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  “And I’m Bambi,” she smiled broadly, and I swear her voice even took on this new, “bambi-like” quality.

  I stifled a laugh, twirling my hair.

  “Well, nice to meet you two. Listen, you’ve got to be careful in a place like this. You never know who you might meet.” He paused, glancing across the bar. “Shit, my buddy is calling me from over on the other side of the bar. We’re kind of having a...party.”

  “What are you celebrating?” I asked.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he winked, and started in the direction of his friend.

  Corbin might as well have had a warning sign on him that read: Do not touch: Magnetic. I reached my hand out and wrapped it around his forearm.

  For some reason, the lie that I was “Alexa” made me feel powerful. Like instead of being this man’s prey, I could transform into a predator.

  She Wolf by Shakira came on. An omen.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to hang around for one more drink?” I said, the words coming out a little throaty. My heart picked up its pace. Amanda shot me a subtle glance that gave me the impression she was wondering the same thing I was.

  Where was this bold, flirty side of me coming from?

  Corbin hesitated. “I would love to.”

  2

  Eva

  I’ve never told a lie.

  Okay-that’s probably an exaggeration.

  But I’ve never outright pretended to be someone I’m not. Until tonight--and I realized I could do whatever I wanted, and when I walked into work next Monday, there would be no consequences.

  “Why don’t I invite my brother to hang out with us?” Corbin suggested.

  “Is he as hot as you?” Amanda asked.

  “I don’t know Bambi, you tell me.”

  Corbin made a come-hither hand motion to a tall man standing several feet away. The man’s lean build and bulging arms might have even been bigger than Corbin’s. He had blonde hair and one pierced eyebrow. As he strode toward us, Amanda blushed. He stopped right in front of her, extending his hand. “I’m Casey. Who might you two lovely ladies be?”

  Smart. Corbin brought his brother as a wingman. Casey gave the impression that he might be a surfer one day and a Mafioso the next.

  We introduced ourselves and a few minutes later, Casey swooped Amanda away for a quick smoke. She didn’t protest, giving me a thumbs-up as they went.

  “Where are you from?” I asked him.

  “Southern California. You?”

  “Originally from Chicago. But San Diego’s been my home for years, since I went to San Diego State.”

  “Cool. You have brothers? Sisters?”

  I balked at that question, which I never really knew how to answer. My biological father had a plethora of kids, but I didn’t know most of them. And I didn’t like bringing up who my brother was--since once guys knew I was Jake Napleton’s sister--the best pitcher in the major leagues--they mostly started asking me a bunch of baseball questions.

  “I’m an only child,” I lied again. “You?”

  “One sister and one brother.” He took a long pull of his beer, and I wondered what he was thinking about behind those eyes.

  A man bumped into me, and I knocked forward, my chest landing in Corbin’s.

  It was like getting pushed into solid rock. Out of instinct, I placed my hand on his stomach, and my God did the man have abs you could wash clothes over.

  I lingered for a moment longer than I needed if I were just catching my balance.

  The song Gasolina played in the background, and I decided I’d keep up with my persona and have some fun tonight. Corbin’s huge hand rested on my hips, and when I looked up at him he brought his lips down to mine to try and kiss me.

  I dodged his advance, putting my finger over his lips.

  I was going to make him work for it.

  Spinning around, the music took me over. I ground my hips and ass into him, wiggling to the beat.

  “Holy fuck, Alexa,” he growled as he set his beer down and took me by the hips.

  “Let’s go,” he said, and led me out to the dance floor.

  Corbin was big but he could move.

  For the next hour, I did something I’d been needing for months. Maybe years.

  I let go.

  I didn’t dance like the responsible, hard working office student or office worker everyone knew me as.

  I danced like I was a whole different person. Because I was, in a way.

  I even saw Amanda’s jaw wide open as she and Casey watched us from the edge of the dance floor. I loved the way Corbin’s body felt rubbing up against mine. And, damn, I thought I felt something else below the belt, too.

