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  “Sorry, prying is a bad habit of mine.”

  “If ya must know, it’s because I make a terrible bachelor and I thought this might break me of me shy ways. Ya know? And give me some confidence to find a woman I could love forever.”

  “You seem like you have plenty of confidence. And pft. Forever?”

  “Well, until one of us dies.” Shaun shrugged.

  “That’s not what I mean. Fuck, I guess it’s share time. Might as well tell you or you’re going to think I’m a bitter, twisted woman. My parents, well, they’re divorced. It wasn’t pretty, either.”

  She wiped a stray tear away. Not wanting to stab a huge hole in her privacy, which she obviously hadn't meant to breach, he decided to not draw attention to her emotional state. “Why does it matter what I think?”

  “My father fucked my mother over and cheated on her many times. Even had an affair with her best friend. My mum used to invite her out for day trips with us, ’cuz she felt sorry for her being a single parent and all. Bitch was shagging my dad the whole time.”

  “Ya know, not all men are like that.” He rubbed her arm, unsure how to play out the situation.

  “I know, but trust is easier said than done after seeing the damage he did.”

  “Is that why ya here tonight?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “To trust?”

  “Yup.”

  “Do ya want to trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  Hell. This means I have to take the lead. I guess this is what I wanted. Could the site have got it any better? She’s perfect for me. Kismet.

  “Then take your clothes off. All of them.” He stood and forced back his shoulders like a soldier in line.

  “But I’m starving. Can we order dinner?”

  “Later. Now, I want you to strip for me.” No Mr. Tough Guy, Shaun struggled to keep up the power masquerade.

  “No. I want dinner now.”

  “Thought ya trusted me?”

  “No. I said I wanted to trust you. Two very different things.” She poked him in the chest, her expression teasing and wanton.

  “Crap, I don’t do this whole ‘take charge thing’ very well, do I? Please, let me show ya how trusting a man is worth its weight in gold.”

  She didn’t say a word. Instead, she dropped her dress and stood before him in a sexy, pinched in corset. “You don’t mind, do you? I can take it off if you don’t like it.”

  “I don’t normally like the color. On ya, though, it’s stunning. I’d still like ya to take it off, and ya panties. I want ya naked, so I do.”

  She stripped with slow and teasing movements. He gazed at her beautiful, flawless body as she unclasped the corset. When she released the last hook, her breasts spilled out and rosy pink nipples pointed right at him. He wanted to kiss her from head to toe, and to lavish her in all that he could give.

  “Your turn.” She giggled. He loved her laugh; cute, yet far from innocent.

  “Who’s in control here?”

  “You are.” She giggled. “Do you want me to call you Master, too?”

  “Let’s not go that far. But ya can do as ya told and climb onto the bed.”

  She did as ordered and positioned herself on all fours, her full ass staring at him, begging him to hurry so he could spank her peachy roundness. He rummaged through the overnight bag he foolishly let Devlin pack for him. He’d taken a quick glance, hadn’t had time for anything else, and had seen a box marked candles. And he had spotted the condoms. So he figured it couldn’t be that bad. How wrong he had been. One by one, he pulled out each of Devlin’s surprises.

  Kama Sutra Massage candle? Erotic Mood Music? Flavored condoms? And what’s this?

  “What you got there, big boy?” She purred.

  “Erm, a blindfold, vibrator, and anal beads.” Way to sound like a sex fiend, Shaun.

  “A regular at Ann Summers, are we?” If only she knew. Shaun had never stepped foot in any kind of sex toy shop. Ever. Hence, sending Devlin in for him. Best pretend ya know what ya doing, mister.

  “Not exactly. A friend helped me out.” Can't help ya self, can ya? Way to keep up the expert facade.

  “Some friend. You'll have to thank him for me. It is a him?”

  “Devlin is a cheeky one, to put it politely, and I'm sure he'll be delighted when he hears his party surprises were a big hit. Oh, and it looks like there's flavored condoms as well as the regular kind from earlier.” Crap, boyo, why’d ya say that out loud? Ya gonna scare the wee lass off.

  “Oh, flavored condoms? Never did get the point of those, I mean, isn’t the whole point of a BJ so you can taste your man?”

