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  Trouble was she wanted more.

  “‘Morning!” Jen’s cheery voice greeted her. She reached out and grabbed Shyra’s hand. “I’m so glad you’re all right. Derek, Mike and the rest of the team told me what happened.”

  “Thanks.”

  Jen lowered her voice. “I think Derek’s really proud of you, even though he won’t come right out and say it. But I know he was so concerned about you.”

  Shyra blushed to the roots of her hair, thinking of how Derek showed his ‘concern.’

  “We made the bounty. Ten thousand dollars—not bad for a morning’s work.”

  Yeah, thanks to me...and it’s about time he realized that!

  His office door swung open.

  Derek nodded in her direction.

  “I want to talk to you.” Shyra pitched her voice low. “Now.”

  Derek ushered her inside his office. He closed the door, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

  “Talking is the last thing,” he fused his mouth with hers, his breathing ragged. “That I want to do right now.” He ran a hand across her hip, trailing it across her bottom. “No panties again,” he grinned a wicked smile.

  She responded to his touch, kissing him back. He sank into a chair, with her cradled in his lap. She didn’t feel like a tall, big woman when she surrendered to Derek’s heated kiss. He couldn’t seem to stop, fusing his mouth with hers repeatedly.

  He lifted her skirt, running his hand up her thigh. Shyra moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, burrowing deeper, the way she wanted his fingers inside her.

  Derek’s hand roamed in a sensual search while his mouth feasted on hers. The backs of his knuckles skimmed the inside of her thighs then he stroked her clit, the tip of his index finger gently massaging her little nubbin. She squirmed in his lap, opening her legs wider. He wrapped a hand around her bottom, tugging her closer. Shyra straddled his thighs, unzipping his pants to free his cock, placing it inside her opening.

  Derek gripped her hips while she rode him, wiggling her bottom against his thighs each time she slid down his cock. She shut her eyes, enjoying the sensation the tip of his stiff dick wrought against her pussy. A deep, delicious, throbbing sensation built between her legs, then she felt like a million shooting stars exploded inside her body. She opened her mouth to shout his name, but he grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her, stifling her cry of pleasure. With one final thrust, he buried his cock deep, spilling himself in her channel.

  She slumped against him, feeling his warm, wet essence seep out. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck. Moments later, he helped her from his lap. Shyra stood on shaky legs, watching while he rose from the chair and zipped his pants. He grabbed some tissues off his desk, and wiped his seed from between her legs. Shyra leaned against him, her body spent.

  Derek chuckled. “This is all I could think about after I dropped you off yesterday.”

  BANG!

  Her eyes snapped open when Derek’s office door swung back on its hinges, the door hitting the wall.

  A woman walked in, followed closely by Jen.

  “Derek, I’m sorry, she wouldn’t listen, she—” Jen’s eyes widened, then she hid her smile.

  Shyra scrambled to adjust her skirt, pulling it down over her thighs, but not before the woman standing in Derek’s office snapped Shyra’s picture with her cell phone.

  The woman sneered as the flash went off. “My, my…we could label this photo ‘Father of the Year Screws His Employee.’”

  Jen’s smile fled.

  That’s what Shyra wanted to do, too, she wanted to run, but her feet wouldn’t move.

  “Goddamn it, Gail, get out of here!” Derek thundered.

  The woman nodded towards Shyra. “Jen said you were in a meeting with one of your employees. I’d say it was a doozy.”

  Derek ran a hand through his hair.

  Shyra attempted a hasty exit, but the woman’s hand shot out, latching onto Shyra’s arm. “Don’t go, honey, stay and hear what I have to say. I’m sure Derek has told you all about me – I’m his ex-wife.”

  So, this was those two sweet boys’ mother…what a bitch!

  “How about I don’t bring up this little afternoon delight with one of your employees if you do me one tiny little favor?”

  Derek’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” he growled.

  “The boys.”

  His dark brows shot up. “Over my dead body.”

