Falling Hard and Fast by Rita Sawyer

Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warning: Sexual situations

Can desire be ignored? Suzie doesn't think so, and Tim is just the man to prove it.

She made her way through the store dashing around people who stood around chatting.

A gallon of milk and a box of six eclairs from the bakery section in hand, she dashed down the pet food aisle. Her sister's cat was her pride and joy so you'd think she would have included on her list of care instructions what the little affection whore liked to eat. Suzie stared at all the different choices in front of her. She picked a bag of dry food with a happy looking orange cat on the front, and just for good measure grabbed a couple cans of moist food too.

Balancing her bounty in one arm and the milk in her other hand she headed for the registers. At the end of the aisle she almost collided with a boy about ten years old that scurried around the corner. Hot on the boy's heels a little girl, with blond pigtails, not much younger flew by her next. She remembered the days when she and her sister Mary had run around the store while their mother shopped. Picking up some speed herself she turned the corner and bumped into someone with enough force to knock them both to the floor.

It was like everything happened in slow motion.

She heard a deep masculine. "Whoa."

She got a glimpse of dark wavy hair and a stubble covered chin before an elbow or something connected with her ribs. She closed her eyes and involuntarily sucked in a deep breath. Big hands wrapped around her biceps as she and her victim fell to the floor along with everything she'd been carrying, and few things he'd had in his hands as well.

She squeezed her eyes shut tighter waiting for the impact. She heard the grunt before she landed on the firm body that somehow ended up between her and the floor. The plastic milk jug ruptured the milk splattered everywhere mostly on them. The cat food rattled across the floor. She opened her eyes and looked down at a familiar face.

Tim Elknit's familiar dreamy light brown eyes stared up at her. Oh shit, why couldn't I have run down a stranger? No, she had to wipe out one of her boss's best friends. Definitely his sexiest friend. He looked even better dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, like now, instead of his normal suit. Don't go there Suzie. It was hard not too when they were lined up so perfectly. She had known his close to six foot height would be a perfect match for her five-nine frame. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and their hips were meshed together. She was hyper-aware as he slid his hands from her arms to her back. Get off him her brain screamed, but her body refused to do as commanded. She moved her leg between his and felt the length of an impressive erection against her thigh. Her hands were clamped on his shoulders and she tried to push herself up. One of her hands slipped off, landing on the floor in something gooey. It brought their faces within inches of each other. She looked over at the dozen eggs shattered on the floor, and slices of bread from the loaf that had split open, then back at him.

His smile was unexpected and so different from the one he often gave her when he came into the shop. "Hi Suzie. Nice to run into you outside of the office."

"Mr. Elknit, I'm so sorry." She tried again to get up, but he held her in place.

"I think from now on you should call me Tim." His voice was rougher than normal, but not harsh or angry sounding.

Suzie nodded and he smiled loosening his grip.

She bent her leg to use her knee for leverage and rolled her hip into his and he shifted to compensate. They slipped in the spilled milk and eggs and toppled, losing the few inches they'd gained. This time she landed facing the floor with him on top of her.

"Sorry." His warm breath on her face sent a shudder through her, which just accentuated the fact that his cock was pressed firmly against her ass.

How would he respond if she pushed back and wiggled her hips? She couldn't do something so wanton in the middle of the store no matter how much she wanted to. She let out a little groan and he chuckled. Tim started to get up and she rolled over onto her back, just in time for him to lose his balance. She assumed the hand that landed on her breast was supposed to find the floor. Was it her imagination or did his hand mold around it? She pressed her back to the floor so he wouldn't think she was enjoying this.