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  “I—” To hell with it. Wanda yanked his arm and dragged him into the dark shadow of a building. She clasped cupped hands around his head and pulled him into a kiss. Like the first one, it turned her insides to liquid fire. His arms went around her. His taut, thick cock poked her in the crotch. Being the same height, it hit exactly the right place and sent her hormones into orbit. Wanda deepened the kiss while pushing her hands down the back of his slacks, cupping his ass cheeks and pulling him against her. His arms released the hug he’d put around her. His hands moved down, palmed along her ribs, outlined her waist, then her hips. They inched downward to cup her buttocks and pull her close.

  They stood that way, immersed in a soul-shattering kiss while the night darkened the shadows even more. Wanda moved her hands up and worked the buttons on his shirt. Soon, the carved abs and taut nipples stood bare to the air. She leaned down to suck first one tight, round nub, then the other, sending shooting stars into her brain.

  Cool air tickled her backside. That’s when Wanda realized he’d lifted her skirt, and his fingers were probing beneath the elastic of her panties. Very wet panties. It wasn’t long before they found their way to her already-taut clit. The urge to climax was so strong, Wanda wasn’t sure she could contain the onslaught.

  It was clear Carlton didn’t want her to hold back. His fingers tweaked and massaged, then dove inside her. Wanda came with the strength of the summertime floods. She clenched around his fingers till every muscle ached. When the orgasm finally subsided, she fell limp against him. How empty is your life, she thought, when your best-ever orgasm comes around someone’s fingers?

  Wanda realized she’d undone his slacks and had his cock in her hands. Tight, so tight, she mimicked how her vaginal muscles must feel around him. Pushing and pulling and squeezing till the skin around his cock grew so tight Wanda thought it must hurt. Then he came, spurting hot juices onto the sidewalk.

  After a bit, they righted their clothing and started walking, this time clutching each other as if today was their last day together.

  Which it just might be.

  It would take little provocation to shoot forth the tears hovering behind her eyelids. Wanda made a decision. She hadn’t spent her life, one-trying to get to this man, and, two-becoming a first-rate attorney. One who was known for never backing down. She would not back down now. Before he climbed into his car, she would make sure his feelings for her were clear. Crystal clear.

  Their route took them past her mom’s driveway where Wanda’s new silver Mercedes was parked. When Carlton stopped dead staring at it, she knew their relationship was over.

  The rest of the evening’s events blurred together. From the glare of accusation, to the ultimate confession that she was the attorney squashing the new clinics, to him squealing off down the street.

  Chapter Five

  Carlton sped the car left at the corner, then right at the next. Mutters, swears and threats sounded over the blaring music.

  Who was he kidding? This was his payback. Wanda Number Two was sent to trash his new car and ruin his boss’s futures. How unfair was Fate?

  He careened around another corner, clipping the sidewalk and sending the car airborne for a second before it settled back on four wheels and aimed toward home.

  Another block found Carlton jerking the Toyota to the side of the deserted road. What the hell was he doing? Hadn’t he plused and minused that girl—that gorgeous, intelligent girl—to the top of his dating chart? Hadn’t he admitted before knowing all this that he was in love with her? Okay, truth be told, he’d admitted to being half in love, but over the course of the evening—before realizing she was the world’s worst driver—he’d taken the plunge over Lovers Leap Mountain.

  Carlton spun the car in a sharp U-turn and drove back to her mother’s house. And was shocked to see Wanda sitting on the stoop, staring out at the road.

  He parked. She didn’t move. Was probably rip-shit and would tear him a new one, but he wasn’t backing down now. He got out and went to her. Still she didn’t move. But in the lamplight pouring down on them, he saw the tears glistening. A river of them.

  He stopped one step down from where she sat. Wanda launched to her feet and into his waiting arms. The porch light came on. Her mother, like déjà vu, stood silhouetted in the doorway. This time he called her by her real name. And asked permission to see more—lots more—of her daughter. Her smile said she understood the pun.

  LIZ

  Thank you for reading. To read other books in the Tender Hearts Veterinary Clinic series, check out:

  The Great Dane (Jannick and Rianna)

  An American Bulldog (Taryn and Dolf)

  The Long Haired Persian (Tonya and Gaspar)

  The Bearded Dragon (Wanda and Carlton)

  The Masked Lovebird (Devon and Fiona)

  Damsel in Distress (Carmen and Shawn)

  Liz Stafford

  Liz Stafford is new to the world of short stories—and loving it. Being a pet lover and ex-dachshund breeder, introducing a clinic full of pets seemed only right, and natural. Adding men made it even more so…

  Email Liz at: [email protected]

  Table of Contents

  Title page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Liz Stafford