Cassandra hurried the last few steps along the hallway to her apartment, already smiling. The past two months had sped by in a flurry of depositions, talking to law enforcement, and court appearances. With the information she’d been able to provide about Max Adelman, including the tape of his confession, the wheels of justice had started to turn. Jack had been released from prison, and Max would face trial for murder in a few weeks’ time. The official pardon was Jack’s prized possession.

“I’m home!” Cassandra called out, after unlocking the front door.

Jack hadn’t needed much time to get back onto his feet. Once his conviction had been overturned, the public nature of his trial had actually helped promote his business—he was probably the best-known bounty hunter in the country after breaking out of jail to bring in the murderer responsible for framing him in the first place.

Cassandra had offered to let him stay in her place—an offer she had made not only out of guilt for her part in his original conviction, but also because she wanted to have as much sex with him as their schedules would allow, after their explosive debut in the backseat of her car.

The apartment was silent. Cassandra frowned as she closed the door behind her, hearing no response to her call. She had called it a night at eleven o’clock, wanting to be awake enough to enjoy Jack’s company before she fell asleep; she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment that he wasn’t home.

Sighing, she strode toward the kitchen, tossing her purse onto the table by the front door on her way. The light was off, and Cassandra reached along the wall, feeling for the switch. She would reheat some leftovers and change into one of Jack’s tee shirts—with nothing on underneath it—and wait for him to get home.

Suddenly a hand closed on her wrist, and Cassandra found herself being spun around, her back colliding with the wall as another hand covered her mouth. She gasped, her heart beating faster in her chest with a mixture of surprise, fear, and instinctive arousal, as the memory of the last time filled her mind. Her body tingled as a large, broad body pressed against her, pinning her to the wall in the darkness. The hand let go of her wrist, and then with a muted click, the light came on, flooding the room and dazzling Cassandra’s eyes for a moment.

A heartbeat later, as her eyes adjusted, Cassandra took in the sight of Jack’s face, his bright eyes staring into hers.

“Don’t scream,” he said, his lips twitching at the corners with suppressed amusement.

Cassandra’s body heated up in an instant, and she smiled against Jack’s hand, pushing her hips down against his. Jack brought his hand away from her lips and covered her mouth with his own, pinning her even more firmly to the wall, lifting her up off of her tired feet.

“You didn’t mind me screaming last night,” Cassandra murmured, twisting her hips under his. She could feel the hardening ridge of Jack’s erection pressing against her, rubbing up against the crotch of her panties.

Jack smothered a laugh against her neck, his hands moving over her body in quick, devastating touches that made her shiver. He reached up under the hem of her skirt and tugged her panties down, ripping them as he got them off of her. Cassandra’s hands came to life, fumbling slightly as she struggled to pull Jack’s shirt up and over his head.

It seemed like an eternity, but only moments later, Cassandra felt the heat and hardness of Jack’s cock rubbing against her slick folds, his strong arms holding her up against the wall as he rocked his hips against hers.

“I’m so glad you wore a skirt today,” he murmured, smirking slightly. “Less for me to have to take off to get what I want from you.”

Cassandra laughed breathlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning against the wall as Jack guided the tip of his cock along her slit. He thrust into her all at once, filling her up in an instant, and Cassandra moaned out in pleasure, her inner walls tightening.

Jack started moving immediately, holding her in place as he thrust into her hard and fast, pushing deeper and deeper into her body. Cassandra writhed, trapped against the wall and wrapped up in the pleasure that coursed through her with every hard pump of Jack’s hips. She kissed his face, his neck, everywhere her lips could reach, both of them abandoning the pretext of the little fantasy they’d had since Jack had first re-entered her life.

Cassandra twisted and writhed between Jack’s body and the wall, moving like an animal, moaning and crying out as the man she had come to love pounded harder and harder into her. He buried his face against her breasts, claiming each of her nipples in turn, sucking and licking until Cassandra thought she wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. Every movement of his hips brought pressure and friction to bear on her clit; every third thrust made her almost shriek with pleasure as the tip of Jack’s cock collided with her G-spot.

In a matter of moments, Cassandra felt the tension coming closer to the breaking point, and she clutched at Jack’s shoulders, digging her fingernails carelessly into his skin as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, driving out all of the thoughts and cares of her long work day.

She kept moving as she sensed Jack approaching his own climax, twisting her hips down against his, her inner muscles rippling around him in uncontrollable spasms as her orgasm intensified. She felt the telltale twitching of his cock buried deep inside of her, the tensing of his muscles, and Jack groaned long and low, his face buried against her neck. Cassandra’s climax reached new levels as she felt the hot, slick gush of his orgasm flooding her, and she shuddered against him, panting and gasping for breath.

As they both reached the end of their orgasms, Jack’s hold on her wavered for a moment, and Cassandra came back to herself just enough to worry that he might drop her; instead he pulled her free of the wall and cradled her body against his, carrying her into the living room. Still panting for breath, Jack bore Cassandra down onto the couch with him, holding her body tightly to his as they both shuddered in the aftershocks of their mutual pleasure.

After a few moments, Cassandra opened her eyes to find Jack looking down at her, an amused smile curving his lips.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he told her, cupping her breast and idly teasing the nipple.

Cassandra laughed, pushing her sweat-sticky hair out of her face. “You mean all sweaty and sexed-up like this?”

Jack grinned, nodding as he gave her nipple a firm tweak.

Cassandra gasped and shivered, already beginning to feel aroused again. “I am so glad it was you whose case I covered.”

Jack laughed. “Does that happen to you often or something?”

Cassandra shook her head, laughing. She curled up against him, sighing in contentment. “That was every bit as good as I thought it would be,” she told him.

Jack nodded, pressing an kiss to her forehead. “Now that we’ve settled that,” he said, draping an arm around her, “and now that I’m a free man, fully exonerated, what comes next?”

Cassandra took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Well right now, I’m going to have a cigarette,” she said, giving him a quick smile.

“That sounds excellent.” Jack answered her smile with one of his own. “But you know what I mean.”

Cassandra sat up, walking across the room on unsteady legs. She found her blouse on the floor and pulled it on. Jack rose from the couch as well, picking his pants up off of the floor of the kitchen. Together they went out onto the tiny balcony attached to Cassandra’s apartment and Jack sat down in one of the chairs, pulling Cassandra onto his lap. They lit their cigarettes and sat in silence for a moment.

“What do you think? About the future, I mean?” Jack said, giving her waist a squeeze.

“I think that I’d like to get to know you without our lives being on the line,” Cassandra said, taking another drag of her cigarette and exhaling slowly. “The sex is great, and we work well together.” Jack nodded slowly. “As for the future,” Cassandra considered the question for a moment before shrugging. “We’ll find out about that together.”

Jack kissed her lightly on the cheek and Cassandra felt his cock beginning to stir underneath her, telling her without words that whatever happened next, they were going to get to know each other very well indeed.