Page 22 of Temptation In Lingerie (Bare Naked Designs 2)

“Thanks, Amie.”

“How is your brother, Carrie? I haven’t seen him since high school.” Janet seemed to trail

off, her eyes focusing on a spot on the ceiling as if remembering the good ol’ days.

“He’s good. He’s teaching at our high school and living with his girlfriend which made Aleks homeless. So now he’s living at my parents until he gets his own place.”

“Aleks Turko?”

“Yeah. You remember Aleks, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes. No girl ever forgets Aleks Turko.”

What does that mean?

“He’s one hot piece of man,” Amie piped up from the doorway.

“A hot and talented man,” Janet added.

“Talented?” What was Janet talking about?

“Don’t be naive, Carrie. You had to have heard something over the years about Aleks and your brother and their reputation with women.”

“Yeah, but it was always gossip.” Until Martina confessed. That was the only reliable source.

She’d heard the rumors, that Aleks had a dominant side, that he and her brother used to share women. Not really something you can discuss at the dinner table.

“Let me give you a firsthand account. With the exception of my husband-to-be, because love makes sex better and all that crap, Aleks Turko is the best lay I’ve ever had.”

Carrie’s eyes widened. She hadn’t known Janet had been with Aleks. It shouldn’t matter.

Amie walked closer and sat on the black fainting couch, her expression of excited interest replaced by one of guilt when she looked at Carrie. It wasn’t a surprise that Amie desperately wanted to know the details about Aleks–sex and gossip were her two favorite things–but as a friend, she recognized that learning the details of Aleks’s former conquest might not be something Carrie wanted to be a part of.

“I’m supposed to say a lady never tells, but he was too good not to spread the word.” Carrie concentrated on threading the needle through the lace while Janet continued to talk. “I never would have pegged myself as the submissive type, but he took my body in ways

I could only imagine. And he took without apology, without emotion. And when I say talented, I mean he is a master of more than one point of entry.”

Carrie’s jaw dropped, but no sound escaped.

“He was all business and it was hot, raunchy, sweaty, it was a...”

“A throw down?” Carrie couldn’t believe Amie had just used that phrase. That was what

Martina had been looking for last year, and Rob was the one to give it to her. Then she found it with Aleks. Carrie cringed at the thought.

A throw down? That’s not what she had with Aleks that night in the basement. It was intense, maybe even awkward, but definitely not a throw down.

“Exactly. A throw down. He threw me down and didn’t let me up until he was done. Just thinking about it makes me–”

“Don’t you dare! I want this pristine for your wedding night. Don’t be tainting it, literally, with thoughts about another man.”

“Right. You’re right.”

“Damn. Why can’t I get me some sex like that? All the men I date are wussies,” Amie whined. “They just don’t know what to do with me.”

“I’m sure Aleks would be more than willing. From what I hear, he hasn’t changed much over the years.”

Carrie looked at Amie who gave her a half smile.

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