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  He offers a hand, and as soon as I take it, I feel a spark shoot from my hand through my whole body. “I’m Nicolas Broadmoor, Nic for short. And you are . . .?”

  “Rose,” I say, my heart hammering in my chest. I feel like I’ve just dropped into a movie where there should be music playing in the background to tell everyone watching, ‘Hey, big shit’s going down!’ “Rose Samuelson.”

  Nic smiles and sits down. “I would love to say ‘a beautiful name for a beautiful lady’ but I know that sounds like a pretty lame pickup line. It’s not. It’s just the truth.”

  He shrugs as if I’ll never believe him, but he wanted to say it anyway. I laugh a little, caught off-guard that this gorgeous man could possibly be calling me beautiful.

  I mean, I’m pretty enough, I guess. I even thought that about myself when I put on this dress back at the boutique. But it’s not something I hear from a man often, if at all, especially not one like this fine specimen here. Something about the way he calls me beautiful feels like the best compliment I’ll ever receive.

  I decide right here and now to order another drink and see where this goes. “Well, Nic, I suppose everyone’s allowed one bit of corn in a first conversation,” I reply. “So, what brings you to the resort?”

  “Work and pleasure,” Nic admits. “I’m a Vice President of Sales for ADRENALIN Sports.”

  “ADRENALIN?” I ask. They’re not the biggest sporting goods name in our part of the country, but they’re up there, and I’ve checked out their site a time or two. “Thinking of opening a store in town?”

  “No. I handle direct sales,” Nic says. “We don’t have too many traditional stores. They’re a remnant of a merger we did a while back. The resort’s looking at stocking some stuff they’d rent to guests.”

  I nod, impressed. “You must be into sports yourself.”

  Nic grins, looking boyish as well as handsome as hell. “I’ve done outdoor sports for a long time. Hiking, mountain biking, skiing, kayaking, ATVs. Hell, if I could do it outside, I’ve done it. Of course, they don’t make a lot of college scholarships for being able to do Spartan Races, so I got my MBA and turned my passion into my job. So far, it’s worked out. How about you? What do you do?”

  I blush. I hate trying to talk about myself, but I know it’s part of the dance. “I have a boutique in town. It’s a small place, but I get to be my own boss, which is nice.”

  “That’s very true,” Nic admits. “Except you don’t have anyone to bitch to when the boss makes you work overtime.”

  I laugh, nodding. “I haven’t really thought about it that way.”

  Nic laughs. “So what do you like to do besides work?”

  “I wouldn’t know,” I admit with a laugh. “I mean, years ago, I liked doing outdoor stuff, but I’ve been spending almost all of my time indoors. I’m just glad the local gym downtown is open until midnight and has a good set of rowing machines.”

  Nic hums, looking me over again and making my skin tingle. “I’d say your gym deserves credit then. You too.”

  I feel my heart start hammering again. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like I haven’t felt in a very long time. “So, how did the meeting go?”

  Nic chuckles ruefully and sips his drink. “Not as good as I’d hoped. Let’s just say that I need to talk with the head office to make sure this isn’t just a great tax write-off trip.”

  I laugh. He’s not cocky but confident. “So, drowning your sorrows?”

  “Nope, not that kind of guy,” Nic admits. “I’m going to step back, reformulate my plans, and meet again with the general manager tomorrow afternoon. This time, I’m not going to walk out without a handshake at the least.”

  His go-getter attitude and willingness to use his brain impress me. He’s the kind who knows what he’s going after and is going to get it. “Sounds like a good plan.”

  “Do you do business with the resort here?” he asks.

  “I offer dress rentals, but they’ve got their own shop,” I admit. “When they need something new and hot, they check in with me. To be honest, though, it’s after work, and I promised myself this would be a relax and let loose night. How long are you going to be in town?”

  Nic smiles. He catches the point, but a hint of regret touches his sparkling eyes. “If you’d asked me this morning, I’d have said until tomorrow and been glad about it. Now . . . well, regretfully, tomorrow.”

