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  His dimple appeared again as he took the fluted glass, saluted her and stuffed an envelope he’d been holding in his back pocket. “Happy birthday.”

  “It’s not every day a girl turns twenty-nine and still hasn’t had an orgasm.”

  His eyes widened.

  “I shocked you, but I wanted to tell you in person.” What she failed to add was that she just might be one of the last twenty-nine year old virgins in Phoenix, but he probably wouldn’t believe her even if she told him.

  She shrugged one shoulder as a warm tide of embarrassment flooded her cheeks and her mouth bubbled over with a fountain of words. “It’s something that’s been hanging over my head. After my mother died, it was just me and my little sister. Since Wendy looked to me for guidance, I tried to show by example, so by the time she went off to college I’d let time and opportunity pass me by. The idea of meeting someone at a bar scares the hell out of me. You never know nowadays what you’ll pick up.” That’s why she’d hired an escort with a company that advertised thorough background checks. “I’d like to finally be able to say I’ve had an orgasm with a man.”

  After a long, silent pause, Ryan tossed back his glass of champagne then cleared his throat. “I’m not sure what you’re saying—”

  “It’s very simple. Tonight, I want you to teach me all about sex.”

  Before her convictions crumbled, she set her glass on the table untouched, stepped backward several feet, then grasped the hem of her satin blouse. To hell with her doubts. She’d waited twenty-nine years for this moment. She wasn’t going to wait until she hit thirty. No way was she holding off until that milestone.

  “Paige, are you really sure you want to do this—”

  She pulled her blouse over her head and shivered as the air conditioner kicked on and a cool draft washed over her heated skin. For a moment the garment dangled between her fingers before she tossed it on the ground.

  Astonishment flashed across his face, and Paige nodded. “I’m very sure. That’s why you’re here in my living room.” Then she frowned. Unless he didn’t want to have sex with her. A wave of mortification scalded her neck, face and other far more private places. She’d assumed by paying the escort service she’d paid for extra favors. If she was wrong, she’d not only put her foot into the proverbial mouth, she’d put every appendage imaginable inside it. “I’m sorry. I just assumed. If you don’t find me attractive enough, I understand—”

  “God, no. You’re gorgeous. What sane man wouldn’t want to have sex with you? I’d love to show you how incredible it can be. But are you sure you want to be that intimate with a total stranger?”

  The sudden tension in the room sent blood rushing into her breasts and between her thighs as the black satin bustier seemed to tighten and constrict her breathing. A wave of desire stoked her already burning skin, but nothing compared to the blaze in Ryan’s eyes and her body’s reaction to that look.

  The bustier, forcing up her breasts, made her deeply aware of how they thrust out from the rest of her body and how their weight craved the caress of his hands. Not even when she touched herself, did she draw such an all-consuming ache between her legs and breasts. She wanted Ryan to touch her now. Her body begged, craved it.

  The hunger in his face goaded her, and she unsnapped the button on the waist of her skirt. The zipper slithered open and her mini skirt dropped around her feet. She kicked it aside with her stiletto heels. Next, she popped open the snaps on the back of her bustier and let the satin top drop to the floor beside her skirt. She’d keep her barely-there, black thong on for just a bit longer.

  “Jesus. I—You have a beautiful body.”

  A flush stained his high, prominent cheekbones, and raw passion blazed in his eyes as he raked a glance over her near naked body. Her nipples tightened further from Ryan’s reaction to her stripping off her clothes.

  His predatory gaze lifted and clung to hers, and with distinct purpose, he set his glass on the mantel, turned off his phone inside the case on his belt and moved across the room toward her. He didn’t stop until his chest brushed the tips of her breasts. She inhaled sharply, pressing the tight nubs even harder against the cotton of his shirt.

  Oh, my.

  She flexed her fingers in anticipation then glided her hands up his forearms and over his hard biceps to rest on the wide breadth of his shoulders. Face taut with desire, Ryan raised a large hand and trailed a thumb up along the curve of her jaw before he wrapped his fingers along her nape. Then his thumb edged down to just below her ear as he skimmed his mouth over hers. She trembled against his touch, drinking in the texture of his lips, his palm.

