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  There are worse ways to ride out a blizzard.

  6

  Finn

  What the hell am I doing kissing Sage Winston? Sure, she is hotter than any professional has a right to be with thick brown hair that sometimes looks sable and other times mahogany; I guess it depends on the light. But the dark hair combined with pale skin and overly large blue eyes, gives her an otherworldly appearance that’s at total odds with her tough outer shell. Still, I find it all fascinating and now that I know she wants me too, the tension between us makes perfect sense.

  It’s not hate, well maybe it is hate, but also lust. A deep, dark lust that I can’t wait to satisfy. If Sage ever returns.

  I’m not surprised she bolted. For all of her bravado, Sage isn’t as tough as she seems. In the well of the courtroom explaining a case is where she’s most comfortable, most in charge. But during that kiss, I was in charge. Of both her pleasure and mine. Just thinking about it keeps my cock hard and throbbing.

  The gods must be crazy, it’s the only explanation for how we went from arguing one moment to kissing in the next.

  Just as I get my cock under control, Sage returns, looking at me with wary blue eyes. I wait to see if she says anything—snarky or otherwise—to gauge her feelings. She looks at me, cheeks turning pink as she takes in my disheveled hair, courtesy of her delicate hands. “That was unexpected.”

  I laugh. “You have a knack for understatement, Sage.”

  A reluctant grin spreads from cheek to cheek. “Thanks. I think.”

  “Drink?” If she doesn’t want to talk about it then I won’t bring it up. Not yet.

  “Yes, please.”

  I pour two more drinks and set them on the table on the other side of my office. With our work complete, there’s no need to stick to the desk side of the office. “For you, Counselor.”

  Sage takes the drink and empties her glass like a frat boy on his twenty-first birthday. I decide not to tell her that since we’re getting along so well. For now. “Thanks. I needed that.”

  A smile touches my lips at her words. They are quintessential Sage, sarcastic and understated. “Me too,” I tell her and put the glass to my lips, taking one sip before she takes it from me. “Thirsty?”

  “Something like that.” Sage grins and sets the glass down, closing the short distance between us.

  “Hungry?” I ask with a smile.

  “Something like that.” Her grin practically splits her face but her eyes hold mine captive, a dark promise in there I’m compelled to explore.

  My lips capture hers again and this time I hold her close. So close I can feel her heart racing against my chest as my tongue teases her, tracing the seam of her lips until she opens up for me. I slip inside, determined this time to take my time. To savor every moment. Every taste.

  Every feel of her.

  Sage moans as she presses into my body, giving me a clear green light that I’m happy to oblige. I swallow her moan and my hands slide down her back to cup her ass, pulling another moan out of her. “Finn,” she whispers and wraps her fingers around a piece of my hair.

  I hold her closer. Tighter. Devouring her lush mouth until I’m so hard and aching I can barely see straight. “Sage,” I moan, licking a trail of heat from her collarbone to her jawbone. “I want you.”

  “Yes,” she moans and tilts her head back.

  It’s all the encouragement I need to take her mouth again, to kiss her until we’re both breathless and panting. And half dressed. “Fucking gorgeous,” I groan at the sight of Sage in nothing but lavender colored lace.

  A sexy little smile touches her lips at my words. “This old thing?”

  I laugh and bury my face in her neck, kissing and licking my way down to her collarbone and then the space between her beautiful breasts. Her skin tastes like honey and vanilla, more feminine than I’d ever guess but it does wicked things to my body. My tongue slicks back and forth over the strip of skin right beneath the silk of her bra until she arches into me, giving me the perfect opportunity to release her tits to my view. “Fuck yes.”

  A strangled growl escapes and hits me right in the cock as I toss her bra behind me and make quick work of the rest of her clothes, everything but that strip of lavender lace covering her pussy. A small dot of moisture dead center as I lay her on the sofa tells me everything I need to know. “I still feel overdressed.”

