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the brownstone she’d lived in for years. Hard as she’d tried to turn a profit, her little corner bar simply hadn’t been able to compete with all the new, hip establishments that kept opening up on the block. She’d poured every dime she had into the Diamond, until she was totally and completely broke, unable to pay the phone bill, let alone her rent.
    But she forcibly shoved all the ugly thoughts out of her head. At the moment, she didn’t want any of her troubles tainting what was about to happen.
    So she left the light off, smiled at the big sexy man in front of her, and squashed any notions of time-consuming pre-sex pleasantries by reaching for the hem of her tank top.
    She pulled the material over her head and bared her breasts.
    “Are those real?” Riley rasped, his voice thick with desire.
    “Come here and find out.”
    He took two steps forward and cupped each full mound. Flicked his thumbs over her nipples, and then dragged his hands along the underside of each breast. “Real,” he remarked. “Rare, in this day and age.”
    She almost purred as he fondled her breasts, his big calloused hands scraping over her sensitized skin. Damn, she’d wanted this for so long. Envisioned it. Fantasized about it late at night while fingering herself. She’d been with other men, of course, but none of them even compared to this ruggedly gorgeous one who practically triggered an orgasm with one sinful stare. Riley was all man, rough edges and all.
    “Why did we wait two years to do this?” he muttered as he stroked her breasts. “You actually thought I’d turn you down?”
    “I wasn’t sure I was slutty enough for you,” she replied dryly. “I’ve seen the girls you leave my bar with.”
    “You’re right. You’re nothing like the women I usually go home with.”
    “Because my tits are real?”
    “Because you make me laugh.” He shrugged, still palming her breasts. “Because some of the most meaningful conversations I’ve had in my entire life have been with you. I didn’t want sex to ruin our friendship. If I were the commitment kind of guy, I would’ve asked you out on a date.”
    “I don’t want a date. I want to fuck you.”
    She heard his sharp intake of breath and grinned.
    She stepped back, her chest feeling cold without Riley’s hands fondling it. Reaching for the button of her jeans, she raised her eyebrows. “So, what do you do with a girl you don’t date? You’ve just walked into her apartment, you’re hot and horny and staring at her half-naked body, and what do you do?”
    “You really want to know?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Well, I’d tell her to unzip my pants and suck my dick.”
    An ache pulsed between her legs. Oh yes. She knew he’d be like this. Dirty. Demanding. Bold.
    “But since it’s you,” he said gruffly, “I’ll ask instead. Do you want to suck my dick, Sam?”
    Without bothering to answer that no-brainer, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the denim material down her legs. His eyes widened again. She wasn’t wearing panties either, and the appreciation on his face told her going commando had been a very good decision.
    With her jeans on the parquet floor at her feet, she was now naked. Naked and hot and wetter than she’d ever been in her entire twenty-six years. She sauntered up to him, bunched the bottom of his T-shirt in her hands and peeled the shirt off his rock-hard chest.
    She pressed her mouth to his bare chest and kissed it. He smelled like soap and spice. Her tongue darted out and licked a flat brown nipple. He tasted like one hundred percent man.
    God, this was fun. She’d fantasized about this so many times, it was almost surreal to finally experience it.
    She rubbed herself against him, licking his chest, kissing it, sucking on his nipples. Then she brushed her tongue down his body and sank to her knees. With deft fingers, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his toned legs, then tugged at his black boxer briefs. He kicked the pants and