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“Prince Charming?”

Jack directed the words at her breasts. And she couldn’t blame him. She’d walked off the elevator and thrown herself at him, desperate to feel anything other than the lingering hurts from her past. She’d focused on the need building in her body, demanding an orgasm.

She’d told him she wanted his cock and then proceeded to use him as her personal sex toy. Maybe that made her a horrible person. But how much lower could she go on the awful-person scale? As a teen, she’d driven away every foster family who tried to care for her and Lucia. She’d pushed her sister away after the incident because she couldn’t find a way to solve Lucia’s hurt. And she’d guarded her heart to the point that she’d locked it up and buried the key.

“Natalie,” he said.

She focused on his voice, his words, and the way he moved his hand over the front of his shorts. She pushed the questions away, saving them for a time when she didn’t have an orgasm-inducing Navy SEAL in her bedroom. The loneliness couldn’t touch her. Not when he was here, looking like he wanted to devour her.

“What about the bedtime version of little red riding hood and the big bad wolf?” She slipped off her underwear. “We could take turns playing the wolf. Or you could be the hero who rushes in to save the day.”

“I’m not your Prince Charming. You made it clear yesterday that I’m just a man.” He grabbed the fabric at the back of his neck and drew his shirt over his head.

“It’s my nickname for you,” she admitted. “You’re good with words.”

He froze with his thumbs hooked into the top of his jeans. “About that. I honestly came here to talk.”

She focused on his hands, not wanting to look at his face. He was here to win a bet. If he told her otherwise, she would have to kick the half-naked, very hard Navy SEAL out of her bedroom. If he wanted more than a win, if he wanted her to unlock her heart—

No, this only worked if the silent promise stood between them. This was a game. He wasn’t here to claim her and keep her in his life. She couldn’t open herself up to that possibility.

“Forget the fairy tales,” she said.

He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Take off your pants and climb on the bed,” she ordered. “Listen to me. And you just might win.”

She’d accept defeat on this one. Bringing him to his knees and walking away—that plan had one major flaw. She wanted to run toward him, dragging him to her bed. Maybe she couldn’t have the happy-ever-after ending. But she could have these moments locked away in her memory.

“I didn’t come here because of that stupid bet,” he said, placing his hands on his hips.

“You don’t want to win?” she challenged, shifting her weight. She refused to run away. This was her room. But he needed to lose the clothes. Standing completely naked in front of a half-dressed man left her too close to vulnerable. “To beat your brothers?”

“I do,” he said. The muscles in his arms flexed as if he was working overtime to keep from reaching for her. “But I want you—”

“Then come get me,” she demanded. She didn’t need to hear any more. He wanted her, and she might lose her mind if she didn’t feel this man inside her soon. Now. She needed him now. Before she changed her mind. Before she woke up to the fact that sex with him might leave her stranded on the road labeled hurt. And if she lost her footing, she might stumble head over heels into rejection.

She turned and climbed on the bed. She stretched her arms overhead and reached for the headboard, then arched her back, thrusting her breasts up into the air.

“Ah, hell,” he said.

She heard a rustling. Keeping her arms overhead, she lifted her head and watched as the naked SEAL set his sights on her. He held a condom in one hand.

“Good to know we’re on the same page,” she said as he reached the foot of the bed.

“Are we?” He tossed the condom beside her on the bed and raised an eyebrow.

“Need help putting it on?” She nodded her head to the square packet resting by her left hip.

“We’ll get there.” His gaze ran up and down her body.

Was he debating where to start? Not that it was his call…

“I’m ready for you now,” she said. “I don’t need more foreplay.”

“What about me?” He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. “I need a warm-up.”

She stared at his long, thick cock standing at attention as she drew her knees up and planted her feet on the bed.

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