  “No, you’re perfect. Trust me.” My hands glide up her legs, opening them slightly with every passing inch, massaging her muscles until her legs fell apart, giving me a better view of her. “Wet and so fucking perfect,” I growl, pulling a smile from Sage.

  She arches into me with a moan when I slide her panties to the slide and dip a finger into her wet heat. “Finn.”

  The sound of my name on her lips is intoxicating and I settle on the floor in front of her, right between her thighs. “I can tell how much you want me, Sage.”

  She sends me a sleepy, needy smile and props herself up on her elbows. “Are you sure? Maybe you need to get a little closer.”

  A chuckle escapes at her words. “Maybe I do. But first,” I slide my finger from her slick pussy and stick it in my mouth with a moan. “Can’t wait.” I dip my head low and taste her with the panties between us, enjoying the way she moans and squirms under me, begging for more without saying the words. I’m having too much fun to stop and I get comfortable, licking her pussy while she writhes beneath me, wanting more but trying to get away too.

  “Finn,” she moans and tangles her fingers in my hair. “Finn, please.”

  Hearing this strong woman beg for more does something to me and I grab the waistband of her panties and rip them from her body, eyes unable to look away from her bare, slick pussy. “Sage, fuck.” I lean in and give her one long lick that pulls a low, keening moan from her.

  “Finn,” she groans and spreads her legs wider, directing me right where she’s desperate for me.

  “What do you want, Sage?”

  “What I want, Finn, is for you to make me come.” Her blue eyes are dark and heavy with desire.

  “Why didn’t you say so?” I flash a smile and give her what she wants, sliding two fingers deep inside her while my lips wrap around her clit, pulling hard enough to make her vibrate. She tosses both legs over my shoulders and grinds against my face, taking the pleasure she desperately needs.

  “Finn! Oh fuck, Finn!” Her first orgasm is close, I can feel it in the way her body trembles and the rush of moisture sliding down my hand. “Finn!”

  “Let it go Sage, I’m right here,” I tell her and spread her legs, licking her faster and harder while my fingers fuck her hard. Fast. “Come for me, Sage.”

  Her eyes slam shut, and she arches into me, her whole body trembling and convulsing violently as pleasure swamps her. Her thighs tighten and tremble, her toes curl hard enough to crack and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen or tasted and I keep licking her until she begs me to stop. “Please. No. More.”

  After a half a dozen or more soft, gentle licks, I stop and smile. “Good?”

  “Halfway there,” she says with a huge smile that I plan to keep on her face until morning.

  7

  Sage

  “Only halfway? Then I suppose I should do better.” Finn’s voice is a low, deep growl filled with desire and something else, a dark promise of more pleasure to come.

  “Can you do better, Finn?” None of this is a good idea, I know that and I suspect he does too, but between the whiskey and being stuck inside with the blizzard raging outside the walls of the courthouse, this seems like the best possible way to pass the time. “Because I wouldn’t say no to…better.”

  The glint in his eyes sends a shiver through me that pebbles my nipples and makes my pussy clench in anticipation. “Just you wait and see…counselor.” The way he says the words, all deep and dark and seductive. It’s so unlike the buttoned up prosecutor I see in the courtroom or on the steps of the courthouse enjoying a quick burger betw
een recesses. It’s hot as hell and I shiver in anticipation of what he’ll do next.

  “This is me,” I purr, “waiting.”

  His lips curl into a seductive smile that makes my pussy swell and leak just as his finger slides back and forth, tracing the length of my opening. “And so patient too. So unlike you, Sage.”

  My mouth opens to respond but nothing comes out but a long, strangled purr as one and then two fingers slip inside of me. Again. “Yes!” My body is on fire from the first explosive orgasm, my thighs are burning. It’s the best workout I’ve had in months. Ten times better than yoga, that’s for damn sure. “Finn.” His fingers feel too good but they aren’t enough. “More.”

  His deep chuckle vibrates through my body and suddenly I’m not content to just lie back and let this happen. It’s just tonight. By tomorrow, the streets will be plowed and the building will open up and this will be little more than a memory. A fleeting moment. “More? More, what Sage?”

