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Time to put out…or get out. Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 2 On the outside, Amy has the American dream. Two busy kids, a job ...

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Time to put out…or get out. Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 2 On the outside, Amy has the American dream. Two busy kids, a job she loves, a big house thanks to her husband’s climb up the corporate ladder. What she hasn’t had in a long time…is sex. Sure, she’s too exhausted at night to think about it, but maybe Will’s long hours at work aren’t the real reason he rarely touches her anymore. Feeling her marriage teetering on the edge, she rents the voyeur room at Paolo’s Playhouse. Maybe bringing back the memory of the one wicked thing they used to do together will relight the sparks. Will loves his wife, but she’s never been one to take chances—except for the time before kids, when they’d camp out in a club’s back booth, getting all worked up watching the dirty dancers. Their careers have seriously cut into their “us” time, and if she’s booked them a sexual playroom, it sounds like she’s serious about solving the problem. When Will shows up way, way late, Amy wonders why she bothered, and if her plan to relight the flame has only made it painfully clear that it’s too late to try. Warning: Sparks flying, angry words flying, clothes flying, and a loving couple trying to find their way back to each other.

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Dedication

To Suz, for coming in and embracing this series and helping to make it even better.

Chapter One

If the rain slashing across the windshield was any indication of how the evening was going to go, Amy knew she should turn the car around and head home right now. But rain was just rain, for goodness sake, not a bad omen. She wasn’t going to let a little cold water dampen her spirits or wash away the shivers of anticipation skittering over her skin. She had such high hopes for what the night might bring that she couldn’t help but be excited. Even if she had to turn the windshield wipers on high just to see where she was going. She took a deep breath as she turned into the parking lot in front of the renovated building where Paolo’s Playhouse was located. Paolo’s Playhouse. Just the name called forth all sorts of naughty fantasies for her. She could still remember the enticing words of the ad tucked in the bottom corner of the newspaper. They seemed to be speaking directly to her. A new playground for consenting adults. Playrooms for every interest or desire. Bring your own plaything or we can provide one for you. We’ll help your fantasies come to life. After a sleepless night hugging her side of the bed, Amy had called in sick to work that morning. It wasn’t really a lie. Her stomach had hurt ever since Will left for work, briefcase in hand, without kissing her goodbye. She’d never been one for taking chances, but ignoring the problem hadn’t made it go away. It had only made it worse. She had to do something, so she’d screwed up the courage to call the number in the ad. The man she’d talked to on the phone had just about the sexiest voice she’d ever heard. As he talked to her about the possibilities the playhouse

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offered, she couldn’t help but think about when she and Will had been young and in love, and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The man—had it been the Paolo?—had been so understanding and assured her that he had the perfect playroom for them. Not even the current downpour could drown her enthusiasm. No. All that took was one glance around the parking lot. No sign of Will’s SUV. Amy pulled into the closest parking space she could find and slammed the gear lever into park. Then she took a deep breath and dropped her head back onto the seat. There was no sense in getting angry just because she’d arrived first. She focused on the ripple of excitement that ran through her body as she imagined what she’d find inside. The renovated brick warehouse held trendy shops and restaurants. No one would know there was a sexual playhouse on the third floor. What would it look like? Would it resemble an old west bordello, with dark flocked wallpaper and ornate furniture? Or was it like one of those dungeons she’d heard about, with scary equipment on the floor and hanging from the walls? After talking to Paolo, it didn’t sound as if it would be a sleazy place. God, she hoped it wasn’t. Will would never forgive her. When he still hadn’t shown up a few minutes later, she dug her cell phone out of her purse and punched in his number. Will didn’t answer. It went straight to his voice mail. He was always in some damned important meeting. She resisted the urge to leave him a message she might regret, closed the phone and tossed it back into her bag. Once she’d reserved the room, Amy had spent the last few hours in eager anticipation and careful preparation, showering and shaving, buffing and slathering on the scented lotion Will had given her for Christmas. She’d blow-

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dried her hair into a fluffier, sexier version of her no-nonsense bob and went a little more dramatic on the makeup. Would Will even notice? She rarely took the time—rarely had the time—to spend on herself. She worked a full-time job, in addition to being a mom and a cook and housecleaner and a wife. Troy and Eva always needed help with homework and rides to dance and soccer practice. Then there was laundry and dishes and all the other household chores. Who had time to be a sexy woman anymore? But unfamiliar excitement had tingled in her stomach as she put on the lacy bra and panties she’d picked up after she dropped off the kids with her parents for the night. Amy finally got tired of waiting in her car, listening to the drumbeat of the rain on the roof. This was supposed to have been an erotic rendezvous, dammit. The thrills of anticipation she’d felt driving over were slowly morphing into sparks of anger. She stepped out of the car and cold rain trickled down her neck before she could duck under her umbrella. She slammed the door as hard as she could and made a mad dash across the well-lit parking lot. She shook out her umbrella after stepping into the small foyer. The elevator ride up to the third floor was quick and smooth. There was a coat closet just inside the waiting room. Amy left her coat and umbrella there and then turned to look around the small room. It was quite elegant, not sleazy at all. The deep beautiful colors were probably supposed to be sensual and decadent, but they just seemed dark and oppressive to her. Or was that what her marriage had become? Tears prickled at her eyes, but Amy refused to let them fall. He wasn’t really late yet. She glanced at her watch. Yes, dammit, he was. The fancy door at the end of the room opened, startling her. A handsome young man with dark wavy hair and bright blue eyes stepped into the room. His smile was warm and charming. “Mrs. Carson? Welcome. I am Paolo.” He shook

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her hand and then held it between his large, warm palms. “It was wonderful to talk to you today. I hope you didn’t get too wet tonight.” His sincere charm sucked her in. She smiled back at him. “No. I’m fine, thank you.” He swept his gaze around the room. “Are you alone? I was under the impression your husband would be coming with you tonight.” Amy cleared her throat and slid her hand from his. “He will be. He’s running a little late.” Paolo held her gaze for a moment. “Of course. I’m certain this terrible weather is causing many delays this evening. Would you like me to escort you to the blue room now or would you rather wait for him here?” Go to a sexual playroom by herself? Her heart stuttered in her chest and she felt her face grow warm. “I’ll wait here, thank you.” Paolo nodded and shot her another one of his warm smiles. “As you wish. I’ll check back with you in a few minutes.” He disappeared behind the ornate door and Amy sank into one of the plush chairs, her stomach nothing but a bunch of knots. She clutched her purse in her lap. Soft classical music drifted through the room, but it did nothing to calm her frazzled nerves. Where was he? She’d made all these plans, thinking that all they needed was a little change. Some time alone together. Something fun to add a little spark to their sex life. A chance to save their marriage. Oh God, had it really gone that far? Could she actually be considering divorce? She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth. No. She still loved her husband. She didn’t want to end their marriage. Icy fear slid down her spine. But maybe Will did. Maybe that was why he decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to meet her here tonight.


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She tried to tell herself she was overreacting. Will had never said anything that would make her think he wanted a divorce. When Paolo had mentioned during their phone conversation that there was a voyeur room, an old memory had popped into her head. When she and Will were first dating, they used to find a dark corner booth in one of the clubs downtown. Then they’d sit back and talk about the couples on the dance floor. They’d watch them. Their bodies rubbing. Their hands roaming. She and Will would whisper and touch each other. They’d be so hot. So horny. So happy. It was so long ago. Would he remember? The door opened again. Paolo stepped into the room. “Your husband has not arrived?” She took a deep, shaky breath. “No.” He sat down in the chair beside her. “It is difficult to wait, isn’t it?” She nodded, looking down at her hands, clasped in her lap. “Especially for someone you care for so much.” Amy nodded again. She thought she heard a touch of pain in his voice. Perhaps this handsome man had had his share of heartbreak. Maybe he did understand. “I…um, I was really looking forward to this evening. We have two children and busy jobs, and we don’t get much time alone.” “People like you and your husband are the very reason the Playhouse was started,” he said smoothly. “There are not many safe places for people to indulge in a private fantasy. Or to try something new. To take a risk.” Sometimes risks didn’t pay off. Paolo must be an expert at this fantasy thing, must see tons of people come and go. As he calmly sat there beside her, not judging but supporting, she found herself pouring out her troubled thoughts.

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“It’s not that I don’t like sex. I do. But why can’t he understand that I get so tired? I work all day and come home to the kids and dinner and homework and laundry, and by the time I fall into bed, sex is the last thing on my mind!” Her hand flew to her mouth, as if she could take back that outpouring of words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go off like that.” “It’s all right. But you know, of course, that you must make time for each other.” “But he’s just as bad. He’s been working all these long hours lately and comes home just in time to go to bed and then expects a quickie before he rolls over and goes to sleep.” Like last night. “What am I supposed to do?” “My answer is the same. You must make your time together as important as your careers or your children or your laundry.” Easier said than done. But… “I love him.” “Of course you do. And you’re here to make things better, right? This playroom, the blue room, it has a special meaning for you both?” “I thought it did, but it looks like I’ve been stood up.” Obviously, this night alone together didn’t mean anything to Will. Paolo took her hand. “I’m certain your husband wanted to be here.” He glanced at his watch. “Perhaps you would like to reschedule?” “No.” Why couldn’t they wait a little longer? “Oh, I suppose the other couple has…” “Yes, they’ve already started.” She rose to her feet. The hell with Will anyway. Postponing it until another night wasn’t going to make any difference. She flashed Paolo a shaky smile. “Well, I don’t want to miss that. Could you take me to the playroom now, please?” “Of course. Right this way.” He ushered her through the door.


