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been blunt with Ben, I wouldn’t be in this predicament.”
    “Blunt how? Get that dick out of your ass, fuckwad, because we’re married? How do you think that would have worked out anyway?”
    She shook her head, but she didn’t look sad. Just resigned.
    “Of course that wouldn’t have worked. But maybe I should have been more blunt back when we were dating. I should have asked why he always wanted the lights out and why he always wanted me on my hands and knees. Or ninety-nine percent of the time, anyway. Is that normal? Or does that sound like a guy who’s gay and pretending not to be, because he sure as hell was never interested in my breasts—though he seemed to like Chardonnay’s pretend ones just fine.”
    Jesus. Remy wanted to laugh at the twist of humor she put into her words, and he wanted to shut her up with his mouth. The shit she was saying was making him harder. He liked the idea of her on her hands and knees. He’d like to take her that way.
    He’d also like to press her down into the mattress, her tits mashed to his chest, and fuck her until she screamed his name.
    Remy reached for her hand, mostly to keep from kissing her in the middle of this coffee shop.
    She bit her lip when his fingers twined in hers. Her gray eyes gazed into his, and he felt a kick somewhere in the pit of his stomach. Every last protective instinct he had was snapping into gear. He told himself she wasn’t in danger, but that didn’t seem to stop the feelings coursing through him.
    “I told you the man’s a jackass. If you were mine, I’d strip you slowly, kiss every delicious inch of you, and fuck you with all the lights on. Because I’d want to see everything. Your breasts, your belly, your pussy—and those gorgeous eyes of yours when I made you come. Yeah, that I’d want to see most of all.”
    A flush stained her cheeks even as her mouth dropped slightly open. “I can’t believe you just said that to me. Or that I really, really want you to do it.”
    God, he wanted to do it too.
    “Baby, you’re hurting. You aren’t thinking straight right now. Much as I want to do every last thing I just said, I think the right thing to do is maybe have another date or two first, don’t you?”
    “I… I don’t think dating is for me right now.”
    He lifted her hand to his mouth, pressed a kiss on her soft skin. Then he let her go again because touching her electrified him. “Two more dates, Christina. Real dates where I pick you up and take you to dinner, maybe a movie. We can get to know each other. Make out some.”
    She stared at him for a long moment. “You’re strange, you know that? Most men would go for the easy sex.”
    Yeah, he was strange, at least right now. But she intrigued him—and he hadn’t been intrigued in a long time.
    “I like easy sex as much as the next guy. But I’m pretty sure you’d regret it in the morning, and the last thing I want is to be a regret.”
    “I don’t know what I’d think in the morning, quite honestly.”
    “How about we drink our coffee and talk about the kinds of things people talk about on a date?”
    She sat back in her chair and gave him a look that smoldered even though he didn’t think she intended it to. He really wanted to pull the pins from her hair and see it down like the day he’d met her.
    He studied her. Her white shirt was buttoned all the way up to her neck, which was kind of ironic considering the conversation they’d been having. Her breasts were small and round. Every once in a while he saw a hint of lace as she leaned forward and her bra was outlined against the thin cotton of her shirt.
    Her fingers were long and elegant where they gripped the cup, her nails done in that French thing that women liked. Her lips were full and kissable—which he knew from firsthand experience—and her eyes were sad and soulful.
    “So tell me about you, Remy,” she said. “Who is Remy Marchand and what does he like?”
    He shrugged, slightly uncomfortable