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  He put his big hands on her hips and turned her around. Before she could protest, ask him what he intended, or ask what she should do, he moved his fingers upward and massaged kink after kink out of her shoulders and neck. Her muscles became pliant beneath his touch, and rather than trembling, she swayed backward toward him.

  He put his mouth against her ear. “That’s it, princess. Relax.”

  “You do that very well.” Her voice had dropped a couple of octaves from its earlier croak, and even to her own ears, she sounded, well, sexy.

  So when he lowered his lips to the space just behind her earlobe, she didn’t flinch or jump but accepted the caress. As sweet as it was, the kiss lingered in that sensitive spot until her head grew heavy and tipped to the side, exposing her throat to him.

  “Now we’re talking,” he murmured. Reaching around, he grasped the ends of the bow that fastened the top of her blouse and undid it. That bared more of her skin, and he trailed kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder. She almost groaned with pleasure. This was exactly what she’d come for: pure sex with a man who knew what he was doing. She didn’t have to worry about propriety or spying eyes. She could simply take whatever he gave her, and if this tiny sample indicated what he could do, she’d made the right decision.

  Somehow, he’d made her surrender simple. No discussions or intellectual decisions. She only had to allow herself to enjoy his caresses. How could she not? His touch was exquisite. Just the right amount of pressure, kissing, nibbling, and touching her with his tongue. She leaned against him, silently asking for more and giving him permission to explore.

  “I love the way you respond, princess,” he said. “You’re making me hot.”

  “Yes.” She’d agreed to something with that word. Who knew what? Who cared as long as he continued to set fire to her nerves?

  “Oh, yeah.” His hands rose to cup her breasts and squeezed. Their first step across a sexual border, and it felt so good. Her flesh seemed to swell and press against her bra, becoming sensitive enough to ache with need.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  Instead of answering, she gave him a moan that turned into a sigh.

  “Good.” He found her nipples through the layers of clothing, rubbing his thumbs over the peaks until they stiffened.

  A conscious thought formed at the back of her mind. I’ve become aroused. And was she ever. This was what she’d imagined while reading the explicit parts of her novels. Sensuality that could pull you under, drowning out the real world and washing away any objection with its power.

  Excitement like this shouldn’t be possible. It should exist only in fiction, but here she stood, feeling the tug. Giving in to it. Letting it rob her of thought, of breath.

  “You’re amazing,” he said. “Let’s see if you’re wet.”

  The word scarcely registered, but when he reached to her skirt and tugged up the hem, his destination penetrated the fog in her mind. She had no time to object or even to tense as his fingers brushed against the fabric covering her mound. They landed on the lips between her thighs, so swollen and sensitive. Her legs gave out, and she sagged against him.

  With an evil laugh, he caught her around the waist and held her upright. “Let me guess. Panty hose and panties.”

  “Oh, God.”

  “I didn’t think women wore panty hose anymore,” he said. “That’s okay. I like a challenge.”

  Challenge. She was a challenge. Whatever that meant as long as he didn’t stop. He didn’t. His hand returned to her mound, rubbing back and forth, back and forth. Heat swirled inside her, building.

  “You’re wet, princess,” he said. “All the way through your clothes. Damn, but I want to fuck you.”

  She’d never used that word. Not once. She’d always thought it filthy. On his lips, it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. He wanted to take his erection out of his pants—Lord, let it be big—and put it inside her. Plunge it into the place that ached for it.

  She’d have that, and the knowledge let her spirit soar toward the ceiling. She’d experience the glory of truly great sex. They could go all night until she couldn’t stand any more. In the meantime, he kept pushing her toward orgasm without having removed an article of her clothing. She would climax. She’d passed the point where she’d have any choice. The only question remaining was how good he could make it.

  Then his finger landed on just the right spot. The most sensitive flesh above the entrance to her body. Shuddering in his arms, she released a cry.

  “Found it,” he said. “Let’s get down to business.”

  If business meant driving her wild, he already had her there. Now he severed her last tether to reality. A red haze surrounded her mind as he pressed against her hot button, stroking and rolling it.

  Blindly, she clutched at his arm. “Don’t stop.”

  “Trust me.”

  “Yes, yes. Just don’t stop.”

  He didn’t. If anything, he increased the pressure against her, rubbing hard and fast. She throbbed now, each second closer to flying apart. The arousal tightened like a fist inside her. Just one more second, one more press of his finger. Here. Now. Now!

  The orgasm started low in her belly and radiated outward to her whole body. Her throat opened, and she shouted as the spasms started in her sex. The waves came hard, each one cresting over the other until she hit the peak. She hung there for several seconds, and he never stopped his stroking until she’d finished and leaned back again, her head resting against his shoulder.

  He eased her around until her face settled onto his chest. Beneath her ear, his heart raced. An odd fact she’d have to analyze when her mind was once again under her control. In the meantime, she could only wonder at the softness of his T-shirt against her cheek and the gentleness of his palms stroking her back.

  When breath returned, she sighed. “Oh, my. That was . . . wonderful.”

  “Imagine what I can do when we’re undressed.”

