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Ethan was pleasantly surprised to find Kel had gotten over her aversion to their touching each other. Her hands were all over him. Moving over his shoulders and down his strong arms, she turned to face him in the booth. “You work out, don’t you?”

“I do,” he said, then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “And you seem like you do some exercising yourself.”

“No, I work a lot. I’m on my feet, moving around more than most,” she said, then turned her face to catch his lips, which lingered near hers. She had to keep telling herself that it was all fake.

So what if his lips felt like liquid heat as they pressed against hers? Who cared if he knew how to ease his tongue past her lips and into her mouth with a confidence she’d never experienced before?

Her head was going light with his kiss. It was soft, yet demanding. His tongue ran around hers with a slow twist that had her inner recesses pulsing with pleasure. The man knew his way around a woman’s mouth, she thought. Kel was sure he’d kissed more than his fair share of women in his time. She had to remind herself that the man she was kissing was a cad. A man who’d bet his friends he could get her into bed, or wherever he planned on trying to get into her pants before either of his friends could get her sisters into their beds.

The thought had her getting mad, and she found her nails biting into his massive biceps. He took it to mean she was getting more passionate and leaned her back onto the red, fake leather-covered booth chair. His body felt so damn right as he pressed his to hers.

Ethan had to admit that Kel was a fantastic kisser. He couldn’t recall a woman ever feeling so right in his arms. She tasted like spearmint, smelled like wildflowers, and felt like heaven. He pulled his mouth from hers and whispered, “Kel, I dare say, you kiss like an angel.”

She narrowed her eyes at him with a harsh glare that had him worried for a moment. Then the glare turned into a sweet smile. “And you kiss like Satan, Ethan. Perhaps I could lend you some of my good, and you could show me some of your evil?”

He growled with lust for the beautiful woman, then he had to kiss her again. She was spectacular. Their breaths mingled as they kissed and ran their hands all over the other, touching only the appropriate areas so far. But Ethan’s temptation was getting the best of him. His palms ached to cup her plump breasts. But he didn’t dare move too fast. After all, what he wanted was a thing he didn’t think she’d easily give up. He wouldn’t make his move until he had her panting and begging him to give her what he could tell she needed.

Kel laughed inside her head. Ethan wouldn’t be getting what he needed from her!

Phoenix was feeling more need for Cait than he’d anticipated. She was like a force of sexual prowess as they kissed and pressed their bodies together as close as they could while still having clothes on. Her hands persistently cupped his manhood then moved away, making him hard as a rock.

When she moved her mouth to kiss his neck, he groaned, “My God, woman. What you do to me.”

Cait was more than proud to hear him say those words. She’d tried hard to make him ache for her. And he’d hurt a lot worse when she left his ass alone for the night.

No, Phoenix Nelson would not be getting into her panties!

But she cooed into his ear, “What I want you to do to me is almost illegal, Phoenix. Tell me. Do you have a problem tying me up if I ask you to?” She bit his neck, making him moan.

He took a handful of her deep auburn hair and yanked it back, making her moan too. As he looked into the ocean green of her eyes, he said, “You like it rough, Caity-cat?”

“Let’s just say I can’t wait for you to go savage on me,” she said with a sly grin.

His cock pulsed against her where she was grinding on him. It made her ache to feel him inside her. But she’d deny herself that pleasure. She wasn’t keen on being a part of a bet, after all.

Jess was finding herself falling into Griffin’s arms far too quickly. The way he softly moved his hands over her arms and shoulders told her he could be that guy. The one she’d been dreaming about. The man who knew how to handle her the way she craved. Gentle touches were a thing she’d never experienced. Her boyfriends had all been young and gropy.

When his mouth left hers, leaving her lips pulsing from the kiss he’d given her, she found herself nearly lost in his hazel eyes. The color had gone stormy, and she could see how much he wanted her. “Griff, will you be keeping in touch with me after this night?” she found herself asking.

When he took in a deep breath, it reminded her that she was just part of a bet he’d made and nothing more than that. What he was doing was all an act to get her into bed. When his lips moved, she watched them as the words came out of his mouth, “I don’t think I want a day to go by without hearing your voice, Jess. That’s the God’s honest truth.”

He moved back in for another kiss, and Jess felt like he might be telling the truth. Frustration and fear filled her as she went voracious on him, kissing him with a vengeance she hadn’t known she had in her.

Why did he have to be using her?

Chapter 8

Kellie Flannigan hadn’t been kissed in over a year. Her entire body was quaking to be had by the man who was set on using her to win a bet. Her thoughts went to the dark side for a while as he made her moan and groan with his touch and his talented mouth.

What else could he do with that tongue? she wondered.

What would it really hurt to let him do to her what he wanted to? She needed sex, didn’t she? It had been a long time. Who would blame her for giving into the man?

He was an Adonis with a knack for love-making; Kel could tell. So what if he was going to love her and leave her?

His mouth left hers, trailing kisses up her neck. Then he whispered in her ear, “You feel like home to me, kitten.”