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  He went to the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. Erin had her back turned to him as she stirred the pot, wearing a short black dress that highlighted her sexy curves. And man, wasn’t she wearing a bra? Her bare back, which was showcased by her backless outfit, indicated she wasn’t.

  Quietly, he walked behind her and put his arms around her waist. What was the point of waiting? He’d been horny all day. Hell, he’d been horny since last night from her continuous advances.

  Erin jumped. “Brad!”

  “Hi,” he said, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

  Erin grinned. “Stopped playing hard to get, have you?”

  He laughed. “I wasn’t playing hard to get. I just wanted to give you all the opportunity to back out.”

  “Nice of you.”

  “And you haven’t changed your mind, I take it,” he said, nuzzling her neck. He couldn’t help himself. He loved seduction, and Erin was clearly ready to be seduced.

  “I haven’t changed my mind,” she said with a smile on her voice. “But I need to feed you first. I intend to take up a lot of your energy.”

  His cock jerked. “I like the sound of that,” he said against her ear, and was rewarded by a shiver. Ah, this was going to be fun. “Do you want me to set the table?”

  “Yes, please. This is ready. Then we can talk over dinner.”

  “Talk? We don’t have to talk anymore. You’re clearly sober.”

  Erin smirked. “Just because I’m a sure thing doesn’t mean we can forgo conversations, Bradley Mead. I want to discuss something with you first. It’s sex related.”

  He grinned. “Oh, good, then.”

  “Men,” Erin murmured, shaking her head.

  Chuckling, he went to get plates and cutlery from the cupboard as Erin scooped a generous amount of her butter chicken into a serving bowl.

  “I cooked extra rice because I know how much you love this dish,” Erin commented.

  “Thank you,” he said, sniffing the air appreciatively. Good thing they were both living in this apartment. They had all night—and all of the next morning, for that matter. He could take his time enjoying dinner, and then enjoying Erin. Ah, he couldn’t remember looking forward to a surprise date before. And this was a fantastic surprise.

  “So,” Erin said as they sat down. “I want to ask you something about tonight.”

  “Uh-huh,” he said, tearing the hot naan bread in half and putting a piece on Erin’s side dish as she heaped some food on his plate.

  “Remember what Kevin said about me?” she asked nonchalantly.

  “What, in particular?” he asked as he had his first mouthful. “Mmm. Best butter chicken in Sydney, Miss Baker.”

  “Thank you,” Erin said. “Anyway, I’m talking about when Kevin suggested that I should seek sex coaching or something.”

  He frowned at her.

  “I’ve only ever had sex with three men,” Erin continued. “And I’ve never heard them complain, except when Kevin made that comment. But I was wondering if you could... well... be honest with me tonight? And perhaps, give me some coaching if you think I need it?”

  “I don’t think you’d have a problem, Erin,” he said, hiding his smile.

  “How do you know that?”

  He leaned close to her and looked into her eyes. “Because I intend to discover every little thing that turns you on. I intend to find out the most sensitive parts of your body and how you want to be touched. I intend to get you so hot that all inhibitions leave you. By the time we’re done, Erin, you will know that you are a goddess in bed.”

  Erin stared at him, her face flushing deep red. “I guess... I, uh... I’m glad that...” She swallowed. “Well, I can’t wait.”

  He grinned and gave her a peck on lips. “Good. I can’t wait either. But you promised to feed me first.”

  Erin laughed. “I did, too. Now eat.”

  Eat he did, as he and Erin talked about work, and how their friends and family were taking their fake engagement.

  He loved that Erin was getting so relaxed about this. With his past female buddies, once the decision had been made to sleep together, they’d only seemed interested in talking about dating. That was why he was more confident than ever that this would work with Erin. She wasn’t shunning friendship-only topics like the other girls had, even if he couldn’t resist glancing at the outline of her hard nipples through the soft material of her dress. This was a true friends-with-benefits-with-no-other-hidden-agenda arrangement.

  Perfect.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Erin glanced at Brad as he loaded the dishwasher. Should they be cleaning up? Wasn’t this a mood-killer?