  “Your pulse…” With each word, his peppermint-scented breath swept across her senses as his mouth brushed against her lips. “It’s beating so fast, like a wild animal trapped in a corner and ready to bolt.”

  “I’m not going to bolt.” Curiosity and desire cemented her to the floor.

  She slid the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. He dragged in a breath with a sharp hiss. Encouraged by his reaction, she parted her lips and kissed him while flattening her sensitive breasts against the unyielding wall of his chest. The fast, solid beat of his heart thumped against her wildly rocketing one.

  His hand swept over her ass and pressed her tight against the hard ridge of his cock. She groaned against his mouth and desire washed over her flesh to pool at the juncture of her thighs. She shifted as longing, almost painful in its intensity, curled deep in her belly.

  Ryan eased away and searched her face. A muscle throbbed along the corner of his jaw. “And you’re sure you want this?”

  She smiled. Excitement banded around her chest. “I may not know many things, but I do know this—tonight, this moment—I want to have sex with you. I want you to show me how good it can be between a man and a woman. Not just the sex act, but how to get and give pleasure.”

  His eyes darkened to a deep midnight blue as he cupped her jaw. “There’s no way I’m going to say no to something like that. Not with such an incredibly sexy and naked woman in my arms.”

  A wicked grin curled the corner of his mouth. He stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged out of the sleeves and tossed the garment onto a nearby chair. The glow from the room’s candles gleamed off warm, smooth skin that covered a body tight and lean with muscle. He lifted a brow as he snapped the top button of his jeans.

  Paige decided to be just as wicked and pulled the strap of her thong from her skin. She shimmied her hips until the scrap of material dropped to the ground. Then slowly, deliberately, she lifted a leg and placed her foot on the edge of the coffee table to slip the strap off her stiletto sandals.

  “No. Leave the heels on for now,” he ordered in a thick, strangled voice, his face serious. Quickly, he stripped off his jeans and underwear and pitched them by his shirt.

  Oh, my.

  Paige set her foot back on the floor and drank in every detail of his tight body from the corded muscles of his arms to the planes of his chest and stomach and lower. His cock jutted into the air. The site of its thick length sent a wave of sudden apprehension down her spine. She’d seen X-rated movies, but the idea of something that big driving in and out of her made her quiver with uneasiness.

  Ryan must have seen her uncertainty because his face softened. “We’ll go as slow as you want. I promise.”

  He covered the distance between them, wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her against his hot, hard body. His mouth glided against hers, tentative, explorative at first. Then he grew bolder, licking her lower lip, urging her to open her mouth. She parted her lips, touched her tongue to his and rubbed her breasts against his chest.

  His slow, deep kisses eased the tension from her limbs and replaced it with another type of tension. Sexual need stoked a hunger that drove her arms around his neck and her fingers to twine in his sandy hair. The strands were just as silky as she’d envisioned.

  Paige couldn’t have asked for a better sample of male physique if she’d
gone online and picked a body out from a catalogue. With a surprisingly steady hand, she trailed her fingers against his flesh. Hot, smooth skin quivered beneath her touch, and his quick intake of breath told her he might like even more.

  Ryan skirted a palm along her inner thigh, lifting her leg until she rested a foot on the coffee table again. He swept both hands over the back of her thighs and massaged her ass before he slid a hand between her legs to separate her folds.

  Her breath hitched against her chest, and she quivered when he found her clit. He swirled slick fingers around the nub, teasing, tormenting, and making her shift with want. Whimpering, she clutched his shoulders. Arousal twisted her insides as she widened her legs and pressed her pussy against his expert hand.

  His mouth eased from her lips and nipped at her ear lobe. “You’re so wet. I could slide into you right now.”

  “Then why don’t you?” She arched her neck against the slick heat of his tongue as she glided a finger along the length of his cock and wrapped a hand around the velvet hardness. She loved the hot, sleek flesh against her hand and the way his breath came out in a loud whoosh at her touch.