  An hour of reggaeton later, we exited the dance floor and headed back to the bar to rest.

  “I can get this next round,” I offered.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it.”

  Corbin waved his hand and in a few seconds, we had two more Coronas in front of us.

  “Here you are Corbin,” the bartender said. “It’s just so nice to have you back.”

  I furrowed my brow, needing to get some answers. Everything Corbin said seemed so veiled, like he was hiding a big secret.

  “Have you back? Where have you been?” I asked Corbin as we clinked bottles.

  “Can I be honest with you?” he asked, and then took a swig of his beer.

  “Of course.”

  “I’m a very forward person. And,” he leaned his head down and pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You, Alexa, are fucking gorgeous. This is me being one hundred percent honest.”

  I swallowed, and thanked him silently for reminding me that I’d given myself a fake name tonight.

  I kept forgetting I was not Eva tonight.

  I also considered for a moment that he had dodged my question. But staring into his river-blue eyes, I didn’t really care who he was or where he’d been. The electrifying current running through me told me all I needed to know.

  A couple of hours later the music stopped, the club lights turned on and we headed outside. Amanda had danced the night away with Casey, and asked me if it was all right if she headed back to his place.

  It wasn’t Amanda or my usual move to go home with a guy after one night. Apparently, something was in the water tonight.

  Or in the Coronas, more likely.

  Corbin offered to take me back to the hotel room I’d rented--on his motorcycle. I got on behind him and gripped his muscled body, my arms wrapped around him as we flew against the warm night air.

  We pulled up in front of my hotel on his motorcycle. Corbin turned and smiled at me, his strong jawline visible in the shadow of the street lamp. "So, you mind if I come up for one more?" he baited.

  I pressed my hand to my heart, which thumped hard as I spoke the words. “Yes. I’d like that.”

  Inside the hotel room, I popped a mini bottle of vodka and coke and poured some into a couple of glasses as we sat on the bed.

  Corbin grinned and let his gaze linger on me, giving me the same deep stare that entranced me hours ago when we met. “Quite delicious.” He swirled the liquid at eye level a few feet from my face, shooting me a look.

  I scrunched my brow and took a sip. “Yeah, I agree it’s not bad.”

  Corbin put his hand on my neck like he did the first time he’d touched me in the bar. “I wasn’t talking about the wine. I was talking about you, Alexa. You look delicious.”

  Softly, he ran his lips over the nape of my neck. I leaned my head back as he worked slow kisses, threading my fingers through his thick hair.

  Holy shit.

  This was happening.

  Who was this happening to, Eva or Alexa?

  I didn’t know, but I liked it.

  He wrapped kisses in a U-shape down from my neck, close to my breasts, and back up the other side. My skin tingled, making me even more sensitive to his touch.

  For a moment, he pulled his lips back, away from me.

  “H
ow does that feel?” he murmured.

  “Good,” I smiled, almost shyly. “You’re good at that. Really good.”

  “Thanks,” he smiled. “And you…”

  He ran a hand along my bare arm as his eyes examined me from head to toe.

  “Me what?” I asked.

  “You...are fucking gorgeous.”

  “Oh,” I mewled, blood rushing to my face.

  “I’ve been thinking about doing this since the moment I saw you in the bar.” When he spoke, every word seemed deliberate and confident.

  “Doing what exactly?” I asked.

  “Better if I show you.”

  He pulled me gently to my feet before he pinned me against the wall. I breathed deeply as our chests pressed together, his lips devouring me. Reaching a hand under his shirt, my fingers ran over his rock hard abs.

  Seriously. Was this guy a professional fighter or something? No one’s abs should be that hard.

  As our bodies grinded together my dress rode up my legs, exposing my panties. I let out a slight moan as we made out for what seemed like hours, but could have been minutes.

  I felt his length gradually growing beneath his jeans.

  “Oh hello,” I said. “And wow.”

  “He says hello, too,” Corbin smiled.

