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Lissa did a little shimmy across her bedroom in potential outfit number four, a semi-sheer peach sundress that clung to her plentiful curves and required going braless with its open back and plunging scoopneck.

Sitting on the foot of her bed, Sam shook his head. “The ho-baby look’s perfect for catching a bad boy, but you’re chasing after a nice guy now.”

Drawing a frustrated breath, she unzipped the dress, yanked it over her head, and tossed it on the bed next to him, where the previous rejects lay. It was a damned good thing his personal taste ran to nice guys, since it was becoming increasingly clear she knew absolutely nothing about catching one herself.

Giving up on the closet, which contained a mix of moderately slutty bar clothes and casually refined work clothes and not one friggin’ happy medium outfit, Lissa tugged open her middle two dresser drawers and pulled out the first item in each: well-worn, cutoff jean shorts and a V-neck, red tank top. Turning around, she jokingly lifted them for Sam’s inspection.

Approval entered his brown eyes and he flashed his teeth in a smile. “Nice. Girl next door meets lady in red.”

Fisting the clothes in her hands, she groaned. Of course, when she was trying to be funny, she would finally get it right.

He lifted her black bra from where she’d earlier flung it on the bed and tossed it to her. “You sure you don’t want me to cancel my meeting and stick around for protection?”

She feigned a pout as she set the tank top on the dresser. After hooking the back clasps, she worked the bra around her body and her breasts into the cups. “If you followed through on your offer yesterday and went down on me, you wouldn’t need to be worried about some stranger coming over while I’m home alone.”

He gave her a sympathetic look. “Aw, honey, your kitty might have been happy for a few days, but in the end you would still be itching for more than I can give you.”

As if that wasn’t apparent by the fact she’d been parading around in nothing but skimpy panties for the last half hour and he hadn’t even acted a little excited.

Because she enjoyed teasing him and knew he found it equally amusing, Lissa swiveled around to face the mirrored closet door. She bent down to slide her bare feet through the legs of the cutoffs and made a show of wiggling her black panty-clad ass in his face. His smile re-emerged as she slowly straightened, trailing her fingertips along her inner thighs. The shorts settled into place over her ample hips, and she dipped her first finger inside the right cuff and beneath the leg of her panties. Her breath caught with the flick of her fingertip between her pussy lips.

With a hearty laugh, Sam shook his head. “You’re outrageous, Liss.”

He might not be aroused by her behavior, but her body was turned on by the idea of him watching her finger herself. Part of her wanted to slide her shorts and panties down her legs and continue masturbating until she climaxed. A bigger part was aware of how soon Thad would be over. If she was really going to give this nice guy thing a try, she ought to practice being a good girl in return.

Lissa pulled her finger free of her panties and shorts, and grabbed the tank top from the dresser. She grinned at Sam’s reflection. “I’m crazy and you love me for it.” Sobering, she turned around and pulled on the tank top. “Thanks for offering to stay, but I’ll be fine alone with him.”

“Just promise me you will be careful. Even nice guys have their naughty days.”

Really? Now there was a tidbit of info she hadn’t planned on but was damned glad to hear. Maybe she wouldn’t have to practice at being a good girl. Not if Thad was feeling naughty enough to put out on the first date.

As if they were even having a first date.

He was coming over to check out her ceiling and roof, while she spent the time confirming he was single and then casually convinced him they should see each other when business wasn’t an issue. “He’s coming over to look at the roof, not to get it on.”

“So says you.” Sam eyed the tank top’s V-neck, and she looked down to discover her cleavage nearly busting out; either the shirt had shrunk with the last washing or she’d gained weight. “So says me if, after he sees you in that top, he’s still focused on the roof, you’d best be sending him my direct—” The doorbell rang, cutting him off and, in the next instant, curving his mouth in a sly smile. “I’ll get it.”

Lissa’s heart sped up. Thad was five minutes early. Punctuality was probably a trait common to nice guys, but it pleased her all the same. Grabbing a brush off the dresser, she moved back in front of the mirrored door and gave Sam’s reflection a warning look. “Don’t screw this up for me.”

He placed a hand over his chest and sniffed. “I’m hurt.”

“What you are is a drama queen. I mean it, Sammy. For all I know, this guy could be the one.” Or he might be married with six kids. But, damn, she hoped not. “I don’t want him running away because you pinch his ass as soon as he clears the door.”

