Page 15 of Flirting With Disaster

Son of a bitch. She couldn’t be serious. He needed to go on the offensive and end this little game before things got out of hand. Before he got too close and caused her inevitable pain. “Why are you so hell bent on having sex? Rebound situations are never healthy. There is the distinct possibility of post-traumatic stress disorder.”

She wrote in her book as though she hadn’t heard a word he’d said. “Hogwash. And don’t joke about PTSD, Mr.…” Her brows furrowed. “You didn’t tell me your last name. I’ll need your last name so I can reference your health history. I have access to most medical databases.”

He wasn’t just going to hell. He was in hell. “You’re not looking up my private information. I’m as clean as a whistle.”

She slammed her book shut and sighed. “Fine. We can go over whatever records you can provide tomorrow night. I’d like just the missionary position, no lights. I’ll pencil you in from nine to nine fifteen.”

“Why do I feel so used?”

Her brows rose. “Because, Mr. Beckette, I need to lose my virginity and you’re just the man to do it.”

Seven

“If we knew what it was we were doing,

it would not be called research, would it”?

Albert Einstein

Oh, this was going to work out superbly. Jude glanced at the selection of condoms in the adult entertainment store. Not that she needed a condom for what she had planned. She needed a condom with small puncture holes.

She took a deep breath. This was the most diabolical, underhanded, frivolous thing she’d ever done. But she’d only ever wanted one thing in her life and this was the only way to get it.

If she logically reasoned with herself, there would be no harm. A man like Mr. Beckette would want no part of a child with his active, gigolo lifestyle. So keeping her pregnancy secret after all was said and done, would be a win-win for both parties.

It was her emotional reasoning that kept interfering with her mission.

He was a man of mystery—dark, brooding, bossy. Yet, he’d taken such great care with her, noticing how nervous she was, switching gears on her. No one noticed anything about Jude. Ever. Thank goodness, because the Jude Duffy who had shown up for this week’s vacation at Castle Alainn was like no Jude Duffy she knew. Her conduct was erratic, her thoughts preposterous, and her inclinations toward wayward behavior, uncontrollable.

It was a curse…or perhaps a spell of some sort. This was October, after all.

Dotted, ribbed, studded. Ultra thin, Tantric… For goodness sake, this was worse than selecting a feminine hygiene product. She was a top-notch scientist and didn’t go into any unknown situation without researching thoroughly.

She grabbed the closest box and tossed it into her basket. She ambled down the aisle and grabbed the “Majik Mike,” a seven-function, dual-action vaginal vibrator with ball bearings.

My… She shook her head then added it to her other purchases.

She reached the checkout counter and unloaded her basket in front of the tattooed girl manning the register.

“Oh, you’ll love this vibrator. Here, let me put batteries in so we can make sure it works. I’ll show you all the options.”

Jude smiled. If only the help at her local health food store was as enthusiastic. The girl nimbly opened the package and inserted the small batteries. Once she’d finished, she held up the vibrator and flicked a switch. “This is the power button. Hear how quiet it is? It’s awesome…feel.” The girl held the vibrator to Jude’s cheek.

Ohhh… Jude lifted her hand to hold it closer.

“And if we turn this switch, we get a pulsating vibration.” The girl turned a small ring around the base of the vibrator and an intriguing, undulating pressure began against Jude’s cheek. “Gets me to orgasm every time.”

Jude stroked the vibrator down her arm. “Oh, I like that! You do realize an orgasm is not just intended for pleasure? The biological function is to help move the sperm toward the uterus. It’s a necessity.”

The pierced girl shrugged. “Depends on what you want out of the hook-up—sex or pregnancy.”

Jude smiled. “Oh, I’m looking for impregnation. An orgasm would only be an added perk. Are there different cadence options available on the ‘Majik Mike?’ I should condition my muscles to produce an orgasm.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Jude flinched. Beckette, The Beast.

She turned as she tucked the buzzing vibrator behind her back. “Mr. Beckette. Hello.”

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