  His answer disappoints me. I just met him and he’s leaving town in just twenty-four hours? Just my fucking luck. I meet the first guy in a long time who’s not only hot as hell but he clicks with me. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  He reaches out, laying a fingertip on the back of my hand, moving it in little circles that leaves me biting my lip. I can easily imagine him circling my clit the same way, and by the look in his eye, that’s exactly what he’s thinking. “You know,” he says in a deep, commanding voice, “there’s nothing wrong with making the most of every moment.”

  Inside, I’m mentally telling myself to go for it. Do it, the little devil who sounds remarkably like Brad on my shoulder says. Fuck him. Suck that huge cock you know he’s got and get him begging to fuck you. Why the hell not?

  I’ve never had a one-night stand before.

  And? Everyone’s got a first time for everything. Maybe I’ll mark ‘do something crazy’ off my to-do list after all.

  Before I can answer, Nic leans forward, taking the decision out of my hands. There’s a half-second of anticipation as he hesitates a breath’s width away before our lips meet, and I know exactly what’s going to happen.

  The blood rushes in my ears as Nic’s lips caress mine. Damn, he’s an awesome kisser. I wonder what else he’s good at. Hell, I’m going to find out, one way or another.

  Maybe a little different than planned, but I’m celebrating big tonight. One last hurrah before I happily tie myself down with a baby from Donor X377A.

  Chapter 4

  Nicolas

  I feel half-hypnotized following Rose down the hallway to my room. My mind is focused on the sway of her ass in front of me, teasing me along like the Pied Piper of booty. I know I should be focused on how logically, this makes no damn sense, and I should be doing anything but bringing her to my room. But I can’t deny that I want her, and I can’t deny this amazing, almost instant connection we have.

  When I left the General Manager’s office here at the resort, I certainly hadn’t planned on meeting anyone tonight. I’d gone back up to my room, changed out of my suit and into some exercise clothes, and ran a four-mile trail run just because I needed to get my damn head right to think of my next strategy. Nothing gets my brain working better than the smell of fresh pine, and by the time I got back and showered up, I threw on a t-shirt and jeans to work in the bar over a few relaxing drinks.

  I mean, what’s wrong with a nice highball before dinner? I never thought I’d meet a fucking angel in a dress that sends my hormones into overdrive and my brain into spasms of laughter.

  But Rose has kept me engaged, laughing, and enjoying myself as we talked through work and life and nothing at all. It’s like talking to her has been as soothing as a long, hot shower and as exciting as white water kayaking. She’s smart and funny with a quick, warm laugh that sends tingles down my spine.

  Still, regardless of how perfect she is, I never dreamed of getting laid. I’m not going to be in town past tomorrow afternoon. As it is, I’m going to have to squeeze in the meeting with the GM before catching the redeye back home. One-night stands? Totally not my style. Whether I’ve been in a relationship at the time or not, I’m not the sort to take ‘road comfort’. I get the feeling it’s not hers either, so what the fuck is it about tonight that’s making both of us go a little wild?

  Maybe it’s a full moon? I remember seeing the moon just crest over the mountains as I ran, but I can’t remember if it was full. All I can remember right now is the flush on Rose’s cheeks.

  Whatever it is, I’m damn thankful because I
think we’re about to rock each other’s world. I can feel it when she glances over her shoulder and in the magnetic tension between our bodies when I walked her up the stairs, my hand resting just on the upper curve of her hip.

  We get to my room, and I wasn’t lying in that the company paid well for the tax write-off. My bosses thought that by renting a suite rather than a single room, it’d make that sort of unconscious good impression that could help me seal the deal. Whatever. I’m doubly glad for it as Rose stands aside and lets me insert the key card, the glow of the green light seeming to signal both the opening of the door and that we’re actually doing this. Not a word passes our lips as I turn the handle and push it open, holding it open for her.

