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break him with her size. Or was he making fun? Everything was too confusing.
    “Well, I sit on your lap and take some of my clothes off, Ramon.” Jude’s wobbly legs carried her across the small room to his position, and she dropped to her knees. “I’m supposed to dance and pleasure you, unless you have a better idea that’s legal . I’m not one of the girls who say yes to anything. I have some limits.” Lots of limits.
    His dark eyes stole down her body with special attention to her average breasts. Were they too small? Was he thinking about the way her chest might bounce as they made love? Heat seared her to the core.
    Jude leaned into him between his knees and kneaded the steaming bulge in his jeans with her hands. He was hard as steel. She gazed up at him, but saw only his poker face—no element of like or dislike, just blank and unnerving.
    She wanted to look sexy or simmering, but felt ridiculous. Her confidence waned. What was he thinking? Did he like this? Did he want more…or maybe for her to stop? She needed to know if she was even on the right track or wasting their time. Then she wondered about the biggest question. Why her?
    He commanded her onto his lap with a pat on his firm thigh. “Come here. I’ve seen you up on that lonely stage, Jude. Now I want to experience you in private.”
    His eyes seemed to soften with intent as he searched her face. She felt naked yet confident. He wasn’t laughing yet. What about when he discovered how little she knew about satisfying a man? He’d laugh and run away.
    Jude braced her hands on the arms of the chair and forced herself to slide onto his lap. Her heart slammed violently in her chest. “Please call me Jude.” She straddled his muscle-corded legs and gripped the chair for support. “Is this better?”
    Ramon’s hands hovered over her forearms. He licked his lips, teasing her to partake. “Can I touch you, Jude?” His breathing sped up. Earnest sincerity graced his face.
    The question and his subsequent actions knocked her totally off-kilter. Can you touch me? Can you touch me? Everywhere and in every way, you can touch me. I’ll die if you don’t… She had no idea where the thoughts came from, but she didn’t discourage them. For once she wanted to run into a man’s arms with abandon—this man’s. “Yes, Ramon.”
    Shivers ran from her hairline to her toes. His brown eyes drew her in and his sincere smile gave her courage. A little bit of courage, anyway…
    Her body moved on instinct—thrilling, sensual instinct.
    Jude shifted to give him better access to the shirt. She wished it was his shirt with his scent. Her breath hitched as his long fingers grazed her breasts. He skimmed her sensitive skin with the gentlest of caresses, bringing a whimper from low in her throat. It was like he was being intentionally careful—like he knew about her past. Her skin flushed. She’d been waiting for ages for this moment.
    His eyes lit up. “God, I want to see you, babe. You’re beautiful.”
    Ramon’s heavy-lidded eyes crinkled at the corners and a slight bit of colour darkened his stubble-covered cheeks. He leant forward and rubbed his nose against her neck, teasing her skin and giving her a glimpse of his scent—woodsy and masculine.
    Jude allowed herself a tiny moan.
    “Yes, sweet girl. Tell me this is real.” Ramon grasped her hips to rub his cock with her crotch. They moved together slowly, building hungry need. He sighed and nipped her neck.
    Although she wore the bra, she felt completely exposed in his arms and like she could get lost there forever…

    Ramon felt like he had come home. The desire to reveal his real name, to hear Drew slide off her tongue, made it hard to concentrate. Ramon Decker existed on paper and nowhere else. Damn the operation. He slid open the sides of her shirt, revealing two perfect breasts with taut, rosy pink nipples, and couldn’t help but grin. Jude shied away and wriggled. Worry clouded her eyes. Did she