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strong. He must’ve noticed her reaction.
    “There’s creamer in the fridge and sugar on the counter if
you want to cut that some.”
    “What the hell is creamer?”
    He lifted one shoulder. “It’s like milk.”
    “So why don’t you just say milk?”
    He shook his head, his expression the perfect mix of
exasperation and humor. “I have no idea.”
    She grinned, then accepted his offer. “Your job must be
incredible. Traveling all over the world, seeing so many amazing places. I’m so
bloody jealous, I can hardly see straight.”
    Andrew’s face brightened as he threw some bacon in the pan
to fry. His carefree expression reminded her of the man she’d slept with last
night. He and Harper shared a striking family resemblance, with their dark
complexions and crystal-blue eyes. “I’m not going to lie. It’s the greatest way
to make a living. You travel much?”
    She shook her head. “Actually, this is my first time out of
Australia.”
    “No way. I’ve been to Australia a few times with the show.
I’ll admit there are some definite differences as far as the landscape goes.
The red of the Outback, the lush green of the Tasmanian rainforests, the sapphire
of the Blue Mountains, the fluorescent cityscape of the Gold Coast. Depending
on where you’re from, of course. Do you find that to be true of your hometown?
Does it have a color?”
    He paused, clearly expecting her to answer.
    “Really, Andrew? So obvious. So lame. I’m not telling you
where Harper is.”
    He shrugged good-naturedly. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.
So what do you think of our country?” Andrew put down the whisk and leaned
against the counter.
    She licked her lips and tilted her head in what she hoped
was a seductive pose. “I’ve enjoyed the Chicago hospitality so far.”
    Mercifully, the sexy man took her hint. Reaching over, he
pulled the pan from the heat and turned the stove off. “How hungry are you?”
    She unbuttoned her blouse, loving the way Andrew’s gaze
devoured her as she pulled the soft material over her shoulders. She hadn’t
bothered putting her bra back on in her haste to cover up earlier. “I’m
starving.”
    A quick glance at Andrew’s track pants confirmed he was
ready to roll. His thick cock was hard and leaving an impressive tent in the
cotton. “Amy—”
    “Gettin’ cold feet? And here I was thinking you were this
big tough guy,” she taunted when she sensed his hesitation.
    “Take off those pants and bend over the table.”
    His commanding tone pushed every bloody hot button she had.
She quickly complied, positioning herself so that he had a bird’s-eye view of
her arse, the one he’d called gorgeous last night.
    Andrew started to pull his pants down, then cursed. “Fuck.
Condoms are upstairs.”
    Amy began to rise but he pressed her back against the smooth
wood. “No. Don’t move. Not an inch. I want you to stay exactly like this,
waiting for me.”
    “Don’t take too long.”
    He placed a light slap on her arse for her cheekiness,
though there was no pain associated with the action. It was meant to serve as a
reminder, nothing more.
    She pressed her legs together, feeling the wetness coating
the insides of her thighs.
    “Actually,” Andrew said, “I want you to wait for me with
your legs open.” He tapped his toes against her ankles until they were spread
apart enough to suit him.
    “You realize you could have already gotten the bloody condom
and been back by now.” His stalling was making her cranky.
    “Maybe so, but eventually you need to learn that
anticipation makes the reward a lot sweeter.”
    She groaned when he moved away from the table, but didn’t
bother to leave the room.
    Here we go again.
    He was going to play with her body until it felt like it
would explode with unrequited lust.
    “Please, Andrew. Let’s just have a quickie. To take the edge
off. Then you can tease me all you want.”
    Andrew didn’t reply. He reached toward a basket on the
counter,