  Good heavens, he had a point. He hadn’t undone anything except for the bow of her blouse. How absolutely bizarre. Howard had made love to her during the day, but he’d never come up behind her and given her an orgasm standing fully clothed in the middle of a room. He’d approached sex the way he’d approached everything: deliberately and with precision.

  She stepped away from Bobby and glanced down at herself. Aside from her lack of shoes, she could simply do up the bow of her blouse and join polite company. No one would know what had just happened to her or the fact that her sex still fluttered with aftershocks.

  Bobby crossed his arms over his chest and studied her face. “What’s going on, princess?”

  “Nothing.” Her cheeks warmed.

  “You’re embarrassed.”

  “Why should I be embarrassed?” she said. “I came here for sex, after all.”

  “Yeah, but it’s not the same thing as getting your hair done, is it?”

  She lifted her chin and held his gaze. “We should all try new things. Otherwise, we’ll never learn and grow.”

  He laughed. Loudly. “That’s the most creative excuse I’ve ever heard for paying some guy to fuck your brains out.”

  “I beg your pardon.”

  “Personal growth.” He continued laughing. “Why don’t you toss in a little Zen? We can practice some yoga later.”

  “I don’t see why you have to be so crude.”

  “Crude is what you wanted.”

  She straightened to her full height, not that it matched his. Not even close. “I did not.”

  “This club is full of men who know how to make a woman happy. If you wanted refinement, you could have chosen any one of them who’d wear a tux and quote poetry,” he said. “You chose me.”

  “I can change my mind, I imagine.”

  “You sure can.” He put his hands on his hips. “Up to you.”

  Maybe he’d deliberately taken a posture to show off his body at its best. And to reveal the outline of his erection behind the fabric of hi
s jeans, and oh my, was it ever impressive.

  Yes, she could call Madeline on the house phone and ask for a change from Bobby to someone more like the men she encountered in her normal life. And yes, the new man would be an expert at sex and no doubt well-endowed. But no one else would look quite like Bobby—forbidden and delicious.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not used to this,” she said.

  “Not too many women are.”

  She lifted her chin and looked him in the eye. “Let’s proceed, shall we?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “By all means, princess. Any idea what you’d like to do next?”

  Well. He wanted her to decide. She hadn’t considered that she might have to make decisions. She could ask him to direct things, of course, but that might make her appear even more inhibited than he already thought she was, and she’d already made herself look like a nervous virgin. She shouldn’t care what he thought, of course, but she’d already been more intimate with him than she had with any man other than her husband. That had to mean something.

  She glanced around the room, and her gaze automatically fell on the bed. Maybe she ought to simply ask him to “fuck her brains out,” as he’d said. The words would probably stick in her throat. Then she remembered the terrace.

  “The hot tub. Why don’t we sit in that for a while and get to know each other.”

  “You didn’t bring a bathing suit, did you?” he asked.

  “No. Should I have?”

  “Princess, you’re adorable.” He draped an arm over her shoulder and guided her toward the doorway leading to the terrace. “I don’t want anything between you and me, not even the skimpiest bikini.”

  “You were kidding me.”

  “You take things too seriously.” He reached down and swatted her bottom. “Get in the hot tub. I’ll join you in a second.”

  Chapter Two

  CASSANDRA SANK INTO the water up to her neck. It didn’t do much of anything to hide her body, but she couldn’t do much about that other than put her clothes back on and tell Bobby she’d changed her mind. She wouldn’t do that unless she wanted to wonder “what if” for the rest of her life. She’d done that, and it had driven her crazy. If she left now, she’d only come back, so she might as well stick around for the ride.

  At least she didn’t have to be ashamed of her figure. With the gym and spa membership, which included her personal trainer, she worked out regularly. If Bobby liked big breasts, he wouldn’t be impressed with hers, but then this wasn’t about what Bobby liked, really, was it?

  He appeared after a while, and stood next to the tub. After reaching into his pocket, he produced a few small packets and tossed them onto the rim. Condoms. Lord, why hadn’t she thought about that? She stared at them for a moment, and when she looked up, he’d begun to strip out of his clothing.

  He undressed casually, with an unstudied grace. He had to know he was putting on a performance for her as he tugged his T-shirt up, exposing his chest. A dusting of hairs covered the firm curves, pointing downward toward the waistband of his jeans. When he pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it to the tiles, he caught her watching him.

  He gave her that grin again, the big bad wolf smile, and a ray of sunshine made his earring sparkle. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

  She shrugged. “No tattoos?

  “One. He turned, showing her his back. A large wing or claw shape stretched across his back and onto his shoulder. Stylized, rather than realistic. When he flexed, the pattern moved.

  “Impressive,” she said.

  Grinning, he turned back to face her. “What about you?”

  “None.”

  “Figures.”

  “I could have one if I wanted.” She could get something pretty where it wouldn’t show. She didn’t need her parents’ approval any longer. Still, if they found out about Bobby and Club Ecstasy, her father would burst a blood vessel and her mother would cry, so she wouldn’t tell them. This was her secret.

