Joni stood outside the door to Eric’s condo with butterflies in her stomach. Which was ridiculous considering it had only been two hours since she’d seen him. She tried to tell herself she shouldn’t be here. After all, she’d just broken up with Jeff yesterday and she sure as hell wasn’t looking to get into another relationship.

But she’d never been very good at denying herself treats—as the size of her ass attested to—and Eric was completely irresistible. She had fun with him and she couldn’t see how it was doing any harm. They’d have dinner and—please dear God—sex and more than likely that would be the end of it.

Of course, Eric was going to be ten thousand dollars poorer, but that was on him for making such a stupid bet to begin with.

Meanwhile, she will have had an experience to remember. A great story to tell her girlfriends over a bottle of wine. A hot memory to get her through the coming lonely nights. The knowledge that for one brief, beautiful moment in her life she was completely daring, reckless, wild. After a lifetime of meh, she liked the idea of that.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked.

The door opened immediately. “I was starting to wonder if you were having second thoughts.”

Her brows furrowed. “Were you watching me?”

He nodded. “Yep. That seemed like quite an internal dialogue you had going on. Debate? Pep talk?”

She narrowed her eyes. Cocky man read her far too well for a virtual stranger. “Both.”

He stepped aside as she passed him, sucking in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of his masculine cologne. “I’m glad you didn’t turn around and walk away.”

She stopped just inside the door, admiring the homey feel of his condo. It was definitely a guy’s house, but it was tidy and comfy without any skeezy bachelor pad feel to it.

Then she caught a whiff of dinner. “Oh yum. Is that garlic bread?”

“Yeah. I’m not much in the kitchen, but I can whip up one hell of a tasty spaghetti sauce. Hope you like Italian.”

“I love it. Listen, Eric—”

He cut her off. “Nope. Tonight is a celebration. We’re not gumming up the works with a bunch of talk, so let me just sum it up and get it out of the way. You’re going to try one last ditch attempt at convincing me you should be alone for a little while. I’m going to say no. You’ll persist, I’ll ignore, blah blah blah. At which point, we’ll agree to table the discussion until tomorrow since I’ve gone to so much trouble to make you a delicious dinner. So, can we just skip to that part now?”

“Nobody likes a smartass.”

He tugged her close to him, pressing a hot kiss to her cheek before whispering, “You do.”

“Dinner does smell good,” she begrudgingly admitted. “But let’s just skip to the deciding factor. What’s for dessert?”

He laughed. “I picked up Tiramisu from the bakery.”

“Oh my God. That’s my favorite. Okay, you win. Talk is overrated. Need any help in the kitchen?”

He shook his head. “Nope. It’s ready.” Eric took her hand and led her to the dining room, where he’d set the table with a long white tablecloth and the most beautiful dishes she’d ever seen.

“You have china?”

“I’m an only child. When my grandmother passed away, my mother gave Nana’s china to me. I think she was hoping I’d take it as a hint to get married.”

“How long have you had the dishes?”

Eric gave her a wicked wink. “Eight years.”

She rolled her eyes. “Your poor mother.” She ran her finger along the rim of a plate. “It’s a beautiful pattern.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

She glanced up, trying to determine if he was still hinting around about the two of them getting married. As if she’d marry Eric just so he could win some dumb bet. However, his expression was guileless.

He pulled her chair out and she sat as he went to the kitchen and came back with two plates of fresh salad. Then he poured them each a glass of red wine.

Dinner was a laid-back, relaxing affair. Eric, despite his protestations, was an amazing cook. Joni assumed that after so many years as a bachelor, he’d had no choice but to learn his way around the kitchen.

When she put her spoon down after the last scrumptious bite of tiramisu was gone, she sighed.

“Full?” he asked.

“Ridiculously so. You’re going to have to roll me out of here.”

Eric rose from the table. “You’re not going anywhere.” He walked over to his stereo system and hit a few buttons. Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World” came on. He held his hand out, crooking his finger at her.

She grinned and stood, walking into his arms. He started to sway and she marveled over how natural it felt to be dancing with him.

“I love this song,” she said softly.

“It was my nana’s favorite.”

They continued to dance even as the music changed. He’d clearly given this evening some thought. His song selections, the meal, the romantic atmosphere, were all perfect. Then she considered what she’d learned last night. He was a self-confessed playboy. And she was falling for every bit of it. Hook, line and sinker.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, looking up at his handsome face. With his dark, wavy hair, that chiseled jaw with the little cleft she wanted to lick, his bedroom eyes and sexy smile, she understood perfectly why women fell over him. Add in his sense of humor and talent for romance and he was a threat to every female on the planet. “This is quite the seduction scene you’ve got going on.”

