"Hey, boy, come on in."

He pulled Tyler into a hug, and Jenna noted they were about the same size, though Tyler was maybe an inch or so taller than his dad. Sean was broader, not as lean and muscled as Ty. As she walked in, she couldn't get over how similar they looked. Sean Anderson was strikingly good looking, still in great shape, and his wife, Gloria, was a knockout of a redhead with a curvaceous figure and bubbly smile.

Gloria hurried over to give Tyler a kiss and a hug and enthusiastically shake Jenna's hand.

"We're so excited to meet you, Jenna," Gloria said. "Please come on in."

The condo was modern, with white-and-black furniture and a piano that sat above the sunken living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city and the lake.

They took a seat at a table near the windows.

"I thought since you're not a native to our city, you might enjoy the night view," Gloria said. "Especially since we're lucky enough to have a clear night tonight."

"It's beautiful," Jenna said. "You must love it here."

"We do. We take walks by the lake in the summer. There's a gym downstairs that we use in the winter. Have to stay active, don't we, boy?" his dad said.

"You bet," Ty said.

His dad patted him on the back. "Of course this one stays active on the ice. Couldn't be prouder of you, even though you beat my team the other night."

"Sean," Gloria said, shaking her head before turning to Jenna. "I don't know how he can root for the other team when his own son plays for the Ice."

"Hey, I've always rooted for the local boys. Besides, Tyler gets traded a lot. How the h.e.l.l am I supposed to keep up with what team he's playing for this year? I have my loyalties. Tyler understands that, don't you?"

"Sure I do, Dad. But I wouldn't bet against me."

Jenna laughed.

"That's what I keep telling him," Gloria said. "My money's on you, honey."

Tyler leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Gloria."

"Hey, the kid's tough. He can take a little compet.i.tion. And he knows I'm always pulling for him." He turned to Jenna. "So, Jenna. Tell me about yourself."

Whoa. Lightning-fast change of subjects. She found it hard to keep up, but she managed to hold her own. She told Sean and Gloria about the family bar and her part in it. They shared a few c.o.c.ktails, and Sean kept them entertained with jokes and funny stories about Ty's childhood, but Jenna could see Ty was restless and uncomfortable.

"So, Sean, what do you do for a living?"

"I own several car dealerships in town. Still in business after forty years."

She could so see him in sales. "How interesting."

"He even has commercials on TV," Gloria said, pride evident in her beaming smile.

"Oh, that's exciting."

Sean grinned. "Yeah, we buy a lot of TV time. Have to keep your name in front of the people or they forget all about you." He slapped Ty on the back. "Isn't that right, son?"

"You bet, Dad."

"That's why you have that fancy agent getting you those deodorant and shampoo spots. Keep the fans interested. Get them coming to the games. Make the men want to be like you and the women want to get you in the sack." He shifted his glance to Jenna. "Whatever it takes to keep my boy in the limelight, right, honey?"

Jenna blinked. "Sure."

Ty's father was exhausting. She wasn't certain he was all that interested in Tyler's career, only that he stayed "on top." No wonder Ty was uncomfortable.

They managed a couple hours, then Ty stood.

"We've got an early flight tomorrow, so we'd better head out."

They said their good-byes.

"Such a pleasure to meet you, Jenna," Gloria said. "I hope we have a chance to see you again."

"I hope so, too."

Sean shook her hand. "You're a sweet girl. Tyler has great taste in women. Always has. Just like his old man." He put his arm around Gloria.

Tyler led Jenna to the door. "See you later, Dad."

They rode down the elevator in silence, and it was much the same on the short ride back to their hotel. When they got back to their room, Jenna came up to Tyler and put her arms around him.

"What's this for?"

"No reason." Maybe she needed it more than he did, but she figured he needed it, too.

"My dad can be an a.s.shole."

She leaned back. "No, he's not."

"Yeah, he is."

"Your parents are night and day different. Your mom's kind of quiet and reserved. Your dad is very boisterous. I can see why they didn't mesh well."

His lips lifted. "That's being kind."

"I like Gloria."

"So do I. And my dad likes to impress people. He just doesn't know how to do it, so he comes across as a p.r.i.c.k. His social skills need work. My mother worked for most of her life. And when she wasn't working, she was catering to me and my dad. She didn't know what to do with herself after the divorce so she stayed in the house and kept her memories of me alive like some G.o.dd.a.m.ned shrine. She sews and bakes and has a small circle of friends that she's had forever, but she never remarried. She took back her maiden name because she hates my father that much. She just never figured out how to move on and carve out a new life for herself. She's frozen in that house. I think you might have helped her with that tonight. Thanks."

"You're welcome, but I think your mother has done just fine moving on. She might not have done it right away, but everyone does things at their own pace."

"I guess you're right."

Jenna swept his hair away from his brow. "You don't have to apologize for your parents. They are who they are and they have nothing to do with who you are."

He looked down at her. "They have everything to do with who I am."

"You think so? I don't believe that. I think we forge our own ident.i.ties. We aren't tied to our parents, their pasts, or their mistakes. We don't have to be like them-the good or the bad."

He dragged the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. "Maybe."

"No maybe about it. You become who you want to be, not who your parents are or were. It's all up to you."

He looked down at her and she got lost in the beauty of his face, the intensity of his eyes as he studied her.

"You're good for me," he said.

"Am I? All this time I think you've been the one who's been good for me."

