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then locked the door behind him. “The computer’s set up in the den. So we’ll
work in there.” There was no way in hell they were going upstairs to her home
office.
    As she led the way into the den, Roxanne found herself
overwhelmed by his presence. It seemed to blanket and overshadows everything in
the room, including her. Before she fell flat on her back and did something
she’d regret, Roxanne hurried over to the sofa and sank down. She tried to
slide over to give him some space but he sat on her skirt, trapping her. For
the first time since she’d bought the winter-white maxi skirt, Roxanne
regretted the purchase.
    “I came up with the perfect user name for you.”
    “Oh really,” she said, tugging on the flowing cashmere.
    “I think you should use WantTheBIGOne .”
    Roxanne didn’t care if she resembled a deer in headlights.
His recommendation was disturbing on so many levels.
    Scooting forward, Leo pulled the laptop toward them. His leg
settled firmly against hers and Roxanne wondered why she had never noticed his
perfect muscle tone.
    “Like it?” he asked.
    She more than liked it. Couldn’t he see her hands were
shaking? Any harder and she’d spill her drink. Just in case, Roxanne set her
glass down on the table. When she sat back, he rested his hand on her knee.
    “You hate it, don’t you?”
    “Hate?” she squeaked, as visions of her grabbing his hand
and thrusting it between her legs danced before her eyes. “Hate…hate is a harsh
term. Is there any particular meaning to the name?”
    “I’m helping you kill two birds with one stone. You want
great orgasms, of course. What’s the point of sex without them? And most women
like men who are well endowed.”
    Imagining Leo giving her the big one , in more ways
than one, Roxanne licked her lips. “ WantTheBIGOne is perfect,” she said
as if through a fog.
    Was that a smirk on his face?
    While Leo turned back to the computer, Roxanne found she
couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Fascinated, she noticed the way his
muscles rolled under his shirt with every keystroke, and how his curls kissed
the nape of his neck whenever he leaned forward to peer at the screen.
    With each passing second, the temperature in the room seemed
to bump up a notch, which was impossible of course. It was almost Thanksgiving
and close to fifty degrees outside. And Roxanne never turned on the heat until
mid-December. Once again, she tried to put some distance between her and the
source of the heat, but still found herself pinned.
    “Now the fun stuff.” Leo sat back some so Roxanne could see
the screen. His arm bumped hers and a jolt of electricity ran from the tips of
her fingers to her collarbone. She swiftly sat upright and rubbed her chest in
an attempt to dispel her reaction.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yes,” Roxanne gushed. “Just having a spasm.” When a frown
wrinkled his brow, she rushed forward with an explanation. “Long day, on four-inch
heels no less.”
    Leo shook his head. “I would tell you to shuck those torture
machines but you look so damn sexy in them. I read somewhere that women call
them fuck-me boots.”
    Before she went up in a puff of smoke, Roxanne averted her
gaze to the computer screen. “S-so what’s the fun stuff?” she stuttered. His
use of “fuck” and “sexy” all in the same breath had her wetting her panties.
    “We need to go through what you’re interested in.”
    Roxanne breathed a sigh of relief. They were back on neutral
ground. “That’s easy. I like shopping in thrift stores, traveling, playing
charades, cocktails with intimate conversation and watching old black-and-white
movies.”
    A smile curled Leo’s lips, drawing Roxanne’s rapt attention. Can you add that I also like your lips? “Those are hobbies, and I’ve
already entered them. We need to go through your sexual interests.”
    “My sexual interests?” Confused, it was Roxanne’s turn to
frown. “I like men.”
    “That’s good to hear,