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  His hands on her skin were electric, and Janet found herself lost in the gorgeous sight of him, his toned body was tight with muscle, broad and strong. He looked fantastic, scars winding across his body, mingling with tattoos, some that looked foreign. Janet felt warmth and pleasure surge between her legs.

  When she touched his skin, he hummed in approval, a low, rumbling sound that went straight through Janet. She bit her lip, shuddering softly as he kissed her again, his hands sliding to the hemline of her dress, caressing her skin, brushing the softness of her thighs and sending tingles through her.

  She moaned softly as his fingers found their mark, sliding beneath her dress, lifting the fabric and making Janet gasp. His fingers knew their way easily, sliding between her legs, finding the searing warmth that was hidden only by a thin film of lace. Janet bit her lip, feeling the dizzying desire spread through her. He felt incredible, in every way, in every touch, every breath on her skin.

  Then his hands were on her dress, sliding it over her head. She gasped, feeling her breathing hitch. He slid the fabric off her, leaving it pooling on the floor. Janet felt herself blushing, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, feeling the blushing heat of desire wind around her, almost overwhelming with the pleasure. She was exposed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear. Even her bra lay forgotten in the bathroom, where she hadn’t bothered to put it back on.

  Fang smirked, and Janet felt heat rise to her cheeks, “You look good…” He murmured, desire surfacing in his voice, sending heat shooting straight through Janet, “But you’d look better in nothing at all.” He murmured.

  His body pressed against hers, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties. She shuddered softly, her hands coming to rest on the buckle of his belt.

  She pulled it away, letting it fall undone easily, even with her shaking fingers. He breathed, almost a laugh and let her slide his pants the rest of the way off.

  Then Janet was in his arms. He lifted her up, carrying her to the couch, where he pressed her down against the pillows. Janet looked up at him, his toned body, and the blazing lust in his eyes, the surging desires and needs that curled around them both like tendrils. She couldn’t help it, “Fang…I want you….” She whispered, breathless and quiet, like a secret, like a forbidden desire.

  Fang’s eyes seemed to be alight with fire now. They burnt, a brilliant blue, as he looked at her, took in the sight of her. Janet blushed, feeling him take in every inch of her skin, every inch of her body. She slid her hands down her body, brushing his trunks with her fingertips and slowly sliding them down his skin. He allowed her to slide them off him, before lifting her up gently, sliding her panties off and throwing them in a heap to the ground.

  Janet didn’t want this to ever stop. She wanted more…more, and more of his touch, of the feel of his fingers against her skin, his breath against her neck. Janet gasped, biting her lip as he slid his hands low, brushing the heat between her legs and setting fire to her body. Then his fingers were sliding inside of her, filling her and making Janet cry out with pleasure. She arched against the couch, her body humming with pleasure, a blissful moan spilling from her throat. She gasped, feeling the flush to her cheeks grow stronger, a heat against her skin.

  She loved it. She loved this, loved the feel of him. When he curled his fingertips, Janet saw stars, saw flashing before her eyes. Fang reached up with one hand to lightly cup her breast in his hand, brushing his thumb across her nipple and setting her body alight with need.

  “Mmmm, Fang!” She panted softly, gasping as she moved beneath him, feeling the fierce arousal surge through her, burn her skin until it felt like there was absolutely nothing left. She could have cried with the pleasure, with the desire that was almost eating her alive. It was perfect. It was everything she could have hoped for.

  She could smell his cologne and the sweet, smoky scent that seemed to permeate him, as if it was part of him, part of his very skin. She knew that she shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be in bed with the head of her security, but at that moment, Janet found it hard to care.

  “Are you ready?” He whispered in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. She was ready, oh so very ready to have him, to take him, to take everything about this, about his touch, about his body.

