Page 13 of Flirting With Disaster

Beck almost came in his jeans, right then and there. “Yes, you are.”

What was this naive, little tabby cat up to? Parading around his fucking bedroom like some vixen in heat.

She placed her hand just above that magnificent rack and took a deep breath. “Okay, how do we do this? Do I pay you first?”

He practically choked. Was she serious? Beck examined her flawless face. Yeah, she was serious…and nervous as hell. “Depends on what you’re looking for, sweetheart.”

Jude paced back and forth in front of him, driving him nuts with the wiggle in her hips. “Sex. I’d like to have sex with you.” She faced him, her eyes wide and pleading, then held her palm in the air, facing him. “Nothing crazy. Just plain missionary would be acceptable. Do you have a current health history on hand?” Her little ass twitched as she rushed to her huge backpack and dumped it on his bed.

The woman had everything to survive the apocalypse. She grabbed a banded file the size of an envelope then whipped out a piece of paper. She held it toward him in her trembling hand. “Here’s mine. I always carry it.”

Beck just stared. The woman was certifiable.

And fucking innocently sexy as all hell.

He didn’t do innocent, but this game was an amusing distraction from his frustrations. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees as she stood there with that damn health history.

“Do you like to be tied up, Jude?” he whispered.

Her eyes widened.

“Because I charge more for bondage, and threesomes are definitely out. I only work one-on-one. If you’d like to incorporate sex toys, it will be an extra fifty a night. Seventy-five if I have to provide batteries.”

The paper drifted from her stiff hand and floated to the floor at his feet. Her sensuous lips parted. Her quick intake of her breath and the way her breasts rose did nothing to calm his libido. He almost felt guilty for toying with her.

She didn’t respond, so he tweaked a little harder, relishing this small window of joy to brighten his dark existence. “Now, role-playing is a whole other price list. Depending on the cost of the costumes and props, it could run you into the thousands. I do a great dominating circus clown.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head.

The woman’s gaze caressed his chest as he waited for her response. “Fine, I’m in a generous mood. I’ll do you a quickie for thirty-five bucks. Lose the panties.” He stood and walked toward her. He didn’t know how far he’d actually take this, but he was having too much fun to stop now.

When he got close enough, she ran one of her soft hands down the center of his chest, exploring him in a slow descent, making every nerve in his body burn with a yearning and desire he’d never felt.

The witch’s touch blew his mind.

Sex had always been just a physical release to him. A way to forget the pain.

But this was…different.

He inhaled sharply as her little hands mapped his form. It was as if she’d never seen a half-naked man before. Christ, she’d almost been married. She had to have seen one.

“Can you do a Russian accent with that circus clown?”

Beck slowly tilted his head. “Da, Ljubimaja moja.” Yes, my sweetheart.

Her mouth formed an ‘O.’ She stepped back and fastidiously undid each button on her shirt. Once she’d exposed all that beautiful skin sprinkled with golden freckles and the pink, lacy bra lovingly holding those gorgeous breasts, she lifted her eyes to his. “Okay, let’s proceed. Do you need a deposit up front? Where do you want me to lie down?”

Jesus H. Christ. She was going to be the death of him. Like she was asking to get her oil changed. But Miss Duffy was always tense and, God help him, he couldn’t stop from reaching out to stroke the velvet, freckled skin on her shoulder. Couldn’t refrain from touching his lips to her pale skin for a small taste. He was fascinated by this shy, nervous version of her. She was like a drug to him, calling out, luring him in, placing a spell on him.

He bent his head and kissed the side of her neck. Soft, silky, and the smell… He couldn’t get enough. Clean, fresh and spicy. Like lavender. The same scent he’d noticed in her room.

He was done.

She sighed and dropped her head back. That’s all Beck needed. He slid her blouse off her shoulders, touching as much of her as possible. He herded her toward the bed. As the backs of her knees hit, she fell back and he followed her down. The woman was temptation. For Christ’s sake, he’d been celibate for a fucking year…never even tempted. Why now?

He had to taste that mouth again. His lips touched hers and, as his tongue found its way inside, an arctic chill skirted his back. It was the most pleasurable sensation. Her nipples beaded beneath the soft satin of her bra, teasing his bare chest, and she moaned.

The kiss was… inspiring.

Beck hadn’t planned on making love to this quirky woman. But he couldn’t resist her siren’s call. He had no control as he ran his palm down her chest and finally glided his fingers over her incredible breasts.

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