenty of opportunity to protest. Instead, she closed her eyes and lifted her head. He slipped the satin over her eyes and adjusted the elastic strap around the back of her head. Taking his time, he pulled the jeweled comb from her hair and unwound her hair, spreading it over the crisp white pillowcase. When he placed the comb on the bedside table, he noticed that the drawer wasn’t quite closed all the way. In the light from the candle, he could see a smooth white vibrator. He’d definitely make use of that. Carefully, he pulled the drawer open enough so he could remove it and place it on the table for easy access. Sensing her growing restlessness, he started talking to her. “Sex is all about pleasure, Jessamyn, and a lot of my pleasure comes from watching you enjoy yourself.” He settled himself at the bottom of the bed and trailed one of the furry cuffs over her toes. She jerked her foot away and laughed. “That tickles.” “Hmm,” he agreed as he did the same with the other foot. She laughed again and while she was distracted, he stroked his finger over her clit. Her laughter immediately became a moan of need. “Pleasure and pain, laughter and arousal, they are just two sides of the same coin. One is close to the other, but it’s important to know where one ends and the other begins.” Kneeling between her thighs, he leaned over her and licked one of her distended nipples. They were large and rosy and very responsive. When it was wet, he blew softly on it before dragging the fur across it. Jessamyn’s sweet cries of desire filled his ears as he did the same to her other breast. Her hands came down to clutch at his shoulders and he captured them in his, raising them back over her head. He threaded the cuffs around a slat in the headboard and then cuffed one hand at a time. “Now you can’t move and you can’t see. Your pleasure is in my hands.” 29

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A shudder wracked her body as she realized just how vulnerable she was, but she didn’t ask to be released. Instead she opened her legs wide, planted her feet on the bed and arched her pussy up toward him. Even now, she asserted herself, letting him know that she wasn’t powerless. He smiled as he leaned down and kissed her. Taking his time, he licked her full lips until they parted for him. Then he slipped his tongue inside and took his time, exploring every crevice of her mouth. She tasted sweet from the wine she’d sipped in between their dances earlier this evening. She’d felt at home in his embrace as he’d twirled her around the dance floor. It had been heavenly to hold her in his arms, but it had been pure torture as well. Every touch of her body against his, the scent of her perfume, even the sound of her voice turned him on. There was no way he was sitting out even a single dance and giving another man the opportunity to dance with her. In her festive dress, she’d fit perfectly among the holiday splendor. It had taken every ounce of discipline he’d possessed to keep from tossing her over his shoulder and dragging her out of the country club hours earlier. But he’d known she was enjoying herself and that was enough for him. She slid her tongue into his mouth, returning his kiss with equal measure. He finally broke away and left a string of kisses on her face as he worked his way over to her ear. His tongue swirled around the outer edge before stroking inside. She moaned and tipped her head, silently encouraging him. He did it again and then lightly bit her earlobe. “I’m going to pleasure you until you come. Then I’m going to fuck you until you come again.” “Oh, Caleb, I can’t take much more.” She arched up, rubbing her soft mound against his cock. “Then I’d better work faster.” He nibbled the side of her neck as he worked his way toward her breasts. Cupping them with his hands, he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs before capturing them between his thumbs and forefingers, gently squeezing.

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Jessamyn bucked beneath him. He could see the fine sheen of perspiration on her body as she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Nudging her thighs with his, he pushed her legs open as he stroked his cock along the slick folds of her pussy and over her swollen clit. She tugged at the cuffs, unable to move her arms as he continued to tease her. “I need more,” she cried out. “Please, Caleb.” Reaching forward, he grabbed the vibrator from the nightstand and turned it on. The low humming sound made her gasp. “You wouldn’t?” Caleb didn’t bother to reply. Starting at the inside of her knee, he stroked the smooth vibrator up her thigh toward her wet pussy.

