When Derek had given him the list of names to investigate, Enrique had never imagined Vanessa Vaughn was his Vanessa. When she’d walked into Derek’s office, looking prim and proper with her hair pulled back and her body tucked into some sort of business suit with a skirt, he’d been torn between swearing and taking her right there on the floor of his client’s office.

He hadn’t lied when he said he’d done two tours in the military, but he’d finished out his last tour working for the Office of Special Investigations, not in public relations. After his military separation, he’d started his own private investigation firm, and had been making a name for himself in Miami. When Derek Fine had told his cousin Angie that he needed to hire someone, she’d given him Enrique’s number.

Now Enrique was starting his first day, posing as an intern, so he could find out who was embezzling money from Derek’s firm. Luckily, he’d already crossed Vanessa’s name off the list during his initial screening of employees. The theft had started prior to her employment with the company.

He hated that he had to lie to her, and although he knew the right thing to do would be to stop seeing her, he found he couldn’t. The pull to her was magnetic.

He watched her waging a war inside her brain as to whether or not to let him go, and the sight of her sucking her lip between her teeth had catapulted him back to their night together … to the sight of her crawling up his body after tossing the condom on the bed.

His hands bound, he’d been helpless to touch her the way he’d wanted, but she’d let him voice his needs. In fact, hearing him talk dirty had made her lose control, and he’d loved every second of it. Losing his sense of touch had made the experience even more erotic, and he’d come harder than he’d ever come in his life.

It didn’t hurt that she’d primed him by wrapping her beautiful lips around his cock, eyes looking coyly up at him, as he’d expressed everything he wanted her to do. And she’d done it all, without hesitation. She was the most sensual, erotic person he’d ever encountered, and there was no way he was giving her up.

Not even for his job.

So he did as she asked, and kissed her.

Vanessa moaned deep in her throat at the first touch of his lips, and he knew she’d missed him just as much as he’d missed her, even if she hadn’t called. If he was honest, he hadn’t really expected her to, at least not right away. He figured she probably needed a few days to talk herself into using the number he’d left, but he was glad he didn’t have to wait for that to happen.

He struggled to keep his word and go at her pace, based on her command, but everything inside of him yearned to do more than just taste … He wanted to touch.

Slanting his head slightly, he deepened the kiss, sucking and nibbling on her full lips as he savored her taste. His cock grew rapidly in his khakis and he knew he had to pull away, or he’d never be able to stop.

When Enrique broke the kiss and stepped back, the sight of Vanessa’s large hazel eyes clouded with desire nearly did him in.

Panting, she begged, “Don’t stop.”

He brought his hand up, intending to smooth back the hair that had sprung free, but when she turned touched her lips to his palm, darting her tongue out to taste him, he moaned in frustration.

“We have to,” he replied, mentally kicking himself for being the voice of reason.

“I don’t have any appointments until after nine. No one will know,” Vanessa assured him. “Lock the door.”

Deciding the voice of reason could go to hell, he did as she said and locked the door, then came back to stop in front of her, his hands aching to see if she was as ready for him as he was for her.

“What do you want?”

“Touch me.”

“Thank fuck,” he swore as he lifted her deftly onto the desk.

Cognizant of their lack of time and privacy, Enrique brought one hand to the back of Vanessa’s neck, holding her there while he ravaged her with his mouth, and slid the other hand under her skirt.

When his hand brushed against her bare flesh, wet and hot with desire, he tore his mouth from hers.

“No panties? Again?” he managed as his dick pulsed painfully against his zipper.

“I never wear them. Don’t like ‘em,” Vanessa said as she kissed the base of his throat.

“God bless you,” he said, causing her to laugh, which tickled his skin sensually.

He loved the sound, but he loved the sound she made when he slipped one of his fingers inside her pussy even more.

“Yes,” she moaned as she began to writhe on the desk.

Enrique inserted another finger, pumping them in and out as he brushed his lips along the length of her throat.

“Fuck me,” Vanessa demanded. “Now.”

Never one to disobey a command, Enrique pulled the condom that he’d replaced in his wallet and swiftly released his cock, not bothering to take his pants off. As he sheathed himself, Vanessa scooted her skirt up her hips, leaving herself bare and ready for him.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he said reverently as he pulled her hips down to the edge of the desk.

He entered her in one swift motion, causing Vanessa to cry out.

“Quiet, Mi Cielo,” Enrique said, not really caring if anyone heard them. But he knew that Vanessa didn’t want to get caught having sex in her office, so he covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her cries as he pounded inside of her.

Vanessa’s hands were on his ass, urging him faster. He wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady, and used the other to brace himself as he brought them both closer to climax. He felt the sweet little whimpers at the back of her throat, and knew she was almost there, so he swiveled his hips as he pumped, grinding his pelvis against her clit.

Her pussy clenched his cock as she came, spurring his own orgasm, and he groaned against her lips as feeling of utter pleasure and contentment enveloped him.

They were still kissing when he stilled, and he wondered at the emotions she seemed to stir in him.

Enrique would have gladly spent the day buried in her, kissing and fucking until they could no longer move, but he knew they both needed to get back to work. So he pulled out and eased her skirt down enough to cover her, then he kissed her gently one last time.

“Call me soon, Mi Cielo,” he whispered, gazing into her confused eyes one last time before leaving her to go to the restroom and clean up. He just hoped she didn’t give herself too much grief over what they’d just done.