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Chapter 1

Julie Stanford took a deep breath before shoving aside the curtain to walk into the lorious, naked splendor Of course, he would be on his belly, with a towel draped across his ass His very tight, gorgeous ass

He stiffened slightly as shehiht try to portray, he wasn't i shot

Ah well, it didn'ton from her fixation with Nathan Tucker She had fantasies to live, great sex to have, andOkay, she'd settle for great sex No need to get carried away

Hu to herself, she readied her supplies then turned to the feast of male flesh before her Before, she'd alorked with his display of modesty and left the towel over him She'd never pressed hih she knew damn well the only reason he refused was because he didn't want to get caught with an erection

But today? She wasn't in an acco mood Nope This was her last chance to savor hi to enjoy every minute of it

First thing she did hip off the towel and toss it across the room He jerked and reached blindly back with his hand

"What the hell?" henot to turn over

She grinned and placed her hands over his shoulders to shove him back down to the table He quieted ih he went so tense that it would take her the better part of an hour to work out the kinks

He wanted her But for whatever reason, he didn't want to want her And that irritated her What was so wrong with her? It wasn't like she was a clinging vine, desperate for love and commitment

The idea that he could be so appalled by his attraction to her stung

Trying to taravation, she concentrated on the smooth muscles of his shoulders as she worked over his tanned skin Soon, calm invaded her as she lost herself in the intense pleasure of touching him

She took her ti as his reener pastures, thanks to Damon Roche

Okay, so she hadn't exactly talked to hiive him and Serena time to sort out their differences before she hit hiuy, and she was convinced he'd help her Faith had been equally sure

A dreained the possibility of Da her sexual fantasy at The House

When Nathan made a sound, she frowned and looked doard She'd worked her way to his ass, and as soon as she began kneading his tight buns, he'd let out what could only be described as a strangled protest