  “Come again?”

  “I will, if you get to work. It ain’t gonna happen all by itself.”

  “That does it.” Shaun moved in behind her and brought his palm down to her ass, careful not to hit too hard. She squealed.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt ya.”

  “You didn’t. I liked it. Do it again.”

  “So ya trust me?” He spanked her again, this time a touch harder, and she bucked and purred when he made contact with her fleshy ass.

  “I trust you, for now. But hurry up and put that cock somewhere naughty.”

  “That there is fighting talk, so it is.”

  He stripped down in two seconds flat and didn’t waste time lighting the candle or ramming the CD in the hotel issue player. While both would do a great job at setting the scene, it now felt like they were starring in their very own porn movie. He made a note to thank Devlin for the extras.

  “Put this blindfold on,” He ordered, “if ya want a surprise.” He wanted to put it on her himself. But knowing she had trust issues, it didn’t feel right to do so. Instead, he went to the bathroom to clean the toys with warm, soapy water as the packet had said for him to do. He hoped she would be sightless and under his demand when he got back.

  He wasn’t disappointed. Still on all fours, she had done as requested. He smeared lube over the beads and eased them into her. As an anal newbie, he had no idea how much it would turn him on and drive him insane. He wanted to rip them out and shove his cock inside her tight little hole instead. His hard on throbbed with need already, and it had only been minutes since he’d come. Sure he would be able to perform again, and probably too soon if he didn’t grab hold of himself, he grinned.

  When the fifth and biggest bead was inside her, he whipped on a condom, slipped inside her pussy entrance from behind, and plunged his cock all the way into her slick warmth . The bumpity-bump of the latex numbs rubbing against him through her thick layer massaged his length as he moved, and he couldn’t contain the growl that emerged from deep in his gut.

  “Oh. My. God.” She gripped the sheets and wiggled under him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back in his control; slow and deep, taking it easy so he wouldn’t hurt her.

  “Faster, Shaun, faster.”

  “I’m ready to shoot a load. Trying. To. Slow. Down.”

  “Then come here. I want to try out those flavored condoms of yours.”

  “Not yet.”

  He pulled out the beads, one by one, enjoying the thrill of her moans with the release of each one. When they were clear of her ass he rolled a fresh condom on and teased her forbidden entrance with his swollen end.

  “I’ve never done that, ever. Not sure I....” She protested, her tone more a plea for him to continue than a request to stop.

  “Tell me when it’s too much and I'll quit. Okay?” She nodded. “Can I? I mean, do ya want me to try this?”

  “Uh-huh.” Her tight asshole gripped his cock and squeezed down on it. Still, he slid further in.

  “I should stop. It feels too damned good, Rachel.” He slowly withdrew from her, his teeth gritted and his muscles pulled taught. It was all he could do to try hold onto his body’s need to scream out in bliss.

  “Baby, I’m not going to last long either. What are you doing to me?” She wiggled her booty at him. “Can I take the blindfold off
yet? I’m missing seeing your fit body.”

  “Take it off if ya want.” He hated how easily she turned him on, and loved it all at the same time. She only had to speak and his cock would twitch in response.

  He moved to her side and helped her out of blindness, kissing her on her neck before shifting back behind her to find new ways to please her and torture himself. First he kissed her left ass cheek, and then her right. Further up her back he went, gentle kiss by kiss. She tasted like honey and vanilla. He’d only have to throw in some whiskey and she would be medicinal. But there was no cure for what he had. Except her soft lips.

  “Hmm, I want to feel you come up my ass. Where’s that vibrator? Ram it inside me, Shaun, I want to find out if you can feel the buzzing delight, too.”

  “Got no boundaries, do ya?”

  “I have huge boundaries, but you make me feel safe. I want to be bold with you, and to try things without judgment. Maybe that’s because I know it’s just for one night?”

  This ain’t no one-night deal. Fate brought us together for a reason. He climbed up on the bed and knelt behind her before grabbing her long, red hair and pulling so she turned to face him. He leaned over and kissed her good and hard. He wasn’t going to fuck this woman. He was going to make love to her.

