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Lacey’s nerves. Depressing background or not.
    Lacey’s diet cola finally arrived. “Oh, bless you.” She told the waiter. The guy gave her a wide smile and sauntered off. She sucked it down, glad to have at least that much to get her through the rest of the day. She had a feeling she’d need to stay alert and ready.

    Touching Lace
    Nick could be seriously persistent and extremely cunning when it came to a woman he wanted. She’d seen him in action with other women and she still wasn’t sure if the shiver running up her spine now was from fear or excitement.

    “Damn, woman, are you trying to kill me?”
    “What’s the matter, Nick? Am I too much woman for you?”
    “Not a chance, baby. You and I are a perfect fit.” His voice dropped an octave as he leaned toward her to whisper, “You’ll soon see just how perfect.”
    “Nick,” Lacey groused, “focus, damn it.”
    They’d been working out for only half an hour and she was having the hardest time keeping his mind off her and on their exercise routine. Now, as they did crunches side by side, he kept looking over at her, groaning and saying completely inappropriate things. It obliterated her concentration, and she was growing increasingly warm. Unfortunately, the burn had nothing to do with their workout and everything to do with Nick.
    “Oh believe me, I’m totally focused.”
    “Nick,” she said in warning.
    He placed his palm to her lower abs. The movement thrust Lacey back into her dream as she remembered him doing the very same thing while they made love. She dropped down onto the floor and looked at him. “What are you doing?”
    “You promised an answer for me. I’ve yet to receive one.”
    “Will you let me finish working out first?”
    “I don’t think I can stand the suspense. Please, I need to know if you’re willing to let me help you get over this silly fear you have of being an inadequate lover.”
    “Yes!” Lacey blurted.
    “Yes?” Nick’s voice sounded harsh, as if raked over hot coals.
    “Yes. I want you to…instruct me,” she explained, her stomach clenching tight. “Fuck, Lacey.”
    Anne Rainey

    Nick’s hand began to massage her stomach, and she nearly forgot where they were. She quickly put her palm over his, stopping his actions. “We’re in a gym full of people here.”
    Nick looked around them then back at her, a cocky grin on his handsome face. “Everyone else is in the main area, baby. We’re all alone back here in your little private workout room.”
    “We need to finish exercising. Don’t we?” All of a sudden, she wasn’t so sure. His hand had drifted downward and it cupped her mound through her black workout shorts.
    “We’ll get a workout, don’t worry. For now, I just want to touch you. May I?” “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I suppose that wouldn’t be too bad.” The carnal expression that spread across Nick’s face wasn’t at all reassuring. The
    little lopsided tilt to his sensual lips gave her body an inner jolt, which went clear to her toes. Nick was so clever in his movements, too, and Lacey had the feeling he would be the most adept man when it came to foreplay. As his mouth skimmed below her ear, touching a particularly sensitive spot, she became aware of one other thing. She really didn’t want to think too much about how he’d come by such expertise. Enjoy and learn , she reminded herself. This was only the first in many such moments. Once Nick was through with her, Lacey would have the confidence to get any man she wanted.
    Which was exactly why they were doing this.
    If that were the case then why was she so easily imagining Nick making love to her, as opposed to what he would really be doing, which was teaching her? Helping her get over some insecurities. Lovemaking didn’t have anything to do with it.
    That was a given.
    Her thoughts scattered to the farthest corners of the earth as Nick’s fingers found their way beneath her shorts. “Damn, I can’t believe I’m