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was okay if she didn’t want to do it, that he was just putting it out there as an idea, a possibility.
    It would be risky even then, though.
    And it was probably stupid to even contemplate such a wild thought.
    But he couldn’t seem to control those damnable reckless urges for her that had begun plaguing him the last week or so, and the fantasy in his head had him so hard and so very hungry for her.
    He weighed the factors and found a few things already in his favor . Lynda loved sex—that was clear—their sex life was great. And he loved the way she looked in lacy lingerie, so another little bit of it could only up the heat. And she hadn’t seemed to mind watching the strippers on that steamy night last week—she’d even seemed somewhat interested, kind of flirtatious about it.
    This was a lot different than watching a stripper, of course—a hell of a lot different. And he should probably be hung by his balls for even contemplating this. He loved the woman—and he couldn’t quite believe he was going to risk upsetting her by doing something she’d probably find shocking and offensive.
    But his cock disagreed.
    And his cock seemed to have a mind of its own lately, especially when it came to his sweet Lynda.
    And…well, hadn’t they agreed they’d be open and honest with each other? Even if he still feared she was holding something back, that didn’t mean he should hold back, right?
    Of course, no matter how he tried to justify it, it remained an insane thing to do. Unthinkable. Unconscionable.
    And he almost knew he’d end up regretting it.
    But when the visions in his head grew more and more detailed with each passing second, it was just too hot and beautiful for him to push down.
    His heart in his throat, he looked up at Ginger when she came back through the doorway. “Hey, Gin, I have a proposition for you.”

Chapter Five
     
    “I don’t know if I can go on like this,” Lynda told Liz over beignets at the Café du Monde on Wednesday afternoon. They sat in the shade of the famous green-and-white awning, eating pastries and drinking café au laits . “I thought I could, but now I’m not sure.”
    “I knew pretending to be something you weren’t was a mistake,” Liz said, using one hand to shove a lock of hair behind her ear and the other to lift a bite of the sugary confection to her mouth.
    Lynda pursed her lips. “ You pretended to be something you weren’t when you met Jack,” she couldn’t resist reminding her. In fact, she’d loaned Liz a racy dress just for the occasion.
    “Yeah, but the act didn’t hold up long, if you recall.”
    Lynda sighed wistfully. “No, just long enough for Jack to see a few glimpses of your inner vixen and decide he needed to show you everything you were missing.” If only Jordan could be so bold and sexually creative as the tales she’d heard from Liz about her sizzling courtship with Jack. “The problem is, with Jordan, I’m going in the wrong direction—covering up my inner vixen. And I thought I could do it, thought I had convinced myself that regular sex is enough, but today I’m feeling all hot and horny and as if regular sex could never fulfill me.”
    “Then you have to tell him.”
    “Do you know what I want?” she asked, ignoring Liz’s reply as she got on a roll. “I want a man who loves me and who wants me to be just as wild and dirty as I naturally am. But I just don’t think I can have both of those things—at least not with Jordan.”
    Across from her, Liz lowered her beignet to her plate, looking disgusted. “Well, if you don’t tell him what you want, of course you can’t. But for all you know, he’ll love finding out you’re such an adventurous woman!”
    “I can’t tell him,” Lynda said morosely.
    As a horse and carriage clopped by a few yards away on Decatur, Liz flashed a look of disapproval. “And just why not?”
    “I’ve tried—sort of—and I can’t seem to get it out. Even when I have the perfect