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She stopped in the doorway and looked into his sympathetic eyes. “If my husband should show up…” Paolo placed his hand on the small of her back as he guided her down the long hallway. “When he gets here, I’ll bring him to you myself. I’m sure he’s very disappointed to be kept away from his beautiful wife and your exciting fantasy tonight.” She didn’t reply. There was no point. She didn’t want to tell this charming young man that she was afraid her husband was using his long hours at work as an excuse to keep away from his wife and any fantasies they might be able to share. There was a quiet hush as they continued along the soft carpet. Soon they stopped in front of one of the many doors. When Paolo opened the door to the room she’d booked with such high hopes, she took a deep breath and stepped ahead of him into a small room with deep blue walls and plush carpet. There was nothing bordello or dungeon-like about it. Thick, colorful pillows were piled here and there on the floor. There was a wide bed sitting along the wall to her left, while a sofa and two ottomans faced the opposite wall. She gasped when she saw the huge window that took up the entire wall to her right. The room on the other side of the window was brightly lit and she could easily see an attractive young couple standing in front of the glass. They looked so real, so close, as if she could reach out and touch them. As if they could jump out at her at any time. “It’s a two-way mirror,” Paolo explained. “They can’t see you at all. You won’t be able to hear what they say, but you should have a clear view of anything that happens in that room through this window. The couple does have the option of closing their curtain at any time, but since they’ve chosen that room, I assume they want to be seen as much as you want to watch.”

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But she hadn’t planned on watching alone. Still, Amy gave Paolo a small smile. “Thank you.” “Is there anything more I can do for you before I leave?” he asked. Stay here with me? But that wasn’t what Amy really wanted. She didn’t want to be there alone, but she didn’t want another man, even one as sexy as Paolo. She wanted her husband. She wanted Will. Amy crossed her arms over her chest. “No. Thank you. I’m fine.” “I hope you enjoy your stay here.” Paolo began to turn away then stopped and took her hand. Kissed it. “Just because your husband has been delayed doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself to the fullest while you are here.” He spoke the words slowly, carefully. “We all have to satisfy ourselves sometimes, don’t we?” She swallowed. “Yes, of course.” She knew what he was talking about, but there was no way she could enjoy this fantasy room by herself. She didn’t want to stay here alone and watch other people having sex. She’d sneak out in a few minutes and go back to her empty house, take care of all the housework waiting at home, like any other night. But she didn’t want this to be like any other night. Once Paolo closed the door behind him, Amy glanced around the room again. She didn’t want to see the empty bed, didn’t need the reminder that she wouldn’t be using that wide mattress tonight. She dropped her purse by the wall and shut the light back off, plunging the room into darkness. Now the room was more like a movie theater with a wide screen and comfortable seating. She trembled slightly as she crossed the floor to stand in front of the window to the next room.


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A pretty, petite blonde stood in front of the window wearing a silky silver dress. She looked as if she was staring right at Amy. She shivered even though she knew the blonde couldn’t see her. A tall, pleasant-looking young man with light brown hair stood behind the blonde. He was bare-chested, watching her with an adoring expression on his face. They were talking, but of course Amy couldn’t tell what they were saying to each other. The pretty blonde swayed her hips to music Amy couldn’t hear. Slowly, seductively, the blonde drew her skirt up along her thighs, teasing her man. When she flashed a peek at her smoothly waxed sex, Amy’s breath caught in her throat. She swallowed, hard, and kept watching. The man had his hands on the blonde in an instant, wrapping her in his embrace. Amy’s breasts began to ache as she watched him cover his girl’s breasts with his long fingers. Amy saw the young woman’s reaction in the way she moved against him, the way her lips parted and her eyes closed. She reached back and grasped Lover Boy’s head, and then arched her back. She pushed her breasts so close to the mirror, Amy thought she heard his knuckles thud on the glass. Amy could almost feel his hands on her skin, imagine the pads of his fingers brushing along the surface, gently at first, sending shivers of desire dancing along her body. Would his hands be smooth and soft, stroking her like rich velvet? Or were they rough and calloused? Would they lightly scrape her skin, maybe even leave tiny scratches on her breasts as a reminder of his hands on her? She couldn’t remember the last time Will had taken the time to make love to her breasts the way this young man was doing for his girl. Amy had almost forgotten the pleasure that kind of stimulation had brought her.

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Amy kicked off her shoes and dropped onto one of the large, soft pillows lying in front of the sofa. She leaned back against the sofa, parting her thighs before she’d even realized it. Her skirt rode up, bunching at her hips. She watched the blonde pull her lover’s head down and capture his lips in a hard, hungry kiss. Amy moaned and moistened her lips with her tongue, imagining how he would taste. Would he have a light, peppermint taste or a darker one laced with coffee or maybe whiskey? It had been so long since she’d kissed a man other than Will that she couldn’t even remember what it was like. She’d always loved the slip and slide of wet kisses. When had she and Will last indulged in a long, hot kiss, one that wet her lips and her panties at the same time? Why didn’t they do that anymore? There were so many things they didn’t do anymore. Amy’s thighs parted farther as the young man kissed his way down the blonde’s body. He nipped the back of her neck and tingles ran down Amy’s spine. He kissed the girl’s shoulders and Amy shivered. He licked his way down the blonde’s back until he knelt behind her, and Amy squirmed in her seat. He unzipped the dress, and when it fell to the floor Amy saw the girl was completely naked underneath. She hadn’t even bothered with any fancy underwear. Her young man apparently didn’t miss them either. Why had she spent the time and money on the black lace push-up bra and the matching panties? She’d hoped it might make her seem sexy to Will again. Maybe she should have made more of an effort, before it was too late. Through the window she watched the young man run his hands over the blonde’s body. Will used to touch her like that, as if she were adored. As if he thought she was someone special. She swallowed when the young man rolled his girlfriend’s nipples with his long fingers. Amy’s nipples prickled and throbbed, almost as if he were playing with her nipples too.


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Amy let out a ragged cry. She tore her blouse off and tossed it away. With trembling hands, she unhooked the bra her husband would never see and let it fall to the floor. She squeezed her bare breasts as she’d imagined the young man doing a few minutes before, wincing as she dug her fingers roughly into her flesh. She threw her head back and plucked at her aching nipples. As she twisted the sensitive buds, she tried to take her mind off the man who wasn’t there. The man she loved, even though he couldn’t make the time to be there with her. Sparks of need shot from her nipples to straight between her legs, and her pussy clenched. Lover Boy pulled the pretty blonde into his arms again. This time when they kissed, she brushed her naked body against him. Slowly. Sensuously. Rubbed her firm skin against his bare chest and the thick bulge in his trousers. It was a sensual dance that made Amy’s pulse quicken. Her breath caught in her throat. Their love was so evident in every touch, every movement. In the sweep of her hands and the brush of her breasts and the touch of thigh against thigh. As she watched, Amy’s body crawled with erotic sensations, her body throbbing with desire. She’d forgotten how hot it was to watch. Her fingers stroked her skin, so soft beneath her fingertips. Her caresses brought even more incredible sensations sweeping through her. When she closed her eyes, whose hands did she feel touching her so intimately? The young man busy with his own woman? Or the husband who’d left her alone tonight? Stop being stupid! They were her own damn hands. She pinched her nipples roughly, trying to take her mind off Will and broken promises. Back onto the erotic need finally building again. She didn’t need him. She could take care of herself. She slid one hand down to cup the hot wet spot between her legs. Her panties were soaked and the pressure from her palm teased her clit. Prickles shot

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through her, both from the nipple tightening beneath her punishing fingers and from her swollen clit aching to be touched. Her pussy throbbed and her heart raced and— The door opened and a sliver of light broke through the darkness. She quickly sat up straight and yanked her hands from her breast and panties. When she turned her head, she saw Will, still dressed in his dark business suit, standing in the doorway. His brown hair shone in the light from the hallway. His face was half in the shadows. She didn’t want to feel the burst of joy that came from his arrival, didn’t want to hear the voice inside her that cried, “He’s here!” “Amy.” His voice was breathless. He stepped into the room. “Wow. You’re so beautiful.” She turned away. “Shut the door,” she said, her voice flat even though her emotions were anything but. She clasped her hands in her lap and tried to focus her attention back on the window. Back on the couple in the next room who were enjoying each other. Loving each other. Still, her heart beat even more wildly now that Will had arrived. Now that there was a couple in this room. What would happen now? She didn’t have a clue.


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She heard him close the door and cross the room, heard him shrug off his suit jacket and set it down. Then he knelt down behind her and she shifted away so they didn’t touch. She didn’t look at him, refused to acknowledge him, even though she was trembling inside. When he rested his hands, hot and heavy, on her bare shoulders, she shrugged him off. He leaned forward and softly kissed her ear, like she used to love him to do. “I’m sorry I’m late.” He began to caress her shoulders again and this time she didn’t resist his touch. But she couldn’t relax. Her body shivered with the overwhelming need she wished she could deny. He brushed his cheek against hers and spoke softly. “I’m not going to give you any excuses. I know they don’t matter right now.” He kissed her neck. “But I am sorry.” He was right. She didn’t want to hear any excuses. She tried to ignore him, tried to focus instead on the couple in front of them, but it wasn’t easy. There were real hands on her, a real mouth on her now. Will began to nibble on her neck, his breath warm, his lips soft. “Mmm, you smell so good, sweetheart.” It wasn’t going to work, those soft kisses, those sweet words. She crossed her arms, but doing so lifted her bare breasts, so it didn’t really give the indignant impression she’d wanted to convey. She still hadn’t looked at him.