He dropped the offended act to flash an intrigued grin. “I only do that to the gorgeous ones, so I’ll take that to mean we’re talking some serious eye candy.”

She nodded at the open bedroom door. “Let him in and see for yourself. Just don’t get any nibbling ideas.”

Typically Thad wasn’t one for sizing another man up. But then, typically he wasn’t greeted at a potential pleasure client’s door by said client’s husband. Or boyfriend. Or whatever the hell the admittedly good-looking, clean-shaven, brown-haired guy in the tailored black pants, matching tie, and mint green dress shirt was to Lissa. “You must be Sam.”

With a nod, Sam slid his gaze the length of Thad, lingering a little too long for comfort in the area of his groin. Sam returned his attention to Thad’s face to reveal an amused smile. “You must be Mr. Nice Guy.”

“Sam was just leaving,” a low, throaty feminine voice said from behind Sam.

Sam stepped back from the doorway, and the owner of that sexy voice came into view and had Thad hoping to hell she was Lissa and her interest in him was purely physical.

Pleasure clients rarely greeted him in casual clothes, preferring lingerie, tight dresses, or nothing at all. This woman’s clothes were casual. The way she filled them out was anything but. From her generous breasts to her curvy hips and thighs, she was the type of woman the term hourglass figure was coined for.

She was also remotely familiar.

A warm smile curved her lipstick-free lips. She swept a hank of loose copper, shoulder-length hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear before extending her hand to him. “Lissa Malone.”

Despite the fact he was no saint and the hell-bent rebel years of his youth, Thad had always believed in God. Moments like this with natural beauties like her conveyed his existence that much more.

“Thad Davies.” Her hand was warm in his, her skin soft. The scent of vanilla drifted to him. Not strong or perfumey, like so many of his clients wore, but the subtle scent of lotion or body wash. “So you’re worried about getting wet?”

Sam gave a deep chuckle, reminding Thad of his presence. Moving next to Lissa, Sam pulled her into his arms and whispered something in her ear that had her laughing as well. He released her to give Thad a look that could mean “hands off” as easily as “treat her right,” then nodded a good-bye and took off down the covered porch to the sidewalk.

Lissa looked back at Thad. “Should I be worried?”

Between the sensual interest in her jade green eyes now and the sultry sound of her laughter moments ago, he suddenly remembered where he’d seen her before.

In his favorite wet dream. Had to be.

Sam left them alone, but his parting look didn’t guarantee it was with permission to fuck. Since Thad still wasn’t 100 percent sure that was the reason he was here, he played it safe. “Possibly. I can only tell so much from what you said over the phone.”

Barefooted, she turned and started walking away. He closed the door and followed, because what in the hell else was he going to do?

Lissa led him through a small, open living room that branched off in two directions. She veered to the right and headed down a short hallway to a closed door at the end of it. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she said in that ultra-hot voice, “The worst of the problems are in here.”

She pushed in the door to reveal “here” was a bedroom. On the trip over, he’d assured his cock it wouldn’t be getting any action, but that didn’t stop it from rising to attention with the prospect. Not even the nearly overwhelming African safari theme was enough to halt the hardening effect, especially when he looked a little closer.

Mating elephants adorned the wall tapestry hanging over the bed and a trio of bronze monkeys were seeing, hearing, and doing each other on a bamboo table near the headboard. The comforter featured an entire aborigine tribe fornicating in every way imaginable. It wasn’t his style, but the erotic décor suggested she was his kind of woman. Rather, his kind of client. “Nice bedroom.”

“I’ll tell Sam you approve of his taste.”

Sam slept here? Somehow the room didn’t quite gel as being entirely masculine. Neither had the way Sam’s attention lingered on his crotch. Was the guy gay? Or bi? More important, did Lissa sleep somewhere else?

“As you can see, the damage is getting pretty bad.”

Thad followed her gaze to the ceiling to discover there truly was water damage. Well, hell, could he be lucky enough to have this be a two-in-one call?

“Sam said he felt the ceiling last night and it’s really soft.”

“I don’t doubt it. If you look close, you can tell it’s starting to bulge.” Realizing what a play on words that was, he glanced over at Lissa. She was taking a lesson out of Sam’s book by ogling his groin. Only, coming from Lissa, the ogling was much appreciated. “There damage anywhere else in the house?”

Her gaze shot to his face. Freckles he hadn’t previously noticed scattered across her cheeks and along the bridge of her nose with her guilty smile. That smile turned teasing, and open desire sizzled in her eyes.

