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she’d probably be much happier if she embraced a few of them. Momentarily threw caution to the wind. Frankly, Delaney wasn’t sure her nerves would hold up to a complete overthrow of her cautious character, but she was feeling particularly reckless today. And it had been thrilling, so very thrilling just to do whatever made her happy.
    Undoubtedly sex with Sam Martelli would make her happy.
    His splendidly proportioned body loomed into mental focus and a shivery melting sensation whirled behind her navel and radiated out until Delaney bit her lip in longing. That body combined with the skill and unquestionable talent she instinctively knew he possessed would be a sheer delight for the senses. An adventure of a lifetime.
    Delaney blew out a shaky breath as indecisiongnawed at her. She’d never been one to indulge in casual sex, had never had a one-night stand in her life. She’d always been so careful with whom she shared her heart and her body with, and had always considered casual sex as a misnomer. Could an act that intimate be casual? It had never been for her, and frankly, she’d never met a man who had inspired the overwhelming combination of lust and longing that would propel her toward that end.
    Until now.
    She’d known the moment those masculine feet had come into her line of vision that Sam Martelli was the kind of man who could inspire a cautious woman to be reckless. Her reaction to him had been instantaneous—she’d wanted him. Really wanted him. A wellspring of untapped longing and pure unadulterated primal need had been plumbed, releasing a geyser of sexual energy that had practically washed away any thought of inhibition.
    The motivation and the means had practically been handed to her on a silver platter. She was trapped for the night in a romantic loft with the unequivocally best-looking man she’d ever seen on the brink of her new life where men sucked and were ultimately forsaken. At least until she got her head on straight, until she could trust her own judgment.
    But who said she had to start right now, this very minute?
    After all, would there ever be a better time to indulge in a little out-of-character sensual behavior?Could she hope for a better partner or better circumstances? In the end, what did she have to lose? Sam Martelli didn’t have her heart therefore he couldn’t break it. That was liberating in and of itself. She paused, considering, let that semi-profound thought sink in and take root.
    Delaney’s heart began to race as the weight of her decision gained momentum. A tangled cord of anticipation and desire unreeled through her. She chewed the corner of her bottom lip and her gaze moved to the door where Sam had disappeared. She heard the sizzle of butter hitting a hot pan, could hear him puttering around the kitchen.
    In a few minutes, he’d come out of there, they’d eat dinner and then they would have the rest of the night to pass in some sort of activity. Delaney mentally shrugged and a tiny smile curled her lips. It might as well be the one they both wanted and would both enjoy.
    Besides, she had the distinct feeling that Sam Martelli would be much better for her self-esteem and general mental health than revenge therapy. Sex therapy with a man who looked cocked, locked and ready to rock would undoubtedly go a long way toward restoring her flagging confidence. Not to mention, just plain fun. What could possibly be better for her than one night in the dark with a man who looked like a sexual god, with no boundaries, no inhibitions—and most importantly—no regrets?
    Her lips slipped into another feline grin. Honestly, when she put it that way, it was a no-brainer. She’d been a good girl her entire life. She deserved a little chocolate-covered sex.

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    â€œW HAT WOULD YOU LIKE to drink?” Sam’s disembodied voice called from the kitchen. “I’ve got water, milk, soda and beer.”
    â€œUh…a