  Brad had openly ogled her chest all night, clearly enjoying her braless state, and had taken every opportunity to touch her. He’d even placed his hand underneath her dress to caress her thigh while he thanked her once again for the delicious meal.

  She’d managed to finish her dinner through all that, but her panties were now soaked. And judging from the bulge in Brad’s pants, he was as ready as she was.

  “Perhaps we should have some wine in the lounge room?” she asked, clearing her throat.

  “Do you want one?” Brad asked as he turned on the machine, then washed his hands.

  “Not if you’re gonna tell me you won’t sleep with me because I’m tipsy,” she teased.

  Brad walked purposefully towards her. “The way I’m feeling right now, I don’t care if you’re drunk or not, Erin Baker. I’m taking you to my bed.”

  She grinned. Goofily. “So we’ll be doing it in your new bed?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hmm. It definitely felt good being this brave.

  A frown flitted briefly on Brad’s face, before it quickly disappeared, replaced by a smile. “Why not? It’s your apartment.”

  “Oh! I forgot. You don’t usually take women home to your place for fear of them becoming too comfortable. But you’re right. Your room is still in my apartment.”

  “Yeah. So how about right here?” he murmured, running his fingertips along her arm.

  She gulped. “Now?” Duh.

  In response, Brad dipped his head to capture her mouth.

  Her breath caught in her throat and her lips moved, responding readily to his soft, sensual kiss.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this since last night,” Brad said, slowly pushing her dress off her shoulders and letting it slink down to the floor. “And even though I enjoyed dinner immensely, I can’t wait to have you.”

  All she could do was gasp as Brad left a trail of kisses along her jaw, her neck, her throat, his hands exploring her naked back. When Brad ran his hands down the sides of her breasts, a fresh rush of arousal hit her.

  Wow, this was finally happening. It was... momentous.

  Should casual sex feel like this? Like some life-altering event was about to happen?

  She hid a smirk. Of course it should. This was a big occasion for her. She was having sex for the first time in over a year, after being humiliated, dumped and left wondering what she’d done wrong. Tonight, she was the liberated woman who’d managed to seduce one of the hottest guys she knew to have sex with her. Ha!

  Yes, this was significant for her. And she better not just stand there like an inexperienced virgin.

  She grabbed the hem of Brad’s shirt and pulled it over his head, making Brad murmur his approval before his mouth was on hers again—ravenous this time. Encouraged, she explored those sculptured abs that had been giving her weak knees for years. Now she could touch, not just look. And, oh, Brad’s heart seemed to be pounding just as hard as hers.

  Intrepidly, she moved her hand down to his crotch. Oh, Lord.

  “Erin,” Brad growled, lifting her so she was straddling his waist. “I want you bad.”

  “I can tell,” she said, her words coming out in a whoosh as she tightened her arms and legs around him.

  “You were so tempting last night,” he said, kissing her face as he carried her to his bedroom. “I’ve been ho
rny since then.”

  “You mean you had a hard-on all day?” she asked with a giggle.

  “Pretty much most of the time. I couldn’t wait to come home.”

  “Really?” she asked, thrilled by his confession.

  “Uh-huh,” he said, kicking his door open and dropping her on his bed. Then he sat on his knees beside her and gaped.

  She let out an exhale. Here was Bradley Mead, devouring her with his eyes. He wasn’t even touching her and she wanted to squirm in pleasure. “You’re not just gonna look, are you?” she teased, trying to cover up her nerves.

  “Are you kidding me?” he responded, his lips tugging up in one corner as he popped his jeans button and slid down the zip. The bulge hiding behind his boxer briefs was clearly dying to be released. But that was as far as he went with undressing. Instead, he hooked her lace undies with his fingers and pulled them down. Slowly.

  She lifted her pelvis to help him, and soon she was stark naked on Brad’s bed, her chest heaving.

  Brad exhaled through pursed lips, as if he, too, was having difficulty breathing. Then he leaned over her and kissed her mouth.

