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kids’ talent agency. But you didn’t hesitate to go for it.”
    “I hesitated a little. Then my curiosity won out. I didn’t know if I could do the job,” she said, arching her neck so that he would resume stroking her hair. She had an incredibly sensitive scalp, and it had been way too long since he’d touched her that way.
    He took the hint. “Are you kidding me? You’re great at it. You must’ve suspected you might be, or you wouldn’t have tried it, Ms. Perfectionist.”
    A laugh bubbled out of her despite the nerves still swarming in her stomach. “Our lives were changing so much. It felt right to do something wild. Wild for me, anyway. And besides, even if it hadn’t worked out, there are always other jobs.”
    Hearing herself, she sighed. Maybe she was making too big of a deal about this. She and Aidan had always skated on the edges of some sexual lines, and she’d enjoyed everything they’d ever tried. If he wanted to take things to the next level, maybe she should stop clinging to the way things used to be and give it a try. She trusted him, didn’t she? If he needed more from their sex life, at least right now, what did it hurt to see where things went?
    They were still going to get married. Still spend the rest of their lives together. Experimentation was fun, a way they could grow closer together as a couple. She had no reason to be afraid.
    “It’s just about the physical,” she said quietly.
    If Aidan consented—or in this case, if he initiated the act—it didn’t count as cheating. They were just pursuing new avenues to spice up their sex life. Nothing dirty or wrong or immoral about it.
    “It’ll be more than sex. I won’t let any man near you who doesn’t know how to give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed.” Slowly, he dragged his fingers through the length of her hair, bringing her nipples to stiff points. God, he knew exactly how to make her hot. “I have very stringent demands for the man we select. Don’t worry that you’ll end up disappointed. I’ll make sure you won’t.”
    On the verge of purring, she let her eyelids slide shut. “You’re a very persuasive man.”
    “I am.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you. Your worry bone, your mind, your sweet heart.”
    She grinned. He’d always said she’d been given both a worry bone and a funny bone, and he had a skill at tweaking both. She’d balked at some of the things he’d suggested between the sheets until he whispered those magical words “ trust me .” And he hadn’t disappointed her yet.
    “You forgot to mention my kinky soul,” she teased.
    “A very important part of you to love.”
    He hauled her into his lap for a scorching kiss. His tongue glided between her lips and swirled around hers, caressing every part of her mouth with sensuous patience. Easing back, he cupped her between her thighs and gave her pussy a hard squeeze.
    A moan slipped out of her, followed by another when he repeated the move. She was his, and he proved it every time he touched her.
    “Did you sign Sawyer yet?”
    His words didn’t connect right away. He hadn’t kissed her like that in so long. With affection, yes. But with sizzle? As if just caressing her lips with his made him hungry? No.
    She wanted more.
    “Sawyer?”
    “Yes.” His lips curved tenderly while he stroked her hair. “The model. Remember him?”
    “Right now? Barely.” With the mention of Sawyer’s name, he flooded back in all his naked, sun-kissed glory. Those summer-blue, twinkling eyes. That heartthrob smile. “No. I didn’t sign him yet. He’s understandably wary about signing with an agent, especially an agency like Hot Shots, and we didn’t get much time to discuss specifics.”
    “Do you think he might be amenable to joining us?”
    She reared back in his arms, her eyes wide. “How the hell would I know that? Jesus, Aidan, you don’t really believe I’d be willing to sleep with the talent I want to sign!”
    “Want to sign means