  And right now, her most decadent secret continued to strip. He popped the snap of his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. Her mouth went dry as she watched, while her sex dampened. The space between her legs was already wet from the water, of course, but moisture also collected inside her. She caught only a glimpse of his erection before he bent to push his jeans down his legs. Finally, he straightened, exposing himself.

  He was amazing. She had little to compare him to, but surely he had to rank as the most beautifully endowed man in the world. The thick shaft stood straight away from his body, topped by a swollen head surrounded by a prominent ridge. Even the pucker at the tip was perfect.

  “Was this what you ordered?” he asked.

  “I wouldn’t put it quite that way.” Liar. She had ordered a man with a body exactly like his: lean and strong. And his other clients had complimented him on his stamina, according to Madeline. But could she really do this with a stranger? Could she really go from “How do you do?” to the most intimate acts possible within a matter of minutes? Her body said yes. Her body had yielded to him at his first touch. She’d have to let her body do the thinking for her from here on.

  He climbed into the tub and sat with his arms stretched out along the rims, his fingers nearly brushing the condoms. “So, do you want to make small talk or get right on to the main event?”

  “Why do you talk about sex that way?” she asked. “As if it’s nothing more than brushing your hair?”

  “Believe me, sex is way more important to me than a hairdo,” he said. “But the way I’d normally talk about it might put you off.”

  “Fucking?” There, she’d said it.

  “That’s really hot, princess.”

  “What is?”

  “An innocent talking dirty. Coming from your lips, the word has extra power.”

  She wasn’t an innocent. She’d shared her bed with her husband for five years. But she knew so little about the act, really. She and Howard had had a nice sex life, complete with mutual orgasms. But she’d never really wanted to look at Howard, had never thought much about the size and shape of his penis after she’d gone past the initial pain of losing her virginity. She’d never had anyone like Bobby.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he said.

  Her face heated again. He might think that came from the steam rising above the water in the cool, late San Franciscan afternoon.

  “Come on, you can do it,” he said.

  “All right.” She took a breath. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Say ‘fuck me, Bobby.’”

  “I said the word, all right?”

  He bit his lip and let his gaze rake over her. “Can’t do it, huh?”

  “I can. I just don’t want to.” God, this was embarrassing.

  “Okay. We’ll pretend that’s true.”

  She stared at him. He was enjoying her discomfort, damn him. All because of a word all her college friends used constantly. Surely, she could push it past her lips. “Fuck me, Bobby.”

  He laughed. “Not bad, princess.”

  “Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me hard.”

  “Holy shit, that’s sexy.” He nearly flew across the tub and took her into his arms. She found herself pressed up against his body as his mouth came down on hers. Overwhelming. There was nothing gentle about the embrace, in contrast to the way he’d touched her earlier. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, and she pushed at him.

  He backed away immediately, his breath coming hard. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” She licked her lips, finding them swollen. He hadn’t bruised them, but he had made them sensitive. Her nipples ached, too, her breasts feeling heavy and full. Was this the wild ride Madeline had mentioned? A man only barely in control of himself?

  He ran his fingers through his hair, sending the spikes in different directions. “This is supposed to be about what turns you on, not me.”

  “I excited you?”

  “Damn, princ
ess. Do you need to ask?”

  “It’s nice to hear.”

  He still worked for breath, and his eyes seemed out of focus. She’d managed to turn him on. Really turn him on. And all that made him even sexier than he had been before.

  This time, she floated toward him, settling almost into his lap. “How long can I keep you?”

  “Why would I want to leave when I have a sex kitten at my complete disposal?”

  “You might have other clients.”

  “I’m with only one woman at a time.” He grasped her hips and pulled her closer until she was sitting on his lap with his cock pressing against her belly. “I’m yours until you’re finished with me.”

  “Really? Like, all night?”

  “And into tomorrow and the next day, if you want,” he said. “I’m a full-service stud.”

  “You certainly are.” She reached between them and curled her fingers around his shaft. “I’m just wondering how long after orgasm it takes you to become erect again.”

  His eyes drifted shut. “Mmm. That feels good.”

  “Tell me, Bobby. How long after you come until you will be able to perform again?”

  One eye opened. “Why do you need to know?”

  “Because I think I’d like to watch you climax.” She could never have said that to another man, but Bobby made the forbidden not only possible but inevitable. She could, literally, do anything and everything with him. He wouldn’t judge and wouldn’t tell. When she used her vibrator, she’d often fantasized about faceless men with huge cocks stroking themselves. She could have those erotic images for real, but not if it meant she couldn’t also have him inside her soon afterward.

  “Why don’t we go ahead and see how much time it takes before I can get it up again?” he said, both eyes open now. “You’ll be surprised.”

  “So, I can do you with my hand?”

  “And your mouth, if you want,” he said. “You can do anything that comes into your pretty head.”

  “Sit on the edge of the tub so I can watch.” God, this was sexy. She could order him to do anything and enjoy the results. Right now, she’d stroke him and lick him—maybe suck on him—until he climaxed. The male animal reduced to his most vulnerable, and she had the power to do it.