Free The Male Stripper by Opal Carew Page B

a speed session.
    "No, that’s okay. I’ll be fine, thanks."
    He nodded. "Okay, I guess I’ll be on my way."
     
    * * *
     
    An hour later, she stretched out on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and grabbed the TV remote. It was late, but she needed to unwind a little before going to bed.
    A tap sounded at her front door. Her heart raced as she wondered who would be at her door at two a.m.? She walked to the foyer and peered through the side window.
    Cal stood on her porch.
    She relaxed and opened the door.
    "Hi," he said. "Sorry to disturb you so late, but I saw your lights were on."
    "That’s okay. What’s up?" she asked.
    He tugged something from his pocket and held it out to her. She glanced at the paper he presented and realized it was the check she’d given him.
    "You forgot to sign it. I just thought, while I was still in the neighborhood, I’d drop by. That would save mailing back and forth."
    "Oh, I’m so sorry about that. Of course, come on in and I’ll get a pen."
    She walked to the desk in her living room and grabbed one of the pens from the slender black mug she used as a pen holder. She signed the check and turned around to find him standing right behind her, all tall, sexy and smiling at her. Her knees felt weak and she almost grabbed his big, broad shoulders for support.
    She handed him the check and when his fingers brushed hers, electricity singed through her. Their gazes locked and her breath caught. His dark brown eyes flickered with interest and heat blazed through her. Did he feel the same sizzling attraction to her that she felt toward him, or was it just her imagination?
    The moment lingered between them as they seemed drawn together by an invisible magnet. She found herself tipping up her face, her lips tingling in anticipation. He seemed to be closing in for a kiss, but hesitated.
    Of course, this was a business situation and he wouldn’t want to cross a line. And she shouldn’t either.
    But Sylvia’s words glided through her mind. There’s no reason you couldn’t live out your fantasy.
    She wanted him, and judging from the gleam in his eyes, there was a good chance he was interested in her, too. Why not take the chance? What did she have to lose?
    Other than the embarrassment of being turned down.
    Just take the chance.
    She drew in a breath. "Um… would you like to stay for a glass of wine?" She gestured toward the half-full bottle sitting on the coffee table. "It was opened during the party and I’d hate to waste it."
    Smooth move. Ask him to stay for dregs of wine that I’ll throw out otherwise.
    "I… look am I reading this correctly?" he asked. "You are a really attractive woman and I’m definitely interested, but I don’t want to assume…"
    She stepped closer and cupped his cheeks, then drew his face down to hers. As soon as their lips met, an explosion of heat seared her senses. Oh, God, as his tongue dipped into her mouth, her whole body sizzled with electricity. His arms came around her and crushed her against his body, her hard nipples driving into his solid chest. A long, hard bulge pressed against her stomach, leaving her in no doubt about how much he wanted her.
    Then he released her, and his hot, chocolate eyes stared into hers.
    "Oh, God, you have no idea how much I want to stay right now."
    "Then why don’t you?"
    "Damn it, my friend’s waiting in the car."
    The words stunned her like a splash of cold water.
    "A girlfriend?" she uttered before her brain could sensor the words.
    "What? No, nothing like that. It’s my room-mate. We have classes together and he’s a stripper, too. He had a job in this area tonight, so we’re driving home together.
    Another guy who would be just as hot as Cal. God, two of them.
    She remembered Kalie mentioning her fantasy was to be with two guys. And Sylvia wanted four. Becca drew in a deep breath as heat washed through her. Maybe her fantasy was about to get twice as hot as she’d imagined.
    "Well, why don’t you