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right
side. Then I could sleep on the left. It really doesn’t matter to
me.” Stop blabbering like an idiot. Why was she so nervous now when she’d been so
cool and in charge at the hotel? Because the last three men who’d
been in her bedroom had lied, cheated and broken her heart. Tyler
being the latest and most devastating.
    Well this was different. Sam wasn’t real,
and Noah would play a part, take his grand and walk away. She might
as well get her money’s worth. It had been too long since she’d had
sex, and she was too embarrassed to buy a toy. Even from the
internet, someone had to deliver it.
    The bed creaked as Noah sat down on the
mattress and pushed a few times. “Firm.”
    She turned her back and slipped off her
shoes. Looking at him on her bed made her want to pounce on him,
yet her body shook in fear. What would he think when he found out
how inexperienced she was? The man had to have women lined up and
throwing themselves at him.
    Warm, rough skin caressed her waist, making
her jump at the unexpected touch.
    “ They’ll never believe you
if you jump when I touch you.” He put his other hand on her waist
and pulled her onto his lap.
    Every muscle in her body tensed, and she
sucked in her breath. They’d known each other a few short hours,
and she’d brought him to her house. He could be a serial killer or
a rapist. What was she thinking?
    “ Relax.” His husky tone
and soft breath on her skin eased her nerves. “We’ve been intimate
before.”
    Only in her dreams and her lies. But he was
right about one thing. She had to play the part of the love
stricken girlfriend in a new relationship. It shouldn’t be too hard
with Noah playing Sam.
    She let out her breath and relaxed. Her body
molded to his as he wrapped his arm around her. He traced a finger
over her waist, up her side and brushed the underside of her
breast. Heat ignited in her bosom, sending tingles to her nipples.
Juices flowed between her legs. If she’d worn panties tonight,
they’d have been soaked by now.
    He tipped his head and leaned down. Soft,
tender lips swept across hers. He hesitated and pulled back. The
sweet taste had been like a drop of liquor to an alcoholic. She
cupped his face and covered his mouth with hers. Darting her tongue
inside, she explored and searched. Licked. Sucked. Tasted beer and
discovered muscle. The man was rock solid from tongue to toes.
    His chest rose and fell in quick bursts as
he spoke. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m sure
people will believe us as long as you look at me like you are
now.”
    Oh, but she wanted to do more. See more.
Taste more. She licked her lips and kissed him again. His hands dug
into her hair, and he pulled her closer. As his breaths grew rapid,
his muscled pecs brushed her nipples—which ached to be freed from
the constraining bra, begged to be touched.
    She stripped his shirt off
and pushed him back on the bed. Was she really doing this?
Meaningless sex with a man she barely knew? Her eyes took in his
washboard abs, stone pecs and bulging biceps. Yeah. Oh yeah, she
was doing this .
    Straddling him, she touched the smooth skin
stretched over hardened chest muscles. All steel, as in her dreams,
not a strand of hair grew on his lean waist or torso. His eyes
blazed with desire as he slid her blouse over her head. The sheer
fabric of her bra exposed puckered nipples. A low moan vibrated
through his throat.
    Thoughts invaded her mind again. Pestered
her with questions of why she would give herself to a complete
stranger. All reason fled as his hands caressed her legs.
    Slipping off her bra, she threw it to the
side. It didn’t hide anything. Only got in the way of what she
wanted; his hands massaging her breasts.
    He granted her wish. Tugged at her nipples.
Pleasure ran down to the pit of her stomach. She arched her back
and ground against his crotch. His pants separated her growing need
from the one thing that could quench her desire—the hard