Eric gave her a wicked grin. “Is it working?”

“Oh hell yeah. Although who are we fooling? We both knew before I got here I was sleeping with you tonight.”

“Always been a fan of the sure thing.”

She rolled her eyes and started to call him out for his cockiness, but something in his expression stopped her. He looked too serious, too sincere.

“I don’t bring women here and make dinner for them, Joni.”

Were her thoughts that transparent? “I didn’t say anything.”

“I know you didn’t, but I can imagine what you’re thinking. That total honesty thing is probably working against me right now.”

It was. And it wasn’t. But she didn’t have time to reply either way.

“So I’m going to give you some more truth. You’re the first woman I’ve invited here for dinner. The first to see my nana’s china and the first to dance with me in my living room.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

“I also wish you were the first to sleep in my bed but I sort of fucked that up the other night, so let me put it to you this way. I hope you’ll be the first woman to sleep in my bed a lot of nights, the first to put a bunch of girlie shit in my bathroom and to leave wet towels all over my house. Anywhere you want to toss them is fine with me.”

“Is this your idea of giving me space and time?” The question lacked any steam. In fact her voice sounded sort of breathless, flirty.

“My cock’s been hard since I saw you eviscerating your ex in that restaurant. I don’t see that condition changing anytime soon.”

“Sounds painful,” she teased.

“Only if you keep insisting on time away from me.”

She bit her lower lip, then shook her head in defeat. “I couldn’t stay away if I tried. I’m very bad when it comes to self-restraint. I’ve failed at every diet, fallen off every wagon and then there’s that masturbation thing.”

Eric laughed, then kissed her—fast and hard. “Come to bed with me.”

It wasn’t a request, so she didn’t answer. Instead, she followed him to his bedroom, shocked to discover every flat surface lit with candles. When she saw his bed, she gasped. The dark-blue comforter was covered in deep-red rose petals.

“I bought you flowers, then decided to put them to better use.”

Joni was speechless. All she could think was Most. Romantic. Night. Ever.

“Joni?” he prodded as she stood motionless in the doorway.

“Thank you for the roses,” she said at last.

He grinned. “You’re welcome. Want to have a contest to see who can get the most stuck to their naked skin?”

She snorted. “You’re on.”

Romance and laugher. Who knew it was such an irresistible combination?

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The more time Eric spent with Joni, the more convinced he was that following her out to that parking lot had been the smartest move of his life. There was something about her that made him want to put all the bullshit away and just be himself.

Though he was fairly certain that had been his only option. If he’d played his usual games with her, she would have seen straight through him and walked away. Being able to let the real Eric out was refreshing, a relief in a way.

And most incredible was she liked him for who he was. Flaws and all.

Eric started unbuttoning her blouse. He needed to see her. Touch her. Hell, he’d almost suggested they eat dinner in the nude, but he’d managed to restrain himself. Barely.

He dragged the silky material over her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. He kissed the side of her neck, tracing a line along the top of her bra with his tongue. Joni’s throaty mews of approval kept him going. He flicked the hooks of her bra open and removed the lace, enjoying the view.

Though they’d only been apart a couple of hours this afternoon, parting after sharing a cab to the restaurant to retrieve their cars, Eric had thought of nothing but this moment. Getting her here, naked, in his arms, in his bed.

They took their time undressing each other. Kissing, caressing, exploring. When Joni gripped his cock, he had to close his eyes and count to twenty. He hadn’t exaggerated about his desire for her. It was taking all the strength in his body not to toss her on the mattress and take her hard.

But he’d done that this morning. And again this afternoon.

This time, he was determined to woo her, to show her he wasn’t some wild animal.

Of course as Joni tightened her grip, then dragged the nails of her other hand down his chest, he wondered if she would mind the more aggressive route.

She started to go to her knees, but he caught her quickly. “Joni, I swear to God if you so much as breathe near my cock right now, I’ll explode.”

“But I never got to finish this morning, I want—”

“I know what you want. I want it too. But not this time. Just, Jesus, just give me a couple of years to get beyond this clawing need to fuck your brains out every time we get naked and then we can move on to the other fun stuff.”

She licked her lips. “You only need a couple of years? Something tells me it’ll be longer than that for me.”

He narrowed his eyes as he studied her face. She wasn’t lying. She was in the same excruciatingly pained state he was. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing rapid.