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He slid it up her thigh but lifted it so it didn’t brush against her pussy before dragging it down over her other leg. She tugged uselessly against the restraints. She wished she could see him, wanted to watch him pleasure her. By the second time he’d traced a path toward her core, she was ready for him. This time she timed his stroke and arched into it, pushing her pussy against the vibrator. She cried out as it touched her swollen clit. Caleb just calmly lifted the device away. “Don’t you dare stop now,” she warned. Although she had no idea what she could do if he decided to stop. Her mouth was dry, but she could feel a bead of sweat as it rolled down her temple. Cream seeped from her core and slid down the dark cleft of her ass as she waited. A puff of hot breath across her clit was the only warning she got before his tongue pressed down hard on it. At that exact same moment, Caleb slipped the smooth end of the vibrator inside her. Jessamyn exploded. Spasm after spasm of pleasure went through her entire body as she arched her hips, drawing the vibrator deeper into her core. Caleb’s low, sexy laugh reached her ears just before he sucked hard on her clit. She swore she saw stars behind the blindfold as her pussy contracted again and again. When it was over, she felt totally boneless and melted back into the mattress. She could hear his harsh breathing and knew he was still aroused. She heard the vibrator clatter as he tossed it onto the nightstand, and then the sound of something being ripped open. A condom. She appreciated the fact that he’d thought to protect her, as she was so far gone herself she hadn’t even thought of it. Then she was blinking, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as he slipped the blindfold off. He reached up and released one of her hands, slipped the cuff from out between the slats before locking it around her wrist again. His cock brushed against her and she moaned as she felt desire rising within her again. The man made her insatiable. “I’m going to fuck you.” He lifted her bound hands and hooked them over his head as he settled between her thighs, never taking his eyes from her face. 32

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She raised her legs and locked her ankles at the small of his back, pulling him toward her. She could feel the head of his cock just at the opening of her pussy. “Do it.” In spite of her words, he hesitated. Arching her hips upward, she used her grip on him to pull him down. “Fuck me, Caleb,” she cried. He plunged hard and deep, his cock stretching her inner muscles as they molded around his erection. She felt full, but he still wasn’t all the way in. She squirmed, trying to take him deeper. “Relax, sweetheart,” he crooned in her ear. Nuzzling her throat, he pulled back slightly before rocking forward again. “That’s it,” he encouraged as she took a bit more of him inside her. Her breasts brushed against the hair on his chest with every stroke he made. Whimpering, she kissed his chest and his throat and anywhere else she could reach him, frantic now for completion. “Harder.” He stilled and then began to move his hips faster, thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke. They were both gasping for breath as they drove for completion. His hand slipped between them and he rubbed her clit just as he plunged once again. Jessamyn felt her pussy contract hard around him. She came on the next thrust. Like before, she felt her entire body shake as she came apart in his arms. But this time was different. This time she felt an emotional connection as well as a physical one. It frightened her, but it was too late to think about it as her orgasm consumed her. Caleb drove deep one final time and then his body jerked and heaved as he came. She wished he wasn’t wearing a condom so she could feel his cum jetting into her body. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, but he took care to rest most of his weight on his elbows. She managed to unlock her ankles and her legs fell back to the bed with a soft thump. Caleb sighed and slowly pulled out of her. Sitting back on his heels, he removed her arms from around his neck, undid the cuffs and tossed them aside. His lips were soft against her wrists as he placed a tender kiss on each one before

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rolling off the bed. She enjoyed the view of his tight butt as he walked across the room and entered the bathroom just off her bedroom. Completely depleted of energy, she was content just to loll there with her eyes closed and her toes curled. She heard his footsteps and then felt him tug the covers out from under her before he rolled into bed beside her, pulling the sheet over them both as he gathered her into his arms. “That was amazing.” His lips brushed her head as she snuggled her face against his chest. She could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart. “Yes, it was.” She sighed as she flicked her tongue over his flat nipple. She could feel the vibration of his laughter as he threaded his fingers through her hair and eased her mouth away from him. “Enough of that for now. I’m worn out, woman.” She smiled, feeling very pleased with herself and incredibly sated. Resting her hand on his chest, she sifted her fingers through his chest hair. It was such a wonderful feeling to lie next to Caleb, and she relaxed so much that she almost dozed off. But his next words shattered her peace of mind. “I’m so glad you finally realized we belong together.” “I really enjoyed this evening, Caleb,” she began. This was about sex. About two people who liked and respected one another sharing pleasure. This was not about a permanent relationship. He stilled and she could sense every one of his muscles tensing. “Do you care to explain that a bit more?” She rolled out of his arms and sat up in the bed, wrapping an end of the sheet around her. “This was about sharing sex.” She smiled and tried to lighten the moment. “Really incredible sex.” He scowled at her. “This is about more than sex. This is about you and me and the two of us building a future together.”