She clearly wanted to make a move. The noticeably solid state of his dick confirmed he wanted the same. So why was she hesitating? Was this truly supposed to be just a construction appointment, or was her relationship with Sam the problem?

She turned away and started toward the door. “My bedroom’s down the hall. We should probably get to it.”

That answered that. Sam wasn’t a problem. The enticing sway of her hips as she traveled the short distance to her room suggested there wasn’t a problem at all.

Thad stepped into the bedroom behind her, glad to see she wasn’t harboring a safari fetish. Her room was decorated in cool shades of green and blue with touches of pink mixed in throughout. The bed in the center of the room was only partially made. The sheets and comforter had been tossed back in a way that hinted she wanted him to crawl inside.

He pulled his attention to the ceiling and did a quick inspection. “I don’t see any cracks or signs of water damage.”

“Maybe it would help if you lay on the bed.”

Something told him that was as blatant an invitation as he was going to get. It could be Lissa was a doer, not a sayer.

Going with the idea, he toed off his work boots and reclined back on the bed, with his arms folded beneath his head. The subtle scent of vanilla clung to the sheets, making his body ache with the want to say to hell with the ceiling and pull her down on the bed beneath him. “Nope. Still nothing.”

“Do you want me to come over there and show you where the moisture’s gathering?”

Her voice was lower than ever, and he looked over to discover she still stood near the door. Movement near her sides caught his attention. He glanced down to find her hands fisting and unfisting. Nerves? “We should talk fees first.”

“You seem like a nice guy. I trust you to charge me fairly.”

“Is that what you want, a nice guy?” Far from a typical request—women always wanted him at his wildest.

Thad recalled Sam’s greeting words then. He’d called him Mr. Nice Guy and flashed an amused smile. Sam must favor rough sex and agreed to this pleasure session to give Lissa a chance to experience slower loving in a manner that wouldn’t mean having to go slow himself. The asshole.

“I’m really out of my element here.” She let out an anxious-sounding laugh. “I’ve never done this sort of thing before. Sam usually handles it.”

He came up on his elbows. “Why didn’t he today?”

“He has a meeting now and a date later.”

A date? Had Lissa made a bargain with Sam—in exchange for sleeping with another guy, he got to do the same with another girl? It was a helluva way to run a relationship, but then he wasn’t here to judge.

He was here to bring Liss bliss.

The reality was he didn’t have an appointment this afternoon the way he told her over the phone, just the usual Saturday night burgers and beer meet-up with the guys at McCleary’s Pub. That was three hours away, plenty of time for a pleasure session.

Thad’s cock throbbed with relief. His fingers itched to tear away her tight-fitting tank top and short shorts to get to the lush body beneath. Meeting her eyes, he asked as a final point of clarification, “Sam’s okay with you doing this?”

She looked shocked, maybe even a little offended. Her fingers ceased their curling and uncurling to form fists. “Of course, he is.”

Lissa sounded testy, but she couldn’t really be put off by his question. It wouldn’t make sense. More likely she’d grown tired of talking and was eager to get on with the slow screwing. Lucky for her, that made two of them.

Giving her a let’s-get-busy smile, he stroked the mattress next to his hip. “Why don’t you come over here and show me where the moisture’s gathering?”

Her fingers uncurled. Relief slid through her eyes. She crossed the room in an instant and all but flung herself down on the bed beside him. He rolled toward her and reclined on his right elbow. She did the same, coming up on her left arm. Her tits pressed together so hard with the move, he thought for sure they would pop right out of the V-neck.

No such luck.

The mounds stayed in place, taunting him with the urge to bury his face against their ampleness and have himself a mouthful.

“Thanks for not making me feel stupid about this.” Lissa’s voice was ripe with lust. “I didn’t know if a guy like you would think the worst of me for inviting you onto my bed when I barely know your name.”

A guy like him?

Thad looked back at her face, saw how completely the desire in her voice was reflected there, and realized what she meant. That he was a nice guy, because they were officially into the game.

In true nice-guy fashion, or at least what he was guessing to be nice-guy fashion, he slowly walked his fingers across the mattress. He trailed them along her neck, up to the slightly pointy rise of her chin, and then brushed her full lower lip with the pad of his thumb.

In the background of his mind, his dick roared at him to go faster. He blocked that roar out to concentrate on the dilating of her irises and the sudden hitch in her breathing. “You know, there’s a reason us nice guys finish last.”

