Exposed by S Anders Page B

always been looking for "that one." He would only date and kiss a woman, never going further unless his intentions were more serious. If he wasn't thinking with his erection he'd have decided the same thing today. Nia deserved better than a fling. He deserved better. He wasn't thrown off enough by all of it to give up on marriage as a whole. He still wanted it.
    That surprised him, and he grunted and sat upright, swinging his feet to the floor. He looked around the darkness of the room. No, he didn't want to be alone. He could learn from his mistakes ... make the next time better, he thought.
    "Yeah, the goal is to find the right one," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
    Yet he'd meant what he told Nia earlier, and he was still surprised he'd been so honest and forthright about it. Where did that come from? He had suspicions it was Nia, drawing it out of him. Still, he didn't want plain marriage sex any longer. He wanted passion and adventure in the bedroom, and he wanted it to last.
    "It started out with Sadie like that, though," he muttered. They couldn't keep their hands off each other before he'd asked her to marry him. Although he had to admit it was pretty straight sex ... no deviations. If he cataloged back, before she stopped giving him any sex, he could probably add up the positions they'd tried on two fingers. He'd wondered in the last over-a-year he'd been denied sex from her if that was his fault.
    Maybe he hadn't tried hard enough to switch it up and she'd gotten bored. "That is not happening again," he vowed.
    Now the woman he was more than a little interested in had just declared that she’d never had an orgasm with a man. Talk about making a guy nervous. However, when she was in his arms, no way did she feel stifled in anyway. She felt passionate and open. He couldn't forget her wanting those magazines.
    "Jack?"
    Jack felt his heart skip a beat as his chest muscles twitched, but otherwise he kept his surprise reaction under control.
    "You okay?" he asked the air in front of him, turning his head to try to pick her out of the darkness. He finally saw her by the pass-through dining room entrance. She was like a ghostly image and he thought whatever she was wearing picked up light from the street.
    "I don't know," she admitted.
    He was wearing his boxers, and he wasn’t certain they should be having a conversation in their nightclothes, and he'd just gotten it all straightened in his head. What he'd gotten straight meant they shouldn't be in the dark, barely dressed.
    Still, he found himself saying, "Come here."
    She moved like a spirit and he picked out the sexy night attire she'd had on the other morning. He nearly groaned. But then her voice stalled him. "Are you going back to her, Jack?"
    He never said anything as fast: " No way."
    Nia made a strangled sound, and he just knew to open his arms and catch her as she flung into his embrace. All the reasonable things he'd been thinking previously fled his mind as he felt her settle into him with just the kiss of silk between them. He thought he felt tears on the crook of his neck where she pressed her face.
    "Nia," he groaned, and she settled into his lap and onto his instantly hard erection. His hands found the best places to settle, curled around her slender waist, as his arms wrapped around her back and he squeezed.
    "She came to seduce you ... and I thought ..." Nia muttered against his collarbone. His chest was bare and he could feel the prod of her nipples.
    He tried to think. "Came for money," he uttered, barely able to form the words.
    His mouth found the top of her bare shoulder and he began kissing it. He felt her shiver and the response arrowed into his groin. She felt so good against him, like the fit had been waiting a lifetime.
    Her lips began kissing the side of his neck up to his jaw, and he lifted his head, turning it until their lips sealed together. The kiss wasn't awkward—now their lips knew each other, and his tongue swept inside