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piece of chocolate cake in my fridge at midnight. Regret will trump any pleasure found in giving in to the temptation of him. Not to mention, he’s half naked for someone else. “I’m surprised your date left so early.”
    “I didn’t have a date.”
    “Really?” She looked down at his boxers again, which were now straining to contain his growing excitement. She’d thought he was big before, but the current size of him took her breath away, and she blushed as images of what he’d look like without that thin layer of cotton filled her head. She looked off to one side. “Go put your pants on.”
    A sexy chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Are you finding it difficult to concentrate?”
    Rena took a step back and put her hands on her hips. “This isn’t funny, Nick.”
    A roguish smile spread across his face, revealing dimples rarely displayed. He took a step closer. “I’m not laughing. Why are you here, Rena?”
    Rena held her ground and straightened her shoulders defiantly. “I told you. We have to talk.”
    “About the kiss?” He raised a hand and traced the line of her jaw lightly with the back of one finger. “The only reason you’d come all this way to discuss it is if you wanted another.” His finger moved upward to gently trace the outline of her lips.
    She opened her mouth to deny it, but his finger slid inside and traced the wet softness just inside her bottom lip. She flicked the tip of her tongue across his finger. His eyes darkened and his breathing deepened.
    I did not mean to do that.
    He held her eyes and moved his finger deeper into her mouth. He circled the tip of her tongue playfully, caressing it, exploring it. “Do you even know what you want, Rena? Do you want me to show you?” She closed her lips around his finger.
    He withdrew his hand and pulled her fully against him. He held her there, pressed against his need for her, and growled sexily into her ear, “I was thinking a little lower.”
    Rena raised her hands to push him away, but when her hands met his bare shoulders her fingers dug into them. He felt so good beneath her hands. She wanted to touch more, but instead she kept her hands still while she fought for sanity. “This isn’t why I came here.”
    “We’re not children anymore.” He took one of her hands from his shoulder and slid it beneath the band of his boxers. “You can take what you want.”
    He was hard and ready and the width of him sent her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her hand automatically ran up and down his pulsing cock, exploring the length of him. She’d never been with a man of his size, and in a frenzy of desire she wondered if it would be as good as magazines claimed it was.
    Take what you want.
    Sex was something that happened between two people who had reached a certain level of commitment. It was gentle and sweet. And that’s how Rena liked it. Or at least that was what she had always told herself.
    This was different.
    This was lust. Pure and simple.
    It overshadowed everything else.
    She tried to withdraw her hand, but he laid his hand over hers, holding her there against him. Rubbing her hand up and down along pulsing shaft. “Are you afraid, Rena? You don’t have to be. I would fuck you until you couldn’t remember the name of anyone before me. I’d make you come so many times you’d think of me every time you pleasure yourself.”
    She wanted to be offended by how he was talking to her, but she couldn’t deny how it aroused her. “I don’t do that,” she whispered. Her admission was rewarded by an excited clench of his hand over hers.
    “You will,” he promised, and his mouth swept down and claimed hers. His tongue boldly pushed between her lips and claimed hers. He sucked gently, rhythmically, until hers engaged with his fully in an intimate dance. Meanwhile, his hand moved hers up and down against him until she was caressing him urgently on her own.
    Rena gasped when he expertly unbuttoned her blouse and kissed his way down