She blinked once and then flicked her tongue out, dabbing at his fingertip with moist, little licks. Pulling her tongue back in, she whispered hotly, “So their leading ladies can come first.”

The freckles grew darker on her cheeks and nose. She looked shocked by her words. Probably thought she’d ruined the whole nice-guy scenario. But, hell, it was her scenario to ruin, make that alter. To show her he was prepared to give her sex as wild as she desired, he cupped her cheek and slanted his mouth over hers.

Her lips parted beneath his with the first brush. Warm air pushed into his mouth. Her tongue came next, dipping damp and forcefully inside, coasting past his teeth to rub against his own tongue in a way that wasn’t even remotely nice. Rather sexy as hell and speaking directly to his cock.

Lissa’s hand touched down on his back as the erotic mouth play continued. Her fingers balled in the cotton of his T-shirt before skating lower to grip his ass. She jerked her body toward him and hooked her leg over the side of his, bringing their pelvises flush, her pussy tight to his cock.

Needfully, she ground along his shaft.

Even as he thought about how damned good the contact felt, being pressed against a woman with an honest figure and real meat on her bones, a moan slid from the back of her throat, breaking near silently between their joined lips.

Normally, this would be the point where he took things over. Let the bad boy all the ladies wanted break out and do his wickedest. But he could guess that would be the same move Sam would make, and Thad wasn’t about to engage her in the kind of rough sex she likely got on a regular basis without her say-so.

He pulled back from her mouth. “Do you want the lead, Lissa?”

“I want whatever you want.”

“This is about your pleasure, sweetheart. If I get off in the meanwhile, it’s a bonus.”

“God, you’re so nice.” Yet not nearly as nice as Lissa thought he would be…unless she’d gotten lucky and caught him on one of the naughty days Sam said even nice guys had.

She wanted to be as naughty as possible, by stripping the clothes from his body and getting his swollen cock inside her aching pussy, pronto. But she didn’t want to do so at the cost of jeopardizing any chance they might have at something good, maybe even something lasting.

Sure, she didn’t know jack about him yet, but then that was exactly the point.

“I can be bad for you,” he surprised her by saying. Surprised her even more by taking her breast in his hand through her tank top.

Her nipple heated, beaded, ached for so much more.

She wanted the clothes gone. Wanted to feel his work-roughened hands, and the calluses that would undoubtedly line them, petting every inch of her. “Don’t make yourself uncomfortable,” she forced herself to say.

“This is about you, remember? Your comfort. Your pleasure.”

Her heart skipped a beat with the sincerity shooting from his eyes, the lean angles of his face. He really meant the words. He wanted to put her first. And Lissa wanted that so badly her entire body vibrated with white-hot need.

Increasing the pressure of the leg she’d wrapped around his, she gave his left butt cheek a hard squeeze and ground against him. Her clit tingled with the delicious press of his cock. For a second, she thought, just that easily, she might be coming. But, no, she wasn’t coming yet. Not until she had him naked and panting for the same.

She tugged back the collar of his T-shirt and nipped a wet kiss at his throat. “Be bad, Thad. Be very, very bad.”

Hesitation wouldn’t have surprised her—he was normally a nice guy, after all. The way he took her shoulders in his hands, pushed her back on the bed, and buried his face against her cleavage shocked her to no end.

And thrilled her so completely, her pussy felt molten.

Thad lifted his head to push the tank top up her torso and over the rise of her breasts. Her bra came next, lifting and moving above the mounds and making her tits look mammoth with their tops compressed beneath the underwire.

Apparently, he was into mammoth. She caught the flicker of anticipation in his eyes before he dove down and lashed his tongue between her cleavage.

Having her breasts tongue-fucked wasn’t a new experience. But with the scruff of his jaw and the stubble over his upper lip rubbing against her skin with each lash, the wicked sensation rippling through her highly aroused body felt better than ever before.

One hand plumped the mounds higher, tighter together around his tongue. Lissa took his other hand in her own and brought it to her lips, sucked his first finger between them. His breath hissed out, hot and heavy, against her flesh and she repeated the act, sucking his finger in deep, hard. Wishing to God it was his cock filling her mouth, but not about to risk pushing things so far so soon.

His tongue stopped its thrusting and his head lifted, just far enough to bring his mouth to a nipple and then take the rigid bud between his teeth and twist. Her sex fluttered with the twist, grew unbearably heavy with the next one, and started clenching for a cock that was nowhere nearby with the third rough twist.