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“Wow. This room is amazing. I almost forgot how we used to go out and watch people all the time.” He skimmed his fingers down her arms and she tried not to react. “We were quite the voyeurs, weren’t we?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Amy…” His voice had a bit of an edge to it now. “I said I was sorry. Believe me. It was beyond my control.” She sighed. She did believe him. As far as she knew he’d never lied to her. He’d simply disappointed her. Again. She wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. “I’m here now,” he said seductively. “Doesn’t that count for something?” His familiar scent wound around her senses, softening her. She felt her body relaxing, weakening, as he continued to run his warm hands over her heated skin. Through the window, the young man’s hands were on his girl’s skin too. A strangled moan escaped her lips even though she tried to hold it in. “Look at how she moves under his hands,” Will whispered, his hands still stroking Amy’s arms. “It’s like she’s dancing in his arms. Look at the way he touches her, like he never wants to stop.” “Why did you stop?” she asked, wincing at the cry in her voice. She couldn’t hold in the questions longing to burst free. “Stop what?” “Touching me like…like this.” She swallowed. “Touching me like you want me.” “You think I don’t want you?” His hands slipped off her shoulders and she shivered from the chill left behind. “You’re the one who doesn’t want me.” His voice had turned cold and hard. “What?” She turned to look at him finally, feeling a vulnerability that had nothing to do with her bare breasts. “You’re the one who’s never home.”


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He sat back on his heels, his face in the shadows again. “Yeah, I know I’ve put in a lot of hours lately, but you do the same thing. You never stop what you’re doing and spend time with me.” “So I’m supposed to just drop everything the minute you walk in the door?” She lifted her chin in defiance. “Like you dropped everything to get here on time tonight?” “I got here as soon as I could,” he said slowly, each word an angry growl. “But you seem to wait until the last possible moment to come to bed at night. What am I supposed to think about that?” She opened her mouth to dispute his words, but then…couldn’t. “No matter what time I get home,” he went on, “you never slow down, never come to bed until I’m already there. Waiting.” His expression darkened even more. There was a challenge in his expression that she wasn’t ready to answer yet. Besides, she knew he didn’t want to hear any excuses either. Amy turned around then, back to the couple in the window. What was the blonde doing now? She appeared to be pole dancing around the bed post. She was so graceful, so flexible. Her guy stood there mesmerized, watching her stretch and sway. Tease and tempt him. When had she ever done anything like that for Will? How long had it been since she’d put her whole focus on her husband? Years. Will was right. If he’d lost his desire for her, she had to take her share of the blame. She couldn’t remember when she’d last taken the time to do something to simply please him. She could use the time it took to do the housework after working all day as an excuse. Complain about the hours he spent at work instead

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of at home. Whine about how tired she was. But they were all excuses. Plenty of people made it work. When did they lose that yearning for each other? When did they lose the desire to please each other? But she hadn’t lost her desire for her husband. Amy knew that with a certainty that burned inside her. She still wanted to touch him, to love him. And have him touch and love her back. Why hadn’t she told him that? Was it too late for them now? Her eyes were still focused on the window. Amy’s breath caught as she watched the young man approach the bed, standing so close the blonde could almost ride him along with the bed post. The expression of love and arousal on his face as he watched his girl dance for him made tears spring to her eyes. When Amy released the breath she was holding, it came out on a ragged sigh. “You wish it was you, right?” Will asked from behind her, his voice a dull monotone. “What?” Had they always had such a hard time communicating? “Come on, Amy,” Will snapped. “The expression on that guy’s face. You wish he was looking at you like that.” Amy jumped to her feet and whirled around to stare at her husband. “No!” She swallowed back a sob. “I wish you’d look at me like that.” She searched frantically for her shirt and bra, but there wasn’t enough light coming through the window to see where she’d thrown them. “I can’t believe you’d think I was fantasizing about him! You’re such an idiot!” Shit, she couldn’t find her clothes. She’d have to face Will in the cold, fluorescent light. “I’m getting out of here!” She stomped off toward the door in her bare feet and flipped the switch.


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“Amy, wait!” In an instant, Will was at her side, spinning her around to face him. He grabbed her shoulders. The passion in his eyes made her stomach tickle. “You’re not going anywhere.” “Yes, I am.” She struggled out of his grasp, but she couldn’t step away. Will’s heated gaze pinned her where she stood every bit as much as his hands had. “I’m going home.” His expression darkened even further. “Don’t run away from me.” His eyes shot angry sparks at her. “You’ve been avoiding me for months.” “I could say the same thing about you,” she shot back. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say more, then closed it again and just stared at her. Her heart pounded in her chest and dread sank in her stomach when he didn’t deny it. Part of her wanted to storm away, enjoy the satisfaction of knowing that she was the one to leave first. But it would be an empty victory. She didn’t want things to end like this. Avoidance had always been the way she dealt with her fear. Maybe it was finally time for the truth. Maybe it was time to finally get things out in the open. If things ended between them, and she feared that’s what was going to happen, then at least it would be because of the truth. “Do you want a divorce?” The words popped out of her mouth before she realized it. Her stomach was twisted up in knots and she hoped she sounded a lot stronger than she felt. “Because if that’s what you want, I think I deserve to know.” “What?” He staggered backward. She was pretty sure the shocked expression on his face was genuine. “No. Why would you think that?” She stared at him pointedly, not saying a word. Did he really have no idea? She was relieved at his quick denial, but still…

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He stared back at her and his expression became more guarded. “Is that what you want, Amy? Do you want to end our marriage?” She nodded slowly, deliberately. “Yes, Will. I do.” He started to reach out to her, then let his hands fall to his sides. “You can’t mean that.” He looked shaken. Good. They both needed to be shook up. They couldn’t keep on doing what they’d been doing. “I want to end the marriage we’ve been living in,” she went on. Her hands shook as she admitted, “I can’t live like this anymore.” She took a deep breath and then the words rushed out. “We don’t talk. We hardly touch. We let the kids do all the talking between us and…and…I’m afraid, Will,” she admitted at last. “I haven’t really been trying to avoid you. The truth is I’ve been afraid.” “What?” He frowned and scrubbed his hand over his face. “Afraid of what? Afraid of me?” “No. Not of you. Not like that.” She shrugged as if this didn’t mean everything to her. How did she explain? “It’s easier to wait until we’re both too tired than to risk you rolling away from me.” She swallowed and went on, tears nearly clogging her throat. “I guess I didn’t want to know for sure that you don’t want me any longer.” He didn’t say a thing, just searched her face as if he was looking for more answers. As if he couldn’t believe what she’d told him. As if he no longer knew her. And still he didn’t speak. It was obvious her confession had made no difference to him at all. She whirled around. She had to find her clothes. Had to get the hell out of there before she burst into tears. She’d had her fill of rejection for one day. “Look, I just want to go home. I’ll…um…I’ll call a lawyer in the morning.” “Amy, wait.”


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Wait? For what? She couldn’t stand to be in this room with him, knowing he didn’t want her. She kept her back to him. She didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see the rejection in his expression. “This was waste of time. I’m sorry I dragged you away from work.” “Don’t you dare apologize.” Surprised at the irritation in his tone, she paused as she leaned over to pick up her discarded bra. His anger was the last thing she needed. She shoved her arms through the straps, her fingers fumbling with the catch. She had to get out of there before she broke down in front of him. Why did she think a reminder of their happy past would help them now? “This was a lousy idea.” “No, Amy. It wasn’t.” Will’s strong and steady voice made her freeze in her tracks. Her breath caught in her throat and she slowly turned around to face him again. His expression had softened and she didn’t see a trace of the rejection she’d feared. “It wasn’t?” If her voice sounded shaky, it was nothing compared to her knees. “This was the best idea you’ve ever had.” A small smile slipped out and gave her a tiny bit of hope. “The best since you decided to marry me.” She chuckled briefly, a little sadly, remembering the pretend argument they used to have. “Oh no, you decided to marry me.” “Don’t leave.” He sighed, dove his fingers through his hair. “Please don’t leave. What happened to us, sweetheart? How did we ever let it get to this point?” He took a step toward her and she instinctively took a step back. She didn’t know what to think, what to believe. “I’m sorry I ever made you think I didn’t want you.” She pressed her fingers against her trembling lips and waited for him to go on.