“I was trying for foreplay.”

She nodded. “I like foreplay. It’s good, but it sounds like we need some sort of plan going forward. Maybe fast, hard sex the first time, then if we go in for seconds, we can incorporate some finesse.”

“I like that. It’s solid.” Those were all the words his blood-deprived brain could form before he pressed her down on the bed and climbed over her.

She opened her legs in invitation.

Eric had thrust inside her twice before he remembered what he’d forgotten. He reared back, rising off the bed. “Condom.”

“Oh.” From her tone, it was clear Joni had forgotten too.

He reached into the nightstand and grabbed one as he apologized. “I’m sorry, Joni.”

She shrugged. “I’m on the Pill. It wouldn’t have been the end of the world.”

“That felt amazing.” His awed tone must have given him away as he pulled on the condom.

“You’ve never had sex without one? Really?”

He shook his head. “I told you. I’ve never ventured very far into committed relationship land.”

She reached out for him and Eric crawled back onto the bed, resuming his previous position. He had only pressed a couple of inches in when Joni whispered, “We’ll have to try it without sometime.”

Eric paused and let her words soak in. She’d just offered him something more wonderful than her body. She was giving him her trust.

He leaned down to kiss her. Eric had thought there was nothing he’d wanted more than sex, but that fell to the wayside as he felt the need to show her how much her words meant to him.

Love at first sight had always felt like a joke to him. A myth. An impossibility. Now he knew for sure he was experiencing it himself.

Joni’s fingers stroked his hair, but like him, she no longer seemed interested in that mad dash to the end. She opened her mouth, her tongue finding his. Her taste matched his, wine mingled with the coffee and chocolate flavors from their dessert. Her kisses were more delicious than the food.

After several minutes, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Eric,” she whispered. “Will you make love to me?”

He nodded, unable to speak. There was nothing he wanted to do more.

He withdrew slowly until just the head of his cock remained, both of them gasping at the sudden motion after remaining still for so long. Then he returned, stroking deeply.

Neither of them sought to increase the pace. Instead, they took their time, learning each other’s bodies. On the fourth stroke, Eric found her G-spot, the thrust evoking the most beautiful gasp from Joni. He put his knowledge to good use, driving her higher and higher, until her back arched off the bed and her nails scratched his skin. He winced at the burn even though it made him want to go wild.

He stilled as she rode out the storm of her orgasm, then he resumed his motions, determined to see her come again.

It didn’t take Joni long to find her way back to the peak, but it appeared she didn’t like diving off the cliff alone. She cupped his face in her soft hands and forced him to look at her.

“Come with me,” she demanded.

She didn’t have to ask. He couldn’t have held off his own climax if someone held a gun to his head.

He nodded, then pushed in harder. She cried out at his rough thrust. “Oh God. Do that again.”

Eric gave her what she wanted because it matched his own needs. He increased the speed of his thrusts, Joni lifting her hips to meet him, to add to the power of the moment.

He pounded inside her for several minutes more—resisting the overwhelming need to explode because it felt too damn good to stop. She was right. Two years wouldn’t be enough. Forever wouldn’t be.

When Joni’s second orgasm began, her inner muscles clenching his thick flesh, he lost the battle, coming so hard he saw stars.

Neither of them moved for several minutes, their breaths coming loud and labored. Eric wondered if she could hear the thudding of his heart, given how hard it was beating.

Joni looked to the side briefly, then smiled as she plucked a rose petal from her shoulder. “I think I just won the petal contest.”

He shook his head. “Nope. It’s not over yet. Still plenty of hours left for me to pull ahead. Next time, I’m putting you on top.”

Her pussy clenched at his declaration, giving away her own desire to do just that.

“You seem to have a problem with admitting defeat on bets,” she teased.

Eric laughed. “And you’re always in a rush to declare a winner before the race is over.”

“Maybe.”

He was delighted by her answer, thrilled to see her starting to cave. It gave him hope for the future. Their future.

He pulled out of her reluctantly, dropping to his back next to her.

Joni stretched out like a well-loved cat and Eric suspected she would have purred if she could. “That was quite a night…and day…and another night.”

He rolled over and ran his hand along her thigh. The touch provoked a shiver of delight. He loved the way her body responded to his. The way they fit.

“Then what do you say we go for broke? One wild week? Month? Year? How much time do you have and how reckless are you feeling?”

“You’re still determined to win that bet, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “Joni, my love, I’ve already won.” Then he made sure to kiss her so sweetly she couldn’t have offered up a smartass reply if her life depended on it.