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then she’d want to know more. Like where he lived and what his work was and … how he liked to make love.
    ‘“Sex Fact or Fiction”.’
    She almost spluttered into her wine. ‘Pardon?’
    ‘The quiz.’ He was looking at the cover of the magazine she’d left on the desk. ‘You haven’t read it yet?’
    ‘I must’ve missed it. Obviously you didn’t.’
    ‘I’m a guy. I saw the word sex,’ he said, amusement in his voice as he flicked through the pages. ‘Okay, test your knowledge. Sales of condoms decrease when a recession hits—fact or fiction?’
    She took a moment to compose herself and consider. ‘Fiction. Definitely. Too expensive to go out and too expensive to have kids.’
    He nodded. ‘Correct. How about this? Humans are the only species to have sex for pleasure.’
    The way he said ‘pleasure’, all virile and velvet and promising, made her skin rupture with heat. She took another sip of wine. ‘Yes.’
    ‘Not so.’ He studied her with inscrutable eyes. ‘Apparently we’re not the only creatures on the planet wanting to get it on.’
    ‘Oh?’ But was she the only one in this room right now wanting to get it on? He was as relaxed as if he was discussing the weather, one arm slung over the back of the chair, whereas she was as tense as strung piano wire.
    ‘How about this, then? Men’s sexual organs are designed for more pleasure than women’s.’
    ‘Um …’ She trailed off at the hot promise of that pleasure. Her own feminine places dampened and she had to resist squirming on the chair. ‘Fiction.’
    ‘Yep. Women have it all over men in this department. According to the quiz, the clitoris is the only known organ that exists for the sole purpose of pleasure.’
    Oh. Her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. Had she ever had such a bizarrely intimate conversation with a guy before? ‘Um … sexual organs aside …’ she bit down on her bottom lip ‘… surely it would depend on who’s giving the pleasure?’
    His head came up and he looked at her through lazy-lidded eyes. ‘You’re a woman—you tell me.’
    ‘For me …’ She struggled for composure and sophistication. ‘It definitely depends on the partner.’
    ‘Wouldn’t this partner’s expertise have something to do with it? Besides liking the guy.’
    ‘Ah …’
    ‘I mean, you could be totally hot for him but if he doesn’t know how to do it for you … Ever had a guy likethat? You really like him, the connection’s there, the spark, the desire, but then you’re left hanging. So to speak.’
    ‘Uh … hmm.’
Flynn
. The earth hadn’t exactly moved with him. Ever. She’d told herself that was okay because she’d loved him, and love and affection and common goals were more important than physical fulfilment.
    Maybe she’d been wrong, because there’d been a shifting of tectonic plates happening beneath her feet since she’d kissed Nic. She knew instinctively that he wouldn’t be the type to leave any woman unsatisfied.
    ‘What’s this non-committal “hmm”?’
    ‘It’s a yes, okay?’ she snapped out, hating to admit it. Hating that he knew already. ‘I’ve had guys like that.’
    A slow and sexy, won’t-happen-if-you’re-with-me look drifted across his expression.
    If he ever decided to make a move.
    And why was this all about her? His focus was entirely too … focused. She deflected with, ‘But a guy can enjoy sex with anyone because it’s all about basic drive or need, right?’
    His gaze drifted over her like slow-moving lava. ‘Personally speaking, I like to connect with the woman I’m with. Enjoyment has to be about more than satisfying a basic urge. I feel a connection with you, Charlotte. I’m pretty sure you feel that connection too. I’d like to see where it takes us.’
    To heaven and beyond?
    His eyes had darkened as he spoke and she felt a shifting and thickening of anticipation in the air. But he didn’t move. Not so much as the flicker of an eyelash.
    Ah. ‘Are you