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his hand out.
           “Jud.” It had the tone of a warning.
           He gave her own name back to her. “Stacy.”
           Her eyes widened. “You’re supposed to call
me Serena.”
           “In here, you’re Stacy. Whatever I do, I’ll
do it to Stacy. Serena is just a figment of your imagination.”
           His gut tightened, and God help him, for a
moment he wanted to beg. But begging wouldn’t gain him anything. He knew just
how to get to her.
           “I’ve got another challenge for you.”
           She narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t head
for the door. “What?”
           “Every time I give you a better orgasm than
the one before, you give me another night.”
           “Hmm.” She tipped her head from one side to
the other, her mind obviously working overtime on how she could possibly lose.
Because she knew him well enough to figure out there was a catch. “That sounds reasonable. But...?”
           “But you don’t take anyone else in
between.”
           Her eyes went wide. “You mean...” She
trailed off as if the idea was too horrific to put into words.
           “We’ll be exclusive. Monogamous. Just the
two of us. I won’t take another. And neither will you.”
             “If
I consider exclusivity,” she said after a brief pause, “I’ll do it after you
prove yourself, not before.”
           He pulled her close, took her mouth, sucked
her tongue until she trembled. “I don’t share.” His fingers fisting lightly in
her hair, he pulled her head back. “And after tonight, you’re not going to want
to share either.”
           “You’re way too sure of yourself.”
           “And you’re dying to know if I can deliver
the goods.”
           She swallowed. Her lips glistened with the
moisture he’d put there. Against him, her nipples were hard, needy beads.
           “Let me get this straight. As long as you
give me the kind of orgasms I so clearly deserve, we’re exclusive. But if you
fail to deliver, I’m free to find someone who will.”
           “That’s about it.”
           “Then I really can’t lose.”
           He let a corner of his mouth rise in an
undeniably triumphant smile. “Deal, sweetheart?”
           She considered for half a heartbeat.
“Deal.”
           Hooked. Neither of them was going to lose
with this bet.

Chapter Four
           She couldn’t lose, right? If he didn’t live
up to his end of the bargain, it was adios. And really, how long could he keep
it up? So to speak. The tediousness of being with one person would get to them
both within...she gave it three sessions. Three sessions together, and he’d be
as ready to call it quits as she was.
           But what did that mean for their
friendship? She wasn’t sure. But most likely, that had been over the minute she
took his cock in her mouth. No use crying over spilled milk, as her mother had
been so fond of saying. She’d mourn the loss later.
           She raised an imperious brow and flicked
her wrist. “You better get cracking. Because while that orgasm was exceptional,
I gave it to myself.”
           Jud grinned. “You wouldn’t have had it if my cock wasn’t in your mouth.” She
didn’t miss the slight emphasis on the pronoun. Since it was true, she didn’t
bother to deny it.
           He removed his tie and cummerbund, tossing
them on the sofa, then loosened the top buttons of his dress shirt. Dark hair
sprang from the opening. She wanted to test its softness.
           “Your turn.”
           “I don’t have very much to take off.” She
swept a hand down her cocktail dress. “Just panties and the dress.”
           “What about the shoes?” He pointed to her
high heels.
           “Oh, I forgot about them.” She hadn’t been
doing much thinking at all.
           “Do you know what it did to me looking down
at you with my