  He slid his hard shaft into her Never Land again. The tight space dragged on his cock and brought him closer to orgasm. Deeper and deeper he went until finally she’d taken him all in. The suction was fucking marvelous and made him groan over and over. Shaun had to please her fast or he’d be spilling cum in her ass before she’d found release. He reached between their bodies and under her legs to enter her pussy with the slim, flexible vibrator. A flick of a switch and a buzz emanated from between her thighs and up into her sex where it penetrated to his cock. She grabbed the source of vibration from Shaun and began rubbing it up and down. The pulsations went straight to his sensitive, hard cock and made him lose control. In and out. Fast and hard. He forgot everything else and focused on his need to explode inside her. She came first, wailing and bucking beneath him. Her little sex sounds of pure bliss made him lose it and he let it rip, blasting his cum inside the condom.

  She collapsed on the bed in a perfect spooning position. Exhausted and totally smitten, he curled around her.

  Someone knocked at the door. “Room service.”

  “Shit, I forgot. I ordered drinks and some dinner. I wanted to surprise you.”

  “I guess you surprised yourself, too, then.”

  “Uh-huh.” He whipped off the condom and slid into a pair of pants before racing to the door. “You covered?”

  She snuggled under the crisp white sheets. “Yes.”

  He opened the door to a uniformed waiter and a dinner trolley decked out with silverware galore. He had never seen such extravagance. His dinner usually consisted of a pint of Beamish and a packet of crisps.

  “Sweet Irish Kisses and salmon en croûte, as ordered. Will that be all, sir?”

  “Yes, that’s all.” Shaun rammed ten quid at the waiter who seemed particularly interested in Rachel in bed. He took the decadence filled trolley and shoved the perv out of the room.

  “Sweet Irish Kiss, eh?” She propped herself against the headboard.

  “It’s a cocktail. You like Baileys?” She smiled. “Then you’ll love this.”

  He passed her a tall glass artfully monogrammed with Castillo and filled with his favorite cocktail. She took a sip, then a gulp.

  “Yum. What’s in it?”

  Shaun smiled, watching her enjoy the drink like a cat that got the cream, and imagined Devlin patting him on the back for a job well done. “Baileys and Kahlua over ice, topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. And the posh places will always top with a sprig of mint. I prefer to use a splash of mint liquor instead, though. You’ll have to come on over to me bar sometime. I make a mean Irish Kiss.”

  “This is yummy. So, what’s for dinner? I’m starved. Salmon, was it?” She smiled, a film of creamy froth coating her delicious lips.

  “Coming right up, me lady.” He fussed over her, plumping pillows for her to lean against and placing a tray on her knee so she wouldn’t have to get out of bed. He even stretched to spoon feeding her when she allowed it. He spoiled her rotten. And every time she asked for something extra, he raced to fetch it. Salt, no problem. A little mayo? Easy! She didn’t have to lift a finger, except to hold her knife and fork from time to time, and he was thrilled to think she enjoyed it.

  Chapter Six

  Rachel stirred from her deep slumber and opened her eyes. Dark unfamiliarity surrounded her. She tried to sit and get her bearings, but she couldn’t move. Panic flooded her until she heard a soft moan from behind her. Then she remembered. She’d fallen asleep in Shaun’s arms. Her one-night stand still spooned her and held her tight like they were long time lovers.

  She craned her neck to admire his perfection. He wore a peaceful smile and nothing else. He moaned. God, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this safe in a man’s arms. Usually, this would be the time doubt settled in. She sighed and snuggled back into comfort. He stirred, wrapping around her tighter still, and kissed her neck.

  “Hmm I could get used to this.”

  “What?”

  “Waking up next to a beautiful woman.”

  He leaned forward and put his soft lips to hers. Gentle, loving. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she’d fallen in love with the guy. But that couldn't be. She knew nothing about him, and he could break her heart by leaving her for another. Uncertainty swirled in her mind, and she allowed herself to indulge in his loving embrace for only seconds longer before leaping out of bed.

  “Breakfast, I’m starving.”

  “Order whatever ya want on room service...oh, and get some coffee.”

