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worries.”
    “Or two,” she said just before she shut the door.
    He groaned out loud, but he was at least grateful she couldn’t hear it once the latch clicked.
    There was no question that he liked confident women, but he’d also never met one that was quite so … different.
    Yeah, that was how he’d describe her. Different . In his life, women had mostly all been the same. Obviously, like with anyone else, they took on certain roles, but Reign was a unique experience so far. She’d handled the night before well too: calm with the cops, obviously a little shaken up, but basically taking it all in stride. Their stories had meshed, and at the end of it all, there had been no reason law enforcement could find a probable cause to hold either of them—though he knew they’d tried because of her family name. And so here they were.
    They’d hadn’t known each other very long, but he hoped that was really what was about to change. Women liked him, but on some level, most of them were a little afraid of him. Reign didn’t seem to be, or if she was, she was one hell of an actress.
    She came out of the bathroom wet … literally.
    Water beaded on her skin, those beautiful breasts slightly swaying, her dark hair damp. The triangle of dark hair between her thighs was trimmed but not entirely bare, which was just how he liked it. Reign flashed him a smile. “I had to take a quick shower. Hope you don’t mind.”
    “Fuck no.” Propped against the headboard, Nick inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth in a controlled conscious effort. “At this moment, I’d swear I’d forgive you just about anything.”
    She took three leisurely steps across the rug he’d paid a fortune for, which was imported from some place he couldn’t even identify as a country but felt like silk if you walked on it in bare feet. “You enjoy oral sex?”
    “Both giving and receiving.” That was one hell of an honest answer. If she put her mouth on him, he would last maybe a minute or two.…
    He slid from the bed and caught her around the waist and tumbled her to her back on the silk sheets. “Let me go first. Spread your legs.”
    “I—”
    “I have an agenda.” He kissed the plane of her stomach. “You come, I come, and then we come together.… I’d really like to do it my way. You’re going to like it.”
    “Don’t try to control me.”
    His hands smoothed her hips. “Never. Say the word and I stop. Reign, you’re safe with me.”
    She relaxed. He felt it happen. The tension left her muscles and she smiled genuinely for the first time since she’d met her. “Is that your line?”
    “I don’t have a line.” Nick licked the tip of one very delectable breast. “Why would I bother with that?” His fingers explored the luxuriant abundance of her tits. They were firm and gloriously feminine. “I know I’m happy at the moment. These are … very nice.”
    “Yes, well, in my experience, every man has a line. I can’t argue that part. You do feel happy.” But she did sink her fingers into his hair, and from the arch of her back she seemed to really like it when he took her nipple into his mouth.
    “I’m not every man.” He murmured it against her warm skin. She tasted exotic, like vanilla and apricot, and he pressed his erection against her thigh.
    Then he moved lower. And lower.
    Pushed her thighs apart.
    She bent her knees and opened wider, and when he parted her labia and tongued her clit, her lashes drifted down as she closed her eyes. A small inarticulate sound of enjoyment came from deep down in her throat.
    Good. He really liked women who enjoyed sex and weren’t afraid to show it, and he’d guessed that she would from the first moment he’d seen her walk into the party.
    As he licked and gently sucked, her spine arched even more and she moaned, threading her fingers through his hair, taking over, giving him clear signals of when to back it off a little to delay her orgasm, prolonging the