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dispersed,
transforming back into a more lighthearted mood. “You didn’t actually earn
them. As I recall, we were interrupted.”
    Bailey feigned outrage. “I hardly think that was my fault.”
    Rick shrugged. “Be that as it may, the terms of the
agreement were not fulfilled.” He took the beads from her grasp and smoothed
them back down on his chest. “Of course, if you still want them, we could
always strike up a new bargain.”
    She took a step back and put on a serious face. “I’m
listening.”
    “Well, as I said, I require something a bit more for these
beads, an extra offering.” He leered at her and though it was comical, it also
fueled the flame simmering in her core. “I need to see something very, very
good. Something that will leave a lasting impression.”
    She folded her arms under her breasts. “You aren’t impressed
already?”
    He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “No, I’m
impressed. I just want to see what else you’ve got.”
    “Uh-huh,” she said, giving him a hard time. “So, what are
you proposing?”
    He grinned wickedly. “Why don’t you start taking things off,
and I’ll let you know when you can stop.”
    “You’re going to tell me when I can stop?” She couldn’t
believe how cocky he was. And how much she liked it.
    “Yeah,” he said and sat down on the bed. He waved his hand. “Begin.”
    She chuckled, but a sudden nervousness made her hesitate. It
was a foreign sensation, something she did not like at all. Even worse, she
didn’t know why she was being weird—she fully intended to sleep with him after
all. He was going to have to see her naked for that to properly occur. But he
was watching her so intently. It was…intimidating.
    “Oh, no,” he said, pulling her toward him, and then positioning
her to stand between his legs. “Don’t be shy now.” His hands slid up the back
of her thighs to cup her ass. “Show me something good.”
    She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked down into
his eyes. He was so incredibly handsome, and he just exuded strength and
confidence. He made her feel safe, desired, a little bit wild. This night would
have been very different if someone else had found her on Bourbon Street. She
caressed his shoulders and then ran her hands along his biceps. The muscles were
just made for fondling, every ridge, every dip was solid and strong. She ran
her fingertips lightly down the back of his arms and his grip tightened on her
ass, pulling her closer.
    She leaned in for a kiss and when he lifted his chin, she
danced away, twirling out of his arms. He wanted something good? She had that. The
beads had to come off first, and she lifted them over her head, placed them on
the nightstand. He watched, rapt, as she unbuttoned her shirt, slowly revealing
her collarbones, her bra, her ribs, stomach, bellybutton. It fell to the floor
behind her without a sound. His lips parted when she unhooked the bra clasp,
his eyes glassy as her breasts spilled out of the lacy undergarment. She
twirled her bra around her finger and then tossed it at him in a faux-sexy,
mock stripper move.
    Rick laughed as he caught it, fingering the cup. “Do I get
to keep this?”
    She shook her head. “Only if you’re planning on wearing it.”
    He held it up to his chest. “I don’t think it’s my color.”
He placed it carefully aside on the bed. “Come here a second.”
    There was something mischievous in his eyes and Bailey smiled.
She stepped back between his thighs, and his arms encircled her waist, drawing her
closer. His hands moved up the curve of her body to cup her breasts. His skin
was rough, the texture at odds with his gentle caress, making her nipples
insanely hard. He took his time, thoroughly feeling her up, enjoying making her
writhe.
    She closed her eyes, letting the sensations course through
her. Her pussy thrummed with a low ache that radiated through her belly. His
hot, wet tongue laved and teased her nipple before he took into his