  Rachel dialed down to the kitchen and ordered the continental breakfast for two with coffee. Now what? She didn’t want to snuggle anymore. In fact, she wanted to go home and forget that she’d hooked up with a complete stranger and had silly romantic feelings toward him. She wasn’t ready for this and had no idea what on earth had made her think otherwise. She glanced toward the bed; he’d fallen back to sleep. Thank God for that. I can grab a shower and get the heck out of here.

  Refreshed after a quick rinse down, she sneaked back into the room. But the rumpled bed sat empty. That put the stop to her quick and non-awkward escape. She clutched the damp towel hugging her body and scanned the room for Shaun. He sat at the table pouring milk into a cup of steaming brew.

  “Coffee, beautiful?”

  “Thanks. Milk, two sugars.” She got dressed in a flash—a simple boob tube, jeans, and flip flops—and collected her clothes that were scattered throughout the room before ramming them into her bag.

  “Here ya go.” Shaun smiled and passed her a cup. Uh-oh. She knew that smile. He wanted her to stay. Worse part was, she also wanted that.

  She took a couple of mouthfuls of coffee then set it down. “Gotta go. But thanks for a fantastic night, Shaun.” She kissed him on the head like a pet poodle before grabbing a croissant and her bag.

  “Drop by Bell’s for an Irish Kiss anytime. The best in England.”

  She didn’t register his words until she’d left him and the elevator began shifting downward. Floor by floor, the shaft took her toward the lobby. She had one thing on her mind, and one thing only. Should she run back up to Shaun, break the one-night rule she'd set for herself, and go for a second night? He obviously wanted to see her again, he’d made that pretty clear. But each time she gave herself the same answer. She wasn’t ready to give her heart over to some sexy Irishman who could be her soul mate, or not. She didn’t want to have to go through the crap and hurt her mother had. She didn’t have that kind of strength.

  Chapter Seven

  “It’s been a week, Shaun, snap out of it would ya?” Devlin punched him in the arm, a friendly, though hurtful gesture. He meant well. But Shaun didn’t want to give up on Rachel. Not
yet. He would find her, he knew it, felt it in his gut.

  “I could email the agency again?”

  “For God sakes, man, they can’t give ya her personal information. They’ve told ya that five times already, so they have.” Devlin threw his arms in the air in defeat and sauntered around the packed pub to collect empties.

  “Ay, I should move on.” Shaun mixed up a Black Russian and gave it to a punter before taking his money. He vaguely heard him say thank you. That’s what it had been like since his night with Rachel. He should have seen it coming. She seemed as if she had a lot of shit to get over. Like he didn’t? And now he had her to get over, too.

  He’d constantly walked in Daydream Land since Rachel, life passing him by, until he heard Devlin’s voice chat up a lass—he would know that distinctive cockney sass anywhere.

  “Rachel?” She stood in the open doorway of his pub, smiling sheepishly at him and wearing a bright green shirt decorated with some four leaf clover symbol and Irish style writing.

  “I’m here for an Irish Kiss. Is Shaun serving tonight? I hear he makes a wicked sweet one.” She spoke to Devlin, but her sight was locked on him.

  “Ay, lass, let me buy that for ya.”

  “You must be Devlin. He said you were a cheeky one.” She strode toward the bar, leaving his friend with a bar towel over his shoulder and a confused expression on his face. He shrugged. Shaun laughed a little then held his breath, clutching the bar for support. She headed straight for him. Nothing stopping her. Not the drunks or the tables. Until she slipped on a spilled drink and almost went tits over ass. Thankfully, the Black Russian drinker nearby caught her in time. She giggled and shrugged. She really needed someone to take care of her. Shaun hoped it would be him.

  “Rachel?” He beamed. “What’s with the shirt?” Smooth, Shaun, smooth.

  “Thought I’d coordinate with your pub. You like?” She stretched it out so he could read the words, but he already knew what it said.Kiss Me, I’m Irish. Only she’d crossed out the I’m and had written You’re in its place.

  “Who do ya want to kiss ya? Devlin? I’m sure he’ll oblige.” The bartender scurried over upon mention of his name and nodded like a crazed loony tune.