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bathroom counter. It wasn’t perfect but it should make her
presentable.
    Knowing her hair had to be a mess, she did her best to
straighten the curls and smash it back down on her head. She could only hope
Nathan remembered her appearance before her hair looked like she’d stuck
her finger in a light socket.
    She went back in the bedroom and found her panties draped on
the end of the bedpost. She giggled, not knowing if they were left for her or
as a trophy.
    Somehow she couldn’t imagine Nathan taking trophies.
    She dragged them on, which gave her some amount of comfort.
Except her dress was downstairs. She thought about digging through Nathan’s
closet for a shirt, but that seemed a bit intrusive for a first night together.
And given her almost blind state, she wasn’t sure how she was going to find
something to wear while she went in search of the dress.
    But he was gone, leaving her with a kiss and a whisper that
he had to go to the office for a bit…he’d be back. She knew what that meant—at
least what it meant when Jason said it—he’d be gone all day.
    She could slip downstairs, grab her dress and call a cab.
Even if she ran into Nathan, he hadn’t minded her topless last night. The memory
made her smile. She’d never gone on a house tour quite like that. Or ended one
in such an explosive manner.
    Her pussy heated as she thought about Nathan sinking to his
knees, pulling her panties down—him fully dressed while she was naked.
    She opened the door and listened. No strange noises. She
didn’t think Nathan would mind if he found her topless but she didn’t want to
be flashing anyone who might have dropped by.
    She padded down the stairs. The white blur in the living
room was her dress, but a noise echoing from the kitchen drew her attention.
She peered around the corner and saw Nathan, standing at the sink. From this
distance, she could really only see his shape and the fact that he wore blue
jeans on the bottom half. Didn’t look like he was wearing a shirt, but from
this far away, it could have been a tan shirt and she wouldn’t have any idea.
    Her first reaction was to slip into the living room and put
the dress back on but dang it, her “first reactions” hadn’t worked out well in
the past. They’d led her to not take chances—to stick with something or someone
because it was comfortable.
    No. She was going to be bold. She’d done it last night when
she’d agreed to come here and look where it got her—well fucked and craving
more.
    What would Heather do?
    Tasha snagged her lower lip between her teeth and took a
breath before walking into the kitchen. Her steps were silent across the floor.
Nerves fluttered in her stomach but she didn’t let that stop her. She walked
right up, and wrapped her arms around Nathan’s waist. The smooth skin beneath
her hands revealed he definitely wasn’t wearing a shirt. Heat exploded under
her palms and she pressed close, letting her breasts plump against his back.
    “Good morning,” she murmured, pressing up on her toes and
kissing his shoulder. Her nipples tightened and she felt a lovely zing of
pleasure as she moved against his skin.
    “Uh, good morning.”
    The memories of the night before assailed her and she
moaned, imagining returning the favor to Nathan.
    “Seeing you here gives me all sorts of wicked ideas.”
    “Thank you?”
    He sounded more confused than intrigued but she slid her
hand down and found his erection pressing against the front placket of his
jeans. Oh he was interested all right.
     
    Hezekiah Morgan, known as Kiah to family, friends and anyone
who didn’t want to be smacked, felt his eyes widen as the female body pressed
against his back.
    Oops.
    The side of his mouth pulled up into a smile. Damn,
Nathan would be pissed if he could see this now.
    The woman’s hand slid around Kiah’s waist, down, her fingers
flowing over his growing erection. Hell, it had been weeks, if not months,
since he’d been out with a woman, and