One Night of Misbehavior by Shelley Munro

here,” he said, guiding her to a place with a low brick wall.
    The sweet scent of spring flowers wafted to her, a hint of daffodils and erlicheer. Someone’s garden. Then thoughts fled from her head. He turned her to face the wall and lifted her skirt. The evening breeze blew across her bottom, a contrast to the searing heat between her legs.
    “Perfect,” Ash said and with a low growl he filled her with one steady thrust.
    Her breath caught at the rightness of his possession. She bit down on her lip, the distant sound of a voice, the faint rumble of a passing car reminding her this was a public place where they faced discovery at any second.
    As if sensing her desperation, Ash set a fast pace. In and out. Thrust and withdraw, filling the empty spaces inside her.
    “Play with your clit,” he whispered against her ear. “Make yourself come.”
    His directions fired a switch in her. She wanted to please him, and oh, she craved release in the worst way.
    One hand gripped her hip, hard enough to leave a bruise. His other hand snaked around her torso, seeking her breast. While her finger slipped back and forth over her flesh, he plucked her nipple, his handling rough and perfect.
    Charlotte bit her bottom lip, trying to contain her cries of pleasure. He shoved deep and pinched her nipple hard. Combined with her stroking finger, it was too much, and the coil of sensual tension inside her snapped, exploding, drowning her in the aftermath. Her keening moan seemed to set him off. He drove into her with hard, uncompromising strokes before freezing, balls deep in her rippling flesh, his breaths harsh against her ear.
    After a long moment, he pulled out. His clothes rustled as he dealt with the condom and righted his appearance. Charlotte stayed where she was, unsure if her legs would support her without the rigid brick to aid her balance.
    “Charlotte, are you okay?”
    “Yes.” Her reply emerged sharp. Short. The passion, the languid pleasure still roaring through her veins shocked her. What was it with this man? Without even trying he pushed past her defenses and incited her to riot against good behavior.
    “Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m sorry.” He pulled her skirt down to cover her naked bottom and turned her into his arms. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have—”
    “Don’t,” she said, reaching up to place her fingers across his mouth. “Don’t apologize.”
    “Okay.” For once, uncertainty coated his voice.
    Unable to make out the nuances of his expression in the dim alley, she reached up to kiss him instead. His arms swept around her, crushing her bare breasts against his shirt. But it was his harsh groan of surrender that thrilled her most of all.
    They kissed for ages, neither flinching when the click of heels against pavement indicated someone passing the mouth of the alley.
    He lifted his lips, pressing his forehead against hers. “I intended to use a bit more finesse with my seduction.”
    Charlotte sighed. “I should go home. I want to ring the hospital to check on Gran.” She tugged her bra into place and fumbled with her buttons, praying they were in the right holes. “What happened to my undies?”
    “I’m afraid I ripped them.”
    “You’re a bit hard on my lingerie, Ash. This is the second time I’ve had to leave the scene of the crime with a bare ass.”
    He chuckled as they walked toward his car. “Scene of the crime?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I have your apricot panties at home.”
    Charlotte chewed on her bottom lip as she considered what that meant. It wasn’t the behavior of a man on a one-night stand, or maybe it was. She had no idea since she and her stepsisters never discussed this sort of stuff. “I’ll have to start going commando soon,” she said drily as he settled her in the passenger seat. A fact. Elizabeth didn’t pay her much and had only given her a small wage each week at Gran’s insistence.
    His grin was pure bad boy as he climbed behind the wheel. “The