Jared said, "Where are you going? I'm trying to tell you how I feel."
"I don't care." She jerked back as he stepped in front of her, blocking the bedroom door.
He was big, imposing. Naked.
"You're not going anywhere until you hear what I have to say."
"I do not want to hear you describe to me what a great one-night stand I was. Thanks, but no thanks." She'd crawl between his legs to get out if she had to.
Astonishment crossed his face. "Is that what you think I'm going to say?"
Brushing tears away, she struggled for composure. If he sent her bawling, she'd never forgive him. "Well, you just told me I don't qualify as a fling, so I guess that makes me a one-night stand."
His jaw snapped shut. He reached for her. Candy sidestepped away from his touch.
"Oh, babe. That's not what I meant. I meant you're more than a fling. You're important to me. You're my future. I… I think I could fall in love with you."
Good gravy. Why didn't he just say so in the first place?
Candy said, "Oh."
Followed by a sniffly, "Really? Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I want us to be together if that's what you want."
This time when he reached for her, she let him wrap his arms around her and squeeze. She laid her head on his chest and sighed. "That's what I want, because I think I could fall in love with you too."
"I've never cared about a woman the way I care about you. I'll try not to screw this up, Candy."
She looked up into his sincere dark eyes. "I don't think we'll screw this up. We'll just take it slow."
"And if there's ever a problem, we can always go back for more online intimacy counseling." She gave him a grin.
Jared had a vision of Candy spread across the desk in his home office, while he counseled her intimately. He dropped back and tugged her hand.
"I think we should go do it now. Proactive counseling, before there's a problem." All it took was a little yank with one finger and her sheet plunged to the carpet.
"Oh, you think so?"
"I do." He nodded down the hall. "The computer's right this way. It will help us to get to know each other really well."
There were still a few spots on her he hadn't explored with his tongue.
Candy smiled, that full, open-mouth smile that he loved so much. "I want to know everything about you. We only got to question eleven before."
He tried to look sincere. "Babe, you can ask me anything, or touch anything that you'd like."
She laughed. "How generous of you."
He had her moving down the hall with him. Almost there. "I hope you weren't planning on going to bed early tonight."
"No. Why?"
He paused in the doorway of his home office, glad he had furnished it with a wide couch. "Because we're not leaving this room until all the questions have been answered to my satisfaction."
Her eyes went wide with lust. "If I answer the questions slowly and thoroughly, will you give me a certificate of completion when we're done?"
He'd give her more than that.
As he leaned forward to kiss her, he said, "Oh, yeah. Signed and notarized."
A sassy grin crossed her face as she put her fingers on his lips to stop him from kissing her. "Do I have to do all the videos and romance tips too?"
He pictured Candy covered in chocolate sauce while he licked it off her inner thighs. "I insist that you do all the extras, yes."
She dropped her fingers down to his leg and licked his lower lip. "So what are we waiting for?"
Hell if he knew.
Jared scooped her up again while she shrieked in surprise. His arms full of warm and willing woman, he kicked open the door to his office and moved inside.
Now he was going to show her that sex, love, and romance were best when done all at the same time.
Naked.
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Chapter One
"I've been hacked!" Halley Connors stared at her computer screen in shock. She prayed she was having some sort of hallucinogenic episode brought on by lack of sex, or from the dangerously high level of caffeine in her bloodstream.
Normally the picture on her website showed her wielding a tray of hors d'oeuvres for her catering business. Today the tray was gone. So was her dress.
"What?" Her assistant, Nora, came up behind her.
Halley couldn't answer. She was sick. No, this picture was sick. She hadn't been this grossed out since walking in on her parents horizontal on the kitchen table when she was sixteen.
"You're naked!" Nora exclaimed.
Very. And that body wasn't even hers. She'd never seen those breasts in her life.
And what was that blob between her legs? She peered closer. It was a cherub with wings, leaning forward and… "Eew! That's disgusting!"
"That's Cupid," Nora said in awe.
"Ohmigod, call Evan." Halley grimaced at the screen and hoped like hell Evan, her webmaster and best friend, would know how to fix this. "We've got to get this off."
Nora hustled off to her desk and started dialing while Halley's shock was replaced by fear. This could ruin her business, send it straight into the catering toilet where many a good company had landed due to the occasional cockroach or salmonella outbreak. Those were inherent risks in the business and well understood.
But this was unfathomable. She was naked with a perverted cherub between her legs. Even one day of an image like this on her website could have disastrous effects on her bottom line. It had to go, and pronto.
"Evan's not answering."
Halley groaned, a mental image running through her head of one of her conservative clients like Mrs. Brockmorten catching a glimpse of this debauchery. A sweat broke out.
"Who else can we call?"
"We have a couple of backup firms we could call, but do you have the passwords to allow access to your site?"
"Passwords?" Was that something she was supposed to know? "Uh… Evan takes care of all that stuff."
And she had been spending as little time as possible with Evan for months, having come to the shocking realization that she wanted his body. Best friends weren't supposed to lust after each other, and he would probably laugh hysterically or blanch in horror if she told him, so she had taken the easy way out.
Total avoidance.
Her naked image grinned at her. She looked really happy with that Cupid down there. She shuddered. Geez, she was going to have to find Evan. Without her knowing the passwords, he was the only one who could restore her catering dignity. Not to mention her clothes.
With that lowering thought, she flipped off her computer with a trembling hand and headed for the door. "If anyone calls about this, explain we've been the victim of a hacker."
"Okay." Nora looked at her wide-eyed, her red hair tumbling around her face. "Where are you going?"
"To Evan's. He's probably sleeping and not answering his phone." Since Evan had starting doing consulting and web de-sign work, he had taken to working in the evenings and sleeping until noon or so.
Which meant he would be sleepy, adorable, and pissed off at her for waking him up. Which was good. If she was fending off angry barbs, she wouldn't be thinking about how perverted she was to be wanting to see him naked.
The mere thought of him without clothes set her nipples standing on end in a double-gun salute. Crossing her arms over her chest, she frowned in annoyance. It should be illegal to react like that when thinking about someone you had known for years, who trusted you not to act like a girl and get delusions of relationship grandeur.
Forcing her mind off Evan and her nipples' reaction to him, she left the office wondering who could have done this to her. She was a really nice person, dammit. She treated her employees well, never succumbed to road rage, and gave mittens to the homeless shelter. It wouldn't qualify her for a halo, but she didn't think she was doing too badly.
Halley didn't see how someone could be so deliberately cruel, and by the time she found herself pounding on Evan's door ten minutes later, she was on the verge of noisy tears. All her years of hard work in the catering business could disappear faster than it took Cupid to shoot his arrow.