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    There was no longer any need to pretend to feel sexy. Because she was. Truly. Like Betty Grable or Marilyn Monroe. It was intoxicating. Freeing.
    No one had ever looked at her that way, with his three undone buttons and his desire-darkened eyes, and she was going to revel in it.
    He wanted a show, and she gave him one. Slow and naughty, with a soundtrack in her head and a sharp need to press her thighs together.
    This night had been fantastic. Even if he didn’t give her an orgasm it was already the best ever. She owed a great big thank-you to whoever had messed up the trading card, because tonight, she was her own dream come true.

5
    M AX FINISHED THE job she’d started on his buttons and threw his shirt somewhere. He wanted to stand up, but what if she stopped? Watching her do her little hootchy-kootchy number was one of the greatest things he’d ever seen. She was awkward and sexy and embarrassed and brave, but she was also naked except for her red lips and her black heels, and he wanted her like fire.
    Her breasts were great. Real and great and he already knew they were so soft he’d like to just hold on to them for about a week. Then there was her hourglass shape. If he’d ever gone out with a woman with a figure like hers, he’d have remembered that. Her hair, her lips, her slightly pooched tummy, the trim vee of her pubes—everything seemed so innocent it was terrible how much he wanted to spread her out like a picnic.
    He stood, unable to sit still any longer, and sure enough, she stopped. Put her hand over her face. It killed him. He touched her shoulder, then her hair. “That was beautiful,” he said, slowly putting his arms around her. “Thank you.”
    “I’ve never done that before.”
    “I’m so glad you did.” He kissed her, holding back, taking his time. It was important for her to relax. At least the trembling from before was gone. When she parted her lips and swiped his upper lip, he figured they were doing just fine.
    She might not be a delicate flower, but she definitely was more than ordinary. In school, at work, just living in Manhattan, he’d never come across someone quite like her.
    He was glad she knew the score, though. A woman like Natalie needed more attention than he could give. One night, sure. In fact, one night would be perfect.
    “Let’s—” He led her the few steps to his bed and folded down the covers. Natalie sat, and he could tell by the way she curled her shoulders he needed to do something now so she wouldn’t feel so self-conscious.
    Undoing his pants got her attention. He had nothing to be worried about in the junk department, but she really needed to blink soon or he was going to get a complex. Her staring so hard was kind of sexy, but then, what wasn’t when it came to tonight? Besides, he’d practically popped a vein when her dress had dropped. She couldn’t have surprised him more. Well, maybe if she’d told him back at the restaurant that she wasn’t wearing panties.
    The only thing he could do was finish getting naked as efficiently as possible, because if he kept thinking about that, he was going to pop before he made her come. When he straightened up, her lips had parted and her eyes were as dark as midnight. His cock twitched so hard it bounced against his stomach.
    She jerked back in surprise.
    No longer able to stand being so far from her, he helped her scoot over to the middle of the bed so her head was on the pillow and her bare feet touched the edge of the folded linens.
    What a sight she was. Her hands slipped down to cover her breasts, and then moved down, revealing her hard, deep pink nipples. He had no real clue what made her embarrassed and what didn’t, but one thing he knew for sure: what happened next needed to be perfect. For her. A grand slam. All the bells and every whistle.
    Once he was finally next to her, he cupped her face with his hands. Holding her steady, he kissed her deeply, and he couldn’t have