  We step into the still darkness, and as the door slowly closes on its pneumatic arm, there’s a breath where I think she’s changed her mind. Hell, maybe I’ve changed my mind. The part of me that puts on a tie Monday through Friday says this could be the worst decision of my life. I mean, I don’t know this woman. She could be carrying everything between her legs under the damn sun. But I know that’s not true the moment our eyes meet and I can see the heated need in her big blue eyes.

  She’s like me, someone who’s worked to make their mark in the world. Someone who’s sacrificed hours and hours, sacrificed relationships, maybe even sacrificed a part of ourselves that we didn’t even realize was missing until we woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and wondered what the fuck is going on?

  No, Rose is pure and clean . . . and like me, she needs this. So I move closer, slowly so as not to startle her, and lift a hand up to cup her cheek. She turns into my touch, a soft sigh escaping as her lips part. “Nic . . .”

  “I know,” I whisper as the need to taste her sweet lips overtakes me. I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her softly at first. But the sparks ignite, and quickly, our kisses are passionate, her tongue dipping in to tangle with mine.

  Moaning deep in my chest at the velvety feeling of her mouth against mine, I nibble at her bottom lip, pulling her body flush with mine and wrapping my arms tightly around her waist to hold her to me. Rose lets out a little whimper and tilts her head back, and I take the invitation, kissing down her neck to the line of cleavage pressed upward by her tight-fitting dress. She even tastes good, her skin lightly spicy and smelling almost like cinnamon as I bury my nose in the dark valley of her cleavage.

  She pulls away from me, sliding along the wall to gain a little separation from me, and I’m disappointed for a moment, thinking she’s changed her mind about . . . whatever craziness this is.

  But instead, she turns in front of me, giving me her back. “My zipper?”

  My heart and my cock leap, one pushing only slightly more painfully within its restraints, and with surprisingly steady hands, I reach up and slide the zipper down, exposing more and more of her back with every inch. Her skin is flawless, and as I ease the dress over her shoulders, my fingertips whisper that they’ve found perfection and no woman could ever compare to what they’re feeling. The interplay of soft skin and an undeniable feminine essence combines to weave a magic spell that captures part of me that’ll never be the same again.

  My cock pulses achingly in my pants, heavy and nearly oozing precum already, and we’ve barely started. Desperate for another taste of the angel in front of me, I lean forward to press a soft kiss to her bare shoulder, grinding against her ass a little. “Do you feel that, sweet Rose? That’s what you do to me. And tonight, it’s all yours.”

  She presses back, humming in appreciation as she swirls her hips against me. Her ass presses against my cock with a deep cleft that awakens a desire within me. Could she be truly perfect for me? I reach around, pulling her tighter, and she whimpers. “Mmm . . . is that what you like?”

  “Maybe,” I rumble in her ear. “You think you could take me?”

  “I’d try,” she says in a voice that tells me while she might have fantasies of what I’m talking about, she has no idea what the reality’s like. I loosen my grip, letting her spin back around to lower the top of her dress. She smiles, reaching behind her to undo the clasp, dropping her bra away.

  “Perfection,” I rasp as everything but her panties falls toward the floor. Her nipples are already hard, and they’re calling to me. With a soft growl, I bend my knees and cup her tits in my hands, burying my head so low that my words are almost lost in her chest. “Rose, fuck, you’re gorgeous. I want to lick these little pink nipples, suck them deep into my mouth, bite them till they stay hard for me. Tell me you want that, Rose.”

  Her eyes sparkle with desire as I tell her what I want, and she arches, hissing out a breathy “Yes.”

  Needing no more invitation, I dive in, layering kisses with long, swirling licks around her breasts before focusing on what we both want. I tease and suckle on her nipples, flicking them with the tip of my tongue until they’re hard, like twin pencil erasers chewing between my teeth.

  Rose wraps her fingers through my hair, holding me to her, and I add a slight pinch to her other nipple, making her gasp in delight. “Nic . . . oh, fuck, yes . . . more . . . don’t stop.”

