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rarely exhausting.
    “You’ve done all the work. You should be tired.”
    He laughed. “Are you tired?”
    She flipped over to face him and slid her hand around his rapidly hardening cock. “Is that a challenge?”
    “It might be.”
    With a gentle push, he was on his back and she was on top of him, straddling him. Now there was a beautiful sight. Small, upturned breasts glowing in the light filtering in from the windows, her body bathed in the pink afterglow of their lovemaking, her lips puffy from his kisses and her hair messy and tousled from his hands in it.
    He was fully hard now and she rocked against his erection with a devilish smile.
    “I hope you can go without sleep then, Mike, because I never back down from a challenge.”
    *   *   *
    At six a.m. Grace rolled over with a groan and cursed the red lights on her clock, wishing she could turn back time about nine or ten hours. Because that’s when her bad decision-making had begun.
    And it hadn’t ended, because Mike was still in her bed. She flipped over and stared at his sleeping form, as alien to her as if she’d found a little green man from Mars sleeping next to her this morning.
    She shook her head and crept out of bed, slipping into the bathroom as quietly as she could. She needed a shower and some time alone to think. Flipping on the faucet, she stepped inside the stall and let the steamy hot water pour over her head.
    What had she done? Where had her mind gone, besides totally insane?
    Men did not spend the night with her. Ever. Even men she knew. There was sex, and then they were gone. Grace slept alone, every single night. She always had.
    Last night was the first time she’d slept with a man at her side, in her bed. She’d woken this morning snuggled against Mike, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
    The worst thing about it was, it had felt like waking in heaven. She’d felt safe and protected.
    And she’d never been so terrified. She’d been so careful with her life, keeping barriers between her professional life and personal one. When she occasionally chose men for sex play, she rarely brought them upstairs to her private quarters, and never, ever let someone into her bedroom.
    Not to mention waking up in a man’s arms.
    Last night she’d broken every single one of her personal no-nos.
    So why now and why with Mike Nottingham? What made him so different, so special, that she’d done every single thing she swore she’d never do?
    She grabbed her shampoo and washed her hair, trying to reason it out while she scrubbed. Something happened that had never happened before—she’d lost control. She was always in charge of the night, of the situation, of the sex—everything. And last night Mike had taken over, and she had let him. Worse, she’d enjoyed letting him.
    Squeezing her eyes shut, she rinsed shampoo from her hair, then applied conditioner and let it sit while she soaped her body and shaved her legs, pondering her dilemma. The problem with Mike was he was so different from the other men she knew. The ballsy braggarts, the ones who claimed they could take her to heaven and back and fuck her like she’d never been fucked before…those guys she could deal with because she was used to them. Someone like Mike—quiet, unassuming, but who really did take her to heaven and back by giving her the best sex of her life—and not by fucking her brains out, but by honest to God great lovemaking—he scared the beejeebers out of her.
    Because she could care about a guy like him. A genuine, honest, sexy, dominant, alpha, hardworking, gorgeous, real man. There didn’t seem to be anything phony about him. He was what he was, he made her feel magical, and just thinking about him made her toes curl, her nipples tighten and her pussy quiver.
    God almighty, she had to get him out of her house in a hurry. Too much was at stake. Wild Nights was her baby, her life, everything she’d worked her ass off for. No man was going to insinuate his way