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shaft of pain splintering through her body and threw her into an overload of sensations. A scream burst from her as she came hard. Pleasure and pain blurred into oblivion as ecstasy ripped through her very soul.” Josh read aloud the last paragraph she wrote, and Nicole slammed her laptop computer down and shoved herself away from her desk. Jumping up, she moved away from him, unsure of what to say in that moment. She was shaking. His voice reading those words had affected her more than she wanted to admit.
    “Wow. That sounded sexy. I’m sorry. I just wanted to see what you were writing.” He stared at her, and she cringed. She didn’t want him to know what she was writing or even what she was thinking. Especially since her thoughts were consumed by him.
    “I’m a writer. I write romance. It’s private, and I don’t share it with anyone.” This was her secret, her way to let her imagination go wild and allow herself to fantasize.
    “Are you published?” he asked with a questioning look on his face, and she wondered for a moment if he had ever read her books.
    “Yes. I have a pen name. No, I won’t tell you. Let’s eat. The food smells delicious, and I’m really hungry.” Changing the subject quickly, she went into the kitchen and washed her hands. She started moving around, opening cupboards, but Josh stopped her. He grabbed her hand and led her to the small table, depositing her into a chair. She sat stiffly, unhappy with herself for letting him manhandle her. She seemed to crave his attention, his touch, and that confused her.
    “I’ve already got everything ready. Just sit and enjoy,” he told her. She didn’t understand him. She had just met him only hours ago and here he was, in her home, making her food. She didn’t want to think about it. In fact, she just wanted to eat so that she could get back to work. She wanted to finish the amazing scene she was writing.
    “Look at you? You’re itching to get back to work, and here I came all the way over here to cook you a nice meal,” he said as she sat back in the chair.
    “Why are you here? It does seem a little odd that a man like you would follow me home.” She stared at him, wondering what his motives were. Why was this gorgeous man cooking her dinner? Why was he in her home? It just didn’t make any sense.
    “Um, well, I saw you at the store, and I just couldn’t resist,” he said, but his tone didn’t sound confident, and she doubted he was being truthful.
    “You couldn’t resist? Why?” she pressed. She really did want to know what this man was doing in her home. It was completely unexpected. She didn’t think she was ugly, in fact, she was cute. She had always been a cute girl but still she never ended up with the most popular guy in high school. She didn’t go on dates with the quarterback, and the captain of the wrestling team didn’t come over and cook. Staring at him she tried to read him, hoping to understand what he really wanted from her.
    “I think you’re adorable, and I was hoping to get to know you better. If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll leave.” He stared at her unblinkingly, making perfect eye contact. She wasn’t sure if she believed him, but for some reason she did trust him. She didn’t get any weird, creepy feelings, and she always trusted her gut. Nodding, she let him serve her a plate of food.
    “Wow. You cooked all this?” She was seriously impressed, especially since she usually heated up a meal in the microwave each night. He had actually made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and her favorite—a sourdough roll. Her mouth watered as she stared at the food, inhaling the wonderful smells that permeated the air.
    “Yeah. I love to cook.” He looked a little shy at that moment. Maybe he thought she wouldn’t think he was manly, but him cooking was a huge plus in her book.
    “It’s been ages since I’ve had a home cooked meal.” She smiled at him, more grateful than she could put into