He stood behind her and then unzipped his fly. His cock sprang out, hard and ready. Before he could talk himself out of it, Byron lifted her onto his dick, before wrapping his arms around her—just the way she liked—hugging her tight as he fucked her.
If he had his way, he’d never, ever let her go.
Burying his face in her hair, Byron plunged his cock into her sleek, slippery pussy. She gripped him like a living glove as he lunged inside again and again.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out, twisted her around, and backed her against the wall again. Jane leaped into his arms, spreading her legs and wrapping them around his hips.
With a growl, he fucked her so hard, the door rattled. This way better than any of his fantasies. After a few moments, Jane threw her head back and made the most glorious sound, the call of a woman satisfied. Byron let loose, gritting his teeth and pumping until he came inside her with a snarl.
They stayed like that for the longest time—connected but uncomfortably silent.
They’d had sex, but nothing was settled.
Quietly, they both put their clothing to rights and drifted over to his desk, sitting on opposite sides, like they hadn’t been going at it a few moments before.
“Darlin’, I—”
“Wait. Before I lose my train of thought, Agent Hawthorne came to see me. You should’ve told me the FBI was after you.”
“What did the bastard want?”
“He wanted me to be his CI.”
The agent had made his intentions clear, but Byron was surprised the man had tried to use Jane against him.
He leaned back in the chair. “And what did you say?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
A rush of warmth suffused him. “You told him to go to hell.”
“In more professional terms, yes, but I’m not here about the FBI.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I…miss you.” The words were halting. “I think we have something between us worth exploring.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat. The past few weeks had been torturous without her. Byron had to delete her phone number from his cell to keep from dialing her up on one pretext or another.
“I’ve thought about you too.”
“Good.” She sighed. “Then stop being stupid.”
“Can’t help it, darlin’, it’s a character flaw.” Byron chuckled. “While I miss the hell out of you, we still don’t belong together.”
“Says who?” He could tell she was gearing up to give him another tongue-lashing.
And damn, if his cock didn’t harden, ready for round two. If she kept this torment up, he’d lose his mind and give her anything she wanted.
“Says me.” Byron met her eyes. “I’ve murdered someone in this very room.”
Jane didn’t look shocked.
“I’m blackmailing your precious bikers into helpin’ the outfit.”
Jane nodded. “I figured you had something on them a while ago. They’d never agree to work with you otherwise. By the way, you should let them go.”
“Why aren’t you upset?”
She shrugged. “Because I know who and what you are, and I want you anyway. And you aren’t the only murderer in this room.”
Byron shut his eyes. I should’ve pried the goddamn gun out of her hands.
He didn’t know what to say about her pragmatism. Although, he already knew Jane looked at the world differently than most people. She couldn’t be a defense attorney without some degree of moral ambiguity.
“I’ve made a lot of changes in my life and I think…I think there’s room for you in it.”
“How so?”
“I quit my job. I have an interview with the Innocence Project next week. Since the state has the power to execute citizens, I’m going to make sure their convictions are rigorous, beyond a shadow of a doubt.” She sniffed. “Besides, I can teach the project a thing or two about reasonable doubt.”
“I see you’ve prepared for your interview.”
“I’ve been practicing.” Her eyes were bright and glossy. Byron loved to see her fire. “I’m going to use my legal skills to make a difference.”
“I hope they hire you.” Byron thought they’d be fools not to offer a job on the spot.
“Any other objections?”
He scrambled for another one. “Your father’s a federal judge.”
“Jed Hunter is a principled but fair man, and I think he’ll adjust to the idea, given enough time and space.”
Suddenly, Byron was all out of reasons why they couldn’t be together. Or he wanted her so damn bad, he was willing to be talked into it.
“Are you sure about this, Jane? I’m a man so wicked my own mother didn’t love me.” It was hard to say the words aloud. How on earth could he expect someone else to?