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“I don’t want a divorce. I’ve never even thought about it.” He paced for a moment in front of her, his frustration clear in his jerky steps. “I love you, Amy. I need you.” He stopped in front of her and looked at her with his dark gaze. “I. Need. You.” Her heart stumbled in her chest. She couldn’t move, couldn’t see through the tears in her eyes. “I need you too.” He held out his arms to her and she stepped into his embrace. Oh how she’d missed this. No matter what else happened tonight, she was in his arms again. She sank into him, wrapped her arms around him. “Can we start this over?” he asked softly. “I’m still mad at you,” she murmured into his shoulder. God, he smelled so good. “You were late.” “I know.” He began to run his hands over the bare skin on her back and she melted against him. “Do you want to hear what happened?” “Later.” She looked up at him and saw again the man she married, full of energy and passion. Maybe it was time to put the past behind them. Maybe it was time to stop holding on to the anger that had already begun to slip through her fingers. She had a much better use for her fingers. She combed them through his silky hair. “Kiss me, Will. Kiss me like it’s the first time.” Will didn’t crush his lips to hers, didn’t capture her mouth and plunder it with his tongue as she thought he might. Instead, he stepped back a fraction of an inch and swept his gaze over her face, her shoulders, her breasts. The movement of his eyes was so slow, so lazy she could almost feel the brush of his gaze along her skin. She shivered, but didn’t move. Couldn’t move. He slowly smiled as he gently cupped her face in his hands. “Amy,” he murmured and then lowered his lips to hers.


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At first, the touch was so light, a mere brush of his lips, and she barely felt it at all. Then he swept his tongue full across her lips, wetting them, readying them for the slide of his lips that followed. She sighed and sank into the kiss, savoring the slip and slide she’d been longing for. He tasted faintly of the dark roast coffee he practically lived on. Amy parted her lips and drank him in. She drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, feasting on the taste of him. He groaned and traced his fingertips leisurely down her body until he cupped her ass with his big hands. He pulled her closer, dragging her up against the rock-hard erection hiding behind his zipper. Her sex clenched instinctively. She wanted him deep inside her, filling that empty spot nothing else could touch. She rocked her hips, rubbing her mound against him. Will hugged her body tightly to him, crushing her breasts against the soft shirt covering his hard chest. She tried to get even closer, straddling one of his legs. He caught her under her knee and pulled her leg up so that she was pressed up intimately along his thigh. Their tongues tangled in an erotic dance of passion. She drove her fingers through his short, wavy hair, tightening her grip as the kiss deepened further. She ground her mound against his hard thigh, trying to stimulate her aching clit with the rough friction. Oh, she needed him inside her. Needed him now. How could she have ever thought she was too tired to have sex with Will? He moaned then gently dropped her leg and slowly moved away from her. She whimpered as she lost the warmth of his body, already missing the touch of his hands and lips. His thigh. “Not too fast, sweetheart,” he said, his voice ragged. “Or this evening you planned will be over before it even gets started.”

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He turned to look back toward the window to the next room, and Amy followed his gaze, her breath catching as she saw the young man stripping out of his clothes. Will looked back to her. “You do remember, don’t you?” It felt so good to smile. “Of course I do. That’s why I picked this room.” She yanked his shirt tails out of the waistband of his trousers. “We need to get you out of these clothes. It’s only fair.” The flash of arousal in his eyes left her breathless. He stood still and silent and let her take care of him. She slid her hands up his chest, enjoying the firm warmth of his body. “I’m glad you left your tie in the car. One less piece of clothing to take off.” She slowly unbuttoned the pale gray dress shirt. Her heart sped up as the soft fabric parted to reveal his bare chest with its light sprinkling of hair. It was almost as if this was the first time she’d seen him naked. “Tell me what they’re doing right now,” Will whispered, his voice rough. Taking a deep, appreciative breath, she pushed the soft shirt off his broad shoulders. She glanced over his shoulder at the window. “She’s pole dancing around the bed post again,” she told him. “Riding it up and down, so slow and graceful.” “Bet she’s driving her guy crazy,” Will said. “Oh yeah.” The young man was completely naked now, his body long and lean. His cock dark and thick. “He’s watching her now. He can’t take his eyes off of her.” She swallowed. “He’s got his cock in his hand, pulling on it in long, hard strokes while she dances for him.” Will pressed his zipper-covered erection into her stomach. “That sounds like a good idea.” He reached for his belt, but she pushed his hands away. “I’m going to take care of you,” she said, feeling stronger than she had in a long time. She ran her hands over his bare chest. “Mmm. There’s a lot of bare


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skin over there, but I like seeing all this skin even more. I think I need to see a lot more.” She unfastened his buckle and stripped the belt out of the loops, tossing it away like all the other articles of clothing she’d removed so far. Will reached out and cupped one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb over the black lace bra. “Is this new?” “Yeah.” Was that her voice, so breathless? “I like it.” He slid one hand behind her back and expertly unhooked it. “Haven’t lost my touch.” She let the straps slide down her arms and watched the bra fall away, along with the last of her fears. “That’s a pretty skirt,” Will said, his eyes dark and hooded. “Take it off.” Amy smiled slowly and lowered the zipper, never taking her eyes off him. The silky fabric slithered down her thighs and puddled on the floor at her bare feet. Will lifted his brows when he saw her lacy black panties. It appeared he did appreciate the new pretties. He didn’t tell her to take them off, so she left them on as she unbuttoned his trousers and slowly unzipped them. Will took over then, first kicking off his shoes then stripping the trousers off quickly, taking his underwear and socks with them. Amy took her time looking him over. All the hours at the office hadn’t hurt his body any. He was still trim, if not quite as muscular as he used to be. His erect cock rose proudly from its nest of curly brown hair. Amy was surprised at how anxious she was to touch it. To taste it. Her palms itched. She licked her lips. “You look incredible, sweetheart,” Will said, the words soft, breathless. He’d obviously been checking her out too. She couldn’t help but smile, standing there naked except for the new panties. She felt incredible, powerful. No longer weak and weepy. Amy stepped up to Will and then looked past his shoulder to the window again. The blonde had

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dropped to her knees in front of her guy, her body rocking as she took his cock deep into her mouth. Amy’s mouth watered and she looked down at Will’s magnificent erection. She’d sucked his cock before, of course, but it had always been in bed, as a part of their quick foreplay before they got down to business. In all the years they’d been married, she’d never knelt before him, but it felt right to Amy to do it now. She may not have been all that graceful as she dropped to her knees, but when she heard Will’s sharp intake of breath, it made her feel even more powerful. “Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked, his voice rough. She just grinned. Using her hand to guide him into her mouth, Amy parted her lips and slid his velvet-coated erection over her tongue. His familiar taste burst in her mouth and she sucked greedily on his cock. Will moaned and curled his fingers into her hair. He began to move his hips, holding her head still and thrusting his cock faster into her mouth. Amy grabbed onto his hips to steady herself as he plunged deep into her mouth, deeper than he ever had before. For a brief moment she worried that she couldn’t take all he wanted to give her. But she discovered if she relaxed she could take him that way. She was learning that she could take more than she ever thought she could. The moans coming from her husband let her know how much what she was doing pleased him. And by giving him this pleasure, she realized how much pleasure she received in return. Why hadn’t she figured that out before? Soon she adapted to his thrusts, to the strength and length of each plunge of his cock. Amy started to knead his firm ass, loving the feel of his warm strong muscles under her fingers. His cock rubbed over her tongue with each plunge and she found herself squeezing his tight butt cheeks in rhythm with his thrusts.


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The wiry hair surrounding his erection tickled her nose when she took him deep. The soft head of his cock brushed up against the back of her throat and she opened even farther for him. “Oh, Amy,” he groaned. His hands slipped from her head and hung at his sides. She shivered from the raw passion in his voice. Her hands began to wander. She slid one down to cup his balls, to run her roaming fingers over the soft, fuzzy sacs. Another, louder groan escaped his lips. Amy never knew she could smile while her mouth was full of cock, but she discovered it was certainly possible. She dipped her other finger into the crease between his cheeks. He shuddered. Did that mean he didn’t like it? Or that it turned him on so much he couldn’t control his reactions? She let his slick erection slip from her mouth. “Yes?” she whispered and wiggled the finger nestled between his ass cheeks. She glanced up to see his eyes closed and his lips parted. He moaned and nodded. She almost laughed with delight. “Good.” She sucked her finger into her mouth to wet it before she took him deep between her lips again. Then while she returned her attention to his cock, she pressed the tip of the wet finger against his rear entrance. She’d never done that before, had never wanted to. But this was a night for doing the unexpected. She pressed harder, pushing through the tight muscle barrier. “Aw, God, Amy!” She felt his balls tighten and then he spasmed, shooting hot come down her throat. He grabbed onto her hair so tightly that it was almost painful, but she didn’t mind at all. His thrusts became rough and frantic as the orgasm dictated his movements. She kept her jaws loose, her mouth open and let him move as he needed to. He’d never come in her mouth before. She never thought she’d like it. But she gladly swallowed every salty drop he sent squirting over her tongue.

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His movements slowed and gradually became less frantic, until he slumped against her and his hands dropped from her head. “Shit, I didn’t want to come yet.” She laughed. “I’d have been disappointed if you hadn’t.” She licked his softening cock some more, until his skin was clean and shiny. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. Her heart stuttered in her chest. There was that look, the one she’d accused him of not using anymore. The one that made her feel adored. She felt ashamed for avoiding him all these months. What a lot of time she wasted being afraid. “I wanted to do that for you,” she told him. “I haven’t done enough for you.” “Are you kidding? You do everything for me. I couldn’t live without you.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her to her feet, their bodies sliding against each other as he pulled her up. She clung to him with both hands. “I love you,” he growled. “I never stopped loving you.” “I love you too.” She wrapped her arms around him, inhaled the familiar scent of her Will. She’d forgotten how much she loved to be in his arms. How much she needed it. “I’ve missed you.” “No more,” Will said seriously. “I’m not going to give you the chance to ever miss me again.” Then he shocked the hell out of her by scooping her up into his arms.


