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Sky diving? Stacy Oppenheimer, classic introvert, might have given a male model some killer head, but jumping out of an airplane was out of the question.

“It’s a hobby of mine. I’d like to take you.”

Stacy shook her head. “So not happening, Michael.”

“I’m a qualified instructor.”

“Don’t care.”

“All I need to do is call my friend Oliver who owns the plane and equipment. He’ll take us up today.”

“What if he’s already booked?”

“He’s not.”

“Right. How do you know?”

He winked. “I already booked him for today.”

“God.” Stacy rolled her eyes. “So you were planning to skip out of the conference today anyway.”

“Yes, I was. Still am. Having you accompany me will make it all the better.”

“Well, you have a jolly time. I’ll just be here, attending workshops. On the ground.”

“Oh, come on, Stace. Live a little.”

Live a little? She’d spent the night making love to a cover model. She’d had two orgasms, a first for her. Hadn’t she done enough living? For this week, anyway?

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“But I want to spend the day with you.”

“Then stay here at the conference. That’s where I’ll be.”

“I’ll make it worth your while…” His tone was teasing.

How could he possibly give her more than he already had? “Just exactly how do you plan to do that?”

“Well…” He stalked toward her, loosened her towel, and let it drop to the floor. “I could lavish these remarkable breasts with some more attention.” He cupped them and circled his thumbs over her nipples. “Or I could lick that sweet pussy of yours for a couple of hours. That would be a true pleasure for you and for me.”

“Michael, you’re an incredible lover.” At least he was as far as she knew in her limited experience. “But I’ll be honest with you. Skydiving scares the shit out of me.”

He smirked. “Are you a woman or an amoeba?”

Though embarrassment flooded her that he’d remembered that stupid line, she couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re throwing that back at me?”

He joined in her laughter. “It seemed to fit.”

She shook her head. “Michael, I don’t understand you.”

“What’s not to understand? I just spent the night with a beautiful lady. I’d like to spend the day with her too.”

Could this be more than a one night stand? A two night stand maybe? Or at least a night and a day stand? “But sky diving?”

“Tell you what”—he kissed her ear—“I will personally guarantee your safety. I want to make sure you get back in one piece to all those who care about you.”

Stacy snorted. Who? No one cared about her. “There’s no one to get back to, Michael. You know I’m divorced and I never had kids. Both my parents are dead, and I don’t have any brothers and sisters.”


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