Snapped by Kendra Little

first."
    "No!" Jeez, did she want him to
spontaneously combust?
    "Don't be silly, it's only harmless
fun. Let's see. This is one I had tonight. It's recurring so it must mean
something. Probably that I'm too horny for my own good. I'm enjoying a hot
Roman bath with other women, all of us completely naked..."
    "Stop it, Lucy." Would she
never let up?
    But she didn't stop. "Then six male
slaves enter. They're naked too, and their bodies are slick with oils. And each
one of them has a hard-on the size of..." she glanced down to where his
crotch was hidden beneath the covers, "...yours. But they don't look at
any of the other women, just me. They enter the water, approaching slowly, lust
in their eyes. Then one by one—"
    "Lucy, that's enough!" He
rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't look at her any more. Even
in the darkness he could see the shine of lust in her eyes. If her story ended
as steamily as he thought it would, then he couldn't listen and still lie
passively next to her.
    The alternative was too much, too
dangerous to think about.
    But when she moved close to him, pressed
herself into his back and circled her arm around his waist, he couldn't think
about anything else. Her breasts squished against him, the firm buds of her
nipples rubbing against his bare skin. He closed his eyes and tried to think
about his taxes. That was supposed to cure a raging erection, wasn't it?
    "Nick," she whispered in his
ear, "give in. You want to. I want to. It's only natural for two adults in
this situation."
    He shoved her arm away. "No. I'm not
like you, Lucy. I don't do the one-night stand thing." And he didn't want
to risk anything longer than that. Not that she'd want it. This woman was bad
for him. He needed to avoid any kind of intimacy with her, long or short term,
because he knew he'd get in too deep.
    "How do you know, if you don't
try?" Her hand touched him again, but this time rested on his hip. He wore
boxer shorts, but that didn't stop the zap of electricity passing between them.
Her hand rose to the band and quickly slipped inside, but returned to his hip. He
sucked in air. His skin burned where she touched him. What if she circled her
hand down, around? If she connected with his erection, she'd win for sure.
    "Lucy, please, stop." But it
sounded half-hearted, even to him.
    "I love this part of a man,"
she said ignoring him. "The place where butt meets thigh." Her hand
rubbed along the area, leaving a wake of tingles and heat. "The sinews,
the small dent just here," her fingers pressed into the side of his butt
cheek, "and the corded muscle when it's squeezed tight, like now." She
leaned in, nipped his ear and pulled his shorts down further so his rear was
completely exposed under the covers. "And you've got the best butt I've
ever felt, Nick. Let me see it."
    He shook his head because he couldn't
speak. He untangled his fingers from the sheet he didn't know he was clutching,
and pulled the shorts back over his butt.
    She sighed loudly. "You're one tough
cookie to crack. But I will make you crack." She sounded annoyed. "And
you're going to love it."
    He shook his head again, wanting to tell
her he wouldn't crack, he wouldn't love it. But he wasn't a good liar so he
kept quiet.
    "What's wrong with you?" she
snapped, rolling away. "Anyone would think you were a virgin bride the way
you're behaving. Men don't play hard to get, Nick, it's not in the rule
book."
    But he wasn't like every other man. He
couldn't sleep with her because that meant starting a relationship, and Lucy
Hudson wasn't the relationship kind. And he wasn't the one night-stand kind. He'd
learnt that the hard way, after Donna. When she cheated on him with his partner
in Stanton, he wanted to get her back at first and tried to sleep around. Only
he couldn't just up and leave in the morning, no matter how hard he tried. Since
the divorce, he'd had two short relationships with women he didn't care for,
just because he couldn't tell them he'd only