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"Ever watched a porno, Mace?"

I had to clear my throat and take a drink of my soda before I answered. "N-no."

He chuckled, disbelief clear on his face. "Not even for research?"

I frowned, though pleased he didn’t make a reference to my age instead. "No."

Annoyance filled me, but it felt better than the humiliation of still being so naïve at thirty-five. I write romance for a living, not erotica. So what if my characters were as innocent as me? I wanted to throw my soda into his knowing gaze.

"Well, my good little Catholic schoolgirl, it’s about time you did."

I snorted and rolled my eyes at his "little girl" reference. I was ten years, five months and eight days older than him—yes, I’d done the math. Maybe not as experienced, but definitely not a little girl. I simply couldn’t let the challenge in his voice go unanswered. He picked up the remote while I sat next to him and watched the action on the screen reverse at a fast pace. It was almost funny seeing it that way and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He started the regular play again and I watched in horrified fascination as two women began undressing each other. We didn’t speak, didn’t touch, we just sat there and sipped our drinks as scene after scene of people having sex played in front of us.

I wondered if he’d planned on masturbating until I interrupted him and glanced over at the front of his jeans. With the way he held his beer against his thigh I couldn’t really tell, but it didn’t look like he was even hard from watching the porn. I have to admit it excited me. Slickness formed between my thighs and I squeezed them together tightly. I can count my past lovers on one hand with a few fingers to spare. Most of the guys I’d dated were interested until they discovered I was a mom. After a while I just gave up and started writing out the romance I wished I could experience.

The soda did little to cool me off as the movie progressed and the positions became more outrageous. My heart sped up and I tried not to pant as two men settled a buxom blonde between them. The men were well built and I couldn’t help admiring the muscular ass of the one on top. I watched him flex as he drove in and out of the blonde, his balls slapping the guy beneath her. I’d never seen anything like it before and I was riveted. I licked my lips and set my empty soda can on the coffee table, never taking my eyes from the screen.

"You like this one?"

I jumped slightly at the feel of Max’s breath on my ear and turned to find him inches away from me. When had he moved closer? I had no clue, but his thigh now touched mine and the feel of denim against my bare skin felt almost too good.

"Um, yeah. It’s…interesting."

He laughed and set his beer down next to my soda. "Interesting? Have you ever tried it?"

It took a moment for me to understand the question.

"Uh, that? With two guys?" He nodded. "No! I-I mean, uh…no, I’ve never had the chance."

He laughed again and placed his hand on my leg where my shorts gave way to bare skin.

"I know having Haley might not have left a lot of private time, but…you’re not very experienced are you, Mace?"

Being a single mother definitely put a damper on my sex life, and in the couple of months my daughter had been away at college it hadn’t changed.

"Um, no, not really I guess."

"Hell, baby, you write romance for a living. Don’t your characters have sex?"

Frowning at his reference to my precious characters, I sat up straighter and pointed accusingly at the television.

"Not like that. I write historical romance and there’s more romance than sex in my stories. They’re sweet, not…steamy."

I was blushing again and it made me angry. I pushed his hand away and stood, fully intending to leave. Max grabbed my arm and pulled, making me lose my balance and land in his lap. I discovered I’d been wrong about him not being hard, and froze.

"I like sweet, though there’s definitely something to be said for steamy," he whispered in my ear.