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cowboy.’ Annie left quickly and he felt more confused than when she’d come.
    Nick took a shower and did the only thing a man could do when the smell of a woman he was currently falling for was all over him. He stood in the hot spray, stroking his cock, replaying it all in his mind. The fragrant pink knot of her clitoris under his tongue. The petal pink of her outer lips that bled to rose red in the centre. The blushing wet invitation of her cunt. Christ, the way it felt to slide into her, inch by impatient inch, until he was buried in her, balls deep. And the way she kissed him.
    Fuck, the way she kissed him.
    He came with a long slow exhalation. Hoping he didn’t fuck this up. Hoping he could make her proud and hoping, more than anything, that she’d give him a real chance when all was said and done.

    She was going to throw up. She was. It was almost a done deal. Casey nervously twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. She shuffled and reshuffled her papers over and over again with her notes. She was having a heart attack. She was not going to make it. The other groups of bachelors were going first and she was the grand finale.
    ‘You’re not going to throw up and you’re not having a heart attack.’ Annie waltzed up and handed her a coffee.
    Casey couldn’t help but wonder how morning had come so fast. It seemed like mere minutes ago that she’d been doing very bad things in her kitchen with Nick.
    ‘Stop reading my mind.’
    ‘Has your new beau shown up yet?’
    ‘He’s not my beau,’ Casey sighed, sipping her coffee.
    ‘Fuck buddy?’ Annie asked, cocking her head.
    ‘Annie!’ Casey shook her head.
    ‘Well, you’re smitten, and won’t admit it, he’s already hopeless over you and you’re banging like bunnies, but you won’t claim him as your beau so …’
    ‘OK, so I’m attracted to him.’
    ‘Wow. Really? What a news flash.’ Annie laughed and then, ‘Oh look. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.’
    He looked sexy as hell. His dark hair was still damp and his blue eyes were drawn right to her. Casey felt that lightning stab of attraction that always came with seeing him. ‘Hi,’ she mouthed.
    He smiled at her and echoed her “hi”. Her mind was flooded with X-rated images of them at her counter. How they’d sipped their coffee after and he’d made her laugh by disinfecting the whole countertop. And then he’d explained how his business fluctuated. She’d asked him where the money had come from and Nick had copped to just wrapping up a heavy duty refurbishing for a local Catholic church.
    The money was in her purse but she knew she wouldn’t need to use it. The women would eat him up.
    ‘Excuse me,’ she said to Annie and hurried into the coat room.
    She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t going to throw up or have a heart attack. She was going to faint. She leaned against the wall, shut her eyes and forced herself to breathe.
    ‘You OK?’
    She jumped a little, clutching her heart. ‘No. I feel like … I’m being electrocuted. I just … why?’ she asked suddenly. She needed to know why this man – this handsome gorgeous sweet man – was not with someone. He had to be picky. And if he was, she was too broken and useless for the likes of him.
    ‘Why what?’ He leaned against her and pinned her to the wall. The kiss he laid on her was sexy and sweet and it made her want to lock the door and redo everything they’d done the night before.
    ‘Why are you not with someone?’ she asked, breathless.
    Nick pulled back to look her in the eye. ‘No real reason. No big story. Nothing earth-shattering, or brilliant or tragic. No “movie of the week” reason,’ he said, pressing his thumb to her bottom lip before kissing her again. An almost chaste but entirely mind-melting kiss. ‘Just a long, long line of “meh” relationships that didn’t give me any reason to look forward to another.’
    ‘Oh,’ she gasped. He’d pressed against her fully and Casey could smell

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