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more curious about this man than I was before. “When you see him, you’ll get it. I think there are two good reasons besides his looks that make his sexual conquests as easy for him as breathing: his well-endowed wallet and cock.”
    I took a sip of wine at the most inopportune time because I nearly spit it out. I wasn’t expecting those comments from Trudy. Well, maybe the wallet one. The size of his dick? No.
    “You’re serious?” I question her even though I can tell she’s shooting me straight.
    “Very.” She takes my arm and we begin to walk. “There is a nice group of bachelors a few feet away I do want you to meet. I don’t know the size of their cocks, but their wallets are in good shape.”
    “You ’re horrible, Trudy.” I try to wiggle out of her hold, but she’s not having it and brings my arm closer to her side.
    She introduces me to the group of men. They seem like nice enough gentlemen. Smart, well accomplished, and remotely handsome. But after some back and forth conversation, I realize not a single one of them gives me any spark or yearning.
    As an investment banker tells me about his latest merger in the works, Trudy moves closer to me and whispers in my ear.
    “Don’t look now, but there he is.” I do exactly what she said not to do. I glance around the room. And I see him. He’s easy to spot because I see a hot as fuck man at the bar. He’s turned at an angle to me, so I can check out his features unnoticed.
    “See what I mean,” Trudy speaks into my hair. “I knew you’d know who he was without me actually pointing him out.”
    “You were right.” I have to agree; he’s even more handsome to me than my late husband. Something I thought I’d never think about another man. I browse over the crowd and see several women staring at him. A few are huddled together chatting and appearing to admire what they see. I turn away from him and his onlookers and try to refocus on the banker who’s trying to hold a conversation with me.
    That attempt only lasts a few seconds before Trudy is once again whispering in my ear. Only this time she's more excited.
    “What the hell? He’s looking at you, Kathryn. Staring, more like it.”
    I have no idea what comes over me, but I make a move I may regret later. I graciously peel myself away from Trudy and the suitors she’s chosen for me and head to the bar Adam is standing at. After all, my wineglass is empty.
    “Kathryn, where the hell are you going?” Trudy asks as I walk away. I wave her off with a little gesture over my shoulder.
    As I walk close to where Adam’s standing, I purposely avoid looking at his face. Instead, I decide to focus on his legs, so I’ll know if he moves. When I’m a few feet away, he pushes himself off the bar and turns in my direction. I’ll end up walking right to him unless I turn and hightail it back to Trudy.
    Ignoring my pinging danger radar, I soldier on, feeling the heat of his eyes on me. I swear they’re leaving hot streaks across my body. Even before I’ve made direct eye contact with him, I feel an energy already pulsing between us.
    When he’s no more than three feet away from me, I begin to raise my head. Inch by inch, I work my way up his long, hard body. There’s nothing that could’ve prepared me for the sight of him peering down at me when my eyes finally met his. They are smoldering, hooded, and dark with desire.
    Adam Kingsley is a sight to behold. Towering in height and muscular. Dressed to kill or make panties drop in his designer tux. I can’t turn away. The pull is too strong.
    I’m faced with a couple of decisions. Walk around him to the bar and completely ignore him or actually allow myself to meet him. In the back of my mind, there’s one other option that pops up. Straddling him. My sex-starved body reacts to this idea as a definite humming flows through me, putting me on hyper alert. One that is focused between my legs.
    Thankfully, I find an ounce or two of self-preservation as