“I want your dick in me!” She sighed over the words. Ones she’d spoken to any number of bad-boy lovers, but not ones she should have spoken with Thad.

He didn’t go still as she’d expected, or give her an unimpressed look. Didn’t even stop the sensual torture of his teeth and lips around her nipple. Just slid a hand down the rise of her bare belly and unsnapped her shorts with a foreboding pop that drove her senses wild.

The calluses she’d been hoping for caressed the skin beneath her panties, petted her waxed mound, and then eased into the slick folds of her sex. He wiggled his finger partway inside her. Cream seeped out to greet his entrance, and he started a slow, sweet rhythm, stealing her breath with each gentle thrust.

Though she told herself she wasn’t coming until he was naked and panting to do the same, with the third push of his finger inside her juicy hole the pressure balling in her lower belly became too much to hold back. Climax rippled through her as a wave of intense pleasure that had her biting down on her lower lip and being damned glad his finger wasn’t any longer in her mouth.

Lissa let out a yip of ecstasy as the tremors of sensation subsided. If orgasming with his finger inside her felt so good, how amazing was it going to feel when his cock was pumping her over the edge?

It wasn’t a question she planned to let go unanswered for long. He hadn’t responded negatively to her crude words, so there was no reason to pretend at being a nice girl. “I want you naked.”

Thad pulled his hand from her shorts and freed her nipple of his mouth. He met her eyes with challenge glinting in his own. “Make me that way.”

Her belly turned over with excitement. If that challenge was a sign, she’d found herself a closet bad boy.

Not about to waste time with wonder, she buried her hands in the back of his shirt and pulled at the thin cotton until the tanned skin of his back was free. The T-shirt came over his head and her cunt flooded with fresh cream.

Swinging a hammer clearly did incredible things to the masculine physique, because his body was easily the hottest she’d ever laid eyes on. Sculpted. Bronzed. Rock hard.

He was fucking edible.

Lissa wanted to lick him head to toe…and she hadn’t even seen him from the waist down. Her fingers shaking with anticipation, she pushed at his chest. “Lay back on the bed. I need to see more.”

A chuckle rumbled out of him. His stubborn upper lip curved in a wolfish grin, lending his slightly sunken cheekbones the hungry, dangerous edge. He sat back on his haunches to tug at her shorts. “You aren’t the only one, sweetheart. I need to see the hot little pussy that soaked my fingers.”

“Not if I see your big, hard dick first.”

His grin kicked higher, reflecting his like of her hard talk.

Heart pounding against her ribs, she scrambled to escape his weight and get him naked first. They tugged at each other’s clothes. Pulling at zippers and yanking at hems, rolling together on the bed, their mouths finding each other in the chaos and fusing, tongues licking, rubbing together, teeth clicking with their wild tumbling and impatience. Then their mouths falling apart as they rolled once more, and the bed disappeared from beneath Lissa’s back.

She thudded onto the carpet with an “oomph.” The breath hitched out of her in time with the sound of Thad hitting the floor. Somewhere below her, or off to her side. She couldn’t tell. Couldn’t see a damned thing. In the midst of all that rolling and tumbling, the sheets had gotten wrapped around the top of her head.

She swiped them away from her face to discover they were wrapped around her middle as well. The left side was still tucked beneath the mattress, creating a short wall.

“You okay?” Thad’s voice came from the other side of the wall.

“Yeah. You?” she tossed back, clawing at the sheets, wanting back to her quest of stripping his made-for-licking body. Or maybe she’d already gotten him naked. She’d lost focus there for a while.

Lissa tore at the sheets again, grunting when they refused to give way. “I can’t get out of these things!”

Callused fingers touched down on her inner thighs, stilling her pointless fight. Denim and silk teased against her legs, coasted over and free of her toes. His voice came out raspy. “Too bad for you. The view down here’s incredible.”

Her belly tightened. She felt suddenly vulnerable. Naked. So awesomely hot and wet with the knowledge he was eyeing her bare cunt.

She let her thighs fall farther apart. The telling catch in his breathing was ecstasy all its own. But, damn it, not the ecstasy she wanted to be experiencing. She couldn’t even reach down to spread her lips for him. “I can’t get to you.”

“Good thing you don’t need to. Like I said, this is all about you. Your pleasure.”

A whir started up on the other side of the sheet wall. A whir she recognized as one of several vibrators she kept stashed under her bed…and he’d found and was about to use on her.