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thick glass magnified the size of hisbeautiful blue eyes.

For the thousandth time,Roxanne wished he’d ditch them. His baby blues rivaled JakeGyllenhaal’s.

“If you’re soskittish about online dating, why sign up? You’ve never had anissue meeting men.”

True. With her Coke-bottlesize-twelve curves, gregarious personality and confidence equivalentto a she-lion’s, Roxanne never had trouble meeting men. Justnot the right man. Silently cursing how well he knew her, Roxannepulled on her earlobe.

“Roxie…”Leo coaxed.

She wanted to squirm.Talking to a guy with a Mensa-certified I.Q. of one hundred andfifty-one about needing more variety in your sex life seemed sotrivial. “You don’t want to hear the boring details.”

“Try me,” hereplied, relaxing back into the booth.

Roxanne caught his gaze andheld it. “No judgments?”

“Have I ever judgedyou?”

Actually, no. Despite allthe tomfoolery she’d committed over the years, Leo had alwaysbeen tolerant.

“I’m hornierthan a private during Marine Week.” She sighed dramatically. “Ihaven’t had sex in—”

“Eight months, threedays and…” Leo glanced down at his watch. Roxanne hadgiven him the titanium timepiece for landing his first client severalyears ago. “Sixteen minutes and forty-five seconds.”

Roxanne wrinkled her nose tokeep from laughing. “You’re exaggerating the minutes andseconds.” Leaning forward, she pulled the sugar shaker towardher and fingered the rim. “I guess I’ve over shared onetoo many times.”

Leo inched his index fingertoward his thumb. “I’m this close to handing out ‘GetRoxanne Laid’ campaign buttons.” His perfectly timedhumor made Roxanne chuckle. “Jokes and horniness aside,”he continued, “I believe the ‘why’ is moreimportant than the ‘how long’.”

Damn he’s good!Roxanne sat back, wavering between confession and mule-headedsecrecy. She drummed her polished nails against the chrome tabletop,trying to buy herself some time. But Leo’sI-can-outlast-you-any-day look obliterated her game plan. “Mysex life is missing something.”

“Missing what?”

Roxanne glanced at theteen-pop crowd again. “Actually, my sex life is abysmal,”she muttered.

Leo’s eyebrows juttedabove the frames of his black spectacles. “How abysmal?”

“Black-hole, DeepImpact abysmal.”

Leo rubbed his hand over hismouth and regarded her with what looked like disbelief. “DeepImpact?” Roxanne nodded. “Well, I wasn’t expectingthat. Not from the poster girl for young, black and fabulously singlein the Windy City. Up until several months ago, you ran through menfaster than the NFL draft.”

Roxanne winced. She hadn’tbeen that free with the milk, had she? “You make me sound likea two-piece-chicken-and-biscuit whore.”

Leo chuckled. They’dcome up with the term in college to define all the co-eds who’dput out for the cheap two-dollar meal from Ray’s Bar-B-Que, apopular late-night hangout.

“You know I’vealways followed the motto, what’s good for the goose is goodfor the gander.” His voice dropped an octave. “So, let meget this straight. You stopped having sex because whoever was doingit to you wasn’t doing it for you?”

Roxanne smiled. Leo had sucha way of putting things. “All of them gave it their best. Ithink they were just too…” Roxanne paused, hunting forthe right word to describe her whitewashed sex life.

“Vanilla?”

Roxanne rapped her knucklesagainst the table and Leo’s eyebrows rose another inch. Anyhigher and they’d blend into his hairline. “Jessina saysI need a take-charge kind of guy. A macho man who’ll push me tothe edge, make me beg for it.”

During her sexualconfessional, Leo’s expression grew increasingly pensive. Asthe seconds of complete silence stretched between them, Roxanne’sinsides twisted. For someone who considered herself a sexual being,her lack of a decent sex life made her feel a little inadequate.

“If you’relooking for what I think you’re looking for, you’rewasting your time on a traditional dating website.” He slippedout of the booth and moved to her side, sliding in next to her. “Youneed to go directly to the source,” he continued, swiveling hislaptop around to face them.

With a few quick strokes anda click of the mouse, he pulled up a website with a black backgroundand deep red fonts. The site had the prerequisite smiling couple asits blissful mascot.

Instead of the innocenthugging pose, the man wore a half-mask and lay handcuffed to aplatform bed while his female companion stood over him with a braidedflogger.

“WhipADate.com?”she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from the computer screen.“Why have I never heard about this?”

“You’re vanilla,remember?” Leo maneuvered the cursor over the member profilelink and clicked enter.

“Oh my,” Roxannebreathed as a portal unlike any she’d ever seen unfolded on thescreen.

“What are those?Sexual fantasies?” she asked, pointing to a sidebar withscrolling text.

“Member testimonialsof fantasies fulfilled.”

Roxanne sat forward. Hereyes devoured a catalogue of member photos featuring full-frontalnudity, skin pinched with wooden clothespins, limbs entwined in ropeand chains, and mouths stretched with rubber balls.

“You’ve got tobe kidding me,” she murmured aloud and then shook her head. Itwas one thing to talk shit, quite another to walk the walk.

“Everything on thissite is real and hardcore. And you’d better be as well, or atleast serious about your intentions, because the membership has atendency to out those who are simply window shopping. If they do,you’re dead in the water and you’ll be using yourvibrator for another eight months.”

Roxanne stiffened. She andLeo discussed pretty much everything, but never the most intimatedetails of their sex lives.

“You’ve neverused a sex toy, have you?”

Groaning loudly, Roxanne satback. “It’s confirmed, Houston. I’m vanilla.”

Leo drummed his fingers onthe keyboard. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Do youthink you’ll be able to let someone else bend you to theirevery whim?”

She might not have asubmissive bone in her body, but for some reason the idea of beingcompliant to someone else’s every wish and command pulled atsomething deep inside her.

“You know, there’sa more sensible alternative.”

“There is?”Roxanne hated that she sounded so eager.

Leo nodded. “You couldstart out slow with someone you know. I think―”

“Only one problem,”she interjected. “I’ve never backtracked, and I’mnot dating anyone currently.”

Leoturned toward her and propped his arm on the back of the booth. Whenhis thigh brushed against hers, Roxanne didn’t think anythingof it. While in college, they’d often slept in the same bed.However, when Leo didn’t say anything…just sat therestaring at her…she started to fidget.

“I don’t wantyou to do this with anyone else, Roxie. I want to introduce you.”

Roxanne slapped his thigh.“Ha ha, good one!”

Thinking nothing else of hisproposal, she picked up her half-eaten red velvet cupcake and took abite. Too bad the dessert didn’t come with a dick. The mix ofchocolate