  “You’re beautiful, Erin,” he whispered.

  She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She was too busy trying not to moan as Brad started to draw circles on her nipple with his thumb.

  “Don’t be shy with me,” he said, leaving soft, unhurried kisses along her throat and shoulders.

  “I’m not—” She shut her mouth. What was the point of denying it? “I don’t know why I’m nervous,” she admitted.

  Brad reared up to look at her face. “Because this is not something you do all the time. But don’t worry, I won’t bite. Unless I decide to give you a hickey or two,” he quipped.

  “Don’t you dare! Unless you place it where I can cover it up.”

  “What’s the point of a hickey when you can’t parade it around?” Brad bent down and buried his face in her neck—and started to suck.

  “Brad!” she said, laughing out loud as she swatted his back.

  “No?” he asked, licking and placing a conciliatory kiss on the spot he’d just sucked. “What about this?” Without warning, he put a nipple in his mouth and laved it with his tongue.

  She couldn’t help her gasp. Before she knew it, her fingers had raked his hair, and her thighs had parted in invitation, allowing Brad to settle himself in between. She wrapped her legs around him, and gasped loudly at the delicious contact of her nub with his body. Unable to help herself, she rocked her hips against him.

  Brad groaned, rubbing himself against her several times before impatiently getting rid of his remaining clothing.

  Oh, God. He was magnificent.

  She’d have preferred to spend a bit more time admiring him in all his naked glory, but he was back on top of her, his mouth on hers. And she was kissing him back like she couldn’t get enough.

  She shivered with delight as his erection brushed her clit. Desperate for more friction, she arched her back for more contact—to no avail. Brad had raised his lower body so it was no longer touching her. Oh, please.

  Gosh, what was happening to her? She’d never been this lustful before.

  She reached for his hard-on, but Brad evaded her seeking hand. What? Was he playing hard to get again? She tried once more, but Brad was now crawling down her body, kissing the valley between her breasts, her ribs, her belly, as he went. Did he have to take his damned sweet time to get further down?

  She covered her mouth to refrain from giggling at herself. Since when had she gotten so impatient? In any case, she was now completely relaxed—apart from being tense from horniness.

  Brad made a little moaning sound as he parted her legs wider and started kissing her inner thigh. Oh, yes.

  She waited, and waited, and waited for him to pay attention to her clit. But the man was being such a big tease, just licking around her pussy and avoiding her most needy part. She made a little impatient sound.

  “Yes, babe?” Brad said, the laughter in his voice apparent.

  “Nothing,” she said in a whimper.

  He chuckled, crawling back up so they were face to face again. He stared at her, his expression one of amusement and... tenderness.

  It took her breath away.

  Without a word, Brad brought his hand between her legs. Pleasure and desire shot through her when he found her sensitised nub, making her shut her eyes and arch her body to receive more of his erotic rubbing.

  Brad groaned, dipping his head to lick her nipple with his tongue while his fingers stroked and teased her wetness. “Erin, touch me,” he said, his tone both pleading and demanding.

  Finally. She reached for his erection with both hands and tugged. It was rock-hard and hot, and already dewy at the tip. “Brad,” she whispered urgently, consumed by the sheer need to feel him inside her.

  “God, you drive me crazy,” Brad said through gritted teeth, his breathing heavy. “I want you so fucking bad.”

  “Then take me now,” she pleaded.

  He kissed her neck with frenzied passion, clearly still trying to hold back. “There’s still so much I want to do to you.”

  “There’s plenty of time for that later,” she urged, his declaration inflaming her further.

  With a resigned laugh, Brad rolled over to open his bedside drawer. He grabbed a condom and had it on in no time.

  She tried not to squirm in excitement as Brad repositioned himself between her splayed legs.

  Brad gazed at her. And for a breathless moment, they stared at each other. Without taking his eyes off her face, he guided his cock to her slit, then pushed in. She moaned in pleasure.

  “Erin,” Brad murmured, flexing his hips against hers slowly, gently, allowing her to adjust to his size.

