"I don't get it." Bea went over what Lance said and the contract he drew up again and still didn't get it. "Why would you do this?"

"It is not me that's doing this. It's what BN Residential is proposing?"

"That we work together?"

Lance's face was expressionless, giving nothing away. He nodded and sat back as if he was growing tired of waiting for her answer.

Well she didn't care. She'd been a thorn in their side. A very large, dirty and rusty, need to take a tetanus shot thorn. Bea folded her arms on his desk and leaned forward. "Seriously, what do you guys get out of this? I'm not agreeing to anything until you tell me. And I might not even if you do."

Bea didn't know why she added the last part. She was tired of the dicking merry go round they've been on. She wanted out of that circle. She wanted straight up truth. No bull shit.

"You want honesty?"

"Yes."

"It's good publicity. If we help and work with you in making the building an historical site, even in rebuilding it then also build and renovate low income housing, it's good publicity for the company. Plus it'll eclipse the scandal you dredged up about Jacobson which has been starting to circulate."

"So basically it's a win-win for you. The bad guys."

"And it's a win-win for you. Another bad guy."

"Excuse me? You're calling me the bad guy?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't the one trying to push people out of their homes building apartments they couldn't afford to pay for. And what's up with all the glass anyways? Trying to go all voyeur? Got a problem with brick and mortar?"

"At least my actions, unlike yours, didn't threaten our employees being able to pay their mortgage or rent, buy groceries or pay their bills. Fact of the matter is, Ms. Lowell, if the company doesn't make money to recoup our losses we'll have to let people go."

Bea felt a twinge of guilt. She hadn't thought of things that way. But still what about the people in her community? Is the opportunity to bring more money in worth pushing people to move and live in worse conditions than they're currently in because it's what they're afford?

It was a fucking exhausting rat race. But one she meant to survive in. Along with her neighbors who supported each other like a co-op. Like family. At the moment she realized that Lance too was looking out for his employees. And though she didn't want to admit, his new plan helped leave that circle of struggle for wealth and power, income and living.

Damn, her respect for the man grew a bit more. She definitely couldn't fool herself into thinking he was just some guy with a nice face, nice enough body to look good in a suit with a more than nice sized cock.

Goddamnit! Why did he have to be intelligent and compassionate too. It was better when he showed how much of a asshole douche he was. Now he just proven his fulfillment of what she liked most in a man. Smart, caring and could make her feel full with his cock for days.

Heat pooled low in her abdomen and her nipples tightened. All of a sudden she felt as if Lance completely surround her. Taking her oxygen. Bea watched as his eyes darkened with desire then dipped lower. She followed his gazed down to her traitorous nipples. They hardened painfully. Her panties became damp from her arousal and when she lifted her head back up she reeled back in shock at the intense hunger blazing her way.

Feverish Bea decided to get out of there as fast as she could. She bent down for her purse on the floor and stood.

Taking her copy her printed out, she kept her head down, as she folded it up and placed it in her purse.

"Bye," She said still not looking at him, "I'll review it again and let you know whether I have some changes to include."

She nodded her head bye again and swiftly made her way to door. She was almost free and twisted the knob to flee the oppressive lust of the room when Lanced called her name.

And like a masochist she stopped. And waited. It felt like an eternity when it was really seconds until his heated body was pressed against her back.

He leaned forward, his cock on her ass and she whimpered. Then snaked his arm underneath hers and turned the lock. She heard it click in place and knew she was doomed.

"Bea," he growled in a low voice by her ear. "We're not done yet."

"I think we are," said Bea in a breathy voice. She cringed at the sound of her voice and cleared her throat. Taking a miniscule space forward she looked over her shoulder and said in a much firmer voice, "Like I said I'll get back to you with this. So can you please move?"

"Please?" Lance growled again, his breath fanning on her lips, sending a tingling sensation from every nerve of her mouth to entire her body. Too late Bea realized she shouldn't have looked up at him. With that one word coupled with the intensity of his gaze, like a starving wolf ready to pounce on a nice fluffy and meaty bunny, the dampness in her panties started to turn into a small lake. Any more of his presences so close to her the dam of her wetness will start dripping down her leg.

"You know," Lance moved forward again, trapping her between the door and his rock hard body with his even harder bulge in between her ass. "I like it when you're fired up. But when you say please, you show a submissiveness, I never thought possible from you. It makes me want to explore it."

Bea looked over his shoulder. "We can't."

Lance ignored her answer and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. She melted against him at his touch for a moment then stiffened her spine. He chuckled, probably at what he thought was a losing battle.

"You know what else?"

