Harlequin Blaze
ISBN: 978-0-373-79422-5
September2008

RISQUE BUSINESS excerpt

“Either prove good sex needs emotions…” he trailed off, his voice pure liquid heat, “or admit the greatest sex in the world is purely physical.”

“How?”

His stare said it all.

Delaney gasped. Sure, she’d imagined sex with him. What woman with a pulse wouldn’t? And he’d given her some hot looks that coming from any other guy—to any other gal—she’d have imagined meant he might be interested. But her? And the sexiest man alive?

“You expect me to sleep with you?” she whispered, more a statement than a question. Sure she’d already had sex with the man in her mind at least a dozen times since he’d walked on the set. But to actually have sex with him? She’d have to get naked. Really naked, as in he’d see the actual her beneath the makeup and gel bra. Hell, no.

“Can you think of any better way to prove your point?” he asked with a wicked laugh. The look on his face made it clear he was turned on by the concept. Delaney narrowed her eyes. It had to be a trick. Guys didn’t give her those long, sexy looks. Not unless they wanted something. Or, in Nick’s case, wanted to distract her. Or worse, make her look like a fool.

Her shoulders tightened.

“Please,” she said with a sniff. “I’m not having… how did you put it? Sexual relations with you just to win some stupid bet.”
“Don’t you want to learn firsthand my version of intimacy?”

“Just as much as you want to experience a committed, loving relationship,” she shot back, irritation working through her system.
“And you really believe that to have good sex, that emotional thing needs to be present?”

“I do. Passion is stronger than lust,” she insisted. With a wave of her hand, she gestured between the two of them. “How easy would it be to say, sure, let’s do it. We could walk through that door and rip each other’s clothes off. We could get hot, sweaty and wild. Screams of satisfaction would echo down the hallway.” She eyed the smug look on his face and arched her brow before adding, “Your screams.”

His grin was fast and appreciative.

Delaney’s breath hitched at the sight, but she didn’t let passion cloud her argument.

“But it wouldn’t matter. It’d only be a fleeting passion. Quick, pointless and once it was over, you’d walk away without another thought. That,” she pointed out, “is lust. Which would only prove my point.”

His eyes had darkened to a deep midnight blue, the hunger flaming clear and bright. From the intensity of his stare, he liked the image her words evoked.

Nick took a step forward, so close the heat of his body warmed her beaded nipples. Delaney lifted her chin, trying to hide the fact that she was not only turned on, but intimidated as hell.

“What if I promised you that if you unlock that door, the sex would be so good you’d forget all about the myth of love?”

Delaney gulped but didn’t back down. Not when her entire belief system was on the line.

“I might forget for the moment. Good sex has a way of doing that.” At least, she’d imagine it did. She’d never personally had sex good enough to make her forget Lady Chatterley’s Lover, let alone something as important as her feelings. “But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m saying that true intimacy is more than slam, bam, thank you ma’am.”

“And I’m saying if the slamming is done right, ma’am is the one doing the thanking.”

Delaney rolled her eyes.

“You’re playing with words,” she told him.

“Words are my specialty. They’re not all I’m good at, though,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Obviously,” she murmured, not about to argue his sexual prowess. After all, the guy got her hot and wet just standing there in all his male cockiness. If he actually put some moves on, she’d probably melt into a whimpering puddle.

“So…” he said, his words trailing off as he moved even closer. Heat radiated off his chest and an answering flame flickered low in her belly. “What do you say? A no strings fling. Hot, wild sex.”

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