  “I don’t have a condom with me,” he said, his voice thick with passion, his breath quickening as she caressed the rigid, length of his cock and his balls with inquisitive hands. “But there’re many other things we can do. Unless you have one?”

  A little surprised he didn’t carry any condoms, Paige nodded and wondered if it was always the clients responsibility. She wasn’t an expert on etiquette when it came to these things. “I have two packages by the strawberries.”

  “Good. I want to have you bucking beneath me and those lovely legs wrapped around my waist.” He trailed kisses down past her collarbone to her nipple. He flicked his tongue across the tip while he cupped her other breast and continued to tease her clit and slick flesh between her legs with his other hand.

  Heart crashing inside her ribs, Paige slid her fingers into his hair and anchored his head to her breast. Ecstasy hovered just beyond her reach. So close. Her body quivered in anticipation. Sweat broke out over her body. Just as Ryan latched onto her nipple and suckled, he dipped a finger inside her and circled her clit with a wet thumb.

  “Oh, God. Ryan…” Euphoria wrapped around her in its fierce grip. “I’m about to—”

  Paige shattered. A cry ripped from her lungs, and she grasped his hand between her legs and pressed his fingers harder against her clit as a spasm of inundated pleasure rippled through her body.

  As her orgasm faded, her legs became wobbly and weak and she grabbed Ryan’s shoulders. He caught her up in his arms and gently set her down on the fur rug. He snapped up one of the packages by the strawberries and rolled a condom over his jutting cock until he was fully sheathed. Seeing him so hard, so ready with the candlelight flickering over his taut chest, stomach and legs brought another wave of desire washing over her.

  Reveling from the answering passion in Ryan’s eyes, she lifted her arms to hold him as he knelt between her thighs. He eased over her body until her opened legs cradled his hips, and he rested most of his weight with both elbows on either side of her. He caught her mouth in a deep, long kiss as the head of his cock pushed into her opening, stretching the tissue and muscle, adding an uncomfortable fullness inside her.

  She broke away from their kiss and shifted against him, hating how the pressure turned to pain and her inability to keep the tears from her eyes. “I knew it might hurt, but—”

  Ryan drew back, the muscles along his shoulders and arms flexing as he lifted onto the flats of his hands. Concern creased his forehead. “You’re a virgin.”

  He made to withdraw, but she locked her legs around his hips and clung to the powerful muscles of his shoulders. She shook her head against the fur rug. “No. Don’t. I know what I’m doing. I want you in me. I want to feel it all.”

  He closed his eyes as if battling an internal struggle. A muscle flexed along his jaw. “This is wrong.”

  Her fingers dug into his flesh, and she tilted her pelvis upward in hopes of taking him in deeper. “No, it isn’t. It feels very right. I’ve waited too long. I want to know everything. Show me what it feels like to be a woman. Please…”

  Frozen above her, he opened his eyes and locked his gaze onto hers for several long moments. His eyes darkened. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t deny you. Not when you feel this good.” He brushed wisps of hair from her brow and skimmed a thumb across her lower lip with surprising tenderness. “Hold on.”

  He slipped both hands beneath her ass and grasped each cheek as he drove fully into her.

  She cried out, digging her fingers deeper into his back, flinching at the way he filled her, but the pain wasn’t nearly as intense as she expected.

  “I’m sorry. I thought it would be best to be quick.” Ryan licked the lobe of her ear, the sensitive areas below her jaw and lower. The tenderness of his touch relaxed the tension from her limbs. “The rest is going to be so much better.”

  “Is that a promise?”

  “Wait and see,” he murmured by her ear, and Paige swore she heard a smile in his voice.

  Then she forgot everything but the sensation of Ryan’s cock sliding in and out of her. She’d adjusted to his thickness, his size, and now pleasure wrapped around her. Heat flowered through her limbs and her breath quickened again. She relished the weight of his body, the movement of his ass against her hands as she pulled him closer and arched into him, matching his tempo.

