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  She noticed he took something out of his pocket before dropping his trousers to the floor. “This time it really is my turn, Nicky,” he murmured, as he slipped off his black silk boxers, releasing his long, thick phallus that projected out in front of him. “And I’m going to take it.”

  Nicky shifted her gaze to his eyes and felt the effect of those words on her pulse, their inherent promise making her heartbeat flutter. Then she let her gaze descend back down the long, lean muscles to the erection that was just as notable as it was in her mind’s eye. How many times, in spite of herself, had she pictured his naked body in the last few hours? No, she thought, she hadn’t exaggerated his beauty and perfection in the slightest. And as she stared at the broad, lengthy shaft, she felt a tremor of both excitement and trepidation move through her at the thought of him entering her full force, invading her, ravishing her.

  Matt watched her watching him, then opened his hand to reveal a condom. Once again, he’d been prepared, she thought as he casually opened the plastic package. Had he been planning this all night?

  But right now she didn’t care if he had. In fact, part of her was pleased that he wanted her so much, that he was thinking about her just as much as she was thinking about him. And now she noticed he didn’t waste any time as he leaned over her, his mouth taking hers in a passionate kiss that left them gasping both for air and for sexual fulfillment.

  He didn’t even bother to reach behind her to unzip her dress, but pulled it up over her thighs in one swift motion.

  She gasped, writhing on the bed in eager anticipation, tugging at the dress to uncover more of herself, to make way for him. Then she felt his fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties, dipping into the ready juices of her vagina until she groaned softly. Drawing his hand back, he pulled the panties off, trailing them down the long, smooth territory of her legs. He lifted the panties up to his mouth and hesitated before tossing them aside. “You don’t want to wear these anyway,” he whispered, “they’re much too wet.”

  Pulling himself back, Matt held his erection with one hand. With the other, he drew the condom smoothly over the rounded head. Nicky felt a thrill of excitement bolt through her at watching Matt touch his penis, preparing it for her as if it were a weapon, sheathing it like a sword. Nicky watched from behind the layers of sensuous taffeta. It was like being covered with a blanket of silk, except her most intimate parts were now exposed for his eyes to see. And when he finished putting on the condom, he looked down at her with hooded eyes—eyes that told her he liked what he saw.

  She took in a quick breath as he lowered his naked body down over her. He kissed her mouth once again, this time even more passionately than before. And as he withdrew his tongue then his mouth from her lips that were swollen with his kiss, she felt his erection just touch the entrance to her vagina. Her opening that was so willing, so able to take him, all of him. She wrapped her legs around him, luring him inside of her.

  But this time he held back. “What is it you want, Nicky?” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Tell me.”

  Nicky bit her bottom lip. She couldn’t believe he was repeating what he had said four years ago to the sexy brunette on the videotape. But instead of feeling annoyed, she was turned on by the very idea of those words. Of actually saying those forbidden words.

  She glanced up into his dark, waiting eyes, willing herself to say them. But she didn’t know if she could. She’d never said such a thing before. She didn’t know how to talk dirty. “I want you so much,” she said instead.

  But that didn’t satisfy him. He shook his head, clicked his tongue disapprovingly, as if she had given her grade school teacher the wrong answer to a math question. “Tell me, Nicky. What do you want me to do to you?”

  The air stopped in her lungs. Oh god, how could she say it with him so close to her, watching her. And yet, she did want him to do what those words conveyed.

  He nudged his erection against her labia, against her swollen, sensitive, aching-for-release clitoris.

  “Come on, Nicky. Tell me what you want.”

  Her desire for him was suddenly greater than her fear. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Her words affected him immediately. Flares of excitement lit up his eyes while his jaw clenched with determination to fulfill her request.

  “Fuck me, Matt,” she went on, suddenly freed. “Fuck me hard.”