  Janet nodded and Fang shifted between her, hands resting lightly on her hips. He pushed slowly within her, and Janet felt the girth of him fill her body, overwhelm her senses with pleasure. She cried out, shuddering and grabbing onto the couch cushions, onto Fang himself as he thrusted within her.

  It was pleasure, it was bliss, and it was overwhelming. It was perfection and Janet could barely draw breath against the pleasure that burnt her body and flooded her senses. He felt incredible, his hands on her skin, the scent of him, the way that he touched her. It was too much for Janet to handle, but she was more than happy to keep trying.

  She moaned in pleasure as he moved against her, deeper and harder, leaving her shuddering and biting her lip as she gasped. She grabbed the couch hard in her fingertips, arching against him and trembling as the pleasure began to build within her.

  Fang was gasping and there was a gorgeous flush to his cheeks. He looked so incredible and Janet was in awe of him, of the softening of his hard features, the way that his eyes shone as he looked at her, the way that he softened, held her tight and kissed her skin.

  His lips were both rough and soft at the same time and they felt amazing against her. She gasped and felt the pleasure rising within her in strong, powerful waves. It was almost impossible to resist the pleasure that threatened to drown her, threatened to overwhelm her senses. She shuddered softly and gripped him tighter, harder and deeper. Janet bit her lip, and arched her body harder, deeper.

  He was speeding up. She felt him thrusting deeper within her, filling her, making her want to cry out again and again with the bliss that was rising up inside of her. It was perfect, it was just perfect.

  Everything was a blur. All of her worries had swam away under the flood of pleasure and emotion. She could no longer remember why she was worried about this trip, or the meeting, or anything at all. She wasn’t thinking about the many fears that had crowded her brain just moments before this had started. No, her mind had left her, leaving her only with pleasure and the overwhelming feeling of safety.

  It was in that moment that she realized that Fang would protect her. Or, rather, she felt it, felt the desire swimming around her, insistent and strong against her body, her senses. She needed him, and innately, she knew that he would keep her safe, keep her protected in his arms. Janet gasped blindly, letting the sensations fill her up to overflowing.

  The pleasure was getting closer and closer. Everything was happening faster and faster. His hands were on her skin. She was gasping and kissing him. He groaned in pleasure.

  The overwhelming bliss overcame her and her breathing came in quick, shallow gasps. She needed him now! Right now!

  Janet climaxed suddenly, hard and fierce. The cresting pleasure crashed down on her in waves, shuddering over her and drowning her with their weight and their might. It was everything that she could have dreamed of, everything and more.

  She was shuddering with pleasure, her body shivering and tensing and tightening around him. It felt good. It felt blissfully, overwhelmingly good. She could barely breathe, could barely take in a breath, and could barely think of anything but the overwhelming desire and bliss that was overcoming her. Ecstasy.

  Fang climaxed soon after her, holding her tight as he shuddered, murmuring her name and setting fire to her heart. So good. It was all so good, and it all felt so right, so right that Janet couldn’t dream of letting go. She gasped against his skin, rocking in pleasure as they entwined, naked in their bliss. Janet was flushed- she could feel the heat radiating from her skin, burning through her body. It felt incredible, felt amazing in a way she couldn’t begin to describe.

  Janet kissed him hard, flooding him with the press of her lips. He held
her, and she breathed in his musk, the smoky sweet smell that seemed to linger on his skin. She could feel his heartbeat pounding against her.

  She took a deep breath, as the pleasure finally eased, leaving behind the certain bliss of the afterglow, the tender touches and quiet words that came after love making that was this passionate, this overwhelming.

  And yet, Fang didn’t say anything. Neither did Janet. This moment seemed to perfect for words, somehow. It seemed too sacred, too quiet and peaceful and blissful. There was something unspoken that had passed between them and Janet couldn’t even remember why she had been so furious with him in the first place.