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“No, it’s not.” Shaken, she pulled farther away from him. “The hell it’s not.” He rolled out of the bed and stalked to the end. Reaching down, he grabbed his underwear and began to dress. She could feel the waves of anger rolling off him, but he didn’t speak again until he was fully dressed. Slinging his jacket over his shoulder, he glared at her. “You’re more than willing to trust me physically, but you won’t trust me emotionally. I’m not Bennett Anderson and you’re not the same woman you were a year ago. You’re a strong woman, Jessamyn. I just never thought you were a coward.” His words cut through her like a knife and she struck back. “That’s not fair. I never agreed to anything more than this.” She gestured to the bed with her hands. He closed his eyes and when he reopened them, they were bleak. “You’re right, you didn’t. I assumed this meant more to you.” He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and she had to fight the urge to soothe him. He straightened and his normally warm amber eyes turned cool. “But I want more than a one-night stand, Jessamyn. You know where to find me if you change your mind.” Turning, he walked to the door. At the last second, he turned back to face her. “And make sure you extinguish those candles before you fall asleep.” She sat there on the bed and listened to sound of his footsteps on the stairs. When her front door closed behind him, it shut with a finality that made her cry out. Even though she’d done her best to not get emotionally involved, she was very much afraid that the angry man who just walked out her door had taken her heart with him.

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Chapter Five Jessamyn went through the next couple days on autopilot, unable to get Caleb’s parting words out of her head. She chatted with customers, rang up sales and wrapped boxes of chocolates in shiny red and green foil with gold ribbons. The cheerful sound of Christmas songs filled the store, but she didn’t hear them. She felt apart from all the holiday hustle and bustle. Lost in a world of misery. Coward. The word echoed in her mind and she wondered if Caleb was right. She’d been so intent on being a modern woman, one who didn’t mind having consensual sex with a willing partner, that she’d forgotten one important fact. She wasn’t the type of woman to have a one-night stand. As much as she’d tried to deny it, her emotions were definitely involved. Was she really allowing what happened with Bennett to still affect her life? She didn’t like to think so, but she was very afraid that that’s exactly what she’d done. And after several sleepless nights and restless days, she’d come to the conclusion that she’d done exactly what she said she wouldn’t do. She’d fallen in love with Caleb. And furthermore, she’d been in love with him for quite some time now. She realized that it had started the night he’d discovered her last Christmas and had been growing steadily ever since. Caleb was so different from Bennett, who in retrospect had been more flash than substance. Caleb Morgan was solid, a man that a woman could depend on. Strong and opinionated, he wouldn’t always be an easy man to live with, but he’d never lie to her or deceive her. If he had a problem, he’d lay all his cards on the table. She shivered as she remembered just how angry he’d been that night. But even in his anger, he’d been concerned with her safety. What a time to realize she was desperately in love with the man that she’d just pushed out of her life!

