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He continued to pleasure her with his
finger, sliding in and out. His thumb rubbed her clit as he sat up
on his knees and watched her hands, now both on her breasts.
Glorious sight to watch. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze those beautiful
breasts.”

How much could he take? His cock strained
and hurt, wanting to be where his finger was, wanting to feel the
warmth and wetness. But he knew he’d hurt her. Her pussy was still
wrapped tight around just one of his fingers. How much width could
she take?

He slid another finger inside. She sucked in
her breath as he pulled them out and pushed back in. After a few
strokes she relaxed. Warm liquid trickled on his palm and he began
to rub it on her clit, faster and faster.

Crying out, she convulsed around his
fingers. Rolled her head back and forth and rocked against his
palm. Wave after beautiful wave. What would she do with him inside
her? Would she thrash about or would it hurt too bad to feel good?
He wanted to know, but he wouldn’t try if she’d had enough. As much
as he wanted to take her, show her he wasn’t a nice guy, he
couldn’t. All because, well, he was a nice guy.

Rising up, she kissed him and worked to
unfasten his fly.

“
Don’t you want to be
pleasured?” She kissed him again, and pushing her hand down,
grasped his shaft.

Instant pleasure gripped him. Soft, smooth
skin on his cock. Tender touch. Fire ignited in a split second
within his soul. He opened his eyes and saw hers widened, her hand
frozen on him. Was she frightened by the size? Please say no.

She pulled her hand out. Shit! He should
have stopped her, or at least warned her. Why hadn’t he? Why hadn’t
he controlled the situation for a few more minutes? It was obvious
she had only taken a few laps around the track, but that excited
him.

They sat on their knees. Silence filled the
air. Was she at a loss for words? When she made no move, he reached
for his fly and started to zip it back up.

“
No.” Her hand covered
his. “Take ‘em off.” She tugged at the waistband.

Shocked and a bit nervous, he obliged. “Yes,
ma’am.” He pushed them off and tossed them to the floor. Then he
waited, nerves twisted in a tight ball in his chest.

With his pants off, she looked at what her
hand had felt. A smile washed over her face. Weight lifted from his
chest. She shifted closer and stroked his cock. Positioned the head
at her opening. He swallowed hard. Wetness and warmth awaited him,
enclosed the tip. One small push of the hips and he’d slide inside
to find heaven. Seeking restraint, he inched his hips back.

“
Val,” he whispered and
placed a kiss on her neck.

“
Yeah?” She continued to
stroke him.

Words caught in his throat as her hand
massaged him. “Maybe you should lie down so it doesn’t hurt as
much.”

She lay down. Lust and desire raged in her
eyes.

Hovering over her, he watched her face.
Would pain replace the sweet desire? His stomach twisted. The last
thing he wanted was to cause her pain, but if they were to ever
make love, she’d have to adjust to him.

The tip threatened the opening of her again.
She gave a small nod. He slipped the tip in and pulled back.
Another nod came, and he pushed the head inside. Her muscles
tensed, eyes flashed with a touch of pain.

He pulled back even though he wanted to
thrust inside. Feel her tightness surround him. She pulled on his
hips, urging him to give her more.

No words passed between them, only looks and
body language. Never had he felt so in tune with another human’s
soul as he did with her, right now.

Once again he slid his head inside, this
time inching a bit farther and back. How much more could he take?
Could he hold back until her muscles relaxed for all of him? Or
would he forget and take what felt magnificent? A feeling he’d
never had with any other woman.

Stroke by stroke, he pushed deeper. Tight
muscles clamped around him. A groan tore from his lips as the
length of him buried completely inside her. The feel of her pussy
sheer bliss to him, but she couldn’t be enjoying it. There was no
head rolling or hips grinding. He had to stop.

“
Are you okay?” he asked
in a whisper.

“
Uh hum.” Her voice
sounded raspy, not at all pleasurable.

“
I’ll stop.” The words
came out, even though he prayed she would want him to
continue.

