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willing and capable of fulfilling Sara’s wild firefighter fantasy, he’d been duly warned by Nick Cameron to keep his distance.  Since Mitch had a reputation as a one-night kind of guy, Nick had cautioned him that Sara was a small-town girl who didn’t delve into brief affairs.  According to Nick’s fiancée Cassie, Sara didn’t take sex lightly therefore Nick asked Mitch to keep his distance because the last thing he wanted was to see one of Cassie’s best friends hurt while in Chicago for the wedding. 
    Not only was Nick Mitch’s coworker, he was also his friend.  A friend who’d saved his ass a time or two in the line of duty.  Mitch held Nick in high regard and owed it to him to abide by his wishes.
    Which meant that tonight, and every night hereafter, until Sara returned to Iowa and he managed to work her out of his system, he’d be taking matters into his own hands.
    Literally. 
    Still he could lie in bed and fantasize about her, couldn’t he?  Imagining what it would be like to taste her mouth, and her breasts or to open her soft pink lips with his tongue and taste her sweet femininity.  To have her climb over him, impale herself on his hard cock, and ride him feverishly until her juices poured down his shaft. 
    Mitch gritted his teeth and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, deciding it was well past time to call it a night and answer the ache in his groin. 
    The shrill of their special phone pulled him from his musings and helped marshal his thoughts.  “I got it.”  Welcoming the distraction, he jumped to his feet and pushed away from the card table.  Without haste, he made his way across the room. 
    Fuck.  Maybe tonight he’d take the call.  Although it had been a long time since he’d participated in the Hot Line, perhaps a soft bed and an even softer woman would help take the edge off and get his mind off Sara. 
    When he glanced at the caller ID, his heart raced, his blood pressure soared.  Jesus H. Christ.  Everything in him reacted to the name displayed in the small glass window.  Tension rose in him as his cock urged him to answer the phone, along with the sexual demands of his body. 
    What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
    Despite his rock hard cock screaming at him to pick up that phone and give Sara exactly what she wanted, he took a measured step back, but not far enough that he still couldn’t reach it.  If he wanted to.  But he didn’t want to.  Okay, he wanted to, but he wasn’t going to.
    He was not going to pick it up. 
    No way.
    No how.
    Walk away, Mitch.  Just walk away.
    Before he could stop himself, his fingers closed over the receiver and squeezed until his knuckles turned white. 
    Just then Dean poked his head around the corner.  Grinning like the crazy, intuitive son-of-a-bitch he was, he asked, “You want me to get that?”
    “I got it,” Mitch growled and ripped the phone from the cradle.  He pressed it to his ear and said gruffly, “Hello.”
    Sara’s soft, sexy voice sounded on the other end.  “Mitch?”
    “Yeah?”
    Forgoing pleasantries and getting right to the point, she said, “My kitty stopped purring.  I think it needs to be resuscitated.” 
    Sweet Mother of God!  Mitch slapped his hand to his forehead and drew a steadying breath, working overtime to tamp down his roaring libido.  He failed. 
    Lust ripped through him like a raging forest fire, making him tremble with pent-up need.  He growled low in his throat, unable to tame the primal animal rising up inside him, crumbling his resolve to keep his distance.  Despite knowing better, he had every intention of breathing life back into her kitty, over and over again, using every means possible, if he had to. 
    If she expected anything less, she’d called the wrong guy on the wrong night. 
     
     

 

Chapter Two
     
    Heart racing in a mad cadence, Sara hit end on her cell phone and dropped it onto the kitchen table.  She swallowed, loving how Mitch reacted to her