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Amy laughed and threw her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” Will carried her over to the sofa facing the window. “Are you crazy?” “Crazy about you.” He groaned, but held her close against his warm body. “Ugh, did that sound corny?” She kissed his cheek. “We used to be pretty damn corny, remember?” “We sure did.” He stopped in front of the sofa and placed her gently on the cushion. She opened her arms to him, but he didn’t join her immediately. He simply stood there, gazing down at her with that look again. His eyes were dark with desire. Amy shivered in anticipation. “Lean back, Amy. It’s your turn now.” She grinned at the eagerness in his voice and settled into the cushions. His gaze ran over her body like a blow torch, heating every inch of her skin, yet she shivered. And waited. She squirmed as he continued to silently study her. “Will?” “Shh. Give me a minute to enjoy the view.” “Oh,” she sighed. “Okay.” And since he was enjoying looking at her, she took advantage of the time to do the same. To notice the way his normally well-groomed hair was tousled from her fingers. Notice the crinkles around his deep brown eyes and the shadow of a beard on his stubborn jaw. She reached out to him, but he caught her wrist before she could touch him. Ignoring the curious frown she sent him, he gently kissed her fingertips then pressed her palm to the back of her head. “Keep your hand there.”

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“What? Why?” Will held her still. “Look through the window, Amy. Look at all that bare skin. Look at their busy hands.” He picked up her other hand and lifted it behind her head as well. She interlocked her fingers, her elbows held out to the sides. Will stroked her hands then her hair. “Remember how we used to keep our hands busy while we watched from our little corner at the club? My hand would be up your skirt, playing with your pussy. Yours would be down my pants, stroking my cock.” “I remember,” she told him, squirming as she pictured their dark corner, remembering the way they used to bring each other to climax while they watched all those couples wriggling on the dance floor. “My hands want to be busy now.” “Not right now.” He kissed the top of her head. “Keep them there.” She groaned, but gripped her fingers tightly together and looked up at him. “But I want to touch you.” He chuckled and shook his head slowly. “You’ve already touched me.” “But not enough, Will.” It would never be enough. “Later then.” He ran a finger down her cheek and she trembled. “It’s my turn now.” He circled around the sofa and knelt down in front of her. “You’re so beautiful.” He drew his finger along her throat and tingles ran over her skin in its wake. “Right now I want you to sit there and let me take care of you.” He circled her breasts with that teasing finger and she didn’t know if she could stand the delicious agony of lengthening anticipation. “But—” He stared her down. “Stop arguing with me for a minute. Let me take care of you, Amy. I want to do this.” Chills from his intense expression danced along her skin. “Okay.”


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He slid his hands along her hips, and then hooked his fingers under the black lace still covering her most intimate area. “I like this pretty underwear.” He stroked his thumbs along the wet lace between her legs, over and over again, making her wriggle. “Did you buy them for me?” She nodded, panting. “I think you should buy more of them.” She swallowed to moisten her mouth. “You do?” “Mmm.” “Okay.” He stared at her with his dark gaze as he continued to stroke her lacecovered pussy, teasing her with the tickles that made her crave even more. “They’re sexy.” Stroke. Tickle. “You’re sexy in them.” Stroke. Tickle. “And I can’t wait any longer to get them off of you.” He tugged the panties down and she eagerly lifted her hips to let him strip them off her body. He knelt beside her, the panties dangling from one finger. “Now you look sexier than I’ve ever seen you.” After he shot her a mischievous grin, he tossed the panties over his shoulder. Still, he didn’t move to touch her and she ached for that more than anything. She couldn’t help but squirm restlessly on the soft cushion. “We’re going to do this, don’t worry,” he said softly. “We’re just going to slow it down for a few minutes.” Slow it down? They were already moving at a crawl. Will cupped her face in his hands and swept his lips lightly over her eyes, nose and cheeks. She closed her eyes to savor the sweet sensations. His breath was warm as it brushed across her skin. He slowly moved his mouth over to her ear. He licked the lobe with his tongue, toyed with her little gold earring with his lips. She shivered, but it was in delight.

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He moved his mouth across her jaw and down the column of her throat, nipping her with his teeth ever so lightly just above her collarbone. She shivered again. His hands moved to her breasts, gathering them together, squeezing them as she’d been imagining such a short time ago. How her despair had turned to joy since she’d entered this room. She opened her eyes and looked past Will to see that the couple in the next room had made it to the bed. They were on their knees, facing each other in the center of a huge mattress. The blonde’s breasts were rubbing against the guy’s chest. When Will lowered his face to her breasts, she ached to wrap her arms around him, as the blonde did to the man she loved. Amy wanted to gather her husband even closer to her, to hold on to him and never let him go. But she honored his instructions and didn’t lower her hands. Her nipples prickled and tightened with expectation. His chin was slightly scratchy, but that just added to the wild sensations running through her body. Then he took one needy nipple into his mouth and Amy gasped. She closed her eyes again and arched up into him, gripping her fingers even more tightly. Sparks shot straight between her legs, sending the throb factor even higher. She shifted her hips beneath him, but he kept his attention on her breasts, which was certainly not a bad thing. But the nipping and sucking made the need between her legs grow stronger, the pulses of arousal heavier. Her mouth was dry from panting. She swallowed and wet her lips with her tongue. Will bit down lightly on one nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers. Her pussy throbbed and her clit prickled. Her eyes flew open. She needed some attention down there. Now. “Will…please!” she moaned.


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“What, sweetheart?” He lifted his head from her breast to look into her eyes. “What do you need?” “Please,” was all she could say. She couldn’t think, could only feel. She rocked her hips. “Please, please, please,” she moaned, the words escaping her mouth in time with the movement of her body. “I know.” He placed a light kiss on her wet nipple and then slowly dropped more kisses as he moved down her body. “I know.” More shivers. More throbs. Amy lifted her hips, instinctively trying to get closer to that wandering mouth of his. “I know.” Her hands hurt from gripping her fingers so tightly. Will circled her navel with his tongue, the incredible sensations wet and erotic. When he plunged the warm wet tip into the dip of her navel, she groaned. That felt amazing, but she needed that tongue somewhere else, dammit. He chuckled at her distress, the rumble of his laughter tickling her stomach. “I’ll get there, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Relax. Just enjoy the journey.” She sighed and tried, really tried. There was no way she was going to relax, but she knew she should be trying to focus on where they were at the moment instead of just looking for the pay-off. Will was right. It had been so long since they’d taken the time to simply enjoy each other. To explore each other’s bodies. To connect in an intimate way. Lately, when they did have sex it was always a rush to get each other off and get to sleep. They’d forgotten to give each other the quality time they made sure to give their children. The throbbing between her legs faded into the background as she focused on what Will was doing at the moment. On his hot, hungry mouth nibbling at her skin. On the roaming lips that swept across her abdomen. On the wet tongue dipping into her navel. She hadn’t even noticed he was running his hand over her thigh in her previous obsession with her greedy clit. But now the scrape of his fingers along her sensitive skin sent shivers shooting across her body.

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Will made his way leisurely down her restless body, sweeping his tongue over her skin on his way, she hoped, to the juncture of her thighs. At the same time that he nibbled on her stomach, he stretched one arm along her thigh and down past the calf of her leg until his large hand circled her ankle. He pulled her leg out to the side, giving him better access to the hot, wet spot between her legs. “I love the way you smell,” Will murmured. He buried his nose in her tight curls and again her hips jerked uncontrollably. “That musky scent tells me you’re ready for me. Are you, Amy?” She trembled beneath him. “I’m so ready. Touch me, Will.” The words tumbled out in a stream of edgy need. “Kiss me there. Lick me. Suck me. Oh fuck, just touch me there. Touch me now.” But he still didn’t touch her. He apparently wasn’t going to be rushed now that he had her stretched out like a banquet before him. He looked up at her from between her legs and grinned. Seeing that boyish expression on his face took her breath away. They hadn’t been this carefree, yet this intense, in ages. He hovered over her, his face so close she could feel the warmth of his breath on her inner thigh. But he didn’t lower his mouth to her. Not yet. Still not yet. She shivered in anticipation. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he looked at her. He slid one finger through her slick folds from ass to clit, barely brushing against that sensitive button. She gasped, but his touch was already gone. “Oh, Will, don’t tease me.” He placed a gentle kiss on her stomach. “Aww, I’m not trying to tease you, sweetheart. I’m trying to give you the attention you deserve.” The tenderness in his voice brought tears to her eyes. “Oh.” “I’m sorry I haven’t paid enough attention to you.” Intense arousal had affected her brain cells and she could hardly think straight, but Amy knew she couldn’t brush off his apology. “I think we both got


