them flying over the railing where they landed somewhere on the floor below.
‘Now you’re just showing off.’ She stopped a foot away. So close. Not close enough.
‘No, this would be showing off.’ He took off his grey boxers, incredibly empowered when she stared at his erection in open-mouthed surprise.
‘Well, I can see where your confidence comes from,’ she said, something akin to awe in her low tone. ‘And all I can say is lucky me.’
He grinned at her typical bluntness as he reached out, snagged her bra strap and tugged gently. ‘One of us is still overdressed.’
‘Show me your bedroom and I’ll remedy that,’ she said, her hungry gaze still roaming his body.
‘This way.’ He took her hand, liking the way it fit so perfectly in his.
When he’d suggested they spend the night together, he’d expected Lucy to bolt. He hadn’t anticipated that she’d respond like this. Playful. Sexy. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.
And the way she was teasing him? Her uninhibited sprint up his stairs in her panties? A major surprise. And a total turn-on.
The women he’d been with in the past were either voracious man-eaters who took the lead and wanted hard and fast, or simpering, sly game players who submitted because they thought he wanted it that way.
What Cash really wanted was a woman who matched him in every way, a woman to keep him on his toes, a woman who made him laugh.
Right now, Lucy ticked all the boxes and, by their verbal foreplay, he knew the sex was going to be mind-blowing.
They paused at his bedroom door. How many women had he brought up here over the years, eager for a night of fun, not caring whether they stayed or not? Didn’t say much about him as a man, though until this moment he’d never felt ashamed of the way he’d emotionally shut off from his entanglements. He liked complication-free sex. So why the tsunami of doubt swamping him now? Why the worry that he wouldn’t be able to stay shut off this time; that the moment they entered his bedroom their pretend relationship would move into complicated territory?
‘Having second thoughts?’ She squeezed his hand.
He tugged her into the bedroom by way of an answer, kicked the door shut and backed her towards the bed, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. ‘No second thoughts. Time to make good on my promise to ravish you all night.’
They stopped when the backs of her knees hit the bed, Lucy’s expectant expression making him experience his second flash of doubt in as many minutes.
Cash hated expectations. Every time he’d seen his dad’s disappointment in life growing up, he’d felt compelled to strive harder and work longer and be better.
It was why he set the bar high now in everything he did. And he was proud of his achievements.
But never had he experienced this desperate need to meet the expectations of a woman. And he guessed that these would be no ordinary expectations, just as Lucy was no ordinary woman.
She was a woman driven to drastic measures, like posing as his fake girlfriend for a week. She was vulnerable and strong, sassy and sweet, a bundle of contradictions he was just dying to disentangle. In short, she was unlike any woman he’d ever met before.
He saw the momentary concern in her eyes, and, determined to banish any doubts they both might harbour, he slid an arm around her waist, held her secure and toppled them onto the bed.
She laughed as they landed in a tangle of arms and legs, her joyful exuberance dampening the last of his doubts.
He wanted her. She wanted him. A night of explosive sex didn’t have to complicate anything.
She rolled onto her side, her face inches from his. She studied him, as if imprinting every detail of this significant moment in her memory.
He knew the feeling. He wanted to remember this later, wanted to replay every playful moment, every erotic second.
He traced the tan line of the sleeveless tank tops she wore for work, his fingertip skating over the
‘Now you’re just showing off.’ She stopped a foot away. So close. Not close enough.
‘No, this would be showing off.’ He took off his grey boxers, incredibly empowered when she stared at his erection in open-mouthed surprise.
‘Well, I can see where your confidence comes from,’ she said, something akin to awe in her low tone. ‘And all I can say is lucky me.’
He grinned at her typical bluntness as he reached out, snagged her bra strap and tugged gently. ‘One of us is still overdressed.’
‘Show me your bedroom and I’ll remedy that,’ she said, her hungry gaze still roaming his body.
‘This way.’ He took her hand, liking the way it fit so perfectly in his.
When he’d suggested they spend the night together, he’d expected Lucy to bolt. He hadn’t anticipated that she’d respond like this. Playful. Sexy. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.
And the way she was teasing him? Her uninhibited sprint up his stairs in her panties? A major surprise. And a total turn-on.
The women he’d been with in the past were either voracious man-eaters who took the lead and wanted hard and fast, or simpering, sly game players who submitted because they thought he wanted it that way.
What Cash really wanted was a woman who matched him in every way, a woman to keep him on his toes, a woman who made him laugh.
Right now, Lucy ticked all the boxes and, by their verbal foreplay, he knew the sex was going to be mind-blowing.
They paused at his bedroom door. How many women had he brought up here over the years, eager for a night of fun, not caring whether they stayed or not? Didn’t say much about him as a man, though until this moment he’d never felt ashamed of the way he’d emotionally shut off from his entanglements. He liked complication-free sex. So why the tsunami of doubt swamping him now? Why the worry that he wouldn’t be able to stay shut off this time; that the moment they entered his bedroom their pretend relationship would move into complicated territory?
‘Having second thoughts?’ She squeezed his hand.
He tugged her into the bedroom by way of an answer, kicked the door shut and backed her towards the bed, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. ‘No second thoughts. Time to make good on my promise to ravish you all night.’
They stopped when the backs of her knees hit the bed, Lucy’s expectant expression making him experience his second flash of doubt in as many minutes.
Cash hated expectations. Every time he’d seen his dad’s disappointment in life growing up, he’d felt compelled to strive harder and work longer and be better.
It was why he set the bar high now in everything he did. And he was proud of his achievements.
But never had he experienced this desperate need to meet the expectations of a woman. And he guessed that these would be no ordinary expectations, just as Lucy was no ordinary woman.
She was a woman driven to drastic measures, like posing as his fake girlfriend for a week. She was vulnerable and strong, sassy and sweet, a bundle of contradictions he was just dying to disentangle. In short, she was unlike any woman he’d ever met before.
He saw the momentary concern in her eyes, and, determined to banish any doubts they both might harbour, he slid an arm around her waist, held her secure and toppled them onto the bed.
She laughed as they landed in a tangle of arms and legs, her joyful exuberance dampening the last of his doubts.
He wanted her. She wanted him. A night of explosive sex didn’t have to complicate anything.
She rolled onto her side, her face inches from his. She studied him, as if imprinting every detail of this significant moment in her memory.
He knew the feeling. He wanted to remember this later, wanted to replay every playful moment, every erotic second.
He traced the tan line of the sleeveless tank tops she wore for work, his fingertip skating over the
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