  He brought his mouth to mine, parting my lips with his tongue. I let out a soft moan and dug my fingernails into his back through the cloth of his shirt. Corbin took off his shirt and I ran my hand over his abs. Through his pants, I could feel his length graze my leg. He let out a low growl.

  “Jesus you’re sexy,” he grinned as he gripped the bottom of my dress and rolled it up. I helped him slip it up over my head. He lifted me up by the hips with seemingly little effort.

  We made out for a few minutes like that before he set me on my back.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “Yes.”

  He devoured my lips again, and found my clit through my black thong, moving his finger in a gentle circle. Our foreheads touched and we gazed into each other’s eyes. Breaking eye contact, he began to work his mouth down my body. Starting at my neck, he slipped my bra off like an expert and kissed my breasts, down to my stomach, until he reached the lace of my thong. Corbin pulled at it with his teeth. I lifted my hips and he slipped it off.

  “How bad do you want this,” he teased in a low voice, and tossing the thong to the ground.

  “Shut up and go down on me,” I said, surprising even myself at how forceful the words sounded coming out.

  Softly, he worked his tongue along my inner thigh until he was inches from my clit.

  Slowly, tantalizingly, he brought his mouth to my other leg toward my calf.

  “Please Corbin. Just...stop teasing me,” I begged.

  I wanted him to touch me. Now.

  Finally his tongue reached my clit. I tingled with pleasure while he flicked it softly.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  The man definitely knows what he’s doing down there.

  His hands touched my chin and nodded forward to view him. He dipped the tip of his finger in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it as he worked me, my hips gyrating in sync with his strokes.

  Finally, Corbin released me from his grip and stood up next to the bed. I propped myself up on my elbow while he slipped his jeans and boxers off, revealing another tattoo around his midsection. From there my gaze drifted downward.

  “I know it’s big, thanks,” Corbin ran his hand over the tattoo on his stomach, speaking in a low voice. “When I decided I wanted tattoos, I wasn’t going to get some tiny little tat. Go big or go home, that’s always been my motto.”

  “Oh, right,” I say sarcastically. “Well it is big.”

  Because I was definitely thinking about how big your tattoo was and not the size of anything else.

  I stared at Corbin for one more beat. Following my gaze, he grabbed his length, stroking it as his eyes fell on me.

  “Alexa, are you ready for this?” he asked, smirking.

  “Who is Alexa?” I reflexively asked, and scrunched my face, confused. As soon as the words came out, I covered my mouth and my heart dropped to my knees.

  I remembered: Oh right. I’m Alexa.

  Corbin squinted at me. “I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me right now.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “And I kind of like it.”

  “Yeah I am! Did I almost have you?” I smiled, hoping Corbin wouldn’t notice anything was amiss.

  I was too deep into my fake persona to stop now.

  “Well, Alexa,” he said, emphasizing each syllable, “are you ready for this? Are you...shit. I don’t have any condoms.”

  I glanced between his legs at his length one more time. “I’m ready,” I hummed, nodding at him. “I’m on the pill.”

  “Okay.” He reached to a lock of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “Ready for what? Tell me you want my cock.”

  “I want you—inside me. Please,” I sat up further and ran my hand down his chest and abs and then gripped him between the legs.

  “Goddamn it sounds sexy when you say that.”

  He paused a little before he was about to enter me.

  “Please, now, Corbin,” I muttered. I couldn’t take any more teasing from him. I lay back on the bed, my legs spread, my pleasure totally at his mercy. As I breathed I took in Corbin’s gaze, his muscular tattooed body, and his whole essence as he eyed me from above, standing as I lay.

  “God damn you are sexy when you beg for it,” he growled.

  I wrapped my legs around him, tensing slightly and whimpering as he slid his tip inside me. His first thrusts were shallow.

  “Ohh baby. You’re so tight.”

  “It’s been a while,” I blurted out, and instantly wished I hadn’t.

  “Don’t worry, honey. The wait is over.”