  Her words were stopped as he suddenly entered her, deeply and shatteringly. She grasped the linens beneath her for support as he thrust into her again, his body a perfect arc over hers. Although she was aware of this being “his turn”, she could feel her own driving need for culmination building up inside her. Then, to her surprise, he withdrew and lay down on his back beside her. “Come on top of me,” he demanded. “Hurry.”

  She pulled herself up and lifted her skirt as she settled quickly over him, her legs astride, her dripping labia just inches above his erect phallus. But before she sank onto him, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress far enough to pull the material from her shoulders.

  Matt let out a gasp that revealed his surprise. “Yes, Nicky,” he whispered. “Let me see you.”

  Without a bra, her naked breasts fell free, bobbing softly until he reached up and took them in his hands. Her nipples instantly grew erect beneath his fingers, sending jolts of electricity through to her core.

  Craving the feel of him inside her, she positioned herself over his erection and slowly sank down onto the pointing head, down over the widest point of him. Her slick vagina widened to accommodate him while his penis slid into her. She sank until he was fully inside her. The sheer size of him meant he touched every nerve inside her, and even her clitoris was throbbing in response.

  He closed his eyes and moaned with need as she tightened the muscles of her vagina around him. With her hands gripping the wall of his chest, she raised herself and then sank again over his vertical rod, gradually increasing the rhythm as he looked up at her with sultry, shining eyes.

  He reached out and fingered the tip of her clitoris as she continued her mounting rhythm. “I want you too, Nicky. I want to fuck you. But come for me first,” he whispered breathlessly. “Come for me.”

  His words flamed her desire, taking her to higher plateaus of pleasure. She wanted to come, was just as hungry as he was for orgasm. And the thought he was watching her made her even more excited.

  He continued to fondle her clitoris as she rode him, harder, stronger.

  “Look at me,” he demanded. “Don’t look away.”

  She heard his voice, heard what he wanted, and it only made her more excited. She looked down at him, letting him see the pleasure she was feeling as she rode him, as she pumped herself up and down over him. And then she reached the moment of bliss just before toppling, that feeling she was about to explode. The last thing she saw was Matt watching her when her body suddenly erupted with the power of her desired climax.

  Strong shockwaves filled her again and again, and she prolonged the pleasure by continuing to rise and fall over his phallus that was harder than ever as he shared in her excitement. Finally she drifted, floating in a state of utter contentment. She crumpled onto his chest and felt him cradling her briefly in his arms while her heavy breathing slowed.

  Matt turned her easily onto her right side, slipped her right leg between his, and lifted her left leg to his shoulder as he wedged himself between her legs. He thrust into her without any delay, as if he couldn’t wait a moment longer. She gasped with his entrance. The position was new to her, and she noticed it allowed him to sink even deeper inside her. Just as the last pulsing waves of her orgasm died away, he began his ascent, thrusting into her with ever increasing strength and speed.

  “I want you,” he said in a raspy voice, “so much.” He held onto her breasts with both hands, while she clung tightly onto the hard muscles of his upper arms to keep the position. His eyes burned into hers as he stroked her, his pleasure reflected in their gleaming depths. She could feel the
tension in his body mounting, sensed the approach of his orgasm by the increasing force and speed with which he entered her. His hands gripped her breasts while his cock rammed into her, claiming her.

  He obviously wasn’t going to delay getting what he wanted. With a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry, he thrust into her so hard, she cried out too. And then she knew he was coming. She could feel him releasing himself inside her, could feel his hot, throbbing erection spend itself fully.

  Gradually, he sank down onto her, his chest heaving as he buried his face in her hair that was spread out over the bed like a fan. She could feel him still pulsing inside her, his breathing still rapid.

  With her arms around him, she asked softly, “How was your turn?”

  “Incredible,” he replied in a husky voice, still trying to catch his breath. “But I somehow have a feeling that the pleasure wasn’t all mine.” He lay down on his side next to her, propping his head on his hand and smiling knowingly. “As far as taking turns, I still haven’t caught up to you.”

