Bea heard the clang of the bell she set over the door letting her know that someone entered her store. She placed the homemade candle for her client in her store's mailing box and sealed it shut.

"Sorry we're closed," she said picking up the package she left her office then placed it on the display case. She opened her schedule book, pen at the ready and said, "but I can schedule you in for next week."

"Didn't know a psychic," the smooth velvety voice sent shivers down her spine, "was so busy."

Her head snapped up. The man standing before her was the same man from the bar the other night. Up close he every bit as fine. Chiseled jaw with a scruffy stubble beard she ached to feel between her thighs. Dark brows over laser beam intense eyes which were currently roaming up and down her body. She felt it like a caress and it made her knees weak.

Bea didn't want to think what would've happened if she didn't have the glass counter to hold onto. Embarrassing herself by falling flat on her ass witht he they she was eyefucking last Friday.

"You," she whispered as she let her eyes travel over his body. He was wearing a dark suit, navy in color, that fit over his body like it was specially tailor made to show off every muscular inch of him. The green tie highlighted his hazel eyes, which she now saw also had flecks of green and blue.

"You," he acknowledged obviously remembering her. Considering his abrupt departure Bea had thought he wasn't interested in her. Guess she was wrong. And she couldn't have been more happier about it.

Her lips curled up in a smile. Splaying her hands on the counter she leaned forward and asked, "So you stalking me?"

His brow quirked. "Would you believe me if I said no?" His hand reached out, his finger sliding down the strap of her dress from her shoulder and then stop above the top of her breasts. Bea burned from the touch and never wanted anything more than to have that finger on her skin. Doing more than trailing down the piece of string of her dress. She needed his hands to cup her breasts and pull on her nipples.

"Maybe?" she breathed. Enough was enough. She might've missed out taking home that night but right now he was here. And she had a bed upstairs. If he was willing. Something told her he was definitely willing. Moving around the counter with arms outstretched for a handshake she told him, "My friends call me Bea."

He grasped her hand. Pulling her close he looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with lust. "My name is Lance." He lifted her hand up and kissed it. Heat pulled at her core and it started to involuntarily clench as if anticipating the feeling of his cock sliding inside her. "But you didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"Are you psychics usually busy?" he semi repeated.

"No."

"No?" A frown creased his forehead.

"I'm a fortune teller. Not a psychic."

"Some will argue they're the same." He still hadn't let go of her hand. Bea had no problem with that. Or when he started caressing small circles with his thumb. It only made her want to feel his touch in other places, this time much lower, which was already wet and waiting.

"Then we'll be here all day. Don't think you want that."

His gaze dropped down to her mouth and back to her eyes making her nipples hardened to painful beaded points. "No I don't." Again his eyes roamed over her body stopping at her breasts. "Are you cold?"

"No," she said her breath coming in short pants. "Hot actually."

Bea stepped forward closing the rest of the distance between them. Her heart was beating at a frantic pace. His scent was all Lance. Intense, sensual and spicy. It begged her to bend her head into his neck and take a good, long sniff.

She looked up at him imploringly and rubbed her breasts against his chest. "Think you can help?"

Lance wasted no time. Bea knew he wouldn't. Not from the huge bulge against her thigh. He claimed her lips with the swiftness of a predator pouncing on his prey. And Bea couldn't be more happier to be that prey. Possessing her lips with the ardor of an experienced lover his tongue delved into her mouth. Her tongue met his and tangled with his.

He grabbed a bunch of her dress slowly lifting it up. She felt the hem gliding up her skin from her ankles to her hips setting a trail of fire up her legs and straight to her core.

His finger met her damp panties and she moaned into his mouth. "You're so fucking wet."

"Yeah. That's your fault." Her right arm glided down his and then to between them until she palmed the bulge straining his pants. "You're so fucking hard."

Lance chuckled, his voice as dark and intense as one hundred percent cocoa. Then palmed her ass. Bea jumped up into his arms and locked her legs around his waist. He walked to the door and turned the lock startling Bea to a few seconds of clarity.

Until he locked the door she'd completely forgotten that she hadn't done so herself. The man had sent her into such a sexual haze she couldn't think clearly. She was a cat in heat. And all she cared about was getting this man's hard cock sliding inside and fucking her she didn't care if someone walked in.

Still holding her he moved them towards the other side of her store placing her on the table. Pulling her panties to the side with one hand his other hand pulled out his wallet and took out a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth and slid it on right before giving her exactly what she wanted.

Bea only had one brief look at his cock before he put on the condom and her mouth literally watered at the sight. It was huge, thick and veiny. Her eyes traveled the curve of his cock to her right -his left- greedily when Lance claimed her lips again, thrusting his hard length inside her tight pussy at the same time. She felt every single glorious inch of him stretching her. And she was fuller than she ever imagined.

Lance fucked her mouth and her pussy, quickly sending her spiraling higher and more than a roller coaster ride. The table rattled underneath them harder and harder and harder. Until the orgasm tore through her, smashing her into smithereens and nearly taking the table with her. She cried out into his mouth and swallowed her orgasm then groaned his back into her mouth.

Bea felt as if she was floating high in the air in tiny pieces. Then she came back down to earth piecing themselves together like a puzzle. But the real puzzle thought Bea, as her languid limbs loosened her hold on him was how she lived so long without this man giving it to her hard and fast. And she couldn't wait until she could have a taste of his cock again, maybe even nice and slow.

"Fuck," he groaned against her lips. His head lifted slightly taking his lips with him.

