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Her bag was packed. She’d told herself she wasn’t going, that she couldn’t put Jack through this, but in the end, her hands had gathered her sundries and clothing and packed them in her burgundy overnight bag. It now sat by the door to her office.
He was late. It was nearing five-thirty and all her office mates and Cindy had left early for the long Labor Day weekend. Jack hadn’t said anything about the long weekend, but Holly had packed for three nights just in case.
She frowned. If he stood her up....
A soft sigh left her throat. If he stood her up, it would be for the best. Though her heart cried at the thought, at least it would spare her having to end it after the weekend.
After she’d fallen that much deeper in love with him.
Five-thirty went by, then five-forty-five. Holly stood from her desk, ready to take her packed bag home, when Jack rushed in.
"Thank God you’re still here," he said, panting.
"What happened?"
"Just ran up here from where I parked a block away. I was afraid you’d have left already."
"I was just about to."
He grinned. "I’m glad I got here in time. Sorry to be runnin’ so late.
"I
s everything okay?"
"Fine. Just had to run a quick errand and Friday night traffic was bad."
"Oh."
"Sam’s anxious to meet you."
"He is?"
"Sure is. Believe it or not, I don’t bring lots of ladies home and he loves company. He says he wants to show you his horse. Sound good?"
Holly absently rubbed her bottom. "I’ve never been on a horse in my life."
Jack let out a laugh. "We’ll remedy that this weekend." He walked behind her desk and embraced her. "Damn, I’ve missed you."
She let out a nervous giggle. "You just saw me yesterday."
His lopsided grin stole her breath. "I still missed you, sugar. How about a kiss?"
Before she could reply, his lips crushed to hers. This wasn’t the gentle kiss of two nights ago. This was a desperate kiss, a possessive kiss, as though he’d been hungry for the taste of her for days, weeks. He thrust his tongue into her mouth with fierce determination and he devoured her.
She loved every second of it.
She kissed him back with equal fervor. God, she’d missed him, too. She hadn’t realized how much.
Moisture trickled between her legs. One kiss, and she was ready to be thoroughly fucked.
He broke from her mouth, panting. "I need you, sugar. Are we alone?"
"Yeah." Her voice was low and raspy. "Everyone else left for the day."
"Good." He lifted her skirt, moved her panties aside and thrust his fingers into her. "Already so wet for me. Do you have any idea what you do to me, sugar?"