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so caught up in the day-to-day needs of life that we forgot about the needs of love.” She remembered Paolo’s words to her earlier. “We forgot to make time for each other.” She smiled softly. “I’ll forgive you if you can forgive me.” “There’s nothing to be forgiven,” Will said quickly. “There’s a lot,” she replied. “But I’m going to do my best to make it up to you.” He chuckled. “You already have. Now it’s my turn, remember?” He swept his finger along the slick flesh between her legs. “You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he said in a wondering tone of voice. “So wet. So beautiful.” “I’m wet for you,” she murmured, squirming beneath him. “It’s all for you.” A deep groan met her ears and then he dove in, with lips and tongue and teeth. Amy gasped and lifted her hips to meet him. He sucked on her swollen flesh, teased it gently between his teeth. She grasped her fingers more tightly when all she wanted to do was grab his head and hold him there. Sensations flew through her body, at once scattering along her skin and yet concentrating in her clit. Will’s fingers dug into her hips as he feasted on her. His tongue thrust into her core and then he lapped her juices with enthusiasm she hadn’t witnessed in ages. He moaned and the deep the vibrations buzzed through her. He lifted his head to look at her. “You taste so sweet,” he said, and began again, licking and sucking and driving her completely crazy. She lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, pulling him closer, holding him in the only way she could right now. His hair tickled her inner thighs. His fingers tightened on her hips. And he kept working his mouth on her. He swiftly brought her to the edge, winding her tighter and tighter with each lick, each suck. When he finally rubbed his tongue roughly against her clit, the

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tension snapped and the orgasm overtook her. She bucked beneath him as he continued to work on her, still licking and sucking, still keeping her flying higher and higher. Amy cried out with the release, with all the crazy emotions flying through her system. The wild sounds coming from her mouth sounded foreign to her. She felt a sharp sting as her aching fingers lost their grip and pulled at her hair. Will slowed his tongue, his lips, gradually gentled his attentions. She let her legs slide off his shoulders and she slowly relaxed, her arms dropping to her sides. Her mouth was so dry, she had to swallow before she would sigh and whisper, “Wow. You sure know how to pay attention to your wife.” He straightened and smiled at her. “Glad to know I didn’t forget how.” She wanted to sit up and gather him into her arms, but she couldn’t move a muscle yet. She was nothing but a quivering mass of orgasmic bliss. “Oh, believe me, you remembered just fine.” “I’ll never forget again. I promise.” Will grasped her hands and pulled her up and into his arms. She sighed as his hard muscles brushed along her sensitized skin. His cock was hard again, too, dark and heavy on her hip. His face was still shiny with her juices. She’d never seen him like that before. When he lowered his mouth to hers, when he kissed her deeply, passionately, she noticed the unfamiliar taste of herself on his lips. She let her tongue wander as she plunged it through his parted lips, sweeping around the warm and wet recesses of the mouth she loved so much. When she wrapped her arms around his firm, warm body, she sighed with the kind of contentment she’d been missing for far too long. She pressed her hands to his sweat-slicked back and her hip into his erection. She’d never get tired of touching him. Never again.


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Too soon he lifted his lips from hers and stepped away. He took her hand and winked. “Let’s see what’s going on next door.” It was only a few steps to the window. Will drew her up to the glass, so close she could have reached out and touched the cool surface. The couple was still on the large mattress in the center of the room. The young man had lifted his girl’s hips and buried his face between her legs. Amy’s heart pounded as she watched the blonde writhe beneath him, her fingers tightly gripping his hair, her mouth open in a silent cry. “God, that’s so hot,” Will murmured. He stepped behind Amy and rubbed his cock against her ass. His breath was rough and ragged in her ear. “Look how she moves.” As the blonde’s body rocked wildly, Will thrust his erection over and over along the crease between Amy’s cheeks. The momentum pushed her forward and she had to put her hands out to catch herself against the window. Braced against the glass, Amy arched her back and pushed against Will, pulsing her bottom in time with his thrusts. Her arousal built so quickly again, she could hardly believe it. She kept her hands spread on the glass, her eyes focused on the couple in front of them, but the man pressed into her bottom held all her attention. The young man in front of her crawled up the mattress, his body rubbing against his girl’s tight body as he moved. Then, without even pausing, he plunged his cock between the blonde’s legs. At the same time, Will grabbed Amy’s hips, pulling her up onto her tiptoes, and thrust his cock deep into her with a single stroke. Her breath caught as the force shoved her against the glass. His hard cock filled her completely, touching the deepest part of her. She loved him so much. How could she have almost let this slip away?

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She was so close to the window now that her face was pressed up against the cold surface, like a little girl staring into a candy shop, her breath fogging up the glass. She watched the blonde wrap her legs around her guy’s hips and felt Will’s fingers grip her more tightly. He slowly thrust in and out of her, dragging his hard erection against the sensitive flesh of her hot core. The incredible friction built up the arousing tension in her again. “Oh god, Will,” she moaned. His movements became faster, rougher. He plunged harder into her, over and over again. He lifted her hips a little higher and his cock dove deep and rubbed against her in a new way. Amy gasped as another strong orgasm overtook her, surprising her. Her breath caught in her throat and she curled her fingers against the smooth surface of the glass. As her inner muscles clenched around Will, he cried out and came as well, spilling his hot seed into her. He wrapped his arms around her as their orgasms rocked their bodies. He bent over her and kissed her shoulder, his hips still rocking against hers. Amy gasped for breath and rested her forehead on the glass. Once the tremors from the orgasms faded, he slipped out of her and helped her stand. She turned in his arms, still weak from the intense lovemaking. Amy knew they’d have a lot of making up to do with each other. She held on to him tightly, afraid she might still lose him, even after all they’d gone through tonight. She knew how easy it was to let the distractions of everyday life come between them. She was still afraid of what might happen after they left this room. Will kissed her lightly. “I love you, Amy.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you too, Will.”


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She didn’t want them to ever have to leave this place. Could anything come as close to perfect as these last few minutes had been? What would happen once the real world interfered again? She didn’t want to think about it. Finally, Will spoke. “I want to tell you why I was late tonight.” She didn’t want to hear about it, but the world was going to barge in whether she was ready or not. “Okay, but it doesn’t matter anymore.” “It matters.” Will led her over to the sofa and then sat beside her. He held her hand and stroked her fingers lightly, but it didn’t relax her. She was suddenly nervous. Maybe it did matter. “When you called me this afternoon and asked me to meet you here tonight, I knew that we’d reached a crisis.” He grinned slightly. “I realized things must be desperate for you to actually make an appointment at a fantasy club.” He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. “I knew I’d been spending too much time at work but I guess it was easier just to stay in the same routine than to do something about it.” Amy nodded. “I know exactly what you mean.” “So after we made our plans to meet tonight, I knew I had to make an effort too. I talked to the CEO this afternoon about cutting back on the hours I spend at work. He wasn’t happy about it, but I told him it was either forty hours a week or I’d find another job.” “Will!” He’d fought so hard for that job. He’d been so proud of the promotion he’d earned. Amy couldn’t believe he’d actually threatened to quit. “Ssh. I had to take the chance.” He pressed his fingertips against her lips and smiled. “The negotiations took a lot longer than I thought they would, but I wasn’t going to accept any less. I was ready to walk out of the meeting in order to get here to meet you on time and I think that’s when the boss finally

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understood I really meant it. So I’m sorry that it took a little longer to get everything ironed out. But in the end, he agreed to everything I wanted.” Amy’s eyes prickled. He’d been ready to quit a job he loved for her. She swept her fingers over the face she loved so much. The man she loved. “I’ll never again say I’m too tired to be with you. We’ll work it out. From now on, it’s you and the kids. Nothing else matters.” She kissed him hard and then looked him in the eye. “Nothing else matters,” she repeated. “Now that I can be home earlier, I can help too. With the kids. With the house. You shouldn’t have to do it all.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “We’ll work it out. And we have to promise we won’t avoid each other instead of talking it out.” The smile that spread across her face felt wonderful. “I promise.” “So do we book a room again?” Will asked with a wink. “I’m thinking once a month would work.” Wow, this night certainly hadn’t turned out like she thought it would. Like she’d hoped, maybe, but she’d never thought it would end with them making the Playhouse a regular stop. She turned her head to see what was going on in the room next door. Will followed her gaze. They saw the blonde blow them a kiss and then the curtain closed, covering the window completely. Will pulled her on top of his lap, facing him, her legs on either side of his hips. He looked at her again with that loving expression she’d never get tired of. The heat from his gaze was hotter than his warm body. “Thank you for taking the first step tonight.” He gathered her breasts into his hands. He was already growing hard again against her pussy. “I understand there are a lot of different fantasy rooms in this place. Next time I’ll make the plans and surprise you. Is it a date?”


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Amy laughed out loud. She felt younger and freer than she had in ages. They had another chance. “It’s a date.”