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Jessamyn was jolted back to reality by the sound of Gracie’s voice. “Jessamyn, can you help Mrs. Walker?” She could hear the strain in her assistant’s voice and was shocked to realize that, while she’d been lost in thought, the store had filled up with people, many of whom were starting to look just a tad impatient. It was Christmas Eve after all, and people had presents to buy. Paper crinkled between her fingers and she glanced down to see that she’d crumpled a piece of wrapping paper in her hands, destroying it totally. Tossing the paper aside, she pasted on a happy smile and hurried toward the older lady standing in front of the truffle display. “How can I help you today, Mrs. Walker?” The steady steam of customers didn’t let up until they closed their door for the day. Even then, it took them another half-hour to clear out the remaining last-minute shoppers. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Simms,” she called as she closed and bolted the door before slumping back against it. “Is that it?” Gracie stood by the cash register and looked around before she turned the key and started printing the day’s sales reports. “Yes,” she pushed away from the door. “That’s it.” Ignoring the mess the shop was in, she made her way toward the sales counter. “Go home, Gracie. It’s Christmas Eve. I’ll take care of this.” “Are you sure?” Her friend shot her a concerned glance. “If you don’t mind me saying so, you haven’t been yourself today. You’re not coming down with something, are you?” Wrapping her arm around Gracie’s shoulder, she gave it a gentle squeeze. “No, I’m just a bit distracted. I’m sorry about zoning out on you today.” Gracie just laughed. “Considering the retail madness this time of year, it’s a wonder it doesn’t happen more. But if you’re sure you don’t mind me leaving, then I’ll take off. The offer is still open if you want to join me and my family this evening.”

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She shook her head. “Thanks, but I just want to go home and put my feet up. You go on.” As Gracie hurried off to collect her coat and purse, Jessamyn counted out the cash and did up the proper slip for the night deposit at the bank. Gracie bustled back out and hurried to the door. “I’ll come in a few minutes early when we reopen the day after Christmas and straighten up this mess. Although I doubt we’ll be very busy, so I don’t suppose it matters much.” “Thanks, Gracie. Enjoy the holiday with your family.” As her assistant let herself out and locked up behind her, Jessamyn went through the familiar routine of closing the store for the night. She did her paperwork by rote, and all the while her mind was furiously considering what to do about the situation with Caleb. The idea, when it occurred to her, was so perfect she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it sooner. In a hurry now, she finished up quickly and grabbed her coat. It was almost seven, but she still had plenty of time. An hour and a half later, she crept though her back garden as silent as a thief. Her boots scrunched against the layer of light snow that had fallen earlier in the day. The night air was crisp and she pulled her coat closer around her body as she scurried across the yard next door. She was glad she didn’t have too far to go as she was already freezing. Shoving her hand into her pocket, she dug out a key that she hadn’t used in a year. Jamming it in the lock, she turned it slowly and let out a relieved breath when she heard the click. She knew that he’d replaced the lock on the front door, but as far as she knew, he hadn’t touched the back door. She hadn’t been one hundred percent sure of that though, but she knew that if it hadn’t worked she’d have found another way in. Quickly, she let herself inside, closing the door behind her. The house was slightly chilly, but she’d fix that. Stamping the snow from her boots, she removed them and placed them on the mat to dry. She padded down the hallway in bare feet, stopping long enough to turn up the heater on the way along.

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The house was dark, so she used the small flashlight she’d brought with her to light her way. With the light in one hand and her bag of goodies in the other, she made her way to the living room. She stilled when she entered the room. The tall pine tree stood in the corner, decorated almost exactly as it had been last year. Walking over to the tree, she bent down and plugged in the lights. Standing back, she gazed at the tree in awe. Caleb had used the same decorations that she’d bought and used to decorate Bennett’s tree last year. Her heart ached to imagine him taking such care to pack them away last year and to put them up again this year. Shaking her head, she laid down her bundle and went straight to the fireplace. Within seconds, a fire crackled to life and she placed the protective screen in front of it. Taking her time, she pulled several scented candles and holders out of the bag, placed them on the low wooden coffee table and lit them. A bottle of wine and two glasses followed. They were the same crystal goblets she’d used last year. Caleb had thoughtfully returned them and the rest of her belongings. Lastly, she tugged the faux fur rug out of the bag and spread it in front of the fireplace. Curious now, she glanced around the room, noting the changes. The room certainly reflected Caleb’s tastes. Filled with heavy wooden furniture, it was masculine but inviting. It was easy to imagine spending a cold winter’s day curled up on the sofa with a good book. Now that the room was warming up, Jessamyn unzipped her coat. Second thoughts assailed her, but she determinedly shoved them aside as she pulled off her coat and laid it over the back of a chair. She’d bought the outfit a few weeks ago, not quite knowing why she felt compelled to buy such a thing, but she was very glad she’d given into the temptation. A deep burgundy, the strapless, satiny garment clung to her curves. The bodice was tight around her torso and breasts and showed off her cleavage. Trimmed with white fur, the neckline dipped very low in the front, the cups of the bra barely covering her nipples. The sides were cut high, almost to the waist, but it was the back of the outfit