  Ryan ground against her clit after each deep thrust. She buried her fingers into his glossy hair and found herself chasing an orgasm as the tension in her muscles and tendons increased with each long, sure stroke of his cock. She ran both palms over his sweat-soaked back. His heartbeat crashed against her breast.

  Then he adjusted his movements, growing quicker, harder and shortening his stroke with each slap of skin against skin. His harsh, rapid breath mingled with her own frantic breathing.

  An orgasm cut into her. A cry ripped from her lungs. She bit his shoulder and clutched at his back as he pounded into her. Then he cried out himself, his voice filled with more pain than pleasure as he came. Shuddering against her, he pressed his mouth roughly against her brow.

  She closed her eyes, delighting in the sense of power and wonderment of her first orgasm. She couldn’t have picked a better man. He’d been incredibly gentle and forceful at the same time. A contradiction, but she suspected the man was a paradox himself.

  Paige woke up with a jerk. For a few seconds, she blinked up at the ceiling and didn’t comprehend why she was sprawled on the floor in the living room. Then the memory of Ryan washed over her like a warm, chocolate caramel, all gooey and delicious inside. She stretched against the soft fur beneath her and glanced at the clock on the mantle. Only hours had passed since he appeared at her door, but she’d learned so much in that time.

  With the feel of his hands imprinted in her mind and on her body, she rose and walked naked across the floor. Her body still hummed all over.

  They’d never had the opportunity to use the strawberries, but there was the possibility of another time. She’d just have to save up and reserve Ryan for a future night. She wasn’t about to try someone different. She loved how the man had worked her like an expert, molding her body to his harder, more masculine limbs, stoking her desire with his mouth and knowing hands until her pussy dripped with need.

  Oh, yes. She was most definitely going to hire him again.

  As she picked up her discarded clothes, her toe hit an envelope on the floor. Frowning, she picked it up and realized it was her water bill. Strange. She could have sworn Ryan had put an envelope in his back pocket earlier. Why would he be carrying her utility bill?

  The doorbell rang, startling her.

  Paige tossed the envelope on the hall table and pivoted, her bare foot squealing against the wood floor. He’d come back. She’d ask him about the bill, but only after she made sure she lined up a future appointment. The man had to b
e booked for months.

  She thought about opening the door naked but decided against it. She didn’t want to look too eager and did have a little pride. Hurrying into her room, she dropped her discarded clothes on the bed, grabbed her black, silk robe and raced back while shoving both arms into the sleeves. She’d barely managed to tie the sash before she flung the door open.

  And stared.

  The smile on Paige’s face congealed into something false and painful as she clutched her gaping robe with one hand.

  The man on the porch looked nothing like Ryan. Slicked back, black hair pulled into a ponytail revealed a face with a strong jaw and brow. The smile on his thin lips didn’t reach his hollow, knowing eyes as he swept his gaze from her face to her toes and then back up to linger on her breasts. Unlike Ryan, everything about him lacked warmth.

  “Sorry, I’m late.” He hooked a thumb onto the front pocket of his khakis. “I had something come up if you know what I mean.”

  She thrust the tangle of her hair from her face and gaped at him. “Late?”

  “Yeah, I’m Michael from Escorts R Us.”

  “That can’t be.” Paige floundered, trying to wrap his words around her mind. If this was her escort, then who the hell was the man she’d just had the most incredible sex with? Her heartbeat kicked into a wild tempo. Who was Ryan?

  “Speechless, eh?” Michael lifted one plucked, arched brow. “Like, the women always think I look so much better in person than on the company’s web site.”

  At his words and cold, reptilian smile, Paige tensed. “I’m sorry. I’m not interested.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think I made myself pretty clear.”

  “I don’t get you.” His gaze narrowed with suspicion and uncertainty. Obviously, the man might score with desperate, needy women, but he didn’t in the I.Q. department. And he wasn’t about to score with her. She was far from needy or desperate. At least not anymore.

  “I’ve changed my mind.”