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head. “You're not the type to
cheat. I think you'd say fuck it and walk away.”
    Since he was right, she didn't comment.
“Children?”
    “ Not yet.”
    “ I'm here for two more days.
What do you think you can show me that I haven't already
seen?”
    His eyes darkened as they stripped her
naked.
    Exposed, she battled the panic rising inside
her. It wasn't fear that he'd hurt her physically, she wouldn't
have accepted his dinner invite if she'd picked up those vibes. It
was his uncanny ability to pinpoint her needs that rattled her. Her
week had been hellacious and for numerous reasons, many she’d
blocked from her mind, she didn’t want to be in charge. Tonight,
she needed a strong, assertive man. Someone confident in himself to
chart their course and give her what she desired. So far he'd hit
the ball, the only thing left was to reach the bases.
    “ Veronique.” His voice
deepened. Her thighs clenched. “I'm not sure if two days between
your legs, tasting and pounding your pussy, will satisfy your
hunger for this cock I plan to give you tonight, but it'll be a
start.”

Chapter 2
     
    Veronique beamed, loving his confidence. Her
wet panties applauded his balls and waited to be tossed aside for
the main event. Although many bragged, few had conquered or
accomplished what he’d claimed. He got ten points for being bold
enough to tell her his plans within the first hour of their
meeting. For the first time in a long while, she was interested in
the man behind the big dick. Normally, faces and pedigrees blended
into a bland pool of vanilla, leaving her disinterested
afterwards.
    Frank seemed different. Confident and cocky,
her favorite combinations, if he delivered. She wanted to know more
before she allowed him to prove himself between the sheets.
    First off, his age. She couldn’t tell.
Stabbing her chicken, she glanced at him. “Which Luther Vandross
song is your favorite?”
    Frowning, he answered right
away, “Never Too Much.” His features relaxed. “Yours?”
    “ House Is Not A
Home.” The man was quick. “What about Al
Greene?”
    “ Still In Love With
You. You like Al Greene?”
    Her brow rose. She didn’t really care for
the man’s music, Barry was her icon, but Frank shouldn’t question
her taste, not yet anyway. “Yeah, I like Al Greene. What’s wrong
with him?”
    He shook his head and bit into the steak.
Her eyes tracked the movement. Who knew watching a man chew a piece
of meat could be so sexy?
    He grinned and took a sip of water.
“Sometimes women take it personally when celebrities do things they
feel are immoral. I understand his woman caught him cheating and
clocked his ass.”
    Cheating was a taboo subject for her. It
never came up, especially with a potential fling. After her
husband’s fiasco, she refused to allow anyone close enough to her
heart, so infidelity was a non-issue.
    “ Was she wrong?” Damn what
was the matter with her? She needed to stop this line of
questioning. Why give him a path to lie. Most men cheated, although
they had all types of excuses and names for it. As an attorney,
she’d heard them all.
    He shrugged. “I don’t know the circumstances
so I can’t say. You can’t believe what you read in the papers these
days.”
    “ True, but what if she’d
caught him cheating? Would she have been wrong?” Since he didn’t
offer his opinion, like so many others had, she simply had to know where he
stood. Odd, but true.
    He took a moment, searching her face as
though he could read more into her question.
    Her face burned at the inappropriate dinner
discussion, but she refused to look away.
    “ If they were in a
monogamous relationship, I mean if both of them agreed to that,
then she had every right to be mad enough to kick his ass. However,
I don’t think she had the right to hit or burn him. Just as I don’t
think he had the right to hit her or do anything to cause her
physical discomfort.”
    “ Obviously, you’ve never
caught anyone you love,