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“Oh, honey, yes.” His deep, male groan echoed through the shower. “Yes.”

She brought his mouth crashing down on her and kissed him with all the need he’d ignited inside her body and soul. Never had she felt so feminine and powerful. She’d moved way past siren. She was the exotic cake girl, and this morning she was not about to run away.

Instinctively she quickened the pace of her strokes until he went rigid in her hand, raw pleasure etched across his face as he came hard and fast.

Lost in the feel of him, she’d taken a wild chance and trusted him not to make her feel anything less than incredibly sexy. And he hadn’t failed her. If anything, after this morning’s shower, Marianne wanted to redefine sexy to include all kinds of hot new ideas. The best part was they still had five weeks left to experiment.

One hand on the tile behind her, Nick tilted forward to kiss her, and she returned his kiss wholeheartedly, turned on all over again by his charged reaction to their shower escapade. With his lips still a breath away, he wrapped his other arm around her waist, and together they slid to the floor of the shower, a tangled mess of limbs and wet clothes and spent desire.

The steam formed a heated cloud around them and he grinned over at her. “Definitely going to be late for work.”





Chapter Twelve


“Develop a code to live by.”

—mantelligence.com

Nick scrubbed his face with both hands. After wedging enough feminine gear into the trunk to wardrobe all of New York City’s Fashion Week, he was more than ready to hit the road. “Marianne, please get in the car.”

“That’s a sports car.” She eyed him over the rim of her sunglasses.

“No, Marianne, it’s not just a sports car, it’s a 1969 Alfa Romeo.” Nick let go a sigh of frustration. She looked super-hot in those Hepburn-style Bans, but right now, super-hot was beside the point. Getting her ass in the car was the point.

“Do you know how much fuel that car uses? How many pollutants it disperses into the air?” She folded her arms across her chest in clear protest. “I can’t go anywhere in that car.”

He shrugged. “Well, then, you will be short one fiancé, because I am not driving out to the Hamptons in a freaking Prius.” The fact that she looked completely adorable in a knee-length skirt, white T-shirt, and tennis shoes did not change his bottom line.

“My Prius gets the best EPA-rated gas mileage of any hybrid—over fifty miles per—”

“But how fast can she rev from zero to ninety?” He slid an arm around her waist and tugged her close, enjoying the feel of her in his arms.#p#分页标题#e#

She looked up at him, serious and sincere. “Environmentally sustainable materials are of much greater value than acceleration capabilities.”

Nick smiled. His fiancée was a strictly by-the-speed-limit type of girl, a fact that only jacked up his seductive bent. Made him want to rock her world. He leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. “But how much fun is driving your Prius on the open road?”

Marianne swallowed hard and gave the sunglasses a quick stab with her index finger. “We had a deal.”

“Yes, we did. I agreed to play fiancé for your family all weekend.” Nick slammed the trunk shut, a clear indication that negotiations were over. “I did not agree to emasculate myself.”

With a nod to the Alfa Romeo, she said, “That car is not your manhood.”

“Maybe not, but it’s damn close.” He gave her a kiss hot enough to start his engine, and walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. “Please get in.”

As he guided her into the front seat, she made a small sound in the back of her throat that reminded him of other sweet, sexy sounds. Maybe he’d pull off along the side of the road somewhere and school her in the benefits of a hot, sexy car.

He climbed in next and pressed a button on the console. The sleek black roof rumbled up and folded into the back of the car

“Hells bells, it’s a convertible.”

Nick smiled at her prim curse and revved up the engine. “Not just any convertible, honey, a 1969 Alfa Romeo Duetto Spider. Best ragtop in town.”

“1969?” Marianne said, in an unexpectedly mischievous tone. “Think it’ll make it?”

“Honey, this baby’s got one hundred twelve horsepower, twin cam engine; it will not let you down.” He pulled away from the curb. “And if you’re really nice to me, I’ll let you have your way with me in the backseat later.”

She gave him a sidelong glance that promised all kinds of possibilities. “Keep driving.”