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he moved riveted her gaze.
           The situation was getting risky. Stacy saw,
she wanted, she took, and she moved on. Possessive emotions didn’t get
involved. Really, she should leave...
           Except that his gaze trapped her as he
returned. He moved with the grace of a sleek panther, and her pulse raced
simply watching him. It was strange how suddenly a man could attract your eye
after years of knowing him, as if a switch suddenly flipped. It could be something
as simple as a joke that made you laugh, or a look you’d never seen before. Or
a topic of conversation that skated into territory that you’d never before
visited with him. And suddenly, you saw him, really saw him.
           However he’d done it, Jud had certainly
flipped her switch. Surprise, surprise.
           “So what’s a properly executed blow job?”
The question was out of her mouth before she consciously made the decision to
continue the bizarre conversation.
           He focused on her with a predatory gleam
and smiled as if to say Gotcha . Then
he leaned on the bar, close enough for a faint whiff of his aftershave and
something else. The scent of an aroused male animal.
           She’d set the limits on their relationship
in her own mind, preferring confidant status to sexual partner standing. Why
she’d relegated him to that position she couldn’t seem to recall in the rush of
heat flooding her body. In a setting where just about anything was permissible,
Jud had suddenly become her forbidden fruit.
           And she wanted a taste of him. Badly.

Chapter Three
           “A proper blow job occurs when a woman so
enjoys what she’s doing that she comes just by the act of pleasuring the man.”
           Jud didn’t touch Stacy. He simply waited
for her reaction. And he got it. Her pupils dilated, and her chest rose and
fell with rapid breaths. For once, she was absolutely speechless.
           “And a woman like Melody is too
self-oriented to understand that a man’s pleasure enhances her pleasure.” He
had Stacy right where he wanted her. Breathless. Anticipating. “It works both
ways. Most young men haven’t discovered that a woman’s orgasm can be as
pleasurable as experiencing his own.”
           She recovered to arch one elegant eyebrow
as if his speech had no effect on her. “So making a woman come gets you off?”
           “Making a woman come is essential. Without
it, a man can attain physical orgasm, but he can’t achieve true pleasure.
Another cocktail?” He prepared a new flute even as he asked.
           She glanced at her glass, then up at him,
and finally to the mirror behind the bar as if that would reveal something she
needed to see. “Yes...no, I mean... Dammit, Jud.”
           He read her mind. She wanted, yet wasn’t
sure. She needed, but didn’t know exactly what.
           He pushed her second champagne into her
fingers. “Let me show you what I mean.”
           She sipped. In her green eyes, indecision
battled yearning. He wondered if she knew just how enlightening her gaze was.
           He added one more line of inducement.
“Consider it an invitation to passion the likes of which you’ve never known.”
He willed her to take him up on the offer.
           At the end of the bar, a waitress signaled.
He let her slip through the latch to get what she needed. A guest tapped his
empty glass on the counter, requesting a refill. Jud ignored him until he went
away. The bar chatter was like elevator music he tuned out. All that mattered
was enticing this gorgeous woman.
           “Jud, I really don’t think—”
           “Don’t think, Serena,” he said, using her
club name to beguile her. “I want you. I have for quite some time.”
           She bit her lip, something he’d never seen
her do except to lure a younger man upstairs with her. This was completely
unconscious. He liked having her off balance.