  “Sorry, Matt, but you never will.”

  “Oh yeah?” His grin widened as she laughed.

  “Not if I have my way,” she giggled. She could see he was thinking of a comeback when a loud knocking shattered the stillness.

  “Matt—are you in there?”

  “Yes, Frank, you found me,” he replied loud enough to carry across the room and through the heavy wooden door. “What is it?”

  “A telephone call from New York. She says it’s important.”

  Matt cursed under his breath as he pulled himself away from Nicky and got to his feet. He headed toward the bathroom to dispose of his condom. “Thanks, Frank,” he said on his way. “I’ll take it in my room.”

  Nicky didn’t think she’d ever seen a man move so quickly. And as she watched him come back to retrieve his clothes, she felt a sliver of jealousy slipping under the surface of her blissful mood. “I suppose that’s her,” she said, a bitter edge seeping into her voice.

  He bent over to pick up his shirt from the floor. “Listen, Nicky, whatever happens between us, don’t tell anyone what I told you tonight about my little arrangement, okay?”

  Whatever happens between us… The words echoed in her mind, leaving her heart feeling empty and cold. She stared up at him and noticed he suddenly looked very far away.

  “What I told you is strictly confidential. Not even my friends know what I’m up to,” he quickly explained as he stepped into the legs of his trousers.

  Suddenly, she was full of suspicions. “It’s not actually an arrangement, is it, Matt?”

  “What?” he asked as he pulled up his trousers and then reached for his belt.

  “It’s not an arrangement—it’s the real thing. I can see that now.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice had grown noticeably stern, with an undertone of annoyance coloring his words. He pulled on his shirt and, without another word, turned and scrambled out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

  She sat on her bed and listened to Frank’s footsteps descending the stairs while Matt’s disappeared in the opposite direction. Then she got to her feet, pulled her disheveled clothes back on, and tiptoed over to the chair in the corner where she’d left her equipment. Inside she felt a surge of conflicting emotions—she had suddenly gone from sexual ecstasy and romantic bliss to remorse and anger. The hot blood from her genitals now rushed to her head.

  Dipping her hand into her camera bag, she retrieved a tiny tape recorder. She hadn’t expected the contraption to be very practical on this assignment, but now she was glad she had it with her. Creeping along the dangerously creaky hallway floor, she finally reached the closed door of Matt’s room. She turned the recorder on, and held it flush against the door alongside her own ear. She knew it was risky, but she’d done this kind of thing in her line of work often enough that she’d developed a keen sense of how far she could go without getting caught.

  Then again, wasn’t this already too far? Not knowing the subjects she spied on somehow always helped her feel less sneaky. This time she was anything but impartial to the subject. Of course, she told herself. Because this was no longer just for Smith—this was for her. She was in over her head, acting like one of the jealous clients she so objectively worked for.

  She could admit she was hungry for more. More details of his shrewd marriage plans. More information about what the real Matt was thinking and feeling, about the Matt she didn’t yet know.

  She knew his body, had memorized every muscle of his chest, his back, his thighs, the tendons along his groin, the shape and extent of his member. But there was more, much more.

  Matt’s low-pitched words were loud enough to make out, even through the thick oak door. “That’s too bad.” Pause. “I know. It would have been nice to see you too. It’s been so long.”

  Nicky felt a sudden chill pass over her bare arms. Was that regret she heard in his voice?

  “So, when will I see you again?” he asked, his voice colored with concern. Then he let out a sigh. A deep, wistful sigh. “All right, I guess that’ll have to do. I know you’re busy—I just wanted to see you. Okay, next weekend then. Call me when you get in. I love you too.” There was a brief silence, then an electronic beep as he ended the call.

  Nicky stood perfectly still. Was she imagining things, or was what she just heard the sound of a man in love?

