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stay.  This way, she’d make him some dinner.  They’d eat.  And maybe then she’d be ready to say goodbye.  “Just don’t think those DVDs by the TV are mine,” she joked.  “Kate’s cousin stayed here before me and he’s coming back for them.  Only—”  She shrugged, feeling like an idiot for pointing out the DVDs he probably wouldn’t have noticed otherwise. 
    He cocked a brow, walked to the DVD player, and picked something up.  When he glanced at her again, he was grinning.  “Kate’s cousin has good taste.  This is a classic.”
    She rolled her eyes, making him laugh, before turning to the refrigerator.  When she saw him again, he was sitting on the sofa holding the remote and the television was on.   All he needed was an open can of beer and his feet propped up on the coffee table and he’d look like any other man hanging out at home.  Bemused, she stared at him for several seconds.  He didn’t seem at all pissed that she’d been about to kick him out.  Maybe he was actually glad she’d called a halt to things.  He’d probably figured out she was more trouble than she was worth.  Who could blame him?
    Still, she was surprised by how content she felt.  Making him dinner.  Having him here, watching television.  It was a quiet interaction, one couples engaged in all the time, and the normalcy of it made her feel even safer with him.
    It had been so long since she’d just been able to simply enjoy the company of a man she liked.  She was going to take advantage of every minute she had to do so now.

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Noah knew he’d thrown her off.  He could feel her eyes watching him as she cooked, trying to figure him out.  The little darling obviously didn’t know what she was up against.
    Using the remote, he activated the DVD player so it began to play the disc he’d inserted when she wasn’t looking.  He kept the volume low so it wouldn’t alert her.  As he pretended to watch the screen, he heard her bustling around, muttering to herself now and then, and even humming a couple times. 
    He almost smiled.
    As far as he was concerned, they’d made a whole helluva lot of progress in the bedroom.
    And they were going to make even more.
    She was feeling lulled by his ability to restrain himself and he was glad she felt safe.  But if she thought he was giving in and would disappear quietly into the night after dinner without even trying to change her mind, she was dead wrong. 
    Reaching down, he weighed the virtues of subtlety versus shock.  Making up his mind, he unsnapped and unzipped his pants, and carefully released his dick.  He was still hard.  Hell, he’d never stopped being hard, even after she’d sucked him dry.  Still listening to the sound of her moving in the kitchen, he stroked himself as he recalled the feel of her mouth on him. 
    Several minutes later, he saw her approach in his peripheral vision.  “I just put the chicken in the oven.  Dinner will be about fifteen more minutes and then we can—”  She gasped. 
    When he looked up, she wasn’t looking at what he was doing to himself, but rather what was on the screen.   Her mouth hung open and her face was flushed a gorgeous pink.
    The actress on the screen had a similar expression on her face.  She was on her hands and knees, her big breasts swaying while one man fucked her from behind and another lay on his back underneath her, eating her out. 
    He watched Jenna closely while he continued to stroke himself.  “What were you saying, sweetness?”  His voice sounded drowsy.  Unthreatening. 
    Fuck subtlety.  He knew his time with Jenna was limited, so subtlety wasn’t going to work.  Between his masturbation and the porn, he figured she’d be too thrown off and aroused to feel any real fear.  He also figured the more times she saw his cock, the more comfortable she’d get with it. 
    With him.
    She turned to look at him, her dazed eyes going even wider.  “What—what are