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Idiots. If they wanted something from you, they didn t work hard enough for it. Besides, I can
show you how to please a man.
You seemed more concerned with pleasing me last night.
The two things aren t independent. I showed you one thing that gives a man pleasure.
Submission. Total trust by his partner. But there are other things you can do, and I ll show them to
you if you ll let me.
The alarm in her head was still sounding, but somehow it had quieted a bit. Curiosity, she told
herself. That s all. She wasn t actually going to consider his proposition. Was she?
At her continued silence, he pressed on. Don t get me wrong. I m not immune to some
satisfaction, as well. I put in some work last night. I think I m entitled to a little return on my
investment, don t you?
Her alarm kicked up a notch. So this is about paying a debt owed? Compensating you for
services rendered?
This is about you and me and giving each other the best sex we ve ever had.
See. That s exactly it. If you re expecting great sex from me, it ll never work. I ll be anxious.
Feel pressured. You re deluding yourself if you think I can compete with the women you ve been
with, Rhys.
He raised a brow. And you re underestimating my ability to inspire you.
Okay. Her curiosity was definitely getting the better of her now. Melina forced herself not to
think of Rhys s special brand of inspiration. We barely know each other anymore
You know that s not true. Like you said, Melina, we re almost family. What we re doing this
weekend might not fit within the boundaries of our previous relationship, but once it s over, I want to
know you re going to be okay. I can help you. Why won t you let me?
Once it s over, he d said. Once he was gone, he meant. A wave of sadness washed over her. If
she understood him correctly, this was to be their swan song to whatever relationship they d been
clinging to. Sort of like his parting gift to her. Since it had been coming for a while, she tried not to
show how much the thought devastated her. Or swayed her.
As soon as the weekend was over, he d be leaving again. Who knew when she d see him next?
She d be a fool not to take what he was offering.
And then what? she forced herself to ask, even though she already knew the answer.
What were you going to do after you and Max were done with each other?
It seemed obscene somehow, the way he kept bringing Max into this. Which was silly, of
course. We were going to part friends. Go back to the way things always were. No expectations.
No embarrassment.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said, I can do that. Can you?
Given his cavalier attitude, what else could she say? Slowly, she nodded.
Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. Good.
He moved forward and she tensed, expecting him to reach out and kiss her. Anticipation
streaked through her, but all he did was turn, bend his knees slightly, and retrieve a familiar looking
bag from under the desk. He tossed it onto the bed next to her. Now get dressed.
She stared at the bag blankly. Now you want me to get dressed?
He smiled slightly. Yep.
Why?
He cocked an eyebrow at her. Because, my dear Melina, the next lesson involves something
the best magicians and lovers know how to work with a very subtle yet sure hand.
What s that? she whispered.
Unpredictability.
CHAPTER 6
Dalton s Magic Rule #7: Don t forget your magic wand.
As he turned Melina s car onto the freeway that would lead them north of Sacramento, Rhys had
to struggle not to show his amusement. Although she was valiantly trying to act nonchalant, he d
definitely thrown her off balance. And if he was reading her correctly, and Rhys had a definite talent
when it came to reading people, she was a bit disgruntled that she was fully clothed going who knows
where instead of enjoying more time in his arms and in his bed.
Which was exactly the response he d been hoping for.
He hadn t been lying when he d told her that unpredictability was key to good magic and good
sex. It was also the key to getting Melina to lower her guard and stop those gigantic wheels in her
mind from trying to analyze everything to death. God knew, if he was going to participate in her
ridiculous sex experiment, he was going to enjoy every second of their time together.
He wanted the same for her. He wanted her relaxed and with her guard down, enjoying their
time together instead of focusing on things like technique and statistics each orgasm used as a
marker of sexual prowess.
He almost snorted.
She actually thought she sucked in bed because he hadn t allowed himself release when the truth
was he d found more sexual pleasure giving her an orgasm and having her sleep in his arms than he
had in a long time. When she d settled sleepily into his arms in pure exhaustion, he hadn t been
willing to go for the fast finish or self-induced hand job because he d wanted more with her. More
kissing. More touching. More.
And now he d have the opportunity, but only because she d gotten it into her head that she
needed tutoring. Ridiculous, but he wasn t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not this time.
She cleared her throat. So, where are we going? she asked, as if he hadn t already refused to
answer her the four other times she d asked.
He turned to look at her with a carefree grin. That wouldn t exactly keep the mystery going
now, would it?
She pouted so adorably that he barely stopped himself from grabbing her chin and pulling her
down for a kiss. It didn t take a genius to figure out that his ladybug instinctively resisted anything
that she couldn t control. He obviously needed to steer her mind to safer ground.
How re your parents, by the way?
The question wiped the pout off her mouth, and she sat back. They re good. They re in China
now, checking out the Great Wall.
We were there a couple of years ago. It was an amazing trip. They ve been traveling for the
last couple of years now, right? And things are still good between them?
Sure, why wouldn t they be?
He though of all the fights his parents had gotten into while on the road, just another thing he d
had to learn to adjust to. It s a miracle that my parents marriage survived their touring. Sometimes
I think they brought us along with them as a buffer just to keep their marriage intact.
She shifted slightly in her seat, turning closer toward him instead of continuing to hug the door.
But your parents seem so compatible. I don t think I ve ever seen them fight.
He couldn t help his smirk. Yes, but you only saw them at home. They re completely different
on the road. You ever see that show The Amazing Race?
Sure. I love it actually. You re not saying&
All those pairs trying to navigate around foreign countries under intense pressure doesn t
exactly bring out the best in them, right? Well, let s just say my mom shows a whole different side of
herself when she s tired or hungry. And my dad seems to lose his ability to read her when he s
distracted and on the road.
Was that hard for you? That they fought a lot?
It had been, at one time. Until he d realized it was just part of his parents process. They fought
on the road, and probably made up just as fiercely. Once he d realized their love was solid enough to
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