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Authors: Jess Dee

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Coming!

She’d said
coming
, not
come in
. “Shit, I’m sorry. My bad. I must have misunderstood.”

She shook her head in obvious disbelief, a quick short shake that sent her bobbed hair swinging from side to side, so the ends—which were slightly longer than the back—hit her chin.

He watched, fascinated, as the ceiling light shone down on her ash-blond strands, creating a halo effect. She looked like an angel. A gorgeous, sexy angel who made his dick ache and his balls heavy. “I swear…” He held his hands up, showing her his palms. “It was a mistake. I thought you invited me in.”

“And now?” she spluttered. “Do you still think that?”

“No.” He flashed her a remorseful smile. “But it’s pretty damn tough to regret being here.” Fully clothed, Liv was a good-looking woman. Bare-assed naked, she was magnificent.

Quick as a flash, she stuck her hand into the open drawer beside her and hurled something at James. It hit him in the face.

He blinked. “Did you just throw a pair of socks at me?”

“I don’t keep anything more solid in my underwear drawer, otherwise you can rest assured I’d have thrown that.”

“Great arm, Taylor.” Man, he was impressed with her aim. Impressed and proud. “You should take up cricket.”

The comment was one hundred percent sincere, so when another pair of socks hit him on the nose, he was a little…surprised. And, yeah, a lot aroused.

Olivia’s body twisted with the throw, outlining the sleek curve of her slim waist. Perhaps a little too slim for James’s usual liking, but that didn’t impede the pleasure he took from her bowling action. She looked startlingly beautiful sending the full toss in his direction. All sleek, toned flesh, silky hair swinging with the action and fire blazing from her eyes.

She took his breath away.

Or perhaps the third pair of socks, hitting him square in the throat, was responsible for that.

“Can you please get out of my room and let me dress in peace?” Liv stood armed and ready, two pairs of socks in each raised hand. Which, coincidentally, left her entire body exposed to his greedy gaze.

Flushed cheeks made her skin glow, and she gnawed on a lower lip that somehow looked a lot more luscious than it had the last time he’d seen her. Long, slim legs met at the juncture of her thighs—a juncture decorated with nothing more than a delicate strip of hair. Trim hips led to the sleek curves of her waist and a flat belly. Then there were the half-a-handful breasts. The ones with the tempting, dusky pink nipples.

Liv might be in need of a good burger to pack a bit of meat on her bones, but the knowledge didn’t prevent James from staring at her in wonder and, perhaps a bit of awe. It also didn’t stop the lust pounding from his groin, through his veins and hitting every nerve ending in his body. Nor did it dim his bewilderment at finding himself fascinated with a woman he’d never thought of as more than a good friend.

He and Liv went way back. To university days. So did the six other mates they were meeting for dinner. As adults, they met every third Sunday and enjoyed a delicious meal together. It was their way of ensuring they stayed in touch when regular life interfered with their ability to see one another as often as they’d been able to while studying.

“I would leave,” he promised her. “Under ordinary circumstances I’d turn around and walk out the room. But I, er, kind of can’t go anywhere now.”

Liv… Growled?

Seriously? A growl?

“Get out!”

“No, wait.” Again he held his hands, this time in surrender. “Honest to God. I can’t leave like this.”

“Like what?” she spat out, her exasperation visible.

He dropped his hands, gesturing at his groin. “Like this.”

Her gaze dropped, and her eyes popped open. “James!”

“I swear it’s not intentional.” He scrubbed a hand over his forehead, his erection pulsing. “Jeez, Liv, I can’t help it. You’re naked, you’re hot and I’m…well, I’m just a guy.” What man wouldn’t be brought to his knees by the sight of her?

A pair of socks hit him slap bang between his ribs. “You’re a freaking perv is what you are.”

He stared in astonishment, relishing her bowler’s arm, her fighting spirit and yeah, her bouncing breasts. “God,” he said hoarsely, “I think I just fell a little bit in love with you.”

More socks sailed through the air, each one finding its target. “Out. Now.”

“You think I’m joking.” He shook his head, both in denial of the thought and in regret that she’d assume as much.

The next item she threw hit him on the shoulder with a hard
thunk
. Fleeting pain shot through his arm. “Ouch.”

“Nail polish,” she explained, wearing a smile that was not sweet.

He stared at her, perplexed. “I thought you didn’t have anything hard in there.”

“In there? I don’t. On top—” she gestured to the top of the chest of drawers, “—I have an arsenal of make-up.”

Thunk.

A can of deodorant hit him on the other shoulder, followed by a tube of…something.

God help him, with every fiery throw, he grew that little bit more aroused.

“Next one’s landing on your forehead,” she promised and grabbed a bottle of body lotion.

“Okay, okay. You win.” He bowed his head in submission. Well, partly in submission, and partly because he was a horny son of a bitch and hungered to catch another glimpse of the thin strip of hair between her legs. Sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “I’m leaving.”

“Thank God for small miracles.”

Thank God, indeed. That sweet strip was a miracle of womanhood. He forced his gaze up to meet hers. The fire in her eyes and determination in her face made his heart hammer in time to his throbbing cock.

“Can I say one thing before I go?”

“If I don’t kill you first.”

The corners of his mouth twitched and he flashed her a smile. That was Liv. A fighter to the end.

“Don’t you dare smile at me.” She pointed at the door. “Comment and leave.”

James shook his head, his mind in a foggy cloud. Whatever he’d been about to say was forgotten. Damned if he could remember a thing when her nipples had hardened into beads and were pointing in the same direction as her finger.

“
James!
”

“Liv…”

“Leave.” She raised the lotion in threat.

“I’m going.” Somehow he managed to backtrack to the door.

“Close it behind you,” she demanded.

“Okay.” Ah, right. Now he remembered what he’d wanted to say. “Liv?”

“What?” she snapped.

Something inside of James unraveled, as though a tension he never knew he carried around with him had just eased. “You…you’re… Shit.” He swallowed, stunned by what he was about to say. No, stunned by how much he meant what he was about to say. “Y-you’re beautiful. Fucking gorgeous, really.”

She blinked in surprise. “James?”

“Yeah, pretty one?”

Liv smiled, sweetly this time. “I’m bringing arsenic with me to dinner. Better check your food before you eat it.”

About the Author

Once Jess discovered it was okay to leave the bedroom door open in her romance novels, she decided to leave everything open. Buttons, zips, pants, number of lovers... Which is why her books are all steamy erotic romances.

While Jess lived most of her life in South Africa, the last twelve years have been spent in Australia. From the fast paced Sydney lifestyle to the laid back islands and beaches, there's always another gorgeous Aussie setting for a contemporary romance.

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