Jenna pushed Ty onto the sofa in the living room of the suite. She went to the door and dimmed the lights. She came back to stand in front of him and removed her boots and tights, along with her panties, then reached inside her dress and pulled off her bra, leaving her wearing only that smoking-hot black dress. She kneeled on the rug in front of the sofa and crept in between his knees, snaking her fingers along his thighs.

Ty held his breath as Jenna shouldered herself in between his legs.

He should be pleasuring her, not the other way around, but d.a.m.n if he could find a good enough reason to object to this. His d.i.c.k was hard and pressing against the zipper of his pants, and her hands were inching their way to the promised land. No way was he going to stop her.

Her hair looked like midnight silver in the dim light of the room, her eyes smoky and dark as she lifted her lashes only long enough to give him a teasing glimpse before dipping her head and biting his knee.

He laughed. "You want something to bite? I'll tell you where to bite."

"I think I'm familiar enough with your anatomy to map it myself. Be patient."

She sc.r.a.ped her fingernails down his thighs, then reached for his belt buckle, taking her d.a.m.n sweet time undoing the clasp before grasping the zipper. Each movement of the zipper caused him to grit his teeth. She was being deliberately slow when all he wanted to do was jerk the d.a.m.n thing down and release his swollen c.o.c.k.

Once his zipper was undone, she bent and took off his shoes and socks, teasing him by sliding her hands up into his pants.

"For a guy, you have great calves."

He couldn't even speak. His throat had gone dry. He wanted her hands and her mouth on his d.i.c.k, not waxing poetic about other body parts. But this was her seduction and he was going to have to sit still and deal with it.

She pulled his pants and briefs down over his hips, dragged them off, and threw them on the chair.

His c.o.c.k jutted up, ready for the taking, but she ignored it, instead rising up to undo the bottom b.u.t.ton of his shirt...slowly.

G.o.dd.a.m.n it.

"Let me do that." He reached for the b.u.t.tons, but she grabbed his hands and laid them on the sofa.

"No. This is my job."

s.h.i.t.

She undid the second b.u.t.ton, and the third, then the fourth, and he broke into a sweat. Who knew the act of undoing shirt b.u.t.tons could make him even harder?

When she'd undone the last b.u.t.ton she drew his shirt apart and laid her palms on his chest.

"I love your body, Tyler, the smoothness of your chest." She mapped her way down his ribs and over his stomach. "The way your muscles move under my hands."

His abs jerked when she got the action going lower, antic.i.p.ation building when she swept her hands below his navel. She bent and kissed him there, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s brushing his c.o.c.k.

And didn't that get his imagination going? He'd love to rub his c.o.c.k head over her sensitive nipples. How would she react to that? He filed that thought away for later.

Right now he focused on her hands, the way she planted them on his thighs. Her touch was light, her nails torture as she lightly sc.r.a.ped them across his inner thighs. His b.a.l.l.s tightened and he gritted his teeth, refusing to beg her to touch him, even though he really wanted her to.

She rose up and laid between his legs, lightly resting her body against him, and pressed her lips to his. He started to wrap his arms around her but she grabbed his hands again and laid them on the couch.

"No. Don't touch me. Let me touch you."

"This is going to be hard, Jenna."

She smiled against his lips. "That's the idea."

She kissed him, her tongue r.i.m.m.i.n.g his bottom lip before pressing her mouth against his. He tasted wine and something sweet-cinnamon, maybe. She deepened the kiss, cradling his head between her hands and moving her body against his in a seductive tease.

He wanted to touch her, to lift her dress and feel her naked a.s.s. But this was her game and he'd play by her rules...for now. So he kept his hands to himself while she undulated against him and drove him crazy until all the blood-and every thought-rushed to his d.i.c.k.

She moved her lips across his jaw, lightly nipping him there. He growled at her, and she gave him a low, throaty laugh that made his b.a.l.l.s quiver in response.

"Jenna," he warned.

She ignored him, dragging her tongue along his throat and toward his shoulder. She bit him again, this time harder. He hissed, digging his fingers in the material of the sofa. If he had his way, he'd grab her, hoist her onto his d.i.c.k, and f.u.c.k her until they both came. He was more than ready, and her scent filled the room. This game she played turned her on, too. He could give them what they both wanted.

But he wasn't going to have this his way.

She kissed his chest, lightly sliding her tongue across his nipples. His nipple hardened and she wrapped her teeth around one and tugged, flicking it with her tongue at the same time.

He hissed in a breath, digging his heels into the rug.

She bit down harder, then released his nipple and graced him with a devilish smile.

"Come up here," he said.

She shook her head and sunk lower, flicked her tongue out, and slid down his stomach. The silky fabric of her dress floated over his c.o.c.k, her body dragging over him.

"You're trying to kill me."

"I'm trying to please you."

"It would please me if you'd climb on my d.i.c.k and f.u.c.k me."

She laughed. "Later."

She sank to the carpet and kissed each thigh, each time making her way closer to his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. He held his breath whenever she got close, then expelled a disappointed sigh when she moved away.

The woman was good at torture.

But when she lapped at his b.a.l.l.s, he let out a low groan, certain he'd died and gone to heaven. And when her tongue blazed a trail from the underside of his c.o.c.k all the way to his c.o.c.k head, he was sure he'd have to do some serious math to keep from blowing his load right then, because he was primed and ready to go off.