  “Oh come on, Derek. I begged you before for custody, but your lawyer—”

  “Painted a true picture of what you really are, Gail. A lousy mother and a crappy human being.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Are you sober now? Clean? Which husband are you on now? Is it Number Four or Five?”

  She angled her chin. “I want the boys, and I’ve got the money,” she grinned a nasty smile, holding up her cell phone, "and now the evidence to prove what a shit you really are.”

  “You’ll never take my boys.”

  Those were the last words Shyra heard as she flew out of Derek’s office.

  —

  Derek got rid of Gail, but not the ache he felt in his heart each time he thought of Shyra’s pale face.

  “Where’s Shyra?” he asked Jen, his eyes darting everywhere.

  She cradled the phone near her ear then he watched Jen press the ‘hold’ button.

  “I think you had better take this call.”

  “Damn it, where’d she go?”

  “Derek, it’s the police.”

  His heart pounded as he took the receiver from Jen’s outstretched hands. He listened, nodding his head, his hand shaking.

  He needed this new dilemma like he needed another hole in his head.

  “Derek,” Jen asked, taking the phone from his hand. “What’s wrong?”

  “That skip we took in this morning bragged to his jail buddies that all he wants to do is get Shyra.”

  Jen shook her head. “So he’s talking big, threatening, I—”

  Derek sighed. “He ran. They don’t know how he got out of jail, but he’s out.”

  “Oh my God!” Jen’s hand flew to her throat.

  “I’ve got to find Shyra.

  —

  Shyra opened her front door on Derek’s third knock.

  “Can I come in?”

  She ushered him inside, closing the door behind him.

  “We need to talk.”

  She folded her arms across her chest. “Go ahead.”

  He looked around. “I think you should take off a few days, go away for awhile.”

  Her face fell.

  Derek itched to tell her about the drugged up skip and his threat to get Shyra, but gazing at her pale face, he thought otherwise. He didn’t want her frightened, and after this morning’s crap with his ex-wife, she didn’t need to be burdened with anything else.

  “So, I’m to take the blame for what happened in your office this morning?”

  “I…huh?”

  She narrowed her eyes and took a step towards him. “Is this your way of firing me?”

  “I’m not firing you, I’m only suggesting—”

  “That I crawl away somewhere and hide until this all blows over?”

  He blew out a breath. .

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m suggesting. My ex can be…well let’s just say, stay out of her radar.”

  She took another step towards him. “I’ll just go ahead and take that job I’ve been offered by Jarwyn Bounty Hunters.”

  Jarwyn! His rival.

  “My ass, you will. Just stay put here, Shyra, until—”

  “Until you settle things with your ex?”

  He ran a hand through his hair, dropping it to his side. “Yeah, ‘til I settle things with Gail.”

  “Screw you, Derek.” Her eyes held tears.

  Damn!

  She swiped her eyes with the backs of her fingers. Then she angled her chin. “Jarwyn’s been after me for awhile. I guess
this is the perfect time to take him up on his offer.”

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled.

  She raised one dark brow, tossing some of her long dark curls over her shoulder. “I won’t take the fall for this crap with your ex. I’m not going to hide away here. I’ll work for Jarwyn; he’ll appreciate my talent for bringing in skips. You certainly don’t.”

  He reached out, drawing her towards him, lifting her skirt. “I appreciate you, Shyra, more than you can ever know.” He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. “And you will not take Jarwyn’s offer.”

  She shuddered in response. “Yes, I will.”

  “You’ll miss this,” he squeezed her bottom cheek.

  Her thighs quivered, her breathing rapid.

  “Not a bit.”

  “Liar.”

  This time, her body trembled.

  He lifted her shirt, releasing her bra. Shyra’s breasts spilled into his hands. He ran his thumbs across the peaks, feeling them swell.

  Her head fell back.

  “That’s all you care about,” she moaned into his mouth, but she didn’t push him away.

  “No,” he shook his head. “That’s not all I care about.”

