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god—cresting, peaking, flooding through her in waves of pure, amazing sensation that made her cry out.

      As her breathing gradually slowed, she drifted back to reality. She’d never climaxed so easily before. Was it all the months of abstinence, or was it Nick?

      Nick, who was easing his hand out of her pants.

      Nick, whose swollen cock she still gripped.

      She couldn’t meet his eye, not after coming apart under his touch. Instead she slid her hand up to the crown of his erection, finding beads of moisture and swirling them. “Your turn.”

      His hand closed over hers. “Not that way. Inside you.”

      Inside her. Pumping in and out the way she’d imagined. Her pussy clenched, telling her one orgasm wasn’t enough. Not tonight with this man.

      “Jude? Is that okay?”

      She darted a glance at his face, at the flush on his cheeks, the heated intensity in his eyes. Oh, yeah, she wanted him inside her giving her everything he had. “Yes,” she breathed. “If, uh…do you have protection?” The last thing she’d been expecting was sex, and tonight it had arrived and found her hot and needy but unprepared.

      “Yup. What say we get rid of these clothes?” He climbed off the couch, unbuttoning his shirt. In less than a minute, he’d stripped and stood in the firelight, naked.

      Naked, utterly male, a total hottie. Broad shoulders rippling with muscle, firm pecs sprinkled with glossy curls of black hair, lean hips, sculpted legs—and, most of all, that bold jut of erect cock. No man had a right to look so good, but Jude wasn’t about to complain.

      If he’d given her a moment, she would have felt self-conscious about her own body, but she had no time to think. His hands were gently but efficiently divesting her of her clothes. Then somehow the two of them were back on the couch, lying together with her on the bottom and his body covering her. Touching her all over. His chest hair tickling her breasts, making them tingle. His sheathed erection heavy against her stomach. One of his hands reaching between them, touching that sensitive bud still swollen from climax.

      That first orgasm had been a great appetizer. Now her blood clamored for more, and she wasn’t going to be bashful about asking for what he so clearly was ready to give. She gripped his firm butt in both hands and squeezed. “Now, Nick.” Her voice came out throaty and demanding.

      “Oh, yeah.” He lifted his hips, and she raised hers, too, spreading her legs wider in invitation. The tip of his cock brushed her needy bud, and she whimpered. Then he pushed forward, finding his way between slick, swollen folds as her body opened to take him in.

      She’d wanted him to fill her, and, wow, did he ever—with his long, hard cock and a tingly explosion of sensations radiating out from every place he touched her. Tilting her pelvis, she maximized the pressure against her clit as Nick slid out in a tantalizingly slow motion and then surged back in, hard and fast. Under her hands, his butt muscles clenched.

      “Oh, god!” She buried her face in his neck, inhaling the spicy musk of aroused male. His skin was damp. She licked salt and felt the rushed beat of his pulse under her tongue.

      He groaned. “Jesus, Jude, you feel so good.”

      Did she ever. Her body was alive, sexy, so turned on she was close to climax again.

      Throbbing, aching, needing him, she clung tight, and he took the hint, pumping harder until all the delicious sensations melded together and crested and she cried out in orgasm.

      A moment later, he shouted his own release as his body bucked against hers. Inside hers.

      After, they collapsed together, both breathing hard.

      When she could speak again, she murmured, “Wow.” Had sex ever been that good before?

      “Yeah.” His face was on the cushion beside hers, breath tickling her cheek. After a couple minutes, he chuckled. “Guess I ought to thank Karen.”

      “No!” She squirmed. “Oooo, this is embarrassing. How am I going to face her?”

      Nick lifted himself on one elbow. “What’re you going to tell her?”

      “I don’t know.”

      “Do you normally, uh, talk to her about your sex life?”

      “I haven’t had a sex life since I met her.”

      “You’re kidding.”

      “Give me a break, I’ve known her only six months.” Jude wasn’t about to confess to no sex for a year. “Men weren’t high on my priority list.” But thinking about Karen and work made her glance at her watch. “Nick, it’s almost one. Tomorrow’s a workday.”

      “I’d better get going.” He levered himself off the couch and matter-of-factly dealt with the condom. From the pile of clothing on the floor, he extracted a pair of navy boxer briefs.

      Pity to cover that body.

      Suddenly she remembered something and bounced off the couch. “Wait a minute. You were my present. I never got to unwrap you.”

      “Then we’ll have to do this again.” His lazy grin was pure seduction.

      She didn’t need to reflect for more than, oh, say, half a second. “Yes, please.”

      “Tonight?”

      “Damn, I can’t.” Today was Friday, which meant the office Christmas party was tonight. She would have loved to blow it off, but that would have been an insult to the Arkin family.

      Most people would be bringing spouses or dates, so maybe she should invite Nick….

      No. That was like saying she wanted a relationship, which she definitely didn’t. Especially not at Christmas when men had a habit of ditching her.

      4

      On Saturday, Nick rose late. Yesterday he’d driven to Whistler and skied all day, running into some friends and staying to have a beer and a burger before driving the couple hours home. Today he’d do some chores and look forward to a night with Jude.

      A cup of coffee in hand, he plugged in the lights on his Christmas tree and then sat down to call her. “We still on for tonight?”

      “Yes, please. Last night was terrible.”

      “Was that the office Christmas party? Karen mentioned it.” Jude hadn’t invited him, which was great by him. Proof she meant what she said about not wanting strings.

      “You’ve been talking to her?”

      “You figured she wouldn’t call about the Secret Santa thing?” At her groan, he said, “Relax. All I said was I liked you and we were going to see each other again. How about you?”

      “The same, but she had this gleam in her eye and didn’t want to leave it alone.”

      “Oh, yeah, that’s my sister-in-law. So what was so bad about the party?”

      “I’ll give you an example. They had those fancy crackers you pull apart, with toys and paper hats in them. Imagine a room full of grown-ups in evening dress wearing paper hats.”

      “Sounds kind of fun.”

      “Your idea of fun is different than mine.”

      A leading line, if ever he’d heard one. “That’s not how I remember it,” he said suggestively.

      She laughed. “Yes, that was fun. And nary a paper hat in sight, I’ll remind you.”

      Her musical voice was turning him on. If he had his way, he’d head over to her place and they’d hit the sheets. But, hey, she was female, which meant he had to show a little finesse. Besides, it was the holiday season, with great stuff happening in town. “Want to bundle up and go out on one of the carol ships? Or we could take a drive. There’s

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