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gut-clenching moments of pure panic when he feared they’d made the wrong decision. That indulging in their fantasy had ruined everything that was just beginning between him and Melanie.
    Yep. Never better. Even when Judd walked over to Mel, bent to kiss her cheek and thank her for inviting him in.
    The door snicked closed and Melanie sighed and leaned back against the buttery-soft leather. He’d take her there some morning, on the couch with the warm desert sunrise turning her entire body golden. Will would lay her back against the leather, spread her wide, and worship her with his whole body.
    For now, his goddess looked a little sleepy with the blanket dipping low over her collarbone. She’d put her hair up in a ponytail while he was in the bathroom, and her skin was still a little splotchy.
    “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    She snorted. “Likely story.”
    “No. It’s absolutely true.”
    “I’ll concede that I’m perhaps the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen naked on your couch.” She pulled a face, and he knew she was regretting making the comparison, however vague, to Amber and the women who’d been there before. So she changed the subject. “Wanna order something?”
    Come to think of it, he was starving. He tossed her a water bottle and plopped down next to her on the couch. She cracked the lid and downed it in about three gulps. That simple act shouldn’t be so erotic when they’d both just blown the door open wide on erotic acts. He glimpsed a flash of breast when she put the empty on the floor, wondered if she was already bruising where he’d bit at her skin, then she bounced over to his side and snuggled in.
    “My hands are cold.” Draping one side of the blanket over him so her bare breast pressed into his side when she wrapped an arm around him, she damn near made him jump out of his skin when she placed her ice-hand on his lower back. “Ahhhh,” she said exaggeratedly. “Much better.”
    “Damn, Melanie.”
    But she just smiled against his shoulder and went to work tracing complicated designs on the small of his back. That warmed him up faster than it should have.
    “I’m hungry.”
    “Ditto. You wore me out, Mel. What sounds good?”
    “Not sure. You pick.”
    Hmm, he was actually considering how to code their pizza for this monumental event. He doubted they’d ever repeat it. But in case she wanted to—in case they wanted to—“What toppings say, congratulations, you’ve just knocked off the number one item on your sexual bucket list ?”
    “Yeah. About that.”
    “About what?”
    Mel jumped up from the couch, suddenly energetic, and moved over to the big leather chair where Judd had sat earlier.
    “This.”
    She dangled a roll of wide, shiny black electrical tape from her index finger.
    Wait. Bondage tape.
    “I thought you were hungry.”
    She shrugged and unraveled a length of it, stretching it, testing it. Looking like she was getting all kinds of ideas.
    “Oh no. We’ve had enough of that tonight. I think it’s a cheese pizza and Star Wars night after all.”
    “Oh you do, do you?”
    “Yep.” He began to edge around the coffee table, but she started backing up to the hallway.
    “Plain cheese? Booooring,” she teased.
    He caught her around the waist. “A classic,” he insisted, and bent to capture her mouth with his.
    “Mmmmm.”
    Her moan was a subtle vibration on his mouth. “Utterly delicious.”
    “I don’t know.” She nibbled at his lower lip, and he tried to remind himself he wasn’t a total jackass and shouldn’t guide her mouth down to his cock. They hadn’t said anything about green peppers.
    “I think after the extraordinary night you arranged for us,” she continued, completely oblivious to his mental struggle, “I think I owe you a pizza. My treat.”
    She was up to something, but he played along. But played it his way, bringing her arms up over her head, gripping her wrists in his hands and pressing her