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it. He’d
offered sex—this down-on-his-luck Ferrari owner who was the hottest thing to
ever pass through Stoddard. She’d never get this chance again.
    What would it be like to have him only once without fearing
what would happen tomorrow?
    She nearly laughed aloud at the thought. Tina had called her
a serial monogamist. That described Erica perfectly. She’d never been with a
male for less than a year. But none of those had worked out well in the end.
Maybe it was time to loosen up and just have fun. Abysmal kisses aside, Drew
looked like the kind of guy who knew how to have fun.
    Erica inhaled a shaky breath. There was only one way this
could work—a one-night stand.
    “I’m game. Once ,” she placed heavy emphasis on the
allotment, “and only once. Tomorrow you leave one way or another, if I have to
tow you to Boston myself on credit. Deal?”
    Rather than answer, Drew spun her to face him. His mouth
came down over hers. The sucking motion of his slippery lips was reminiscent of
a fish gasping for air on land. Erica shoved at his shoulders. Disgust pinched
her nose at the sight of his mouth all puckered and smacking.
    “But first,” she paused, making sure she had his attention,
“we have to do something about your kisses.”
     
    What was wrong with his kisses? Drew had never heard any
complaints before.
    Before. When he’d been a wealthy member of a
prominent family. Now he was poor and the family’s prominence was in question.
Every woman he’d discarded felt free to come clean.
    Two days ago he’d have scoffed at Erica and told her she
couldn’t do better than him—bad kisses or not. Having twenty-three witches
reject him had a humbling effect on a guy.
    “What’s wrong with my kisses?” Was that his butt-hurt
voice?
    “It’s like you’re trying to suck off my face.”
    “I’d think you’d want me to suck you off.”
    Her mouth twitched. “No, you want me to suck
you off—”
    “I do.” His dick lengthened as he imagined her sinking to
her knees exactly where she was.
    “First, you have to do something about how wet your lips are
when you kiss,” she said, ignoring that she had only half of his attention
while he was in the throes of a raging fantasy. “I’m no expert at this but
maybe you should discreetly wipe your mouth on your sleeve.”
    Drew brought his arm up, pointing out a flaw in her plan. He
was nude from the waist up. Yet rather than make a new suggestion, she merely
stood waiting.
    Was she pointedly ignoring the erection tenting his silk
boxers? Or was she that blind? Whatever the case, Drew wanted her. And she
wanted…
    What had she wanted?
    Ah, right, the kissing lesson.
    He tentatively brushed his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What if they’re too dry now?”
    “They’ll be fine. Now don’t lick them or you’ll ruin the
effort.”
    He took a step forward. His intent was clear—to kiss her.
She shut him down with a palm to the nose. Erica’s sober expression was visible
between the fingers splayed over his face.
    “Second, you’re not actually supposed to devour a girl’s
entire head when kissing.”
    “I can’t help getting into it,” he mumbled against her hand.
    “Try starting soft. Think of teasing with your lips.”
    He wanted to tease something with his lips. It wasn’t her
mouth. Erica would taste sweet.
    “Brush them against the corners,” she said. “Tease beneath
the lower lip. Lightly kiss the entire mouth. Then and only then should you
increase the pressure.”
    “Babe, that’s not always the—”
    “ Don’t call me babe.” She emphasized her displeasure
with a squeeze on his sinuses. The hint of pain hit his eyes. “That’s what you
called half the female population of Manchester yesterday.”
    She was strangely worked up about other women, given her
demand for this to be a one-night engagement. Nonetheless, he wanted that
one-night engagement. He’d apologize even if it went against his nature.
    “Sorry, Erica. It won’t