Available May 1, 2008 in bookstores everywhere from Harlequin Spice, or pre-order it online at BarnesandNoble.com or Amazon.com.

HOT FOR YOU

Carinna doesn’t do relationships. No-strings sex with her best friend Jack, however, is just what her hormones ordered. Now, if she can convince Jack to speak to her again, after the last time they burned up the sheets. Jack wants more from Carinna than sex. Working as a firefighter who’s seen too many lose their lives and loved ones for the job, he hides his feelings and keeps his distance. A run of good luck is Jack’s fortune. He’s about to make a career change. And lure Carinna into his arms permanently with temptation too sinfully hot to pass up.

Your bed or mine?

I couldn’t believe I’d asked Jack that question. My pussy was dripping so badly with the need to feel him inside me I’d never be able to make it to my apartment. The rental house he lived in with his brother, when one or both of them wasn’t on the clock and sleeping at the firehouse, was even farther away.

“Something a matter with the family bathroom down the hall?”

Hearing the desperation in his voice, I laughed. “I don’t trust the locks, and I’d never forgive you if some kid walked in and caught us.” I darted a glance around. We were already getting enough looks--both disapproving and lustful (only in Vegas would a stranger hope for a sex show in the hallway)--standing the way we were, getting it on anywhere nearby was out of the question. That didn’t rule out upstairs.

Sweet relief jetted through me, coming to rest as liquid warmth between my tingling thighs. As much as I wanted to kiss him, I remembered how thoroughly and incredibly he wrecked me with that masterful tongue and I knew it would only tempt me to take more here and now. “Give me two minutes.”

Having connections with the front desk crew had its advantages. I was back in one and a half minutes with two key cards for a suite on the 17th floor. Even with my employee discount, the suite was pricey, but tonight was about indulging, while getting back my friendship with Jack. I’d gladly dip into my “Dream B&B” piggy bank for that.

“Race you to the elevators,” I teased.

For the twenty seconds it took us to get to them, we were the bosom buddies of our youth, totally oblivious to raging hormones and the pleasure to be found in horizontal mambos. Then we reached the elevators and one of the cars pinged open. An older couple dressed to the nines in head to toe black stepped out, leaving the car empty. Jack yanked me inside, jabbing the “Close Door” button, followed by the “17” button.

He was on me the instant the doors slid shut. His mouth slammed over mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, devouring me with hungry little suckles I felt all the way to my throbbing core. His hands went to my waist, popping the button on my jeans and jerking the zipper down. I feverishly met each lap of his tongue, whimpering into the moist cavern of his mouth as the cool air of the overhead A/C hit my hot, wet folds.

One big, rough finger parted my pubic curls to pet my slit from clit to perineum.

One stroke.

Two strokes.

My pulse spiked as warmth coiled low in my belly and chased its way up my torso. My pussy flood with cream.

Three strokes.

Four strokes.

His tongue left mine to start a wicked dart and thrust game, and my toes curled expectantly in my heeled sandals. His finger pushed past my slit, lightly entering my sheath. The change in action pulled me from the hedonistic haze I’d sunken under the moment his lips touched mine, forcing me to acknowledge we were in a Liege elevator. And I was naked from midway up my thigh to nearly my belly button.

Wondering when Jack had inched my jeans and panties down, I lifted my lips from the sinner’s heaven of his mouth and managed in a throaty voice, “Jack! I work here.”

“Want me to stop?”

His finger sank into my creamy pussy, finding and fondling just the right spot--a spot Hank had been oblivious to its existence--and I screeched out my bliss. “Fuck no!”

His mouth returned to mine, consuming me with his lips and tongue and teeth as if going four months without me had left him starved. Another finger joined the first, thrusting into my sheath with hard, sure strokes meant to deliver me to happy land good and fast. Just the way he knew I needed it the first time.

My mind spun as liquid fire licked through my body, pulsing as a river of wet need deep in my pussy. My sex contracted around his skilled fingers. My hips bucked wildly, without any set rhythm. Tension barreled the length of my spine, shaking my legs. Orgasm was about to take me over.

He pulled his fingers out before it could.

“Jesus, Jack!” I wanted to slug him.