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eyes narrowed. “How nice for you, that women make it so easy.”
    He couldn’t help but grin at her acid tone. Was his tigress actually jealous?
    But she wasn’t his, he reminded himself for the thousandth time. Sex was one thing, having a girlfriend was another.
    “You think if you have me, it’ll be all over, Fred?” Dharma asked him in a husky tone. She put aside the casserole dish she’d just washed. “You think you won’t want me again?”
    “Dharma…”
    “Who was she, the woman who just hopped on your kitchen counter and offered herself?”
    Damn, he hadn’t expected her to ask him that. She had her hands on her hips, confronting him.
    “My neighbour,” he said. “And it was her kitchen, not mine. She doesn’t have kids so she could make as much noise as she wanted when I fucked her.” He was being deliberately crude so she’d back off.
    Only she didn’t.
    Instead she unhurriedly packed away the pans she’d brought then pointed to the kitchen counter. “That about right?”
    “I…uh…” He couldn’t think. She was shimmying out of her skirt, the leather sliding down her legs and boots. Underneath she wore a pink thong and he lost his breath when he saw again her high, round ass, bare to his gaze.
    Dharma thrust her hair back over her shoulder and let the thong drop. Somehow leaving her top and boots on only made her look more illicit. “It’s a bit high…” She lifted herself up on the island as he watched, frozen. “Fortunately, I do yoga.”
    Then she spread her legs so he could see her glistening pink depths. “If I were your girlfriend and you’d had a tough day, this is what you could expect to come home to,” she said.

Chapter Four
    “You’re too young for me,” Fred managed to croak. He was surprised he wasn’t going into cardiac arrest since his heart was pounding so hard. He was shaking. Jesus, he was actually shaking.
    Dharma was a fantasy as she fell back, her long hair a silken tangle over her full breasts and the countertop surface. Her eyes were both heavy-lidded and challenging as they held his. Her cheeks flushed as if she felt the power he did.
    “What are you afraid of?” she whispered.
    He swallowed. If he even so much as grazed her hair with his fingers he’d be on her, in her. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
    “Tell me.”
    Tell her? A dark fantasy rose inside him. Her wrists bound with his belt, her legs splayed on his kitchen island on a typical weekday night. Except his girls were somewhere else and when he got the pizza box from the young man at the door he let him into the kitchen so he could see Dharma.
    He wanted to show her off to other men. How was that for a normal fantasy?
    And maybe Fred would let the pizza delivery guy—whom he knew was single and oh so lonely—graze a finger over Dharma’s luscious wetness, touch and play with her, make her gasp and beg while Fred controlled the situation, controlled her pleasure utterly.
    “You need to go home,” he ground out as sweat broke out on his body. He couldn’t let her know how disgusting his fantasies were. The things he wanted to do to her. The things he wanted to watch her do…
    She sat up. “Seriously? You just told me you had casual sex with your neighbour on a kitchen island, that it was no big deal because you’re a man.”
    His jaw bunched on the words he couldn’t say. The needs he had to lock up and bury. His body hurt, wanting to go to hers, to please her as her man.
    “Can’t. I’m sorry.”
    Dharma jumped off the island. She bent her head, hiding her face from him and he felt awful for her, fucking awful, imagining her humiliation. “I’m sorry I pushed you.” Her voice was tight, as if she was as wound as he was. “I didn’t mean to… That is just not cool.”
    What was she talking about? He couldn’t think.
    I want you so much.
    But he didn’t have the courage to share this forbidden side of himself. She was his friend, she was too young, she