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it wouldn’t take long for him to narrow down every school with those colors if he’d wanted. The same way other men could uncover the information—men not nearly as scrupulous as Marcus.
    Then again, he was in a paid chat room on a sexcam site. Just how scrupulous was he?
    Tandi’s face refilled his screen, the cutest little sheepish grin on her mouth. “I feel… really stupid.” She rustled in the packaging, pulled out a tiny black clip, and fitted it to the back. “Ta-da.”
    She set the camera on something higher and sat on the edge of a bed. With her legs crossed, she propped herself up into a lazy slouch, her shirt falling open across her breasts and belly.
    “Christ,” Marcus murmured, his mind reluctantly pulling from his concern right back to sex.
    She pointed a little remote toward Marcus, the camera zoomed in, then out, and changed angles. “Guess I should learn how to read directions.”
    “Tandi, we should—?”
    “Get this party started,” she finished for him. “Right?”
    “Uh, Tandi—“
    She pushed to her feet, slanted one hip, and shrugged, nudging her shirt over her shoulders and down her arms. And, Christ, she was all tanned skin, fit, toned body, dark hair, and cut-off jeans. A goddamned walking fantasy, one who would have made him choke on his tongue had he met her on the street—kinda like he was doing now. And the lusty beat and lyrics of “Bad Girlfriend” came from somewhere in her room.
    “Do you have any special requests, Marcus?” Her hips rocked to the beat, and she skimmed her hands up her body, pausing at her breasts to squeeze and plump the mounds beneath the silk. She tipped her head back, shook out her hair, and sighed. “Mmmm. Something special you’d like me to do?”
    “Uh…this works.” God, he was a moron. How could he be so in control in the field, so confident in bed once he got a woman there, yet so…lost…in these beginning flirting stages? If women didn’t hit on him at the bars—when he used to get to the bars—he’d never get laid.
    Tandi let her blouse slide slowly down her arms and off her hands with a seductive grin. Her mouth was generous, her eyes heavily lashed and beautifully shaped, her nose straight and slim. She skimmed her flat belly with her hands, then again, letting her fingers disappear beneath the low waistband.
    “Are you touching yourself, Marcus?” she asked in a throaty whisper.
    Her question made him focus on his cock, where it was rock hard and pushing against the laptop. “N-no.”
    She popped the button of her jeans, slid down the zipper, and caressed her hands lower. “Why not?”
    Good question. His cock was begging for some solid pressure. The constant thrum of “My girlfriend’s gotta have it” and “dirty girl getting down” didn’t help.
    “Are you alone?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Slide your hands down there, handsome.” She hooked her thumbs into the hips of her shorts and shimmied them down, millimeter by millimeter to the beat of the music. She was smooth, sexy…and Marcus second-guessed his newbie thoughts. She’d definitely danced before. “Imagine my hand stroking your cock.”
    His entire lower body had filled with 90 percent of his blood supply at the sight of her in nothing but a white bra and skimpy panties. Marcus’s mouth dried up. She was simply…gorgeous.
    Her shorts hit the floor, and Marcus groaned.
    “That’s it,” she said, voice sultry-smooth. “Touch yourself the way I’d touch you, Marcus.”
    “I love the way you move.” His voice came out rough.
    “I love moving for you.” She made a quick, precise turn and stepped away from the bed with a dancer’s skill. She grinned back over her shoulder, but Marcus couldn’t pull his gaze from the scalloped edge of the tiny panties, her smooth thighs, tight ass, tucked waist, trim shoulders. He finally reached beneath the laptop to ease the pressure in his cock.
    “God damn, girl…” he muttered.
    “Great Pretender”