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“
Yeah, let’s get out of
here.” Gently he took her hand in his and stood up. “Did you
drive?”

“
No. I grabbed a cab.
You?” She scooped up her purse and walked to the lobby with
him.

He opened the lobby doors and walked her to
the parking lot, still holding her hand. The farther she walked,
the more disbelief washed over her. “This can’t be your car,” she
said when he stopped at a 1966, charcoal gray, Chevy Nova.

“
Why not?” He unlocked the
door and opened it for her to get in.

“
Because, this thing’s
sweet.” Plum interior. Sleek and modern. Forget Tyler’s sports
cars. A classic turned her to mush and a ‘66 Nova was her favorite.
She slid inside and Noah closed the door. Crushed velvet seats
massaged her thighs.

When he climbed inside and looked at her,
she felt warm and fuzzy. Like a teenager on her first date, but in
a better car.

He fired it up and the hotrod purred.

“
Wow.” Another stupid
teenage thing to say, but it was the only word she managed to
form.

A smile returned to his face, and tingles
went down her spine. The illusion of the perfect guy began to
build. Something she’d done with every other relationship in her
life. She’d float on a cloud until the cloud dissipated and the
fall would take her by surprise, knock the beat from her heart.
Hey, this time she could allow an illusion. They were pretending
anyway.

She gave him directions to her house. A few
streets over and a couple of blocks down. They’d be there in no
time.

Riding in his car, excitement bubbled around
in her stomach. Energy rushed though her veins as other drivers
stared and honked.

The short drive ended too soon. She wanted
to ride in his car a bit longer, but they turned into her drive. He
opened her door for her again. Most modern women would be offended.
She, on the other hand, liked a man to take care of her. In more
ways than one, and if he was this thoughtful in everyday actions,
how much more would he be in bed?

The thought of their naked bodies entwined
invaded her mind as they walked to the door. She fumbled with the
keys and finally found the right one to unlock the door. “This is
it. Home sweet home.”

* * * *

Noah closed the door behind them as Val
flipped on the light. An oversized sofa and four brown wicker
chairs with beige cushions made a U around a coffee table. An
armoire filled the wall opposite the sofa. Magazines were spread
out on the coffee table. A few plants sat around and an abstract
painting covered the largest wall.

“
This is the living room.”
She laughed when she looked at his face.

His thoughts must have been written all over
him. It looked more like a doctor’s office than a living room.

“
I know what you’re
thinking. It doubles as a waiting room for clients.” She took his
hand and led him through an open doorway. “Kitchen and dining are
this way.”

He followed close behind her as she showed
him around. The place needed to be familiar to him if they had
dinner here with her parents. Maybe they should have dinner at a
restaurant, give themselves less to worry about.

The dining room appeared as stiff as the
living room. Plastic plants covered surfaces and everything shined.
A far cry from his grease stained clothes and furniture. “Why so
many fake plants?”

Laughing again, she squeezed his hand.
“Because I tend to kill the real ones.”

Taking a few more steps, she showed him the
kitchen and an enclosed back porch that felt more relaxed. Like a
place he could kick his shoes off, throw her on the couch and make
love all night under the moonlight.

“
This is one of my two
private spaces. I like to sit out here and look at the stars, read
a book or just have friends over. We don’t spend a lot of time in
the living room. Even on cooler nights, I fire up the wood burning
stove to warm the space. TV’s out here, as well as the computer and
stereo.”

Crickets chirped and the quiet hum of the
night filled his ears. Aromas of roses and lilies filtered through
the large screens. Val’s skin glowed in the light of the moon. It
was the natural time to kiss her. Would have kissed her, if they’d
been on a real date, but they weren’t. He was a business deal to
her. A way to get back at her ex. Did she even find him
interesting? Charming? Or did she pick him because of his
boy-next-door look?

Maybe she didn’t believe he was a threat to
her. That he wouldn’t make a move. It dawned on him it could be the
reason she’d invited him to her house. She did think he was the
sweet, next door, boy persona. Well, he’d show her he could take
charge and be a fabulous lover.