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About the Author

Natasha Moore fell in love with the written word as soon as she could read. As she grew up, she discovered romance and now enjoys the chance to add some extra sizzle to her stories. She lives in New York State with her real life hero who is happy to tell everyone that he’s her inspiration. They travel in their RV whenever possible. The great thing about writing is she can take it anywhere. To learn more about Natasha Moore, please visit www.natashamoore.com. Send an email to Natasha Moore at [email protected] or join her Yahoo! group to join in the fun with other readers as well as Natasha Moore! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/natashamoore Find her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter too. And stop by Natasha Moore’s group blog, Fierce Romance. fierceromance.blogspot.com

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He’ll put her on display, if that’s what it takes to keep her…

Flaunt It

© 2011 Natasha Moore When it comes to sexy and sassy, Piper, the most popular waitress at Ben’s bar, has it all going on. Now that they’re dating, though, Ben wishes she’d dial down the skimpy clothes and flirty attitude, and her habit of dancing around the bar and flashing to her favorite song. Every teasing peek at her body, every laugh at some customer’s lousy joke, is certainly good for business—but it sends his jealousy meter into the red zone. They’re dating, sure, but he’s no muscled, tattooed stud with diamonds in his ears. How can he compete, especially when she refuses to even spend the night at his place? Desperate, Ben books a room at his friend Paolo’s fantasy club, hoping an erotic night in front of a two-way mirror will get her exhibitionist streak out of her system. Praying it won’t prove his greatest fears—that she lives only to show off. And he’s not that special to her at all… Warning: Flirting and pole dancing, hot sex and showing off for an invisible audience. Stop by the playhouse and live out your fantasies! Enjoy the following excerpt for Flaunt It: Instead of walking over to Ben, Piper headed for the new guy with the tats. Ben supposed women would think he was sexy with his long dark hair, a tribal tattoo spanning his massive biceps, and the diamond stud in his ear. Even though he already had his drink, she hung out at the end of the bar for much longer than Ben thought she needed to. She laughed at something the guy said then leaned into him and placed her hand on his muscular arm. The bastard

reached out and brushed her soft hair back over the curve of her ear. Ben glared at them, but neither of them looked his way. How could he compete with these guys? He was just an average guy. No big muscles. No tats or piercings. He was pretty bland and boring compared to a lot of guys who came into the bar. Piper was anything but boring. Ben got Jake a refill and then made his way down to the end of the bar. He was about to ask the leather and diamond-stud guy if he wanted another whiskey when he heard him ask Piper what time she got off work. Ben froze when all he wanted to do was reach across the bar and rip the guy’s throat out. He waited to see what Piper would say. She smiled and patted the guy’s arm. Then she rose up on her toes and whispered something in the guy’s ear. He shifted his gaze to Ben then smiled and tipped his head. In recognition? Or in triumph? Ben couldn’t tell for sure. But Piper left the bar to make the rounds of the tables and the tattoo guy left soon after. When she came back with a few orders, he noticed the weariness etched around her eyes. “Are you okay?” He poured her a cola and slid the glass across the bar. “Did all that dancing tire you out?” He winced at how nasty that sounded and added a laugh to let her know he didn’t really mind her putting on a show for all the guys in the bar. Not really. She must have been too tired to notice the edge to his voice. Either that or she just ignored it. She took a sip of soda. “That new guy in the apartment upstairs is so noisy when I’m trying to sleep. I think he’s raising a herd of elephants up there.” Ben opened his mouth to reply but she held up her hand to stop him before he could get a word out. “I know what you’re going to say.”

He sighed and said it anyway. “You know you can spend the night at my house. No noisy neighbors. Big warm bed.” He grabbed her hand. “Come home with me tonight and get some sleep.” “Ah, but would I get any sleep?” she asked with a grin. She tried to make it a joke but Ben knew better. He wanted her to move in with him and yet she’d never even agreed to spend the night at his house. He didn’t say anything to Piper about the Playhouse until their relief arrived. She climbed up on a barstool with a curious grin on her pink lips. Her lip color matched the wide pink stripe of hair at her temple, a bright contrast to the rest of her short, spiky, platinum blonde hair. “I didn’t know Chuck and Tanya were working tonight.” She grabbed a couple of swizzle sticks and drummed them on the bar. “I thought we were working late. What’s going on?” “Last-minute plans,” he said smoothly. “Hope that’s okay.” “Sure. Spontaneous is cool.” She tossed the sticks aside and leaned closer. She smelled like sunshine, even after dancing and working the floor for hours. “Can you tell me about it or is it a big secret?” He took a deep breath. “Remember my friend, Paolo? I’ve told you about him.” “Yeah, I remember. The guy who has the sex place, right?” “Right. We’re going there tonight.” Her eyes widened. “Is it like one of those dungeons I’ve heard about?” He couldn’t tell if she hoped it was, or not. “No. There aren’t any public rooms at the Playhouse. Just private playrooms for private fantasies.” “That’s right. I remember. There are different rooms for different fantasies, right?” He eyed her cautiously. “Yeah.”

Her whole face lit up. “Ooh, I’m excited. Which one?” Nothing seemed to faze her and for some reason it irritated him. Probably because everything she did fazed him. “Are you sure you’re not too tired?” “No! I’m fine, Ben. Which room?” No way was he telling her now. “You’ll see.” “Wait.” She grabbed onto the front of his shirt, pulled him forward and kissed him, hard and fast. She tasted like peppermint. “You’re not going to tell me?” She was too damn cute when she pouted. “It’s a surprise, all right?” He didn’t want to give her time to worry about the reasons he picked the room he did. “But how can I get ready for the fantasy? What if I need…I don’t know…ropes or something?” “Do you want ropes?” he snapped. She released his shirt abruptly and he took a step away. “Want me to tie you up? Or maybe you want to tie me up?” Jake and everyone else within hearing distance was taking in every word. She frowned. He didn’t blame her. “No, not really. I’m just sayin’.” He didn’t know why he was being such a jerk. Maybe guilt did that to a guy. He softened his tone. “You let me worry about that, babe. Besides, everything we need will already be there.” Her eyes had lost some of their spark but her bright smile almost made up for it. “Okay. What should I wear?” He shrugged. “What you have on is fine.” From the horrified look on her face, you’d think he’d told her to wear a paper bag. “No. These are work clothes.” He reached across the bar and hooked his finger in the deep V of her top. Then he pulled her forward this time and kissed the tip of her turned-up nose.

The patrons loved their give and take across the bar, but this time wasn’t for their benefit. “It doesn’t matter what you wear, Piper.” If he had his way, she’d be naked before long. “Maybe not to you, but it does to me. How much time do I have?” “Not long. I thought we could just leave from here.” “Not in my work clothes, Ben. Not without a shower.” She hopped off the bar stool and waved to Chuck who was taking over as bartender. Piper met Ben at the end of the bar and she leaned into him, kissing him hard, the way he liked it. Her breasts pressed into his chest. His cock barely had time to appreciate the brush of her hips before she pulled away. “Pick me up in half an hour. I’ll be ready. Promise.” Ben watched her bounce out the door. That was Piper, up for anything. Except commitment. Would tonight get that exhibitionist streak out of her system? Or would he have to resign himself to the fact that she lived for showing off for everybody? That he wasn’t special at all.

Redefining room service…

Suite 69

© 2011 S.L. Carpenter and Sahara Kelly The Zephyre Corporation’s annual convention may be designed to let colleagues kick back in the Florida sun, but Riley McGuire doesn’t plan to let anything interfere with her chance to shine for corporate management. Not even the devastatingly sexy guy playing air guitar—naked—in her hotel suite. Oliver Wilson expected to share a deluxe suite with what he assumed was an amiable Irish-American beer drinker, not an acid-tongued Boston beauty who can’t hold her liquor. Their agreement to muddle through is shot to hell by a tug of attraction that, in the convention’s decadent atmosphere, grows too strong to resist. Oliver discovers there’s more going on under Riley’s suits than good marketing ideas. And Oliver’s gentlemanly teasing gets under Riley’s skin…in a sexy way. Behind closed doors, lust explodes between the sheets. But is a pair of vibrating panties a temporary pleasure, or the start of something that doesn’t require batteries? Warning: Please check with your hotel concierge to ask if the handsome naked man playing air guitar comes with the room. There may be an extra surcharge not covered under federal business reimbursement regulations. Be sure to tip the bellboy. Enjoy the following excerpt for Suite 69: The elevator ride was a brief, nightmarish interruption in Oliver’s plans. He found himself clenching his teeth in an effort to keep his hands off Riley while the car rose to their floor. The presence of five other people made it an utter necessity, but it was the hardest thing he’d ever done. His mind was overflowing

with images of what he wanted to do when he had her alone and the knowledge of what she’d slipped into his pocket. She was holding the key card as soon as the doors slid apart, and the two of them hurried down the passageway, only to curse as her fingers fumbled when she tried to unlock their room. Finally they were inside, reaching for each other even before the thud of the door locking them away had faded. Riley grabbed Oliver, dragging his head to hers, kissing him frantically, hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and moaning as he pressed against her face in his turn. They stumbled, moved and ended up with his back to the wall, her body a fierce lick of heat against his chest. “God, now.” She tugged at his clothing, managing to pull his jacket off and his shirt free of his pants. He helped, pulling his shirt off, then slipping the tiny straps of her dress down over her arms. She hissed in frustration as her arms caught, panting until she managed to push the silk down and bare her breasts. She leaned against him, the hard buds of her nipples searing his skin. “Oh, better.” She kissed him again. “Yeah.” His hands stroked her spine and moved downward, inside the rumpled fabric, to find her buttocks. He forced her body against his erection, moving slightly, loving the deep groan she made and the way her thighs parted for him. She bit his lower lip and sucked it as he pushed the rest of her dress to the floor, baring her to his gaze. Not that he could see much, since his brain was rapidly fogging up with a single focus—to get all that heat around his cock. He turned them, putting her back to the wall, intending to unfasten his pants. But she was way ahead of him, her hands already loosening the button at