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that was the most daring. Her back was encased in the tight-fitting satin, but it ended at her waist. Instead of being a full panty on the bottom, there was a thin string that was drawn through the legs and snapped to the waistband. Jessamyn had never worn a thong before and she felt both very exposed and very sexy. Not knowing how long she’d have to wait, she poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip before setting it aside and settling back on the fur rug. The fabric was soft and sensual against her skin. She lay back on the rug and rolled from side to side, moaning with pleasure. Already the thin string of the thong was damp between her legs as she imagined Caleb’s reaction when he saw her. She couldn’t wait to have his cock inside her again, pumping hard and deep. Her legs sprawled apart and she moved her hips sensually. She hoped she didn’t have to wait too long for Caleb to get home. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, allowing the smells of the season to envelop her. She loved the smell of the fresh pine tree, the cinnamon candles and the cozy scent of the cedar wood burning next to her. Opening her eyes, she gazed up at the tree, enjoying the way the white lights twinkled amidst the red flashing light. Red flashing light? The back door opened with a bang at the same time the front door slammed opened. Before she had a chance to react, he was there in the entrance to the living room. Tall and rugged, he filled the doorway even as he crouched low. “Police. Freeze.” Both of them froze in place as they stared at each other. Then Caleb swore and holstered his gun before running his fingers though his hair. Jessamyn just blinked at him, half-afraid to move. Still swearing under his breath, he stalked toward her. “Oh, wow.” The strained male voice came from the other entrance and too late Jessamyn remembered that someone had entered through the back entrance. Drawing her legs up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them and buried her head against her knees, praying that her long hair would help cover her from view. She’d never been so mortified in her life.

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The sound of Caleb’s boots on the floor changed direction as he headed toward the other man. Then, thankfully, their voices faded away.

Caleb herded his deputy into the kitchen. Jim Gower kept glancing back toward the living room with a look of pure male appreciation stamped on his face. “Man, she’s gorgeous, she’s—” “Don’t say it,” Caleb growled. “Don’t even think it. In fact, forget you ever saw anything at all.” Caleb walked to the control panel behind the back door and disengaged the silent alarm. The deputy glanced at him and swallowed hard. “Sure, boss. But that’s going to be hard to forget.” “Try.” Jim grinned slyly. “You must have been a real good boy to get something like that under your tree.” A slow, thoughtful smile crossed Caleb’s face as the deputy’s words sunk in. Jessamyn had given him exactly what he’d wanted for Christmas and that could only mean one thing. Suddenly, he was in a hurry to get rid of his deputy and go and open his present. He yanked the back door open and cocked his eyebrow. Jim just laughed good-naturedly. “I’ll just tell dispatch that it was a false alarm and that you’ve clocked out for the evening.” He tipped his hat as he headed back toward his vehicle, where the red lights were still flashing. “Turn off my car, will you, Jim? Just leave the keys in the ignition. And remember, I don’t want to hear one word about this.” Caleb shut the door, not bothering to wait for a reply. He yanked off his boots and jacket and hurried back into the living room.