"No," she said curtly. "But I'm sure you'll tell me."

"I never got the pleasure of seeing your luscious body when I fucked you on your table." Bea bit the moan that threatened to come out her mouth and squeezed her thighs together. She tried to let everything he said go through one ear and out the other but he was making it impossible. The more he spoke to her with his dark, sexy rumble the more her will was chipped away.

"But seeing you now in this tight shirt," one hand goes down her arm, fingers the hem and lifts it up to caress her stomach. "And these hug curving apple bottom jeans," a loud smack rends the air and a pleasurable pain throbbing from ass nearly buckled her, "has me harder than I've ever been. Even more than last time."

Bea remembered exactly how hard he was last time. Her mind wouldn't let her forget. Now when he confessed his arousal her whole body was on fire to find out for herself. His hand gripped her waist and tugged her back into his chest. She felt every plane of hard muscle and her pussy clenched in response.

"Just one thing though I'm curious about." He nipped her neck, then laved his warm tongue and kissed it, making her insides turn into a puddle of goo. "How did you find out about Jacobson?"

His so out there breaking the mood question jolted her out of the sexual cocoon he tried to wrap her in. As her mind cleared she didn't know whether to kiss him or kill him. Both options had merit. And both options would equally ruin her.

"You forget about my business already?" asked Bea with a note of exasperation and desperation. Hopefully the exasperation overpowered the latter. She really didn't want him to know how turned on she was even though it was futile at this point.

"Ah. So you foretold it?"

Lance's hand on her stomach trailed down to her jean's button and flicked it open.

"Y-y-es."

"You expect me to believe that?" he asked as he pulled her zipper down.

"It's the truth," Bea panted. She cursed herself to move and stop him but her body didn't want to listen. It craved his touch. Her peace of mind be damned.

"Alright." His hand dipped inside her panties down her mound and found her wetness. Then he growled, "Did you also happen to foretell that you'll meet a tall, handsome man with dark desires to make you come and give you pleasure as much as you can desire?"

Bea didn't answer. She couldn't think. Not when his strong, calloused fingers parted her folds then slipped inside her pussy. Her skin broke out in itchy hives and not the bad kind. Her body was calling out for him to soothe the ache he started. But who in their right mind would have the fireman who started the fire put it out?

He fucked her with his fingers hard and fast. And it was better than what she did herself to get off. She felt the coils of her orgasm tightened and amazed he knew her body so well after only sampling once that he can pull an orgasm out of her so fast, tried to reach it.

"Come on Bea." He grinded his hips onto her back at the same past as her fingers mimicking exactly what he wanted to do to her once he got her wet and naked. Well naked, since he already got her wet. "Tell me did you see it?"

Bea panted as she bucked her hips to pull his fingers in deeper.

"Did you predict me fucking you? Coming for me?"

Bea wished he'd shut up. His whispered, dirty words as she was enveloped within his strong arms and his scent of woodsy spice were doing things to her. Like melting against him, resting her head on his shoulders then turning her head into his neck.

"Come for me Bea. Come all over my fingers. Come now."

The orgasm wrenched through her so hard she saw white. Her knees buckled and Lance's arm tightened his hold on her, keeping her from falling.

Bea came down from her climax cursing herself and him. But mostly him.

"Hateful," she whispered.

Lance chuckled as if he didn't believe her. And why should he when she just rode his fingers like a bull rider before finally coming apart in his arms.

He slipped his fingers out of her and her body protested trying to suck it back in. She watched through heavy lidded eyes as he licked her juices and groaned as if it was the best thing he ever tastes.

"Damn you taste good," he said. "Here." Then shared her taste with her, his eyes promising to give her more of what happened, as he hungrily watched her open her mouth wide and wrapped around them. She gazed into his eyes as she sucked and licked the rest of her wetness as she would suck his cock, answering him with a silent promise of her own.

God she hated how much he made her want him. Then she remembered the reasons why. He worked for the enemy...well guess they're not enemies so much anymore. Grudging comrades maybe. Bea tried to remember why giving into her body's needs was a bad idea but couldn't think of any until she landed on the one thing that brought her to her senses. His fuck, insult and run.

Last time she let her instant lust get in the way she lost a bit of control. Not again. She wasn't going to stoop so low to let his touch and sexily whispered words wound her up she'd drop her panties again.

Oh no. This time she was going take control.

Bea turned around in his arms. Her hands trailed up his arms and shivered at the hard muscles beneath her palms. Wrapping her hand behind his neck she pulled his neck down and captured his lips in the hottest, hardest kiss of his life. She raised her leg to bring him closer and his moans against her mouth were music to her ears.