changed. You still get so
caught up carin’ for these animals that you forget to take care of yourself.”
She didn’t want to
admit that she felt the loss as soon as he stepped back and began circling back
towards her desk. She winced when his eyes landed on the cluttered credenza.
“I’m surprised you
still have this,” he said, picking up a framed photograph of the two of them
waterskiing at a friend’s cottage. He stared at the photograph a long time
before he looked up at her and smiled.
Sometimes she let
herself forget how gorgeous the man was, but when he hit her with the full
force of that bright white smile and those clear blue eyes… How was a woman
supposed to resist the temptation to clear her desk and beg him to take her
right there?
As though he could
read her mind, he winked and chuckled before moving on to the next framed
photo. “You got a dog?”
Her Bichon Frise,
Chloe, was her constant companion. She would never admit it to him, but she’d
been desperately lonely and sad after they broke up. A canine buddy seemed the
only way to fill the void since she couldn’t bring herself to even consider
getting involved with another man.
“Yeah. Her name is
Chloe.” She smiled. “She’s a handful, but I love her.”
“We always talked
about gettin’ a dog, remember?” he asked, lowering his voice.
She stepped
forward to take the picture. “We talked about a lot of things back then. They
were just silly little fantasies. We were young, immature…”
“Don’t do that,”
he said, tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. He brushed his thumb
across her cheek. “Don’t belittle what we had. It was incredible and you know
it.”
There was no point
denying it. They had been incredible together for a long time, until he decided
to take a mistress by the name of Titan Records. “I don’t want to talk about
the past,” she said, setting the framed photo of her dog in front of the
picture of the two of them.
“Fine, then let’s
talk about how amazing last night was.” He moved closer, crowding her between
his muscular body and the desk behind her. “You can’t deny it was every bit as
mind-blowing as you remember.” He traced a finger up her arm. “I can’t believe
I was your last lover, your only lover…” he whispered, grabbing her
hips. “I love knowin’ that I’m the only man you’ve ever been with.”
“Don’t flatter
yourself,” she said, wishing he didn’t wear his arrogance like a sexy second
skin. “I’ve been busy with work.”
He leaned down to
brush his lips over hers. “Say what you will, we both know the truth.”
She was almost
afraid to hear his version of the truth, but curiosity overcame common sense,
prompting her to ask, “Really? And what’s that?”
“You can’t imagine
sharin’ your body with another man any more than I can imagine lettin’ you.”
She gripped his
bulging biceps to push him away and demand some space, but as soon as she
touched him, she was reminded of the raw physical power he’d exhibited last
night, poised over her, thrusting into her… She closed her eyes against the
memory, praying he couldn’t guess what she was thinking.
“You’re thinkin’
about it too, aren’t you?” He nipped her bottom lip and she moaned, wanting,
needing more. “Are you countin’ down the hours until we can do it again? I know
I am.”
Yes. “No.” Common sense reared its ugly head,
beating her raging libido into submission. “This can’t happen again.”
As though she
hadn’t uttered a protest, he continued grazing her neck with his lips, taunting
her with the promise of delivering what she wanted if only she found the
courage to admit he was the one thing she wanted most.
“I’m serious,
Evan.” She pushed against his shoulders and the look she saw in his eyes… that
raw hunger… rendered her legs useless. Leaning against the desk for support,
she damned the universe that had put him in her path again.
caught up carin’ for these animals that you forget to take care of yourself.”
She didn’t want to
admit that she felt the loss as soon as he stepped back and began circling back
towards her desk. She winced when his eyes landed on the cluttered credenza.
“I’m surprised you
still have this,” he said, picking up a framed photograph of the two of them
waterskiing at a friend’s cottage. He stared at the photograph a long time
before he looked up at her and smiled.
Sometimes she let
herself forget how gorgeous the man was, but when he hit her with the full
force of that bright white smile and those clear blue eyes… How was a woman
supposed to resist the temptation to clear her desk and beg him to take her
right there?
As though he could
read her mind, he winked and chuckled before moving on to the next framed
photo. “You got a dog?”
Her Bichon Frise,
Chloe, was her constant companion. She would never admit it to him, but she’d
been desperately lonely and sad after they broke up. A canine buddy seemed the
only way to fill the void since she couldn’t bring herself to even consider
getting involved with another man.
“Yeah. Her name is
Chloe.” She smiled. “She’s a handful, but I love her.”
“We always talked
about gettin’ a dog, remember?” he asked, lowering his voice.
She stepped
forward to take the picture. “We talked about a lot of things back then. They
were just silly little fantasies. We were young, immature…”
“Don’t do that,”
he said, tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. He brushed his thumb
across her cheek. “Don’t belittle what we had. It was incredible and you know
it.”
There was no point
denying it. They had been incredible together for a long time, until he decided
to take a mistress by the name of Titan Records. “I don’t want to talk about
the past,” she said, setting the framed photo of her dog in front of the
picture of the two of them.
“Fine, then let’s
talk about how amazing last night was.” He moved closer, crowding her between
his muscular body and the desk behind her. “You can’t deny it was every bit as
mind-blowing as you remember.” He traced a finger up her arm. “I can’t believe
I was your last lover, your only lover…” he whispered, grabbing her
hips. “I love knowin’ that I’m the only man you’ve ever been with.”
“Don’t flatter
yourself,” she said, wishing he didn’t wear his arrogance like a sexy second
skin. “I’ve been busy with work.”
He leaned down to
brush his lips over hers. “Say what you will, we both know the truth.”
She was almost
afraid to hear his version of the truth, but curiosity overcame common sense,
prompting her to ask, “Really? And what’s that?”
“You can’t imagine
sharin’ your body with another man any more than I can imagine lettin’ you.”
She gripped his
bulging biceps to push him away and demand some space, but as soon as she
touched him, she was reminded of the raw physical power he’d exhibited last
night, poised over her, thrusting into her… She closed her eyes against the
memory, praying he couldn’t guess what she was thinking.
“You’re thinkin’
about it too, aren’t you?” He nipped her bottom lip and she moaned, wanting,
needing more. “Are you countin’ down the hours until we can do it again? I know
I am.”
Yes. “No.” Common sense reared its ugly head,
beating her raging libido into submission. “This can’t happen again.”
As though she
hadn’t uttered a protest, he continued grazing her neck with his lips, taunting
her with the promise of delivering what she wanted if only she found the
courage to admit he was the one thing she wanted most.
“I’m serious,
Evan.” She pushed against his shoulders and the look she saw in his eyes… that
raw hunger… rendered her legs useless. Leaning against the desk for support,
she damned the universe that had put him in her path again.
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