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said in a firm, relaxed voice. “We get
too greedy, we’ll blow this deal. And the five years is firm. They pay the full
five even if I get benched. Later.”
    He
disconnected and blew the Porsche around the corner and into the underground
garage of his penthouse. Halee had been here before, a younger, more naïve Halee.
Tonight she was falling into the same trap she had sworn she would never
repeat. Those fiery coal black eyes, the sleek tanned nape of his neck where
those dark curls rested, the hard body that would surely give her greater
pleasure than she had ever imagined- and yes, the Porsche and the paparazzi- it
was all part of the allure of Jonathan Dillon Shaw.
    He
cut the engine and pulled her across his lap. “Right here, Baby.”
     She
shifted, seeking the way they fit together, that delicious union of unspeakable
pleasure. Her skirt went up, her panties came down. She was so close…“Mmmm,”
she murmured, breaking free of his lips. “The security cameras.”
    He
hit the dashboard button. The Porsche soft top kicked up and over, shielding
them from view. Whatever voices telling her to retreat were silenced as he slid
his hot tongue into her waiting mouth. This was the taste she had craved since
the day she’d caught him with another woman.
    The
other woman! She released the kiss and sat straight up, pushing her unruly hair
from her face. This was the man who had hurt her deeply. Where was her pride?
    “I
can’t…” His warm hand covered her sweet spot and began to knead her sensitive
flesh in a smooth, sensuous rhythm. Within seconds she’d forgotten anything but
her impending climax. She fumbled for the buttons on his shirt. He unzipped her
dress and pushed it free from her shoulders, working his lips across her bare
breasts.
    “You
want me, don’t you, Baby?”
    “Oh,
yeh,” she purred. “Real bad.”
    “Been
thinkin’ about me, have ya?” He grinned, holding her just above the tip of his
shaft, teasing her, taunting her soft flesh.
    Halee
groaned. Her breath came hard and fast. “Just fuck me, would you?”
    J.D.
choked out a laugh.  “Trash talk! What’s become of you, Halee?”
    “That’s
the kind of girl you like, isn’t it, J.D.?” she murmured against his ear,
dragging her tongue along his salty neck.
    J.D.
moaned. “I ain’t complaining, Darlin’, I’m just wondering if Tequila Halee
ain’t gonna love me in the mornin’.”
    “Now
don’t you worry your pretty little head over nothing like that,” she mocked.
    Bright
lights flashed. Halee screamed and dove for the floor. They flashed again. J.D.
bolted from the car and stalked toward the photographer, adjusting his pants
over his painful erection. “Hand ‘em over, Chris,” he bellowed.
    The
photographer held up both hands. “You’re not going to punch me, are you J.D?”
    J.D.
towered over the photographer and locked eyes. “Erase the pictures.”
    Chris
sighed and handed the digital camera to J.D. “Can’t I just keep one for
myself?”  He gazed longingly at the Porsche. “She’s the hottest girl I’ve ever
seen.”
    “No.”
J.D. flipped through the menus and erased all but one. “You can keep the one of
me at the bar,” he said, handing the camera back. “The one where I don’t look
too drunk. I’ll make it up to you,” he said. “I’ll give you an exclusive interview.
Tomorrow morning, 10 A.M., Titan practice field.”
    “Thanks,
J.D.”
    “Now
get along, before I change my mind. Don’t follow us, neither.”
    Chris
angled his head for one more glimpse of Halee before he got into his truck and
drove away.
    J.D.
slid back in beside Halee and fired up the Porsche. “He’s always the first to
arrive. The others can’t be far behind. Let’s take a little drive.”
    “You
should probably just take me home, J.D.,” she said, zipping her dress. “This is
a bad idea.”
    He
raised his brows and glanced over her flushed body. “What happened to Tequila Halee?”
    “She
sobered