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Brent’s eyes were impossibly wide as he studied my nakedness.
“You can sit if you want.”
“Ummm, I don’t mean to sound rude, but. . .” he scrunched his nose. “But how much is?—”
I just about swallowed my tongue. “Oh God. No. I’m not. . . I don’t. . . it’s not like that.”
“Oh.” He released a rushed breath. “Good. Then I . . . I feel like we should at least have a wine.” He strode past me to the kitchen, opened the fridge and removed a bottle.
“Oh. Okay, then.” Relief washed through me when I noticed it was white wine. Red wine would have made me giddy after just a few sips.
This was different. Yet, strangely, it felt right too. Maybe because of the time of day.
He grabbed two wine glasses and unscrewed the lid from the wine bottle. “So. . . what’s your name?”
“Memphis.” After his comment about asking for money, I watched for his reaction to my unusual name, but there wasn’t one. His focus was on pouring the wine to the very brim of the glass.
“I’m Brent.”
“Hi, Brent.” It was awkward standing there topless, but I held my stance like this was something I did every day. The cool breeze danced across my chest, and goosebumps prickled my skin.
He handed one of the glasses to me, and we chinked them together. I took a sip. Brent, on the other hand, took a large gulp, and his fingers trembled.
It was time for Memphis to take control. I allowed myself another sip of wine before I placed my glass down and reached for his. He released the stem, and I put it down on the kitchen counter, too.
Holding his hand, I led him to the bed. He offered no resistance.
“Are you married?” I turned to face him.
“No.”
“Sit.” Reaching up, I put my hand on his shoulder. “Girlfriend?”
He sat. “No.”
“Boyfriend?”
“No.” He chuckled, relaxing.
“Good. Now, just so you know, I’m a green belt in karate.”
“Right . . .” He dragged the word out as if assessing the relevance.
“So, I’ll take the lead here, but I’ll tell you if I don’t like something. If you don’t do as I tell you, I’ll karate chop your ass to the floor.” I smiled my sweetest smile at him. “Okay?”
He huffed. “Okay.” The bulge in his pants was massive.
“This is going to be fun.”
He didn’t look convinced.
I nudged his knees apart and stepped forward. My breasts were literally in his face. I waited for his reaction. And waited. His breathing grew deeper, but the look drilled on his face was clouded with suspicion, like he still thought this was a trap of some kind.
I cupped one of my breasts and closed my eyes to imagine it was his lovely, soft hands touching me. With the tip of my finger, I drew circles around my nipple, and his hand joined mine. He pushed my breast up and squeezed so softly it was hard to believe it was a man’s caress. He glided my nipple between his fingers as if it were a delicate butterfly.
His gentle caress hypnotized me. It was a lover’s embrace, not the touch of a couple who’d just met. It moved me like none of the other twelve men this year had. My arousal was swift. Tingles of want traveled from his touch down between my legs.
With my eyes still closed, I put my hand under my skirt and rubbed my fingers over my panties. He moaned, and his hot breath tantalized my nipple as his slick tongue glided over my delicate bud.