  Eager to bring this beautiful angel to ultimate satisfaction, I drop to my knees, kissing down her belly while tracing her curves with my hands to reach the remnant of her dress that’s clinging to her right hip, caught between her natural curves and the wall behind her. Pushing it down, I offer Rose my hand, and she takes it, another spark jumping between us as she daintily steps out of the dress. I look up at her, my breath hot on her soaked panties, and she bites her lip in invitation, spreading her thighs as best she can without moving her feet.

  I kiss just on the edge of her panties and run my hands up from her ankles to her hips, learning her amazing legs. The feel of her ass under my hands is amazing, and I stroke a slow fingertip up and down her crack, making her gasp and tremble. Yes, my sweet angel, you’ve got a dirty side . . . but not this time. I need something else tonight.

  Reaching around, I encourage her to spread her legs a little more so I can cup her pussy. Resting my palm against the hot, damp silk, my throat goes parched, and I look up into her huge blue eyes. “Mmm, Rose, you’re so wet for me,” I murmur, smiling. “I need to taste you.”

  “Please,” she whispers desperately. “I need you.”

  She trembles at my words until she’s nearly like a plucked guitar string, and I help slip her panties down to her knees, leaving them there to lock her legs a little bit as she leans back against the wall to give me unfettered access.

  My eyes lock onto the coral pink lips of her succulent pussy, bare and shining. Cupping her ass, I lean forward and dip the tip of my tongue to her clit, making small circles around it. She shudders, unintelligible soft sounds of pleasure erupting from between her lips with every stroke.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her still, keeping her upright, and I start licking and sucking her pussy with one mission in mind. “Do you like that, Rose? Fuck, I know I do. You taste so sweet, I could eat you all night. I want to taste your honey on my tongue.”

  I flicker my tongue over her clit, teasing it with feather-light licks that make her shake from head to toe. Rose reaches down, clutching at my hair and pulling me in tighter, giving herself over to the dangerous desire pounding through our veins. “Oh, fuck . . . Nico—”

  Before she even gets my full name out, she shatters in my hands, her orgasm overtaking her and making her grind her pussy against my hungry lips, filling my mouth and coating me from my nose to my chin in shiny deliciousness. Before her legs give way, I prop her up, lifting her with my hands on her ass, never stopping the delightful torture to her hard little clit.

  “Nic, please, I—” Rose begs, and I pull back, looking up at her eyes, her pupils so dilated they barely show any of her baby blues. She’s shattered, rocked to her very core, and I know that any more would take her from pleasure to pain.

  That’s not what I want, so I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, nodding reassuringly. I stand up
and pull her close, covering her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply and letting her taste herself on my tongue. “See how sweet you are?”

  She nods shyly, and I lead her toward the bed, her panties falling off as she follows my lead. Her knees hit the edge of the bed, and I ease her back, the soft bedding catching her fall as she rests on her elbows.

  I virtually rip my shirt off, the clingy fabric peeling from my skin so quickly I feel static crackling in the light hairs on my chest. My pants join my shirt just as fast, and I suspect that I’ve popped a button on my fly from the sound. To hell with it. I don’t need them anymore. I pause before I drop my boxer briefs, feeling her eyes roving my body appreciatively.

  “Like what you see?”

  She nods in awe, her eyes tracing every muscle. Her eyes lock onto my groin as she holds her breath in anticipation. I smirk, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my underpants and pushing them down, letting her see what she’s getting tonight. Before they even hit the ground, a smile breaks out across her face. “Holy shit, Nic. That is . . . wow.”

  I notice she called me Nic again, and somehow, from her, I like it. Most people in my life are colleagues or casual acquaintances, and they insist on calling me by my full name. She’s not a colleague. She’s something different, something special.

  “In my purse, I’ve got a condom,” she says. I reach for her purse, handing it to her to retrieve the condom. I learned a long time and a puncture wound ago to never, ever go digging around in a woman’s purse. You don’t know what might be lurking in those clasped depths.

  She pulls the square package out triumphantly and rips it open with her teeth, sliding the tight rubber over my length. My head falls back, a moan escaping my chest as I feel her light touch along my cock, giving me a few strokes.