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"What?"

He smiles gently. "I own a web company. I have a few hacker friends of  my own, and I already know who this guy is, where he lives, and as we  speak my lawyer is speaking to a judge about pressing charges. I expect  that he'll be arrested in a couple of hours." He shifts so he can get  his phone out of his pocket. "Is this the guy that you went on a date  with?"

The picture pops up and I recoil. "Yeah, that's him."

"Turns out he was also the guy staring at us that day at the restaurant.  I had a feeling, and I asked my friends to look for some security  footage, and it was a match."

"So that could have tipped him off too. This is so messed up."

"It is, and entirely not your fault. But I want to know why you left last night?"

I look down at the floor, "I thought you would be angry, and I thought  that the board was going to tell you to fire me. I just … I couldn't face  it."

"I'm not angry at you, obviously," he says, smiling. "And even if the  board did tell me to fire you, I wouldn't. It's my company. I can do  what I like. And all I wanted to do last night was to kill the piece of  shit who thought he could make you feel less than what you are."

"You'd do that for me?" I ask, still sniffling.

"I'd do anything for the people I love."

We both freeze, the admission shocking and unexpected. Then warmth fills me and I'm smiling and happy crying. "Me too."

He kisses me and I can't stop laughing even though he's kissing me and  Noodle is trying to sit between us, tail wagging and wanting to know why  we're so happy.

"Please come home with me," he says. "I missed you last night and I wasn't nearly finished-"

"Before you finish that sentence," I say, putting a finger to his lips. "Alice, you can come out now."

She emerges from her bedroom with a sheepish look on her face. "Sorry, I  heard all the noise. It's nice to meet you," she waves. "Now get the  hell out of here and go have fun. I don't have any doubts that I'm going  to see you again, Chance." She gives him a wink even as he's pulling me  up off the couch and toward the door.

"It's nice to meet you too," he says with a giant grin on his face. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have a lot of sex."

Alice snorts, "Better at your place than on my couch."

"Love you!" I shout as the door closes behind us. "Now," I say, turning to Chance, "you can finish your sentence."





Epilogue





One Month Later





"You're never really going to know, but when the right time comes to say  it, you'll feel it in your bones. Don't ignore that feeling-or you're  going to regret it later."

-When to Say ‘I Love You,' Heartmakers.com



I open the door and Chance comes through with the last of my boxes,  setting them down inside the door with a small grunt of effort. Now my  new apartment is a maze of boxes and sunlight, and it's going to take  forever to get everything unpacked and in place. "I still think," Chance  says, wiping sweat from his forehead with his shirt and revealing those  amazing abs that I'm thinking about licking now, "that it would be  easier if you just moved in with me."                       
       
           



       

"And my reason for saying no is still the same," I say. "I've never  lived on my own before. I want the chance to have my own space, even if  you are going to be here most nights."

He grins. "Fair enough. By the way, I got a heads up from the lawyers  just now. Strict house arrest and a ban on accessing the internet for  the duration of that house arrest, which is five years. He's going to be  pretty bored."

I raise my hand and he high fives me. "Thank you, you're my hero."  Chance has been so great through this whole ordeal, making sure that I  had to see the hacker, who's name is David, as few times as possible  while still making sure that he got the absolutely harshest punishment  for the crime.

"Does that make you a damsel in distress?" he asks, pulling me closer so  that I'm pressed against his body and can feel his growing erection.

"It makes me a damsel who's horny," I say, rocking my hips into him. "Even though there's no furniture to fuck on."

Chance sweeps me off my feet and then we're on the floor together. I  wore a skirt today, because it's hot as fuck and I needed something  light. He has my skirt up around my hips and his pants undone in record  time. "I think I'm not the only one who's horny," I say, laughing.

"You're right about that," Chance says. I hear the wrapper of a condom,  and his erection is resting against my ass. He guides it into me with  certainty, and I gasp, because this position allows him a different kind  of deep thrust, and I know it's going to make me come apart.

His chest is against my back and his hand is under my hips, teasing my  clit and rocking me back into him. "As a hero," he says, his words  punctuated by his thrusts, "it's my job to make sure my damsel is very  satisfied."

"How will you know when I'm satisfied?"

"I'm not sure," he says against my ear, "But there are a lot of walls  and floors in this place, and I plan on using them all to fuck you."

"Oh God." The way he talks turns me on even more, and the red fire of arousal curls through me like a flame.

Chance stops talking then, holding me still while he fucks deeper,  harder, and I'm filled with him until I'm almost bursting. "Yes. Yes.  Yes." It's a chant that's echoing around the apartment. I know this is  going to be fast. We've been flirting all day, and I'm too aroused to  last long.

His Prince Albert is pressing against me in exactly the right way, and I  come, hard and fast. I feel it spilling down my legs as he continues to  fuck me, grunting with the effort. The pleasure is red-hot, consuming  me and remaking me, and I'm still in the middle of the orgasm when he  comes, sending me over again into a second level of pleasure. It always  takes us a few minutes to come back to ourselves, but we do.

He cleans up and joins me on the floor, pulling me into his lap so we  can rest against the wall. "See?" he says. "We don't need furniture."

"I guess we don't."

Chance weaves his fingers in my hair softly, pulling my head back for a kiss. "I don't need anything, as long as I'm with you."

"You're right," I say. "It's enough."

The moment hangs between us, the unspoken I love yous passing between  us. And then there's a light in Chance's eyes and he grins at me. "You  have a lovely kitchen island in this apartment."

"And?"

He shrugs. "It's not furniture, but it's close enough."

"You make a good point," I say, laughing.

He lifts me off the floor, and tosses me over his shoulder and I squeal  while he carries me to the kitchen. "I can't think of a better place to  taste you than in the kitchen," he says, laying me across the island.  "And that's just the start. I've got so many plans."

I can't speak, because his mouth is already on me, and the pleasure is carrying me away.



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Chapter One

Sasha Bluebell



The letter arrives at the worst possible time.

I'm currently between clients, juggling freelance jobs from my last  company, where I was their head paralegal consultant until I had enough  of their bullshit pseudo-assignments and quit to pursue my own thing.  But it's been slow-going in the freelance world, and it's taken me a  while to build up a private client base. Originally I took on a couple  of gigs for my old firm on a case-by-case basis. Now they've flooded me  with so many that it feels like I'm full-time again, minus the  healthcare benefits.

Not that I can complain about the money. That, at least, has been more than decent.

Still, my schedule is a wreck. So much a wreck, that when the letter  first arrives, I don't even notice it in my inbox for a week straight.  When I do, I take one glance at the cover letter and find myself  wincing, wanting to shove it straight back under the stack of unread  incoming mail that awaits me on my desk. The longer I can prolong this,  the better. Because I don't want to confront any of the emotions that  rise up when I read that first line.

In the Matter of the Estate of Maryanne Bluebell …