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God, it was a turn-on.
    “You don’t agree?” His brow was cocked, watching my rosy cheeks as I tried to discreetly fan myself.
    “Hmm, sorry…what?” I tried to snap out of my haze and recall what I was supposed to be agreeing to.
    He chuckled. “Do you agree that when a guy goes down on you, you’re the one in control?”
    “Oh, umm…to be honest, I have absolutely no idea,” I said, diverting my eyes to the computer, totally embarrassed by my admission. “My experience with sex is to get it over with as quickly as possible.” My cheeks flared red hot, the confession out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
    Deafening silence filled the room as the walls closed in. I didn’t know where to look.
    “How long were you married?” he finally asked quietly.
    “Seven years.”
    “Was the guy a fucking monk? What…he never…” He ran his hand through his hair in disbelief.
    My brow furrowed with embarrassment. “Close. He was a preacher. Comes from a long line of preachers who believe sex is for procreation and not pleasure.”
    “Fuck me, what a tosser,” he declared, then raised his hand apologetically. “Sorry, you don’t mind me swearing, do you?”
    Giggling, I replied, “No, I don’t mind. I ain’t the preacher.”
    Max finally stirred and headed toward the door, needing to go outside. Adam jumped up to let him out, then gazed out the back window at the lighthouse in the distance.
    “Would you mind if I brought my easel over to paint from your back porch? It really is a magnificent view.”
    “Sure. I don’t think the owners would mind, as long as you don’t get paint everywhere.”
    He paused, processing what I’d just said. “So this isn’t your house? I don’t know why, I thought you lived here.”
    I shook my head. “No, my agent leased the place for the winter. I have eight weeks to write a masterpiece.” I rolled my eyes at the impossible task.
    Leaning up against the doorjamb, he nodded as I spoke. “I’m in the Hamptons for eight weeks, too, then back to Philadelphia. It was on my bucket list to come here to paint.” He dropped his eyes. “It was now or never, so I thought what the hell.”
    His eyes rose to meet mine and I saw a sadness behind them, the sadness from the night before perhaps, creeping in. It was gone in a split second and his expression was back to the easy smile he seemed to wear so comfortably, but I swear there was something more lurking beneath the rugged good looks that he was struggling to hide.
    “By all means, bring your stuff over. I’d love the company.”
    The beaming smile returned, making me forget he was anything other than a confident, sexy man…who wanted to spend time with me. Well, wanted to spend time on my back porch, at least.
    He checked his watch, then scratched his beard, hesitating for a moment. “Are you hungry? Do you fancy some lunch yet?”
    Looking at the time on my laptop, I couldn’t believe it was after one in the afternoon. We’d been talking for hours and it had only seemed like minutes. “Thanks, Sugar. That’d be great.”
    Mischief crossed his face, his eyes dancing. “I’ll go grab something to eat, and my easel. Your homework while I’m gone is to write a list of ten words you can use in your book for a penis.” He grinned at me, chuckling as my face dropped at the thought. “No swords or daggers or any other lethal objects. I want good, strong masculine words that a guy would use every day of the week.”
    Pushing the door open, he took a step through and turned. “I’ll give you the first word to get you started. It’s cock.”
      
    I sat dumbfounded for what felt like ten minutes, my mind totally blank. The only thing that I could think of was cock and the way the word had rolled from his lips like a sensual promise.
    Trying too hard never worked for me. Thoughts and ideas needed to flow naturally in their own time, so I decided to put on some music as a distraction. I’d brought my iPod with me,