the waistband and delving inside to cup him. It was his turn to groan as she found him, held him—and squeezed. “Jesus.” He tore at his fly and kicked at his clothing as it dropped to his feet. Her tongue left his mouth and traced a path down his neck to his shoulders and his chest as he toed off his shoes. She licked his nipple, then nipped it gently, sighing with delight as she discovered his naked body. His shorts were gone, he wore nothing but his socks, and damned if he had the time or the inclination to deal with those. Her thong vanished with a snap as he grabbed it and pulled it away from her. He heard her gasp as his arousal slipped between her thighs and rubbed against the bare skin of her pussy. “Oliver, please…do it now. I’m gonna explode here any second…” “Wait, we need…” “In your jacket pocket.” She dug her fingers into his ass and rubbed herself over his cock, hot moisture slicking him with her juices. “I know. Wait…” Managing to retain two or three functioning brain cells, he grabbed for his jacket, dropped it twice, cursed and then discovered the foil packet. All while being wonderfully assaulted by a desperately horny naked woman wearing red high-heeled shoes. He’d seen a porno movie like this once, but never imagined he’d be in the starring role one day. “Hurry.” She urged him on with a teasing brush to his balls with her fingertips and a quick bite to his earlobe. Damn, this woman could multitask with a helluva lot more skill than he could. He wanted to suck those hard nipples, explore her pussy with whatever body part was available and fuck her blind. He was barely managing to open the condom and find his own cock, let

alone sheath it. Everything else would have to wait. Except the fucking her blind bit. That was top priority. Ready at last, he pressed his palms against her shoulders and held her steady against the wall. She widened her stance, her breath coming quickly in little puffs against his cheek as he positioned himself. “Lift your leg just a little to the left …” He bent his knees slightly as she obeyed and slipped one creamy thigh up against his hip. Letting go of her shoulder, he reached down between them and put the head of his cock where it wanted to be…against the wet lips of her pussy. And thrust upward.

Enjoying the Show © 2007 Marie Harte

It’s “Look, but don’t touch.” Until the object of Hailey’s fantasies catches her looking and demands she touch him. Everywhere. Hailey Jennison is smart, funny and, unfortunately, stacked like a blonde brick house. She’s well aware the impact her looks have on the male gender, and she hates it. Socially awkward, she keeps to a safe, boring routine, meeting friends once a week for dinner, some laughs, and entertainment. Entertainment comes in the form of a little harmless voyeurism, watching the living, breathing sex god across the quad parade around his apartment halfnaked. Hailey watches and yearns, indulging in this weekly fantasy that almost—but not quite—satisfies her every desire. When Gage catches Hailey in the act of ogling him, he gives her a choice—go out with him, or he’ll call the cops. But he has no intention of calling the law down on every man’s wet dream. For he’s been watching her, as well. And he has plans to fulfill her naughty fantasies. Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and a man named “Mr. Tool”. Enjoy the following excerpt for Enjoying the Show: “I’m sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else.” He narrowed a gorgeous, steel-gray gaze that made her womb clench and frowned. “Honey, I don’t think you understand. Apartment 306? Faith Sumner ring a bell?” Crap, he did know about Faith and where she lived. “Now we can discuss this here, with an audience.” He nodded to several people laughing as they crossed the parking lot. “Or we can go somewhere private and discuss the

matter…without getting the police involved. Frankly, I’m tired of being stared at.” Crossing his arms, Gage looked completely menacing, and mouthwateringly real. Without the distance separating his apartment from the Friday night shows, Hailey’s normally nonexistent sexuality kicked into overdrive. Good lord, but this man was even making her mouth water. She eyed his irritation, figured what she knew about him after several months of observation, and knew she’d never get another chance to be this close to the object of her fascination. Nodding, she let him drag her the distance to his apartment, not wanting to appear eager. But as they drew closer to his place, she wondered at her sanity. He’d seen her watching, knew all about Faith and her friends. Why the hell was she going to entertain his questions? Then again, considering the alternative he gave her was to talk to the police, she had no choice but to take him up on his offer to discuss matters privately. With any luck, Sydney would spot them walking the distance to his wing, or better yet, see Hailey in his apartment and race to the rescue. Unfortunately, Hailey’s worries paled next to her sudden, combustible libido. God, being so close to him was like walking in a wet dream. His rock hard body enticed, demanding adulation. And not wanting to look directly into his burning gray eyes, she was more than happy to focus on his broad shoulders and sculpted delts, his corded forearms, and especially on the taut ass encased in those jeans. She followed him up the stairs, her gaze helplessly drawn to his powerful thighs. With some difficulty, she swallowed around a dry mouth. She still couldn’t believe she was accompanying her fantasy man back to his apartment.

Sydney would be expecting her back with the booze, and instead Hailey walked behind Mr. Tool, caught in a firm grip promising retribution. At his door he paused, his eyes darkening with menace. Instead of appearing scary, he only looked sexier. “Wait right here. You move one step, I’m calling the cops on you and your peeping friends.” Frozen, she nodded and waited. As if she had a choice in the matter. She could just see her name plastered over the local news. Dull and prudish Hailey Jennison caught peeping at hard-working, blue-collar stiff. At the word “stiff” she inwardly groaned. She did not need to be focused on sex around an angry, halfdressed Adonis who didn’t seem to have a woman on the horizon. He jerked his door open and pulled her inside, locking the door behind her. From what she could see through dimmed lights, he had a nice, masculine place. Up close, his apartment had more charm than she’d seen through his windows. White-washed walls framed a spacious apartment with brown leather furniture. He had oak hardwood floors, dark cabinetry that looked extremely expensive and definitely hand-crafted. His small kitchen was bright and cheery, with an apple-green tile backsplash against white cabinets. No dishes cluttered the sink, and the rest of his place looked tidy, as if he’d recently cleaned. For a split second she wondered if he had a girlfriend they’d never seen, or worse, if he might in fact be gay. But Faith had seen him watching porn, she remembered, and unconsciously glanced toward his windows. She blinked, noting them completely covered. “No need to give your friends more of a show than we have to,” he said in a gritty voice. She whipped her head to him, studying him warily. What the hell had she been thinking? She stood alone in an apartment with a virtual stranger, one who seemed in a pretty fierce mad as he glared at her. He towered over her, his

muscles clearly outlined in the soft lighting of the room. She took a cautious step back, aware he’d locked his door, and swallowed loudly. Seeing her fear, his scowl deepened. Anxiety flared. What did she really know about Gage? He worked in construction, put in a full day’s work, and didn’t screw around, or at least he hadn’t for the past three months. He apparently liked porn—she still had a bone to pick with Faith about that—and despite leaving his curtains wide open at night, had issues with being spied upon. He took a step closer and surprised her by sighing. “Now, Hailey, why don’t you tell me what you’ve really been doing in Faith’s apartment every Friday night for the past few months.” He walked toward her and she froze. He mumbled something under his breath, and her gaze followed him as he walked around her to his door, then leaned back against it, blocking any chance at escape. His muscled arms crossed over his massive chest, and he stared at her with an intensity she found unnerving. “How do you know my name?” And how did he know about Fridays at Faith’s? She stalled, trying to think of a way out of this mess. It was one thing to fantasize about doing a guy this hot, but another to actually do it. Should she apologize nicely, flirt, or maybe offer some kind of financial restitution? He smiled, a lazy grin that widened as he glanced from her eyes to her mouth, and lingered over her breasts. “I know a lot about you, Hailey. I know you used to live in Abberwick before you moved across town. I know you’re good friends with Faith and your three other pals, the women who hang around Friday nights watching me.” She flushed at the accusation in his tone. “If you didn’t want to be watched, you should have closed the curtains.” A pitiful defense, but it was all she had.

“Tsk, tsk.” He shook his head. “Never admit to the crime. And especially not to your victim, unless you mean to make things right.” “Look,” she began in a shaky voice, “I’m sorry if you think I did something you object to. You’re a good-looking man. And if I happened to glance at you a time or two through Faith’s window into your brightly lit, exposed apartment, I apologize.” He grinned, and her heart raced like she’d run a marathon. God, why couldn’t he be an arrogant jerk with no sense of humor? Her fear faded as if it had never been there, and suddenly her sex drive shot into high gear, shocking the crap out of her. “Hailey, you have one hell of a fire in those hot, whiskey-brown eyes.” Sure, but have you ever looked into her eyes? Frigid bitch, resounded in her thoughts, and she wondered how Gage saw her as someone so different from the woman her coworkers saw on a daily basis. “I think you’ve made a mistake, Mr., ah…” she paused, waiting for him to fill in the blank. When he continued to grin, his hungry gaze wandering over her body, she froze him with the look she regularly gave Eddie at work. Unlike Eddie, however, Gage didn’t frown or glare back in disgust. His mouth quirked at the corner, and to her bemusement, she had an almost irresistible urge to kiss him there. “My name’s Gage. And if you want to know my last name, you have to take me to dinner.” “Take you to dinner?” she repeated blankly. “Yeah, if you want to stay out of jail for being a Peeping Tom, and if you want to know exactly who you’ve been spying on.” “I told you, I wasn’t spying—”

“Save it.” He held up a callused hand. “Dinner or jail? Your choice, sweetheart.” Sweetheart? The annoyance she should have been feeling at the inappropriate pet name was smothered under another wave of lust. On his lips, the endearment sounded like a come-on. One she was all-too-willing to hear all over again. What the hell am I doing? He’s locked me in his apartment, and now he’s blackmailing me into dinner? That or jail? Is this how he gets all his girlfriends? A glance over his superbly conditioned body made her rethink the notion. And then, to her astonishment, she found herself nodding hesitantly while her mind shrieked at her to say no.

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