“
No, don’t. Kiss
me.”

He kissed her lips and began to move slowly.
After a few more strokes, she closed her eyes, moved her hips and
moaned.

“
Oh, yeah.” Her body
accepted his, welcomed him.

They moved in sync, fit perfectly. Like a
custom-made driving glove, her pussy surrounded his cock and
squeezed him. Of all the other women he’d been with, none had felt
so right or looked more desirable.

His strokes increased in speed. No longer
did he fear hurting her, nor could he control his need. Pumping
harder, she bucked beneath him. Matched his pace. Whimpered in his
ear.

Perfect, sweet cries
filled the air. The more she cried, the more intense her pussy
squeezed.
Yes! It feels so good. Wet. Hot.
Oh, fuck.
He felt himself reach the point
of no return and drove home with one last hard thrust.

Husky and sexy moans mingled together as
they found release in each other. But even though his had been
louder, he still heard her cry out, “Sam.”

She had made love to Sam.
Some guy she made up in her head. Had she even noticed him as a
lover?
Him!
Noah
had made love to
her.

Two weeks. Would two short weeks be enough
for him? Could he play the part of Sam and then walk away from the
one woman who had stirred so much passion and desire deep within?
He’d have to somehow. She’d only invited him to her place to help
facilitate her lie. Get to know each other intimately. Her body
responded to his, but her mind focused on the authentication of the
fraud.

The nice guy lost again.

Chapter 4

Val opened her eyes to find streams of
sunlight across the covers and the left side of the bed empty.
Stretching, she smiled as thoughts of last night flooded her
mind.

Shit!
Last night.
Noah!

“
Noah?” She grabbed her
robe and threw it on as she searched the house, but it too was
empty. He was gone.

“
Now what?” Val questioned
as if a loud voice would boom from the ceiling with an
answer.

How could she have been so stupid? Clearly,
he’d come home with her for sex. Did she really expect a man to
agree to such a ludicrous scheme? Well, she had offered him a
thousand dollars. That should have been enough. Hell, she should
have paid for an escort. At least he would have been a
professional. Yeah, but then Tyler might have known him from the
business.

No, my plan was better,
but I should have played it smarter. Got his phone number at
least.
She sat on the edge of the bed and
reached for the phone book in the nightstand. It was the best
chance she had. Kittler. He’d told her his last name when they
met.

Before she opened the drawer, she spotted a
business card. Kittler Auto Shop. The hours indicated the shop was
open on Saturday mornings from eight to noon. She released a sigh
and hugged herself. He’d gone to work and left his business number
for her. Not as nice as leaving a home phone or cell, but she had
made it a business deal.

Since she didn’t have any appointments
scheduled until noon, she put the card back on the nightstand and
walked to the bathroom. A nice hot bath seemed in order. The night
had gone magnificently. She’d found a man to make even her sister,
Bree-who preferred women, but would do the occasional
male-lust.

Noah had agreed to her plan and also given
her a night to remember. Tender and caring. Hot and satisfying.
However, she’d never slept with a man so large. Never seen one
except in Tyler’s movies. And there was a reason Tyler stayed
behind the scenes, sleeping with the women off camera. Though he’d
made plenty of private, personal footage of himself and the tramps.
Noah put him and the other guys to shame. Which was another reason
she wanted to soak in the tub, to ease her soreness.

She doubted a man such as Noah would either
like her—an inexperienced woman—or find pleasure in her, but it
didn’t matter. Their deal was business. Nothing more, nothing less.
He’d be gone in fourteen short days and she’d have the memory of
last night forever.

She should be happy. Life would go back to
the way it was. Men were untrustworthy, and she did just fine on
her own. No one to catch cheating or lying. No reason to snoop
around. And best of all, no heartaches. Of course, there were no
children to fill her house either, and she wanted to hear the sound
of children’s laughter, enjoy their slobbery kisses and hug them
close as they slept.

