unbuttoned and her fingers skating over his chest and abdomen. There wasn’t an ounce of body fat on him. Just smooth, tanned skin covering lean, sculptured muscles. It had been so easy to unhook the waistband of his pants. Easier still to slip a hand down the front of his boxer briefs.
Her actions had surprised her. She was aggressive and bossy in bed, but never that aggressive. She liked to be in charge and give the orders, but usually the orders were all based on what she wanted done to her. She had never been overly concerned about pleasing a man. Of course, she hadn’t been overly concerned this morning either. The oral sex wasn’t about him. It was more about her desire. Like an Atkins dieter in a bakery, she tried to make up for what was lacking in her life by gorging herself while she had the chance. Once satisfied, she’d fallen fast asleep, unconcerned with the carnage she left behind. Or whether or not her partner was as satisfied as she was. She thought he had been. But she really couldn’t say.
From the kitchen came the sound of breaking glass followed by a mumbled curse. Cassie jerked the covers closer to her neck, suddenly feeling very naked. And extremely embarrassed. She didn’t want to confront the man she’d acted like such a sex-crazed slut with. She wanted to slip unnoticed out the front door and never have to see him again.
Unfortunately, James didn’t seem like the type of guy who would let a woman walk out his door without a goodbye. Especially after sex. Goodbyes after sex probably went hand in hand with door opening and driving.
Damn. Why couldn’t she have gotten turned on by one of the younger escorts who probably wouldn’t have cared less if she ducked out after sex? In fact, they probably would’ve beaten her to it.
A cheerful whistling started. It sounded like that Christmas song by Mariah Carey. She sat up and stared fearfully at the open bedroom door.
Get a grip, Cassie. Obviously, he isn’t feeling embarrassed, so stop acting like you’re in high school and pull yourself together. So you jumped him and screwed his brains out. With his profession and looks, it can’t be the first time.
All she needed to do was act nonchalant, as if nothing special had taken place. Especially hot and heavy sex that had nearly set her hair on fire. She would get up and get dressed and ask for a ride back to her car. Then she would never have to see his face again.
It was a shame.
Timidly, she removed the sheet and placed her feet to the floor. The microwave beeped above the whistling, and she almost jumped through her skin. The bacon now smelled a little burnt, but the other smell was heavenly. Coffee. Strong, wonderful coffee. How she would love a cup right about then.
But the coffee would have to wait.
She looked around the room for her dress. It rested on the back of a blue chair along with her underwear.She hurried across the room and grabbed her panties. A sound in the kitchen caused her to pause. With only one leg in the skinny little scrap, she glanced back at the bedroom door. Crap, she should’ve closed it. Too late now. She would just have to be quick, which wasn’t easy after a night with eight glasses of champagne and strenuous sexual activity. She moved like her mother had after hemorrhoid surgery.
Getting the piece of dental-floss panties on wasn’t too bad, but the strapless bra was a different story. Why hadn’t Amy gotten her one that clasped in the front? And who had invented the hooks from hell?
A throat cleared, and she froze with her back and bare butt to the door and her hands gripping both sides of her bra.
“You need some help?”
Acting nonchalant was a lot harder than it had seemed a few minutes earlier.
“No, I think I’ve got it.” She continued to fumble with the hooks while wondering if her blush covered both sets of cheeks.
“Here.” Suddenly James was right there behind her, smelling like clean, spicy soap and fragrant coffee. He took the
Her actions had surprised her. She was aggressive and bossy in bed, but never that aggressive. She liked to be in charge and give the orders, but usually the orders were all based on what she wanted done to her. She had never been overly concerned about pleasing a man. Of course, she hadn’t been overly concerned this morning either. The oral sex wasn’t about him. It was more about her desire. Like an Atkins dieter in a bakery, she tried to make up for what was lacking in her life by gorging herself while she had the chance. Once satisfied, she’d fallen fast asleep, unconcerned with the carnage she left behind. Or whether or not her partner was as satisfied as she was. She thought he had been. But she really couldn’t say.
From the kitchen came the sound of breaking glass followed by a mumbled curse. Cassie jerked the covers closer to her neck, suddenly feeling very naked. And extremely embarrassed. She didn’t want to confront the man she’d acted like such a sex-crazed slut with. She wanted to slip unnoticed out the front door and never have to see him again.
Unfortunately, James didn’t seem like the type of guy who would let a woman walk out his door without a goodbye. Especially after sex. Goodbyes after sex probably went hand in hand with door opening and driving.
Damn. Why couldn’t she have gotten turned on by one of the younger escorts who probably wouldn’t have cared less if she ducked out after sex? In fact, they probably would’ve beaten her to it.
A cheerful whistling started. It sounded like that Christmas song by Mariah Carey. She sat up and stared fearfully at the open bedroom door.
Get a grip, Cassie. Obviously, he isn’t feeling embarrassed, so stop acting like you’re in high school and pull yourself together. So you jumped him and screwed his brains out. With his profession and looks, it can’t be the first time.
All she needed to do was act nonchalant, as if nothing special had taken place. Especially hot and heavy sex that had nearly set her hair on fire. She would get up and get dressed and ask for a ride back to her car. Then she would never have to see his face again.
It was a shame.
Timidly, she removed the sheet and placed her feet to the floor. The microwave beeped above the whistling, and she almost jumped through her skin. The bacon now smelled a little burnt, but the other smell was heavenly. Coffee. Strong, wonderful coffee. How she would love a cup right about then.
But the coffee would have to wait.
She looked around the room for her dress. It rested on the back of a blue chair along with her underwear.She hurried across the room and grabbed her panties. A sound in the kitchen caused her to pause. With only one leg in the skinny little scrap, she glanced back at the bedroom door. Crap, she should’ve closed it. Too late now. She would just have to be quick, which wasn’t easy after a night with eight glasses of champagne and strenuous sexual activity. She moved like her mother had after hemorrhoid surgery.
Getting the piece of dental-floss panties on wasn’t too bad, but the strapless bra was a different story. Why hadn’t Amy gotten her one that clasped in the front? And who had invented the hooks from hell?
A throat cleared, and she froze with her back and bare butt to the door and her hands gripping both sides of her bra.
“You need some help?”
Acting nonchalant was a lot harder than it had seemed a few minutes earlier.
“No, I think I’ve got it.” She continued to fumble with the hooks while wondering if her blush covered both sets of cheeks.
“Here.” Suddenly James was right there behind her, smelling like clean, spicy soap and fragrant coffee. He took the
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