  Now, there was nothing left but peace, nothing left but the lingering pleasure and that sweet, sweet feeling of safety. Here, in a strange country, where she was in danger, where she knew no one…she felt safe. She felt safe in his arms, safe in the way he held her, safe in the way his burning eyes had locked on hers, safe in every touch of his hands on her skin. She didn’t feel ashamed, she felt empowered.

  Janet took a deep, shaky breath and rested against him a little more. Fang shifted then, moving to rest back on the couch so that Janet could be on top of him, and he would take all of the weight, not her. He grabbed a throw and tossed it over her.

  Janet felt a sudden, fierce surge of warmth for him, warmth for his thoughtfulness. She glanced down and he was looking at her through half-lidded eyes, warm and quiet. There was a restfulness in him that she had not seen before. A big, dangerous cat who had stopped to lie in the sun. The thought was comforting to her.

  “Sleep.” His voice was soft, barely a murmur, “You have a big day tomorrow.”

  His words didn’t arise panic inside of her. Instead, they calmed her. She was ready, as ready as she could be. The best that she could do would be to get some sleep now, and feel ready in the morning.

  “I’ll wake you up in time.”

  Janet’s eyes were sliding shut now and somehow, she found it impossible to resist the lull of sleep, the glorious warmth, the comfort of another’s embrace, even if it was only for the night, only for now. It brought her comfort and Janet was not about to turn it down.

  She shut her eyes and drifted into sleep, her body tingling with pleasure, her mind finally at ease.

  Chapter 5

  When Janet woke, she was comforted by light streaming through the curtains. She felt the warmth on her skin and sighed in pleasure. She wasn’t sure why, but she had gotten a fantastic sleep that night. She felt comfortable and content.

  Keeping her eyes shut, Janet’s mind drifted to the night before, drifted to the feeling of Fang’s hands on her skin, the comfort of his embrace, the warmth as she had snuggled in and fallen asleep. Janet sighed in pleasure. Everything felt so perfect-

  The meeting! Janet didn’t feel Fang’s body against hers, and with the warm sunlight streaming in… Janet bolted upright, clutching the blanket to her body, hiding herself from view. She looked around frantically, trying to find a clock, find some way of telling the time and finding out how screwed she was.

  She didn’t see any, and she jumped up, fumbling for her clothes. She threw the dress back on and dropped the blanket. Fang had told her he would wake her up! So where was he? Janet felt panic grip her heart, the frantic rush of someone who was late and knew it.

  It wasn’t until she sped into the kitchen, that she found Fang and skid to a stop. He was dressed, in what looked to be a business shirt, all black, and buttoned up, with black slacks to match. He was standing at the counter and Janet realized that he was fixing two cups of coffee.

  As she skid into the kitchen, he turned his gaze on her, taking her in, a smirk playing on his lips, “Good morning.”

  He seemed too casual, so smug that Janet felt a twinge of annoyance, and relief. Maybe she hadn’t overslept, maybe he was keeping his word. Still, she had to be sure, “What time is it?”

  Fang chuckled, shaking his head, “You would think I would get a good morning, at least.” He lingered, his eyes roving over her body, before he finally answered, “It’s nine am, sweetheart, just about.” He turned back to the coffee, “The meeting doesn’t start until-”

  “Twelve…” Janet finished, feeling herself go red. She felt incredibly sheepish. Of course he would have kept his promise. Not only did he seem like that kind of guy, but Janet assumed that he wasn’t in the mood to lose his job either. Of course he was making sure that she wouldn’t be late.

  “How do you like your coffee?” Fang was going on with the morning, like her questions had never even happened, and Janet decided that that was probably the best way to handle the whole situation.

  “Two sugars. Cream.” She managed a smile.

  He nodded, “Sure.” A moment later, he was pushing the coffee into her hands, “Have that and go get ready. I’ll sort breakfast out.”

  Janet was touched, “You cook?”

  Fang snorted, a sound borne of humor, his eyes sparkling with mirth, “Me? No, I tend to burn everything. I’ll get room service, though.”