  But she was more than ready in no time, so she thrust up to meet him.

  “Fuck,” Brad growled, going faster, driving in deeper.

  Then he was moving in and out of her over and over, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside of her again and again.

  Oh, this was exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she needed.

  No, that wasn’t true. Brad was giving her more. Much more than she’d ever experienced, although she couldn’t quite name what it was. How strange, when sex was just sex.

  But she didn’t have the inclination to dwell on that realisation. Brad was rapidly taking her to the crest. The pleasure was incredible.

  “Oh, fuck! Yes, Brad,” she moaned loudly. If she weren’t beyond shame, she would have been embarrassed at her clear display of lust. But heck, Brad hadn’t stopped groaning and panting as he tirelessly drove into her. They were an even match.

  “Erin,” Brad grunted. “Come for me.”

  He didn’t need to ask. She was already keening in ecstasy, her body clamping hard around his thrusting cock.

  And Brad came with her, loud and long.

  *

  Erin stared at the ceiling as she caught her breath, caressing Brad’s head that was resting on her shoulder.

  Wow. She’d never thought sex could be that good. Or, more to the point, she’d never thought she could be so highly aroused.

  Maybe the fact that it was casual was what had made it so hot. There was no expectation of a future together, so she must have felt freer to just enjoy the experience without the pressure of emotional strings.

  Hm. What had taken her so long in trying out this casual sex thing?

  “Damn, that was amazing,” Brad murmured.

  “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teased.

  “Nope,” he said with a chuckle, getting up to take care of the condom.

  She raised her eyebrows at him when he came back to the bed. “So, you mean you have less-than-amazing sex sometimes?”

  “Believe it or not,” Brad said, lying on his back beside her, “amazing is not a regular occurrence for me. Great sex most of the time? Sure. But not a-mazing.”

  “Now you’re just being nice,” she said, turning to her sid
e to look at him sceptically.

  “Excuse me,” Brad said, sounding affronted. “Why would I want to do that?”

  She shrugged. “I find it hard to believe that I’m one of the very few women you found a-mazing in bed.”

  Brad turned to her and pulled her close, a smile playing on his lips. “Ah, Miss Baker doesn’t believe how hot she is. I think she needs more convincing.”

  “Oh, I’d love to be convinced. But I still want to know why I’m now on your a-mazing list,” she said with a grin. Frankly, this was good for her Kevin-bruised ego. And thankfully, it was Brad she was having this conversation with. Otherwise, she’d be too shy and proud to fish for compliments.

  “Well, for starters, I hardly ever lose control during sex,” Brad said. “You made me lose it. And fuck, it was hot.”

  She grinned at him. That was most certainly an ego boost. She had no idea how she’d done it, but she’d made Brad lose control. Ha!

  Brad chuckled. “See, normally, we’d still be in the first round right this minute. But it doesn’t matter. I’m happy to start the next one.” He kissed her lips while running his hand on her bottom.

  “Okay,” was all she could say, her body already reacting to Brad’s caresses with speed she hadn’t known was possible. Would he be up for an all-nighter? The way she was feeling, even a second round might not be enough to assuage the deep desire for more sex she was suddenly experiencing. What had brought this on?

  Brad, of course. Silly.

  She sighed against his mouth. This was all great—as long as she always kept her heart out of the equation. Always.

  And that shouldn’t be a problem. Right?

  CHAPTER NINE

  Ahh. Fuucck.

  “Erin!”

  Brad shuddered, gasping as he erupted in another intense climax inside Erin. Hot damn. He’d never come that hard twice in a row in quick succession.

  He opened his eyes and gazed at the woman straddling him. Erin smiled, then collapsed on his chest, panting hard. Thankfully, his cock inside of her could feel her body’s contractions. For a while there, he’d thought she hadn’t come yet.

  He usually always made sure he’d taken care of his partner first before letting go. But Erin bucking on top of him enthusiastically, bringing them both to the crest, had had his pleasure spiralling out of control. He couldn’t remember the last woman who’d made him react this way.