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receiving end when you are."
    His jaw clenched and he looked away from me, breathing deeply.
    Not interested my ass. Maybe he’d never slept with a black woman or a full–figured one. Hell, maybe he wanted to bed someone other than the pretty women he probably usually slept with. Whatever the reason for his sudden about face, I was tempted to take full advantage of it.
    "If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to take me to bed, Johnny mine."
    He turned to look at me again. "And if I did?"
    "Do you?" I prompted.
    He disengaged his arm from mine and stepped away from me. "I told you what I wanted from you."
    Was he serious after that question and scorching the taste of his mouth on mine and probably leaving palm prints on my ass? "So you did." And I’d believe it if he hadn’t just practically kissed the taste out of my mouth. I smiled at him and walked towards the French doors where Grace now stood with an I–told–you–so look on her pretty face. Clearly she’d seen those sizzling kisses and our bump and grind action.
    I winked at her before glancing over my shoulder at John. "Coming?"
    He inhaled, nodded curtly and walked across the patio to join me.
    "Oh, come on, Johnny. Why so glum? I know you were only pretending to enjoy kissing me but if you keep this up you’ll give me a complex. If that happens, you’ll have to really be my man because you will have ruined me for every other man. You don’t want that. Do you? Imagine the horror of having to bed me every time I need a man to hold me. And Johnny, I like being held on a regular basis."
    He stared at me and then suddenly laughed.
    I leaned against him and looked up into his dark gaze. "That really was hot. I’ll probably have to scrub the skin off my mouth to get the taste of yours off my lips."
    "You’re exaggerating."
    The hell I was but I could see he had a game plan. If I wanted a fling with him, I’d have to play along. "Maybe just a little," I said.
    He narrowed his gaze and looked sexily annoyed.
    I suppressed a smile. "Let’s do it again to see which one of us is right."
    "No," he said curtly, stepping back.
    "Party pooper."
    "You should be careful what you wish for, Amber."
    "I’m generally careful, but that doesn’t stop my knowing what I want and going after it."
    "And just what is it that you think you want from me?"
    Your big, nude body pinning mine to a bed seconds before you push my legs apart and slide deep inside me . I arched a brow. "I told you what I wanted, John; for you to pretend to be my man so I can reel in Deandre."
    He stared at me.
    He looked annoyed. About what I hadn't a clue. Deciding that there probably wasn’t going to be any pleasing him, I stared back briefly before turning away.
    "Reel in this!" He said and slapped my ass.
    "Hey!" Surprised, I swung around to stare at him. "What was that for?"
    He shrugged. "That was for his benefit," he said, his lids sweeping down to hide his expression.
    Even if Deandre was still standing at the French doors watching us, I knew or at least hoped John had slapped my ass because he wanted to. "Okay. I admit my flirting with you has been over the top but I blame that on the two glasses of wine I had."
    "Do you?"
    Clearly I needed to do some damage control or risk having him think I was a floozy. "Yes," I said firmly. "I’m normally very friendly but I don’t go around trading spit and allowing strange men to touch my rear within an hour of meeting him."
    "You didn't allow me to touch it, you encouraged me to."
    I shrugged. "It was the wine," I insisted. And dancing so close to your big, hard body.
    I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not. And that rankled because I didn’t want him to think I was easy. "And I’ve come to my senses," I added.
    "Meaning what, Amber?"
    So he wanted it spelled out. "Meaning you slap my booty again and you own it," I warned.
    "Really?"
    "Really."
    He waited until I started into the living room before I felt his palm stinging my ass