By the time she’d taken her bath, eaten, and
waited on a couple of walk-ins, noon had come and gone. Noah most
likely would have closed his shop, and she’d missed her chance to
call. She’d have to wait until Monday to contact him.

Precious time wasted. During the week, they
both had to work. She knew how hard running a business was. Long
hours. Little time for family or friends. How much could they learn
about each other in the time span they had?

* * * *

Bree read the article for
the fourth time.
No? Couldn’t be. Could
it?
Val had said his name was Sam White.
But there had to be lots of people named White. Sam wasn’t an
uncommon name either.

She looked over the
article again. The name Samuel White was printed in bold
letters.
Well, Mom and Dad’s precious
Valerie had her own eccentric desires.
Maybe when they found out whom big sis was into, they
wouldn’t be so hard on her.

Oh, they had accepted she’d never marry a
man and start a family. At the time she’d believed she wanted them
to. Then they turned all their attention to Val, hoping she’d give
them a grandchild. Attention they used to lavish on her.

They welcomed the women in her life, even
hoped she’d go to a sperm bank, but when they found out she didn’t
want children, they lost a bit of spark. Why were grandchildren so
important to them anyway? Who cared about smelly, dirty, loud
little brats? She didn’t.

She grabbed the phone and called Val.

“
Hello, Valerie’s Nails.
How can I…”

“
Yeah, yeah. Don’t you
look at your caller ID?” She rolled her eyes.

“
Hey, sis. I’ve just been
a bit busy today and forgot. What’s up?”

“
I wanted to know if you
were free tonight.” She smiled. Val would have plans with Sam
again.

“
Oh, you know, staying in.
Dinner and a movie. A bit of snuggling on the couch.
Why?”

“
Because, I have an
announcement to make. So, throw some chicken and a pot of beans on
the grill. I’ll bring some extra sides and Mom’s bringing
dessert.”

“
Huh… Bree, tonight’s not
really a good…”

“
The time hasn’t been
right for months. Don’t worry about the house being a mess. We all
just want to meet Sam, and I do have some news. I already told Mom.
We’ll be by about seven.”

Before she allowed Val to protest, she hung
up. Then called their mom to tell her Val had invited them to
dinner.

She put the phone down and read the upcoming
events in her Alternative Lifestyles newsletter again. According to
it, the famous Samuel White would be performing live next weekend
at the T-Back lounge as “Samantha White”.

* * * *

Shit, shit, shit!
Val ran to the bedroom, snatched the business
card and dialed. After three rings the answering machine picked up.
Crap! She slammed the phone down without leaving a message. It
wouldn’t do her any good. Monday would be too late for him to get
it.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she raced
around the place, taking chicken out of the freezer, picking up
magazines, and wiping down surfaces.

In four short hours her parents expected to
meet the man they believed would help produce grandchildren. Why
couldn’t they play golf or travel like normal middle-aged
parents?

Calm down. Just think of a
good excuse why he can’t make it tonight.
He got sick? Had to work late? Went out of town?
Think!
She scrubbed the
toilet until the water sparkled and still had no excuse. None
original anyway. Already he’d had a death in the family and had to
go out of town. Volunteered for charity on the weekends and worked
more hours than existed in the week. Maybe the sick angle would
work. A cold? The flu? No, Mom would just want to take him soup.
The measles, chicken pox, malaria?

Get a grip.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t. Weeks of
planning, dodging, and lying, all for nothing.

She picked up the phone and hit redial.
Noah’s recorded voice came across the line. It was no use. After
six months of holding them off and finally finding the perfect man
to play the part, she would have to come clean. Tell the truth.

Her parents would be so disappointed in her.
Twenty-eight years old, three failed relationships, and no
children. Forget about surviving three broken hearts, financial
ruin and crawling back to owning a house and business.

A tear ran down her cheek. She swiped it
away, but more followed. How could she face them? Her body slumped
over on the bed, and she indulged in a short pity party. Then she
straightened her clothes and hair, before preparing the words she’d
use when she told them the truth. Even if it would break her
mother’s heart.