He would have kissed her, but she tugged on
his hand and led him back through the kitchen and into the
hallway.

“
I converted the second
bedroom to my salon.” She opened the door and quickly showed him
her salon—a desk and a few chairs, tools and shelf after shelf of
nail polish.

“
The bathroom’s through
this door.” She gestured to a closed door between the salon and
what must be the master bedroom. “And behind here,” she opened
another door and flipped on the light, “is my other private space,
the master bedroom.”

She said master bedroom as if the tour had
been completed. Good, because he had some exploring of his own to
do.

Chapter 3

Val turned around to see Noah taking in the
room.

“
Have I ever slept
here?”

“
Yeah, a few times.
However, I’ve only told that to my girlfriends. So you don’t have
to tell my parents you have.” Her parents were open-minded about
those sorts of things, but it still felt odd discussing her sex
life with them. Or lack of. She hadn’t been with a guy since Tyler,
and he had claimed to be tired all the time from working on his
film career. The film he’d claimed had been a documentary about an
ill child.

Some documentary. Turned out to be two
barely legal teenage girls and neither one looked sick. Blondes
with double D cups, tanned skin, and flat stomachs. Straight porn,
nothing else. No wonder he didn’t want sex with her anymore. Well,
she’d dropped those extra twenty pounds of flab and turned it to
muscle, boxing in the gym. It’d done hell to her nails, but she’d
taken some time off to make them nice for tonight.

Noah stepped in farther and walked to her
bed. “Which side do you sleep on?”

Any side you want.
“The right side. Unless you sleep on the right
side. Then I could sleep on the left. It really doesn’t matter to
me.”
Stop blabbering like an idiot.
Why was she so nervous now when she’d been so
cool and in charge at the hotel? Because the last three men who’d
been in her bedroom had lied, cheated and broken her heart. Tyler
being the latest and most devastating.

Well this was different. Sam wasn’t real,
and Noah would play a part, take his grand and walk away. She might
as well get her money’s worth. It had been too long since she’d had
sex, and she was too embarrassed to buy a toy. Even from the
internet, someone had to deliver it.

The bed creaked as Noah sat down on the
mattress and pushed a few times. “Firm.”

She turned her back and slipped off her
shoes. Looking at him on her bed made her want to pounce on him,
yet her body shook in fear. What would he think when he found out
how inexperienced she was? The man had to have women lined up and
throwing themselves at him.

Warm, rough skin caressed her waist, making
her jump at the unexpected touch.

“
They’ll never believe you
if you jump when I touch you.” He put his other hand on her waist
and pulled her onto his lap.

Every muscle in her body tensed, and she
sucked in her breath. They’d known each other a few short hours,
and she’d brought him to her house. He could be a serial killer or
a rapist. What was she thinking?

“
Relax.” His husky tone
and soft breath on her skin eased her nerves. “We’ve been intimate
before.”

Only in her dreams and her lies. But he was
right about one thing. She had to play the part of the love
stricken girlfriend in a new relationship. It shouldn’t be too hard
with Noah playing Sam.

She let out her breath and relaxed. Her body
molded to his as he wrapped his arm around her. He traced a finger
over her waist, up her side and brushed the underside of her
breast. Heat ignited in her bosom, sending tingles to her nipples.
Juices flowed between her legs. If she’d worn panties tonight,
they’d have been soaked by now.

He tipped his head and leaned down. Soft,
tender lips swept across hers. He hesitated and pulled back. The
sweet taste had been like a drop of liquor to an alcoholic. She
cupped his face and covered his mouth with hers. Darting her tongue
inside, she explored and searched. Licked. Sucked. Tasted beer and
discovered muscle. The man was rock solid from tongue to toes.

His chest rose and fell in quick bursts as
he spoke. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m sure
people will believe us as long as you look at me like you are
now.”

