When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

“I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” he heaved. “Oh, fuck. So am I.”

“Now. Right now.”

The sensations inside her collided and burst wide open.

“Yes!” Staci sobbed. “Oh, God. Yes!”

She squeezed him heartily as the orgasm tore through her, searing her insides.

“Damn it!” His entire body stilled. “Ah, yes!” Then his body convulsed as he exploded, his cock surging and pulsing, every glorious muscle flexing.

Staci didn’t release him. Didn’t loosen her vise grip on his ass or his dick.

He shuddered violently. She savored every second of both their orgasms.

Knowing this was an amazingly beautiful, wild, wonderful one-night stand she would remember for the rest of her life.

Chapter Five

His fantasy was gone in the morning. Before he even woke.

Evan had carried her to his bed and had spooned with her under the thick covers. He had held her and just…reveled in her. In the way she smelled. In the way she felt against his body.

They hadn’t spoken. Not a word after they’d both climaxed.

Yes, he’d been practically out of his mind wondering who the hell she was and why she’d wanted to be so secretive, inciting him to use aliases. All he could surmise was that it had helped her to move past her insecurity so that she could be free enough to give herself to him for the night. To give in to their instant, scorching chemistry and the passion that sparked easily between them.

So he’d gone along with her wishes. Thinking that, when they were up and around at a reasonable hour, they could exchange real names. And numbers.

But she was gone.

And he had no fucking clue who she was.

Or how to find her. He’d even knocked on her door, but then housekeeping had come along and informed him she’d checked out already.

All for the best, he convinced himself. He had serious business to focus on and couldn’t afford to get sidetracked by silky skin against his and long legs wrapped around him. In fact, he knew the wisest thing for him to do was thank his lucky stars he’d had one night of hot sex and a warm body snuggled next to his. It’d been just enough to release him from the sexual tension he’d felt since he’d stepped into the hallway and caught sight of the goddess in lingerie.

He had a hell of a lot on his plate to begin with. So much work to do and a calendar full of travel and speaking engagements. There was no time for dating, casual or otherwise. There was no time for them to get to know each other better.

Though she was one woman he actually would like to get to know better. Now, however, was the worst conceivable point in his medical career to finally meet a woman he burned for—a woman who was incredible in so m

any ways…

Yes. Bad timing. Really bad timing.

Disappointment sat like a rock in his gut. But Evan had been raised by an overachiever, and having a singular focus on work was therefore in his nature, too. His professional status and ambition meant everything to him. Above and beyond a hot one-night stand with a sexy redhead.

Unfortunately.

So he tucked thoughts of “Liz”—visions of her and memories of the sound of her moans—in the far recesses of his mind and returned one hundred percent of his concentration to his career.

No matter how damn difficult it was to forget what had happened in this Four Seasons hotel room.

* * *

“Before we wrap up this week’s strategic planning session,” Staci said to her senior leadership team at five o’clock on Monday, “let’s revisit the need to locate a larger facility for our manufacturing, packaging, and distribution functions. We only have our secondary building on a six-month lease, and we’re going to see a huge surge in sales with our new launch. I don’t want us scrambling in the eleventh hour, searching for a home to accommodate the overflow orders.”