All Chapters of Hot and Dangerous: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Sorry the place is a little messy." Gus D'Amato unlocked the door to his condo and swung it open, gesturing for Anya to enter. "I wasn't really expecting company tonight.""I'm sorry," Anya began, but Gus stopped her."No problem, Anya. Just preparing you for a bachelor's place.""Oh." She managed a tiny smile as he ushered her into the living room. What she noticed wasn't any clutter but the magnificent view of downtown San Antonio from his living room. One entire wall was comprised of glass. From the vantage of the building's fifteenth floor, she could see nearly all the city spread out before her."Wow!" was all she could managed.Gus came up behind her, almost but not quite touching her. "I sometimes forget how impressive this is. Would you like a drink? Coffee? Tea?""Just a glass of ice water, please."He led her to a long leather couch and waited until she'd settled at one end of it. Anya was grateful for the fact that he hadn't asked her one question during the ride fro

He reached for their pillows and pulled them beneath her, piling them so her body could rest on them. Anya shivered with anticipation. The first time Gus had taken her from behind she'd been scared, aroused, panicked, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. But as with everything else, he'd been slow, loving, tamping down his own rising need to arouse her to the point where she wanted it as much as he did.But still, he'd never taken her there. Would tonight be the night? As she'd come to know Gus over the past six months she'd learned he was a man of great sexual appetites. She'd also discovered he kept a large part of himself tucked away, leery of frightening her, knowing how her short brush with Virgil and his operation had traumatized her. Didn't he know she trusted him more than any other man she'd ever met? That she was ready for whatever he wanted? Desired?She wiggled her buttocks, hoping to send him a signal of some kind.His chuckle was low and throaty. "Getting anxious, are

Anya unpacked the suitcase that had been left for her with almost no interest. She appreciated the fact that someone had gone to the trouble of learning—or doing a good job of guessing—her sizes and tried to pick things that would please her, but clothes were the last thing on her mind. Her movements were almost automatic as she put way her things and Gus' in the heavy oak dresser and the big walk-in closet. Gus was in the living room with John Randolph, the agent who'd met them at the landing field and driven them here to this nice quiet neighborhood.John had walked them through the house, showing them all the security precautions—the sensors around the outside of the house, the cameras both on the roof and in the trees that fed into a computer in the den, the trip wires around the doors and windows. Now the two men were working out their on-duty schedule. She hoped John took the nights so she could feel Gus' warm body next to hers at night. Otherwise she wasn't sure she could sleep

Despite all the activity of the night before—of all kinds—Gus was up at six the next morning, too jittery to stay in bed. He showered and dressed as quietly as he could, tucking the covers around Anya's chin and brushing a kiss across her forehead before heading for the kitchen. In sleep her face was unguarded and vulnerable and his heart ached for what she was going through. When he found the son of a bitch who'd sprung Branson they'd have a hard time keeping him from taking the guy apart with his bare hands.It still amazed him that so much had grown between him and Anya since the night she'd called him, frantic for help. Her story had made his gut burn,with anger at people like Branson who were nothing more than flesh peddlers. She'd been the key to unlock the case he'd been trying to build against Branson, an unexpected gift dropped into his lap.And out of that had come a relationship that reached into the darkest corners of his soul and gave them light. It had taken a lot of pa

Stay like that? Was he kidding?Anya closed her eyes and leaned into the wall, still shaking, and in a moment she felt Gus' strong hands rubbing lather into her neck and back muscles. She shivered as his fingers massaged and rubbed and worked out kinks she didn't even know she had. Then his hands moved to her ankles, rubbing and massaging, sweeping the length of her legs up and down, fingers just brushing at the slit beneath her curls.Gus put his lips close to her ear. "Take a deep breath, darlin'. I promise you this is going to feel real good."His large hands palmed her buttocks, rubbing and kneading, before moving to rub the lather into the cleft between the cheeks. His fingers moved up and down, rubbing the length of the narrow valley, each time passing over the tight muscle of her anus. And each time she shivered, the pulse in her cunt beating heavily, an icy heat racing though her.Do it!She wanted to shout the words. Wanted to feel at least his fingers inside her. To embr