  —

  A slow smile lit Shyra’s face. Her heart felt light. “Me?” Her pussy throbbed at the thought. “You really care about me?”

  Derek answered by fusing his mouth with hers, kissing her so hard, her head spun. His hand dipped lower, skimming her belly, her hip, settling there. She could feel the racing beat of his heart.

  “Going commando?” he whispered.

  She nodded against his chest, inhaling his clean, crisp fragrance, the scent of him igniting her senses.

  He lifted her skirt, riding his hand up her bare bottom. Sliding his hand across her hip, his fingers skimmed her pussy. Shyra’s knees buckled, but he kept a firm grip on her.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he whispered in her ear.

  She did as he asked, her body throbbing with need.

  Shyra heard him unzip his pants. Then he entered her in one smooth stroke, the tip of his penis sliding across her swollen clit. Backing her up against the wall, Derek pounded into her with such intensity, Shyra couldn’t catch her breath. With each stroke of his cock, her body bucked and shook.

  “Derek!” she shouted as her orgasm coursed through her body.

  He thrust into her one last time, throwing his head back when he came.

  Derek rested his forehead against hers. Easing out, he waited until her feet touched the floor, then scooped her up in his arms.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” he panted.

  “That way,” she pointed down the hall.

  Once inside her bedroom he stripped his clothes, then hers. Settling his big body next to hers on the bed, he took her in his arms and kissed the side of her neck, his lips trailing upwards to skim across her cheek.

  Rolling her over onto her back, Derek settled his body between her thighs. Shyra lifted her feet from the mattress, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  He thrust into her.

  “You won’t wear me down.” She smiled, stroking her hand across his cheek.

  He gave her a wicked grin as he thrust inside her. “We’ll just see about that.”

  She angled her chin while he rode her. “I can hold out.”

  He laughed. “Oh yeah, right. Sure.”

  Her temper ignited. “You won’t make me come.”

  “You’re going to come so hard, you’re going to pass out.”

  When he shoved his cock back inside, her clit swelled and throbbed. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.

  Damn him!

  She met his strokes, thrust for thrust, her hips moving in time to his.

  “Let’s see how long you can hold out,” she told him.

  His eyes darkened to a deep bronze.

  She reached around and grabbed hold of his butt cheeks.

  “That’s not fair.” He countered by leaning down and sucking on her right nipple.

  She could feel the tug on her breast in her womanly center, between her legs.

  Shyra reached down and fondled his balls, her fingers trailing over the rough skin on his sac.

  His breathing quickened.

  He raised one dark brow. “Now who’s playing dirty?” He shuddered when she tickled his balls.

  A slow smile spread across her face.

  He thrust forward. She matched it with a downward stroke, feeling the tip of his penis slide up against her clit.

  Now, she trembled.

  “Bitch,” he muttered in her ear, grinding his hips against hers.

  “Bastard,” she whispered back, reaching up to stroke his chin.

  They orgasmed together; her body fusing with his in one great, final thrust. Shyra’s world shattered into a thousand bright twinkling lights.

  Her eyes rolled, but she fought the sensation.

  Derek leaned down and kissed her, a smile lighting his face. “Looks like I won.”

  Shyra fell asleep against his warm body; the sound of Derek’s deep breathing the last thing she heard.

  —

  She woke around noon, gathering her clothes.

  Derek reached out, trailing a finger down her left breast. “Where are you going?” his voice was deep, husky.

  “Back to work.”

  He lifted his head from the pillow. “To Jarwyn?”

  She grinned. “No, silly,” she leaned over and kissed his dick. “To you. I thought about this, Derek. I won’t let your ex-wife blackmail me. She can show that picture to whoever she wants. I really don’t care.”

  “But I do.”

  “Derek, don’t give in to her.”

  He sat up, the sheet sleeping from his muscled chest. Shyra’s bud quivered at the sight. When he swung his long legs from the bed, she got a good look at his cock…

  No distractions! Be tough.