  As cocky as he was, the damn man’s words sent waves of pleasure through me.

  Corbin pushed all the way in and I let out a loud moan.

  He started slow for a few minutes, as I adapted to having him inside of me. After a while, his thrusting quickened.

  I dug my fingers into his back, waves of pleasure surging through me.

  “You’re tense, baby,” Corbin whispered in my ear. “So tense. Fuck you feel good…”

  One more look into his eyes, and I finally found my rhythm. I let go of it all.

  The bad breakup.

  A stressful decade.

  All of my issues melted away.

  I wasn’t Eva Napleton anymore.

  Tonight, I was simply Alexa.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes!”

  Corbin gripped my hips with his strong hands, forcing himself deeper inside me. I clenched around him, arching my back and moving my hips to meet his thrusts. His body pumped away over mine, our sweaty skin making a slap slap slap sound as our bodies met.

  After a while he slowed and stopped, gazing into my sex-stare.

  “I want you to ride me, baby,” he growled.

  “Good. Because I want to ride you.”

  We rolled over and switched positions, without his cock ever leaving me.

  I leaned back and moaned as I took him at just the right angle.

  “Shit, you’re so fucking hot when you whimper like that,” he growled as he gripped my arm. I bounced slowly up and down on him, feeling his full length with every movement. I used his body for balance as I fucked him.

  “You’re about to come, aren’t you,” he growled as he wrapped his hand around my head and gripped my hair, pulling my face into his for a reckless kiss.

  I’d been on the brink for some time now, feeling seconds away. All I needed was a little gentle prodding and I would ripple over the edge. “Yes. I’m close,” I muttered.

  He slapped me on the ass as he pushed deeper inside me.

  “Oh God,” I groaned.

  “Come for me baby. Come all over me,” he grunted.

  I screamed as Corbin hit the spot again and again.

  Cle
nching around him, I shuddered as I finally let go of everything, reaching my release.

  Holy shit was I coming.

  This was a full body orgasm. My entire body shuddered as the tingles overtook me.

  “Holy fuck, baby,” he groaned loudly. I tightened around his thick length as he pulsed and twitched and came inside me.

  Our sweaty bodies remained frozen together for a few glorious moments. I collapsed on top of his hard chest, taking deep breaths. My quads burned. Finally Corbin opened his eyes, kissed me on the lips, and helped me ease off of him. I laid down on my back next him, my chest heaving.

  A bird tweeted in a tree outside, and I noticed that the sun was starting to come up. What time was it?

  I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at the microwave. Past five a.m.

  Holy shit.

  “That was amazing,” I said between breaths.

  “Yeah, it was,” Corbin agreed.

  I looked at Corbin’s gorgeous naked body in all its glory, standing there in the dawn sunlight. God smiled on this man’s genetics. If there was a build-a-man video game, he was what I would build. Ripped muscles. Dimples when he smiled. Eyes that sparkled under long eyelashes.

  I went to the bathroom to freshen up. This was amazing, sure, but what happened in Tijuana had to stay in Tijuana. He thought I was Alexa. And that was how tonight would end.

  As much as it pained me to say what I was about to say, I had to say it.

  When I came out from the bathroom, I looked him right in the eye and told him what was on my mind.

  “That was fun. And I think it’s time for you to go,” I told him as I picked up my undergarments from the floor.

  Corbin got up, and for the first time all night, he seemed genuinely surprised, not smirking like an arrogant lady-killer.

  “What did you just say?”

  “I said, Thanks. This was fun. And now it’s time for you to go.” I picked up my dress off the floor, looked down at Corbin’s clothes in a pile on the floor, and back up at him.

  “You’re kicking me out?” he protested, confirming my hypothesis.

  “You seem hurt, but let’s be honest. What are we really going to do here? Are you going to take me out to dinner tomorrow and pretend that you’re interested in what I’m saying so you can try to sleep with me again? Or maybe we could date for a few months before it ends? We had our fun. Tonight was fun. Let’s end on a high note.”