"Hhmm. Fuck is right," said Bea, her eyes fluttering open as her head raised off the table to capture his lips and have them pressed against hers when his cock throbbed inside her and he still hard. Not that she needed to ask but Bea rocked her hips, pulling him deeper then asked, "Wanna go again?"

"Fuck," Lance repeated sounding less like a sexually excited male and more like a man who fucked up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Bea blinked the sexual haze out of her eyes and took a good look at Lance's face. The last thing she expected was the look of self loathing stamped across it. She didn't know what was wrong. Everything was going so well. Better than well. So what changed? Either way she was going to find out.

"Lance? What's wrong?"

He shook his head as if to clear it and pulled out. She ached for the loss of him but soon that ache turned into irritation while he hastily fixed himself as if -and it was hard to believe considering what they finished doing- he couldn't wait to leave.

Bea sat down, fixed her panties and pushed down her dress. She watched as he turned his back to her and belted his pants. Which was a bad idea because every second that passed she wanted to lodge something nice and large and pointy into it.

"Hey," she demanded. Bea crossed her arms over her chest afraid she'd really might go through with it. "Can you tell me what that was about?"

Lance sighed. Damn even his sighs was sexy. Bea almost melted but she steeled herself. Something was wrong, something fate wouldn't be able to fix.

Bea scoffed at herself. Fate? She'd only seen him at a bar, nearly ran after him in the street and fucked him on her table after he walked into her store. And she was thinking about fate? She was starting to sound like Felicite'.

Fate had nothing to do with this. It was her horny as fuck self who became blinded when she found the man who could end her dry spell to end all dry spells.

"This wasn't supposed to happen." He turned around and quirked his brow. "Unless this is how you do business?"

"What?" Bea was confused. From what he said it sounded like as if he was accusing her of something. She knew what it was but didn't want to even think it. Or else she was going to be pissed. Then she'll have to kick his ass. No matter how juicy she thought they were.

"Don't play cute. So what, you lure people into your store to tell their fortune," his hands formed air quotes at the word 'fortune,' "but the services you offer is soliciting your body?"

Quick as lightning Bea was upon him hand raised and swishing in the air right for his face but his reflexes was as good as hers. He caught her right wrist, her left and held her away from at arms length. Between the two of them she'd wondered who was able to foretell the future because a split second before she was going to show just how good and hard her knee was.

Lance tsked and shook his head. Bea wanted to cut it off along with other parts of his anatomy to somehow quell her anger for having sex with him. What was she thinking? She felt a connection to him. Intense and unbreakable. Against her better judgement she resorted to gazing into her crystal ball. Without knowing what she was looking for and knowing nothing about him -which besides his name she still didn't- all she could divine was that their association was a volatile one.

Her divinations were never wrong. At this moment she no longer wanted to take him to bed and continue getting to biblically know each other. Now she wanted to throttle him then throw his unconscious ass into the street. Buck naked. But his huge ego would probably like that. Probably flex and show off his muscles. No she won't let him get away with humiliating her like that. She'll write in big, black and bold letters the word 'dickhead with a STD' all over his chest.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Oh but I would," she hissed between her teeth as she tried to pull her wrists from his grip.

"So you want to add assault charges? Don't think your business would do well with such negative advertisement. Probably would force you to close down."

Bea stopped her struggling. She pierced him with her stare wishing and willing that she could set him on fire with her eyes. "No one would believe you. Besides it was consensual. And you weren't even that good anyways."

She was lying but Bea figured a man like him, who she now knew was a giant jackass, deserved to be taken down a notch. And the best way to do it was to poke him where it hurt most. She just wished she hadn't sampled the bastard first. That way the lie would be more believable.

His brow furrowed in anger but then he shook his head as if he realized something. "There goes the manipulative liar I know."

Now what the hell did that mean? "You don't know me well enough to say something like that as if you know me."

"I know a lot about you."

"Too bad. Mind filling me in? All I have is your first name, if that's even your real name. I'd like to know who I'm messing with."

"And find out all you can to blackmail me like you did Jacobson?"

Jacobson? Why did the name sound so familiar to her? Was he a friend of his who didn't like getting his walking papers and this was just some sick revenge shit? She couldn't believe it. The chemistry between them was phenomenal. Even now when he looked down at her with dislike etched on his face, she still saw the roiling affect of what just happened between, underneath. And it made her pussy skipped a beat.

Bea wanted to kick herself for getting turned on. This was not the time for her body to remember the delicious feel of his hands on her as it sent traitorous thrills straight to her core. The man before her needed to be taught a lesson, taken down... Bea paused for a moment. Her thoughts of justice just sent her down a memory to who this Jacobson person was.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in dawning recognition. Jacobson worked for BN Residential. Well used to work for them after she got to him.

"So you're a friend of his then?" Bea watched him avidly to find out just how close a friend Lance was to Jacobson. She never picked up any disgusting dick vibes from Lance. But Jacobson looked like the posterboy good guy next door. The kind of guy you'd never thought could possibly be into weird sexual shit. And worse with women other than his wife. "Did he send you to-"

Lance released her wrists and stepped backwards. "No. Frankly I don't give a fuck about Jacobson. He's already been fired from the company."

Bea felt the loss of his hands and closeness as if she lost a limb. You know it's gone but you can still feel the damn thing. She felt the pull to step forward to him like a magnet but crossed her arms over her chest and planted her feet to hold her ground.

"Sounds like I did you a favor then."

"No. You didn't. I'm only-"

"Then why are you here," Bea cut him off. Nostrils flaring she met his hard, flinty gaze with one of her own as she tried to not let herself get pulled again into his olive green eyes.

"To deal with you."