  She could tell there was genuine affection in his voice. She was trained to detect things like that. No, there was nothing imaginary about the love and concern expressed in Matt’s voice to the woman on the other end of the line.

  A tangled web of curses and accusations was forming inside her. Part of her wanted to burst through his door and scream at him. Another part wanted to hold him, to run her lips over every part of him, to take him into herself and pleasure him once again until he cried out for more. But she knew she couldn’t do any of those things, not when there were all these cobwebs that prevented her from seeing the situation in all its clarity. Not when he was playing the love-struck fiancé with such conviction. She had to retreat. Go back undercover. Be a reporter/investigator once more.

  She turned to go, trying to tiptoe, but her feet were like two immovable stones. A floorboard bent beneath her weight as she skidded away, stealing like a thief down the long, dark hallway. Just as she slipped into her room, she heard Matt’s door open. Was he coming back to her room?

  Nicky swiftly turned the lock, barring him from returning. She couldn’t take this cat-and-mouse game any longer. He was just playing with her, toying with her. But now that she’d gotten a true taste of him, it was no longer just a game to her. Just as she had feared, she’d lost her heart to Matthew Anderson, a man who would soon be married to someone other than her.

  As she slipped out of her clothes, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway. She stood perfectly still and naked in the dappled moonlight, listening as the footsteps stopped outside her door. The knob turned, followed by a creak as the door refused to open. Then, after a moment’s silence, she heard the sound of retreating footsteps.

  Even after talking so intimately with his fiancée, Matt had tried to come back to her. He had tried, but she had shut him out. Despite the heaving pounding of her traitorous heart, she had finally managed to push him away, which was the only thing Matt Anderson really deserved.

  Nicky frowned as she carried the dress back to the closet. It looked like she wouldn’t be needing any more of these clothes. There was no sense staying here any longer as far as her assignment was concerned, since the prospective bride had just cancelled her weekend visit. And there was no reason to stay for her own personal reasons either. How could she and Matt continue to be friends, let alone anything more, with so much deceit between them? And how could he still manage to ignite so much passion in her when she still couldn’t seem to get to the heart of him?

  With a sigh, she threw herself into bed and
stared up at the ceiling. In her somewhat limited experience with men, she knew sexual responses were inherently honest. Her body wasn’t lying to her, and neither was his. They were so drawn to each other that not being together was becoming physically painful. Without him in her arms, she doubted very much if she would be able to sleep tonight. There was only one thing to do. She’d leave as soon as it was light, the sooner the better. She wouldn’t survive spending another night so close to Matt, yet knowing she might as well be sleeping on the other side of the world.

  Chapter Eleven

  Matt yawned for a full minute, blinking several times against the sunlight streaming into his room. It was going to be another beautiful summer day. Typical for July, he considered, recalling the fact that the month had just turned. Which reminded him… His birthday was exactly a month away. His next thought was of Nicky—the fact that he needed her. So why was he sleeping alone?

  That phone call had disrupted what had promised to be an incredible night of lovemaking. Damn his sister anyway. He loved her dearly, but she always tended to call at exactly the wrong time.

  He sauntered sleepily across the room to the closet and took out the plush terry robe she had given him last year for his birthday. He had to admit, he missed Kate a lot. Sometime today he’d have to take Nicky into Kate’s baby room and show her the person who meant more to him than anyone else.

  If Nicky would talk to him, that is. He only hoped she was feeling more inclined to reason this morning after a good night’s sleep. He would simply and honestly explain that the call was from his sister. But what was he going to do when his contract fiancée didn’t show up as promised?

  Still mulling over his options, he wandered out of his room and down the hall toward the guestroom. Next time, he hoped, she wouldn’t be in the guestroom, but much, much closer to him. He had to admit, he was starting to have serious feelings for her. He could sense it in the warmth that gathered beneath his ribs whenever he saw her, or even just thought about her. A warm that tended to descend downward toward his loins fairly rapidly.