Julie had slung her bag over her shoulder again, and whistled as she approached the cubicle where the printer for her side of the building was networked. It had been cathartic to make her to-do list. Of course to do some of them she'd have to find a partner. But that shouldn't be a problem. Just because she hadn't been on a date in years didn't mean she hadn't been asked. One night at the Young Lawyer's monthly mixer, where local attorneys and their office staff mingled side-by-side, would put her in the path of dozens of local attorneys looking to get laid. And most of them were ambitious enough to want their sex with no strings attached.

She was saddened by the thought that at her age she hadn't found someone to share her life with, but some people just weren't cut out for relationships, and she was afraid that she was one of them. Not only was she annoyingly self-sufficient, she was not willing to let her guard down for just any guy. She'd done that in the past and it had only led to pain on her part and frustration on his. It was much better this way. She was alone, but content.

If she sometimes wished she had someone to snuggle up to at night, well, that's what her cat, Max, was for.

When she rounded the corner to the printer cubicle, she was startled to see Matt standing there, his broad shouldered back to her as he picked p a sheet off the tray.

As if in slow motion, she watched in horror as he scanned the page.

Nooooooooo!!!!

Stepping forward, she tried to snatch the page from him, but it was too late.

“Ah, Julie,” he said with a grin. “I believe this is yours?”

The bastard held the paper high above his head where she couldn't reach.

“Just give it to me, Matt,” she hissed. “It's personal.”

“Oh, very personal,” he said, with a stifled laugh. “Never outdoors? That surprises me for some reason. The Jules of our law school days would have done it outdoors in a heartbeat.”

Her face was so warm she thought it might catch fire.

“Please,” she asked, pressing against him as she tried and failed to get a grasp on the page. This close, she could smell the heady mix of his aftershave and an intoxicating twang of male sweat. Pheromone city. She couldn't help but feel the firm muscles of his chest where she pressed against him. When instead of retreating, he stepped forward, she was surprised to feel the brush of his very impressive erection against her stomach.

She leapt back.

“Not so fast, Miss Julie,” he said. “I think we should discuss this list of yours.”

Before she could step away, he had her in his arms. To her surprise, though his touch was strong, it was also gentle. Her list fell forgotten to the floor as his mouth descended to hers.

It was no use pretending that she wasn't attracted to him. Her old crush had returned full force. And as she felt the first press of his mouth against hers, a rush of pure pleasure surged through her. This kind of euphoria needed some serious government regulation.

Matt didn't just taste her mouth. He devoured it. He grazed her tender lips with his teeth, stroking into her with his tongue. But it wasn’t only her mouth that burned. Everywhere their bodies touched she felt the sizzle of heat between them.

When he came up for air they were both breathing hard, with barely a whisper separating them.

“You seeing anybody?” his voice was deep. Husky.

“No.” She stopped. Oh my god. What if he was dating someone? Trying to keep her voice casual—or as casual as one could be trapped between a hard-on and a cubicle wall. “You?”

He grinned. He probably knew exactly what she was thinking. Bastard.

“Nope,” he leaned forward and gave her a playful nip on the nose. “But I’ve got this hot prospect. She’s got a killer body and a brilliant legal mind. Too bad we work together or I’d be all over her.”

Her stomach dropped.

“Of course, we’re not technically working for the same firm, so I think an argument could be made that a consensual relationship wouldn’t break any laws. At least not any corporate ones.”

He leaned into her, licking her ear lobe. “I can’t promise anything about Alabama laws, though. There are definitely some things the state frowns on that I wouldn’t mind doing with you, sugar. To you, even.”

Immediately her mind leapt to an image of her kneeling over him, taking his swollen cock in her mouth, while he tongued her dripping pussy. It was carnal and hot and she couldn’t hold back her moan.

“Mmm, what are you thinking about there, Jules?” His blue eyes locked with hers. As if he was trying to read her mind.

But it was too soon to let him into her fantasy world. Well, what she hadn’t already recorded on her Before Thirty list.

“Nothing,” she said, breathless. Wanting.

“Liar.” He moved in closer, swept his hand up her side from her hip to her breast. “But that’s okay. Less talking now. More kissing.”