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flicked her tongue along the sharp angle of his jaw, remembering the number of times her eyes had been drawn to that spot. He was devastatingly handsome. And she was thankful she finally had the opportunity to show him exactly how much she longed for him.
    “Christ.” Jude strode to the tub and sat on the edge with Naomi nestled securely in his lap. His erection pressed against her thigh, as hard and solid and large as the rest of him.
    You have to be kidding me. Her panties suddenly felt uncomfortable against her sensitive flesh. The thin moist strip strained mercilessly against her clit.
    “What are you doing to me?” he murmured. His eyes appeared heavy, showing he was as affected as she was.
    His hand scraped against the side of her delicate dress, curving along her waist and over her hip. His mouth returned the favor on her neck, licking a path along her beating pulse. She rocked forward on his lap, hoping for some sort of relief. Ragged gasps gushed from her lips.
    “Naomi.” His warm breath swept over her ear. Her eyes rolled back in her head. “We have to slow down, baby.”
    He was right. She was on sensory overload.
    “I don’t care,” she said, surprising herself.
    An addict. She’d quickly become an addict.
    “I need you, Jude.” Her hand dropped from around his neck and instinct shooed away all good sense as she pressed her palm against his steel-hard cock. One long stroke down and back up again. He was magnificent.
    “ Fuck ,” he muttered low and drew in a sharp breath. He grasped her wrist and brought her palm up to his mouth. He pressed his lips there, clenching his eyes closed as if to concentrate. Calm himself.
    Good. She was entirely too pleased to see the reaction she could summon from him. At least she wasn’t alone in this frenzied hunger.
    A bell rang from another part of the house, causing a renewed streak of warmth to rise up Naomi’s body and settle into her cheeks. Remembering she was in her friend’s bathroom was the cold shower she deserved, she supposed.
    Their ten minutes were up.
    “I took it too far, didn’t I?” she said, feeling the guilt hit her dizzy head. She’d started this. She’d purposely teased him, revved them both up. And there didn’t seem to be a way to end it. Leave? Yes. Millie would understand. “We should go to my place.”
    “No.” He shook his head, his jaw gritted tight as an unusual twinkle lit his eyes. “You and Millie wanted to play this game. We’re going to play it. To the end.”
    “Game?” She’d never been a good actress. She tried to look innocent anyway.
    “To the end,” he repeated.
    “Why? What’s the point in torturing ourselves when we can be completely alone?”
    “You want me. You can obviously see the feeling is mutual. But if we’re going to play a game, then I plan on being a participant rather than a pawn. You want to use me as the tool to help you feel again? Then let me do my best to make it worth your while.”
    “Alone,” she said in one last protest, her head still spinning. What was going through that clever mind of his?
    “Not until I say. Now let’s go before we’re disqualified.” He stood, placing her on her wobbly feet.
    Her legs quivered unsteadily and she tried to shake the haze blanketing her.
    He picked up the pink razor, then after glancing around, he swiped a roll of toilet paper from its holder. “Good enough. On to the next room.”

CHAPTER FOUR

    LUST.
    Her blue eyes gleamed pure lust as she peered up at him once more before leading him out of the bathroom.
    Sex was all she was offering—one night.
    Jude knew lust. He’d become on expert on the subject. Each woman was slightly different in the way they’d allow themselves to be seduced... turned on. Much like calculating their body’s algorithms. When he thought of it that way, the possibilities were limitless. Discovering and analyzing the wants and desires of women had become a hobby.
    A diversion .
    And now the woman who meant