Free Playing with Fire by Renee Graziano

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    The matching pumps emphasized that her legs were athletic, and he’d found her lipstick bold but erotic.
    This woman did something to him. He wasn’t positive how he felt about it, but the impact was there.
    “Sorry about the cab,” he said as he waved one down. “I refuse to park my car down here unless it’s necessary.”
    “Besides, you don’t want your name to pop up in a police report again and you just had two drinks.”
    “That too.” A yellow vehicle slid to the curb next to them, and he opened the door for her. “I always hedge my bets.”
    She got in and stretched out those gorgeous legs. “I suspect you do.”
    He slid in beside her and gave his address. She’d told him she liked his apartment when she’d stayed the other night. It was plain with leather couches and white walls, but punctuated by bursts of color from a few paintings of boats and the sea done by his cousin. They certainly weren’t reproductions and lent the right flavor to the space. Austere, but at the same time bold and opulent, she’d said.
    Not easy to achieve, and she knew something about style. More than he did, certainly.
    When they pulled up to the building, he took her elbow and said hello to the doorman, guiding her to the elevator. The last time she’d been there was probably sort of a blur from the shock of the evening and the late hour, but this time she glanced around when he unlocked the door and commented, “This is nice. I remember it, but then again, I don’t recall the details. That was an eventful night.”
    She swept the place with an assessing gaze. Terrific view of the city, big windows.… He paid a fortune in rent. The furnishings were minimal, but expensive, and while dark leather wouldn’t be her choice, it suited him.
    She turned and he said, “The next morning was better.”
    *   *   *
    He dropped his keys on the table in the foyer. The clatter seemed very loud on the marble top. Nick smiled and said, “Take off your dress? A suggestion, not an order, and the heels can stay on in my opinion.”
    Lucky for him, Reign was on board but had conditions, as usual. “I don’t take orders, you already know that. I’ll take it off, but then you’re naked on the bed. How is that for a compromise?”
    “Give me a show?”
    Those emerald eyes held a sultry look. “I’m not a stripper, but I’ll do my best.”
    Nick reached out and touched her chin. It was just a brush. “I’m really looking forward to this, and for the record, I don’t visit strip clubs. Just improvise. I suspect you’ll do just fine.”
    She glanced directly at his crotch. “I get that you kind of like the idea.”
    His erection was uncomfortable, but then again, she just had that effect on him in general. “Reign, can we please just go into the bedroom?”
    She swung around in a swirl of dark hair and glanced over her shoulder. “You have no idea how lucky you are that you put ‘please’ in that sentence.”
    He had some idea about two seconds later, when that beautiful dress slipped down and she stepped out of it. It landed in a pool of blue fabric on the floor and underneath he discovered she wore a lacy black bra and a thong. He’d follow that ass to the end of the earth, he thought as he walked behind her, enjoying the view.
    Bra next. He caught it as she tossed it over her shoulder, and he really, really wished he could see the movement of those fabulous tits as she walked, but the view was sexy enough with her heels and just that tiny black thong.
    Then she stopped and bent over in the doorway of his bedroom, gliding her underwear down her hips and the length of her legs. Nick had managed quite a number of situations that required precise control, but he almost lost it right then and there, especially since he was fairly sure she’d prolonged it on purpose just to taunt him.
    Heels only, she turned to face him. Those generous breasts were tight—yes, she was enjoying this too—and quivered just a