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Chapter Six Jessamyn was sitting exactly as he’d left her. Her long, supple legs gleamed in the firelight, partially covered by her hair, which flowed over them. Her shoulders were bare and he could see that they were shaking. Damn it, she was upset. The last thing he wanted was for her to regret doing this. She lifted her head and stared at him. It took him a second to realize that she wasn’t crying at all. The little vixen was laughing. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head at her, and that sent her off into fresh peals of laughter. Tears ran down her cheeks and she swiped at them. “You should have seen your face.” He unfastened his gun belt and laid it carefully across a chair before pulling the tails of his shirt out of his pants. “You should have seen yours. I guess you didn’t realize I’d put in an alarm system.” He unbuttoned his khaki shirt and tossed it aside. “I guess I didn’t,” she chuckled. “I think I frightened your deputy.” She took a deep breath, released her desperate hold on her legs and sat back. Caleb scowled. He hadn’t liked the other man getting such an eyeful of Jessamyn’s charms. “I don’t think frightened is the word. He won’t say anything.” She bit her lower lip and stared up at him, her sexy chocolate brown eyes were suddenly filled with trepidation. “Are you sure?” “I’m sure. He knows what would happen to him if a single word of this leaked out.” “Oh, lord. I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life.” Sighing, she rubbed her hands up and down her arms as if cold. “I wanted this to be romantic.”

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“Is that all it’s meant to be or does it mean more?” This time he wasn’t taking any chance of misinterpreting her actions. Kneeling up on the carpet, she gazed at him, her eyes serious. “What it means is that you were right. I was lying to myself and to you.” She looked away, staring into the fire as if seeking guidance in its depths. Caleb forced himself to stay where he was when every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to go and claim her. But this was too important to leave to chance. He had to be sure. “I love you.” She swiveled back around to face him. “And if it’s not too late, I want a chance at a relationship with you.” Her hands rested palm up on her thighs and her hair tumbled down behind her shoulders. She’d lowered her defenses, leaving herself wide open and vulnerable to him. Fisting his hands in his white T-shirt, he yanked it over his head and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes never left him as he finished stripping off his clothes. His cock was fully erect as he faced her, just as naked and vulnerable as she’d made herself. “I love you, Jessamyn. I have for a long time now.” He knelt down next to her on the rug. “But now, I want to unwrap my present.”

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His hand continued to trace a path across the slippery satin, which suddenly felt so tight that she could hardly breathe. “I love your body, Jessamyn.” He molded her breast with his palm before sliding his rough fingers down over her belly. “My hips are too wide and my thighs are too big.” The words hadn’t even left her mouth when she groaned and tried to turn away from him. He tumbled her back onto the rug and settled himself between her legs. “You’re absolutely perfect. You were made for fucking, sweetheart. Your hips and thighs are made to cradle a man while he pumps his cock into your hot, tight cunt. And you are hot, Jessamyn.” He ground his erection into her mound and she couldn’t stifle a moan of desire. “I’ll bet your pussy is soaked with your cream. If I touched you, my fingers would get wet. Wouldn’t they?” “Yes,” she hissed as he flexed his hips, rubbing his hardness over her satin-covered core. Caleb cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as he leaned down and kissed her. There was passion in his kiss, but she could taste something else as well and knew it was love. There was no mistaking the depth of his feelings for her as his mouth slanted over hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth again and again until they were both breathless. Groaning, he tore his lips from hers and sat back on his heels. Even at rest, his body looked powerful and she raised her hands, needing to touch him. She could feel the muscles of his chest ripple beneath her fingers as she moved them lower, getting ever closer to his arousal. He wrapped his hands around her waist and then slid them under her body. He froze when his fingers met bare flesh. “Turn over and let me see the back of this outfit.” Jessamyn rolled over and could feel the heat of his gaze on her bare bottom. His fingers cupped and shaped the white mounds of flesh. “I love your ass.” He traced the thin band of the thong where it disappeared into the crease of her behind. “Come up on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind.” 44