  I push at his chest, enjoying the way his eyes flash surprise but not just surprise, heat too. A fiery heat I feel all the way down to my bones. And my tits. And between my thighs. “Just. More.” One more swift push and he falls to the floor and I climb down on top of him, straddling his hips and the delicious cock pressing into me.

  “Take it.”

  That’s exactly what I plan to do but I start slowly, popping each button, one by one, my gaze boring into his. Finn is fit. Fit as hell is what I call it. A light dusting of hair covered his chest, thinning as it disappears into the waistband of his slacks but my eyes focus on the hard muscles of his abdomen. For a very long time because dammit, who knew Finn Byrne looks so hot without his clothes? “Someone’s been keeping secrets.”

  His laughter sends a shiver down my spine and his big, warm hands go to my thighs, sliding up until his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. “Don’t tease me, Sage.”

  I toss my head back and laugh, feeling sexy and desirable. “But teasing you is so much fun.”

  “For you, maybe.” He growls, flipping us over so his big, hard body is on top of mine. The weight feels heavenly, especially when gravity presses his cock right against my clit.

  “Yeah. For me,” I groan and slide my hands between our bodies, eager to get him naked and get on with the good times. “Now it’s time for both of us to have some fun.” I get the button and zipper on his pants free and reach inside, wrapping my hand around an impressive cock in terms of length and girth. “Very nice, Finn.”

  His grin is part grimace as I stroke him, his hips flex into my hand telling me exactly how much he enjoys this. “Sage.”

  “That’s me.” My thumb rubs over the tip of his cock, smearing the moisture gathering at the tip. “And this is you.”

  “Sage.” This time the growl is deeper and maybe even darker, I can’t say for sure because my body is transfixed by his quick jerky movements when he stands, shoving his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, kicking them off along with his shoes but I can’t see any of that.

  All I see is his long thick cock jutting out majestically and my mouth waters. “Finn. Come here.”

  Finn leans down so we’re face to face. His lips are a breath away from mine and then there they are, right on mine, kissing me softly. Slowly, at first. Somewhere between the second or third minute, Finn turns up the heat. On the kiss, the way his hands roam my body while his mouth drives me wild with need.

  “Finn,” I moan and wrap my legs around his naked body, smiling at the way his ass muscles flex and tighten. “Fuck me.”

  “Gladly.” His smile flashes but there’s something dark in it that shoots straight between my thighs.

  “Go on, then. Give it to me.”

  A gorgeous grin lights up his face and I smile back, spreading my legs a little wider to receive him. Then his body presses against mine, lips on my neck and one hand on my breast as the other grips his cock, sliding it up and down my pussy until I arch into him. “Fuck, Sage.” The growl sends another pulse of juices running down my thighs. “Oh fuck,” he groans when the tip of his cock sinks into me. Slowly at first and then faster and faster until he’s buried deep.

  Balls fucking deep. “Finn, yes. Move!” He buries his cock to the hilt, and he’s stock still inside of me, my pussy clenching around him to adjust to his size. “Finn!”

  He laughs again and slowly pulls out of my body, leaving me instantly cold. “You want me to move, Sage?” I start to nod but before it happens, he’s slamming into me again, hard and deep. Exactly what I want.

  “Yes! Oh fuck, yeah!” My words do something to him, I can tell by the way his jaw tightens and the way his grip slips slightly on the next thrust. “Finn, yes!”

  His gaze flies to mine and he sits up, holding my thighs wide apart as he slides in and out, faster and faster. Then harder, rougher. With so much determination that I can’t look away. He is magnificent, a gorgeous creature with bunching and flexing muscles as he drives into me. His abs, his biceps, are a tantalizing sight. Male power in action. Just watching him is enough to take me closer to the edge and I feel my pleasure rushing to the surface but I want to hold it back. “Let go, Sage.”