  Janet laughed, a sound that broke any lingering tension in the room. She smiled at him as she took the coffee, “Thank you.” Janet realized, with a start, that she hadn’t laughed properly for a long, long while. Since her father had died, in fact.

  Janet must have been looking at Fang strangely, because he gave her a quizzical look, “What?”

  Janet shook her head, “Nothing.” She shrugged, “It’s just been a while since I’ve laughed, I guess.” With that, she turned, taking the coffee into the living room and grabbing her notes. She read through them while she sipped her coffee and she could hear Fang on the phone in another room.

  There was a clipped air to his voice and Janet could only assume that he was dealing with business, with the security for the day. She felt warmth spread through her. Despite his clipped voice and cool eyes, she now knew that there was more to him, more lurking beneath the surface, more than he let on.

  There was a fire in him, a softness to him and a passion unlike any that Janet had ever experienced, had ever tasted. He was intoxicating and Janet couldn’t help but think back on the night before, think of the way his hands had felt on her body, running over her skin. He was exceptional in bed, exceptional when he held her, touched her, kissed her skin…

  Janet shook her head and tried to dislodge those thoughts. She had a meeting to focus on today, after all. It was important that she made it through, that she focused on what was important and that she got there in the end. It was vital that she got through this meeting successfully.

  Janet finished her coffee, standing up and heading to her bedroom. She had her outfit chosen in advance for today and she took it out before heading to the bathroom. She opted for a shower today, sliding into the warmth and spending time washing her hair, combing out all of the tangles and smoothing it out. She also lingered over washing herself, making sure to remove any traces of the smell of their love making. She was sad to do this, but she couldn’t have anyone in the meeting questioning her, or her morals, especially if that could affect the company.

  Once she was clean and ready, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her hair up. She dried off, and lotioned up her skin, leaving it soft. She towel dried her hair and then styled it into simple waves. She then tucked it back, putting it up in a business style. She stepped into her clothes, a respectable navy dress, fitted blazer, stockings and low, black heels. She put on light makeup and looked at herself in the mirror.

  She looked older, looked respectable, and looked like a young business woman. Now, she just had to walk the walk and prove to everyone, including herself, that she belonged here, that she was the right woman for the job.

  Because if she couldn’t, her father’s company would be on the line, and Janet could not allow that to happen.

  Chapter 6

  Janet stepped out to breakfast sitting on the table. Fang was ready, his own case sitting beside him. Janet smiled gratefully and sat down
. She was relieved, relieved that he was here to help, that he was ready to go. She was also relieved for the company, although she didn’t know exactly how to admit that.

  Janet looked at the spread before her and picked at a few things that she thought would be easy on her stomach, already tense with nerves. Fang didn’t say anything for a long moment, but he seemed to be picking up on her nerves, because he smiled a little, “If it helps, you look the part.”

  Janet smiled gratefully, “Thank you.”

  She was relieved to hear that he agreed with her outfit choice. It was a silly thing- she didn’t need his approval, but he had been around enough people in meetings like this, that Janet couldn’t help but assume that he knew what he was talking about. Of course, she had agonized over this decision for days before leaving, so she had been fairly certain already. But it was nice to hear from an outside perspective.

  Janet settled back, drinking a cup of orange juice and nibbling at some of the pastries and fruit. Fang shifted, “When you’re finished with breakfast, grab your things. We’ll be leaving soon.”

  Janet nodded and he added, “You remember the procedure?”

  Janet nodded again, “I’ve got it.”

  “Good.” He looked satisfied, “I’ll be as close as I can, without actually being inside of the meeting, so don’t hesitate to let me know if something is happening.”

  His words reassured Janet and she thought on them as she grabbed her things, gathering them up and packing her bag. It was nice to have someone watching her back, even if he was paid to do so. She tried not to read too much into last night, but she hoped that he had her back because of that too, because of the emotion she had seen flickering in his eyes.