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Coming up onto her hands and knees, she arched her behind toward him. Her breasts felt heavy and they ached where her nipples rubbed against the material. She could feel Caleb kneeling behind her, felt the brush of his cock against her bottom as he leaned over her and cupped her breasts in his hands. Peeling down the bodice, he released her breasts from their confinement and she cried out her relief. He captured her nipples with his fingers, pinching them gently at first and then slightly harder as she pleaded for more. She pushed her ass against his hard length, needing him inside her. “Caleb,” she gasped. “I want you.” He pinched her nipples, stopping just short of his caress being painful. “You want me to do what?” Jessamyn was almost out of her mind with need, but she knew what he wanted. “Fuck me, Caleb. Do it hard. Now” He released her breasts and knelt back between her spread thighs. She heard the telltale sound of a foil packet being ripped open, but she stopped him. “I’m on the Pill.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. I want to feel every inch of you inside me.” She shuddered, imagining the sensation of them being skin to skin. She jumped when his hand came down sharply on her behind, the action startling her more than it hurt her. He did it again, this time smacking the other cheek. His hands covered her behind, massaging the tingling flesh. She could feel the heat as the blood rushed to the area. Groaning, she pushed her behind into his hands. “Now, Caleb.” He yanked at the snap and she felt the fabric fall away. His hands clasped her waist as he inserted just the tip of his cock inside her. “I love you, Jessamyn.” He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust forward again. Jessamyn timed his strokes, pushing backward every time he plunged forward. He wrapped one arm around her waist and reached down to cup her mound with the 45

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other. Sifting his fingers through her pubic hair, he found her swollen clit and began to stroke it with every thrust. Her breasts swung free, but her body was still tightly encased in the teddy. The feeling was incredibly sensual. She could feel every hard inch of him as he plunged deeper and harder. Her inner muscles were clutching desperately at him and she knew she was close. She could feel his balls smack against her pussy with every stroke. “I’m coming,” she cried. His strokes got even faster as he hammered his hips against her ass. Her vaginal muscles squeezed tight as she came. Tipping back her head, she closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. Caleb yelled as his arms tightened around her and she could feel the hot gush of semen deep in her core as he came. That set off another wave of spasms. She slumped forward and Caleb lowered them both to the rug. Jessamyn could feel his heart pounding against her back and knew it matched the driving rhythm of her own. His lips kissed the curve of her spine as he sat back and pulled his semi-erect cock from her body. Her inner muscles spasmed around him, trying to keep him inside her, making both of them moan. Caleb laughed as he helped her roll over onto her back. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” The gleam in his eye suggested he didn’t mind one little bit. “You spanked me,” she narrowed her eyes accusingly. “You can’t call two love taps a spanking. Do you have any idea what could have happened if I hadn’t been one of the responding officers this evening?” His big body shuddered as he lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms. “It’s bad enough that my deputy got an eyeful of you.” He levered himself up over her. “You do anything like that again and I just might spank you for real.” He lay back down and settled her in his arms again. “Promises. Promises.” She nipped at his chest. He might be growling and threatening, but Jessamyn felt perfectly content. She knew that this man would never do anything to intentionally harm her in any way, either physically or emotionally. 46

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Besides, once again, she’d been surprised by the reaction to his two “love taps” as he called them. The heat and tingling sensation in her bottom had sent heat flooding to her pussy. The pleasure had been incredible. She definitely wanted to try that again sometime. He cupped her head and tilted up her chin until she was drowning in the amber glow of his eyes. He brushed her hair out of her eyes and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I got what I wanted for Christmas. It might have taken an extra year, but it was well worth the wait. It’s a gift I’ll always cherish. Thank you, Jessamyn.” Reaching up, she cupped her cheek in his hand. He turned his face toward it, placing a kiss in the center of her palm. “I think we both got what we wanted for Christmas, Caleb.” He lowered his mouth toward her and as he softly kissed her lips, Jessamyn knew she’d gotten a present that would last for many, many years to come.

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About the Author N. J. Walters had a mid-life crisis at a fairly young age, gave notice after ten years at her job on a Friday, received a tentative acceptance for her first novel, Annabelle Lee, on the following Sunday. Happily married for over seventeen years to the love of her life, with his encouragement and support she gave up the job of selling books for the more pleasurable job of writing them. A voracious reader of romances of all kinds, she now spends her days writing, reading and reviewing books. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to do it.

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