Never even faked it. Ever. It was so, so personal. She was sure she was probably blushing right now as Brendan watched her, first with that kind of cool competence and then with surprise as she made her intention to go clear. “I, ah, I just have to go,” she stammered. “I shouldn’t have come in here.” “But you did.” She tied her top firmly back into place. She supposed she should be wandering around the room right about now, looking for breaks in the wallpaper or paintings that might have something behind them. But she couldn’t. All she wanted to do was get out of there. “Can’t we spend a little more time together?” He laid his hand lightly on her thigh, over her dress even. But she shivered. “Are you sure you want to go? As nice as that was, it could be nicer.” She glanced down at his blatant erection. “For both of us, I suppose you mean.” Brendan laughed. “Ah, yeah.” She wondered what it would be like to slip that hard penis of his inside her. Why shouldn’t she?
