Seducing Simon
From time to time she felt his gaze on her, but didn’t look up. When they’d finished he walked around and collected her plate. “I’ll wash up, you go get dressed.” She nearly laughed at his directive. So she was getting under his skin a bit. Maybe he wasn’t as immune to her as she thought. Remembering the other part of Mike’s advice, she placed her fingertips lightly on his arm. “Thanks, Simon.”
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    He flinched and drew away, piling the dishes into the sink. With a secret smile, she breezed into her room for part two of her seduction plan.
    Choosing a pair of sweatpants to go with her sheer white T-shirt, she discarded her nightclothes and pulled the shirt over her head. But when she looked in the mirror, she nearly changed her mind. The dark imprint of her nipples was clearly outlined against the shirt. But he’d definitely notice.
    She shuffled back into the living room grateful at least she was comfortable in the sweats and T-shirt. Perfect lounging clothes. And if they happened to make Simon squirm just a bit, all the better.
    Simon was still in the kitchen washing up the breakfast dishes so she decided to wander in and get a glass of juice. She watched Simon out of the corner of her eye. When he caught sight of her shirt, he did a double take. He quickly glanced away, but his eyes kept drifting back.
    Hiding her smile in her glass, she tilted it back, thrusting out her chest as she drained the juice. She set the glass in the sink and walked back into the living room. “Want to see what’s on TV?” she called back to Simon.
    “No, uh, that’s okay. I think I’m going to go play some more games.” Simon walked into the computer room, frantically pulling on his collar. It was damn hot in the house. He switched the ceiling fan on, desperate for some cool air.
    She was driving him crazy. When the hell had she gotten so damn sexy? The satin nighty had been torture enough, but the T-shirt that clearly outlined her perfect breasts was just too much.
    Pregnancy had been good to her so far. She’d definitely filled out in all the right places. The dusky imprint of her rosy nipples had him dying to get his hands and mouth on them.
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    Maya Banks
    He was having insane urges to sweep her into the nearest bed and make some serious love to her. He was losing it. This was Toni, not some cheap lay. But here he sat fantasizing about kissing her in the most interesting places.
    Lately he’d been having the oddest dreams about her. In his bed, writhing beneath him. It was so real he could almost taste her sweet skin, and somehow he just knew she’d taste of honeysuckle. He could feel himself inside her, instinctively knew just how she’d feel. The images bombarded him constantly. Her naked in his bed.
    Oh yeah, he was falling apart. He needed to get laid. But for the moment the only woman he could picture in his bed was Toni. And that scared him to death.
    The distant sound of the phone ringing broke into his vivid fantasies.
    A few seconds later, Toni appeared in the doorway holding out the phone to him. A frown on her face and those perfect, delectable breasts molded to every contour of that T-shirt.
    “It’s Starla,” she muttered, as he took the phone from her.
    He chanced one last glance at her chest before she turned and stalked out. Wonder what was eating her . He sure as hell knew what was eating him.

    Sunday morning Toni got up and put on a pair of her new stretch waist maternity jeans and one of the tops she’d bought. Whether it had been bought to gain Simon’s notice or not, she loved the way it fit. It hugged her breasts and outlined their curves then flowed gently from
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    underneath the swells. If it was a little lower cut than her normal attire she wasn’t complaining.
    After yesterday’s phone call for Simon from Starla, she wasn’t feeling nearly as confidant anyway. But she wasn’t throwing in the towel. Not yet.
    Feeling confident she

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