  My head bobs up and down, acknowledging his command, but my body isn’t there. Not yet. But I know what will. “Make me, Finn.”

  His hazel eyes darken at the challenge and he leans closer until our bodies form a perfect line, pumping into me hard and fast, like a man possessed. His mission is clear, complete and total pleasure.

  Absolute submission.

  Watching him is pushing me closer and closer to the edge and I let my gaze slide down his body, noting the beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, his triceps, the one little bead about to fall from his body to mine. That bead transfixes me for a moment, but then I catch a glimpse of his cock disappearing into me. Over and over again, the long rod pushes deep and pulls back before pushing deep again. I can’t look away and I don’t want to. I don’t want to miss a moment of this.

  “Sage,” he growls and I can hear the tension in his voice. I can hear how close he is to losing it and it does something to me, but still I can’t tear my eyes from the place we’re joined together.

  It’s erotic as hell and not something I ever thought would get me off. I only read steamy romances to help me get off, but this is something different altogether and my body is responding. Firing on all cylinders. “Finn.” His name falls from my lips as my head falls back and my body arches into him. “Finn!”

  He changes our position ever so slightly, lifting me by the hips so he can pound into me. Hard. Fast. Wild. It is just what I need, a good hard fuck with one orgasm already in the bag. “Fuck,” he growls repeatedly and his hips pump harder and wilder, bringing us both closer to the edge.

  “Finn!” His name falls from my lips like the lyric to my favorite song, or maybe a prayer, either way his name is the only word I know as the orgasm bursts from my body. The pleasure is violent as it shoots from my body, from millions of pores all at once until I feel as if I’m being torn apart by pleasure and then put back together again.

  One final thrust and his body is shaking and convulsing and I can feel his orgasm shoot out of his body and right into mine. It’s intimate and emotional, too emotional for what this is. A one-night stand. “Sage!” The roar startles me and the way he flexes his hips sends another shard of pleasure through me, triggering another orgasm.

  Finn’s big body falls on top of mine with a guttural sigh and his weight feels so good, I can stay like this forever.

  Forever?

  That’s not a thought I should be having, not about this man and definitely not at this moment. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, savor it, revel in it. Enjoying everything it is before my body relaxes and I drift off to sleep.

  8

  Finn

  Morning arrives too soon and I don’t need to open my eyes to see it. But the world feels still. Too still. My eyes open wide and the first thing I see is…nothing. It makes me smile because
Sage’s thick brown hair is obstructing my view and the memory of her, of us, brings last night back in vivid clarity.

  Sage Kingston. Just thinking her name put a smile on my face. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine us naked together. Climbing to the heights of passion and beyond.

  All. Night. Long.

  Slowly I pull the locks of her hair from my face and turn to the windows outside. It’s still snowing, but the flakes are fat and soft, swinging, I imagine, gently to the concrete below. A quick look at Sage confirms she’s still sleeping peacefully and I extricate myself from the warm cocoon we created last night, made up of emergency blankets, coats for pillows along with the ones from the sofa too. I get to my feet and scan the room for my boxer briefs before casting a quick look to the hallway beyond the windows to make sure we’re still alone.

  Unchaperoned.

  The snow slowed considerably overnight and even though it’s still coming down, plows and cabs are dotting the streets below. The bank clock on the corner shows it’s barely six o’clock which means Sage and I won’t be alone for much longer. I cast a glance her way, wondering if waking her prematurely is wise. Last night we’d gotten along so well, better than ever. But I know last night and this morning are two very different things.

  I allow myself a few more moments of peace before waking Sage and dealing with…whatever may come. I soak in the morning's peace and the beauty that is Manhattan after a blizzard. The streets are mostly empty, quiet and still pristine from hours of falling snow. Christmastime in New York provides one of the most perfect views I’ve ever seen. Almost makes me wish I was staying around this year.

  “Oh. My. God.” Sage’s voice cuts through the silence, the peace and I dig my heels into the carpet, readying for…whatever. “Oh my God,” she says again, this time louder.