  Right.

  She dressed quickly, watching him do the same.

  He turned to face her. “Shyra, this isn’t about Gail, this is about—”

  She angled her head. “What?”

  “I-I don’t, I mean...” He sighed. “Let’s just say, it’s about my boys. I don’t want her to hurt my boys by fighting with Gail. They like you. I don’t want them embarrassed if Gail makes that photo of you public.” A muscle twitched in his cheek. Then he turned, not meeting her gaze.

  For just one second, she thought he was lying.

  “I love your boys, Derek. I love—”

  This time, his dark eyes roamed over her, causing her blood to heat.

  “Don’t let her break us up.”

  He thrust his shirt over his head, sliding it down his chest. Tucking it into his pants, he replied. “I won’t, that’s why I want you to stay here for a few days. Or better yet, just take a little vacation.” He sat on the bed, pushing his feet into his boots. “You’ve got vacation time saved up, right?”

  Her eyes stung. Tears clogged her throat. “Screw that.”

  It was her father all over again…pushing her away…abandoning her.

  “Get out of here, Derek.”

  “Shyra, please,” he begged. “I-it’s not what you think, it’s—”

  “You don’t give a rat’s ass about me.”

  —

  Days went by.

  Shyra missed Derek.

  She also missed working at Gray’s Bounty Hunters. How could she go back there after she lied to Derek about receiving an offer from Jarwyn?

  She’d bounce back, she always did. Hell, why not contact Jarwyn Bounty Hunters? They’d probably hire her in a flash…

  Shyra was tired of rebounding.

  When she threw away her panties, she didn’t realize she threw away her freedom. Now, Derek enslaved all of her—her body, her thoughts…

  Her heart.

  It was just too bad he trampled it. That’s what she got for hooking up with a guy with so much damned baggage. An ex-wife, kids, a b
rother and sister he still supported…

  Oh hell, she wanted to be part of all of it, the good and the bad.

  Shyra walked out of her front door that morning, determined to seek out Derek.

  She’d tell him the truth about Jarwyn, she’d tell him…

  Shyra felt the tip of a knife press against the bare skin of her midriff.

  “Move and your dead.”

  —

  Derek sipped his coffee while he watched Shyra’s front door through his binoculars. Hunched down in the driver’s seat of the SUV, he downed another swallow of java, the taste bitter.

  Everything tasted like shit, lately.

  Ever since Shyra walked out of his life.

  “Saw Frank Jarwyn the other day at the coffee shop downtown.”

  At the mention of Jarwyn’s name, Derek gritted his teeth.

  Mike shook his head. “My brother, the idiot.”

  Derek narrowed his eyes. “Just what in hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “Just what I said. You’re an idiot. Shyra’s not working for Jarwyn.”

  Derek gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening. “And just how do you know that?”

  Mike sighed. “Because I spoke to Jarwyn. Asked him how Shyra was doing. He had no idea what I was talking about.”

  Derek’s heart raced.

  “She lied to you, bro. And you fell for it.”

  “I…what do you mean, ‘I fell for it?’ What was I supposed to do, give her a lie-detector test? She said Jarwyn offered her a job, so—”

  Mike rolled his eyes. “Shyra’s always trying to get your attention. You’re just too wrapped up in all your insecurity over mom and Gail to even notice.”

  Derek’s face heated. “I noticed, I mean, I notice plenty.”

  Mike sighed. “I don’t just mean the physical stuff you jerk, I mean…her. She’d do anything for you. Anything. And now, you sit here, watching her, stalking her like some kind of…” He waved a hand through the air. “And me, I’m the biggest idiot, helping you.”

  Derek turned and faced Mike. “You think I’m watching her because I’m jealous?”

  Mike nodded.

  “You’re so wrong. Sanchez is out of jail.”

  Mike’s eyes widened. “What? How? When?”

  “A few days ago. He threatened to go after Shyra. I didn’t want to tell her, I thought she’d be frightened.”