Oh, but she wanted to do more. See more.
Taste more. She licked her lips and kissed him again. His hands dug
into her hair, and he pulled her closer. As his breaths grew rapid,
his muscled pecs brushed her nipples—which ached to be freed from
the constraining bra, begged to be touched.

She stripped his shirt off
and pushed him back on the bed. Was she really doing this?
Meaningless sex with a man she barely knew? Her eyes took in his
washboard abs, stone pecs and bulging biceps. Yeah. Oh yeah, she
was doing
this
.

Straddling him, she touched the smooth skin
stretched over hardened chest muscles. All steel, as in her dreams,
not a strand of hair grew on his lean waist or torso. His eyes
blazed with desire as he slid her blouse over her head. The sheer
fabric of her bra exposed puckered nipples. A low moan vibrated
through his throat.

Thoughts invaded her mind again. Pestered
her with questions of why she would give herself to a complete
stranger. All reason fled as his hands caressed her legs.

Slipping off her bra, she threw it to the
side. It didn’t hide anything. Only got in the way of what she
wanted; his hands massaging her breasts.

He granted her wish. Tugged at her nipples.
Pleasure ran down to the pit of her stomach. She arched her back
and ground against his crotch. His pants separated her growing need
from the one thing that could quench her desire—the hard thick cock
between her legs.

Releasing her breasts, he slipped his hands
up inside her skirt, over her legs and stopped at her hips when he
found no underwear. He sucked in his breath and slid a hand between
her legs.

* * * *

“
Oh, fuck.” Noah moaned.
Finding no panties revved his cock into overdrive, but touching her
pussy dripping with juices exceeded his expectations. Her breasts
fit great in his large hands. Lips of silk. Curves that only a
racecar driver could handle. Fourteen days would never be long
enough to make love to her like he wanted to. And oh how he wanted
to. Wanted to leave her begging for more.

He rubbed his finger between her slick
folds. She whimpered and ground her hips across his engorged dick.
His thumb flicked over her clit, and she bucked. Again, he used his
newfound power over her. Another quick flick of his thumb, and she
bucked with a moan. Hair inched down her back as she arched her
neck, eyes closed, mouth opened in sweet pleasure.

A few more flicks and then he slid a finger
inside her velvet pussy. Tight and wet. Tighter than he’d ever felt
before. He wondered when she’d had sex last. Could she handle his
thick cock or would he hurt her? Bragging about his package wasn’t
in his nature, but he was experienced enough to know his dick was
thicker than most.

Maybe he should pleasure her in other ways
first. He unzipped her skirt and slipped it over her head. Then he
sat up, wrapped his arm around her and laid her on the bed. She
tugged at his pants, but she didn’t know what she asked for. The
take charge, fuck-her-brains-out attitude would have to take a
backseat. Right now, she needed sweet and tender love. Shaking his
head, he bent to kiss a breast. A thin layer of sweat covered her
and he could taste the salt as he kissed her skin.

She moaned, wiggled beneath him and rolled
her head from side to side as if she hadn’t been touched in a long
time. He kissed a line down to her navel. When he stopped there and
licked a circle around it, she pushed on his shoulders, urging him
to go down farther. His ego swelled with pride and his cock
thickened with need.

Her legs opened to him. He ran a hand
through the neatly trimmed curls between her thighs, parted her
pretty pink nether lips and kissed her swollen clit. Flicking his
tongue in the same way as his thumb had before, he slipped a finger
inside.

“
Oh, God!” She moaned, dug
her hands in his hair and pushed his face into her
pussy.

She threw her head back into the headboard
with a thud, her breath ragged; rocking and grinding across his
tongue and fingers. He enjoyed knowing he was the cause of her
pleasure. Enjoyed knowing she couldn’t be thinking about pinching
his cheeks right now. Enjoyed knowing she blazed with passion for
him.

Desire to see her face consumed him and he
gazed up at her beautiful body. Sweat trickled down her temples as
she moved her hips faster. More secrets revealed themselves when
she gripped a breast and squeezed, tugged at her nipple.