attention.
Sullen masturbation was not his style.
Laying in bed staring at the ceiling and feeling sorry for himself was much more his style.
Feeling like a total dumb ass, Ryder stripped down to his briefs and slid underneath his sheets, feeling so surly he consciously skipped brushing his teeth, something he never, ever did. Bad breath would teach her.
He should have kissed Suzanne again in the parking lot. At least tried to get her to come home with him. But as soon as she had changed her mind, he’d cut and run, like a big giant weenie.
Not that he wanted to think about that particular word. Flipping onto his side, he punched his pillow.
He could have tried to coax her all he wanted. If she had changed her mind, she’d changed her mind. Suzanne was never coaxed into anything.
So it had been stupid to kiss her in the first place.
Yet he didn’t regret it.
He regretted that she wasn’t naked on top of him at the moment, but he didn’t regret the kiss.
Which made him one hell of a glutton for punishment.
SUZANNE lay in bed, completely unable to sleep, condemning herself as the biggest damn fool ever to reside in the state of North Carolina.
She could be playing cowgirl over at Ryder’s instead of wearing fuzzy pajama pants and wishing her sheets were a little more aggressive in caressing her. Why the hell had she suddenly gotten some kind of conscience and sent him home alone?
So it would make their relationship complicated the morning after.
When wasn’t their relationship complicated?
Hell, they were still married, and that was pretty damn complicated in its own right. What difference did having sex make?
Which even to her own ears was pretty shitty rationalization, but she was willing to go with it when she was feeling this desperate.
She was edgy, unable to sleep, aching with want, wet with desire. Still. Two hours later and she was still damp, which was pathetic.
Damn if she would be pathetic.
Suzanne threw back her covers and sat up.
Ryder wanted to have sex.
She wanted to have sex.
Why shouldn’t they have sex?
He had told her she knew where to find him if she changed her mind. That was a clear invitation to seek him out if she wanted to pick up where they’d left off with that seriously kick-ass kiss. Plus for the last two years she’d been fending off sexual innuendoes from him. She didn’t doubt for a minute he would be on board with her changing her mind yet again.
Ryder would probably give her shit about it, but only after the fact. She could live with that if she could get multiple orgasms out of the deal. And she would make it clear this was just a onetime event.
As Suzanne pulled on a pair of jeans, she tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her this was a flat-out dumb idea. She figured if she didn’t go over to Ryder’s she’d never get any sleep, and with Nikki as a client, she was going to need all the sleep and patience she could muster for the next month.
And if she felt a little bit stupid, she wasn’t going to admit it. She was a woman who went after what she wanted, and she wanted Ryder tonight. Plain and simple.
She got halfway there before she regained control of her senses and realized this was setting herself up for disastrous consequences. Showing up in the middle of the night to have sex with her ex who really wasn’t her ex was opening up a Texas-sized can of worms.
Smacking her hands on the steering wheel and letting out a groan of frustration, Suzanne glanced right to see if she could pull into the shopping complex and turn again. The man in the car next to her was staring at her like her boobs were on her back instead of her front.
“What?” she asked him out loud, even though he obviously couldn’t hear her.
Nothing, he mouthed, shaking his head rapidly.
The man acted like he’d never seen a sexually frustrated woman in his whole life, and judging from his slack jaw and vacant stare, Suzanne was guessing he’d seen plenty of
Sullen masturbation was not his style.
Laying in bed staring at the ceiling and feeling sorry for himself was much more his style.
Feeling like a total dumb ass, Ryder stripped down to his briefs and slid underneath his sheets, feeling so surly he consciously skipped brushing his teeth, something he never, ever did. Bad breath would teach her.
He should have kissed Suzanne again in the parking lot. At least tried to get her to come home with him. But as soon as she had changed her mind, he’d cut and run, like a big giant weenie.
Not that he wanted to think about that particular word. Flipping onto his side, he punched his pillow.
He could have tried to coax her all he wanted. If she had changed her mind, she’d changed her mind. Suzanne was never coaxed into anything.
So it had been stupid to kiss her in the first place.
Yet he didn’t regret it.
He regretted that she wasn’t naked on top of him at the moment, but he didn’t regret the kiss.
Which made him one hell of a glutton for punishment.
SUZANNE lay in bed, completely unable to sleep, condemning herself as the biggest damn fool ever to reside in the state of North Carolina.
She could be playing cowgirl over at Ryder’s instead of wearing fuzzy pajama pants and wishing her sheets were a little more aggressive in caressing her. Why the hell had she suddenly gotten some kind of conscience and sent him home alone?
So it would make their relationship complicated the morning after.
When wasn’t their relationship complicated?
Hell, they were still married, and that was pretty damn complicated in its own right. What difference did having sex make?
Which even to her own ears was pretty shitty rationalization, but she was willing to go with it when she was feeling this desperate.
She was edgy, unable to sleep, aching with want, wet with desire. Still. Two hours later and she was still damp, which was pathetic.
Damn if she would be pathetic.
Suzanne threw back her covers and sat up.
Ryder wanted to have sex.
She wanted to have sex.
Why shouldn’t they have sex?
He had told her she knew where to find him if she changed her mind. That was a clear invitation to seek him out if she wanted to pick up where they’d left off with that seriously kick-ass kiss. Plus for the last two years she’d been fending off sexual innuendoes from him. She didn’t doubt for a minute he would be on board with her changing her mind yet again.
Ryder would probably give her shit about it, but only after the fact. She could live with that if she could get multiple orgasms out of the deal. And she would make it clear this was just a onetime event.
As Suzanne pulled on a pair of jeans, she tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her this was a flat-out dumb idea. She figured if she didn’t go over to Ryder’s she’d never get any sleep, and with Nikki as a client, she was going to need all the sleep and patience she could muster for the next month.
And if she felt a little bit stupid, she wasn’t going to admit it. She was a woman who went after what she wanted, and she wanted Ryder tonight. Plain and simple.
She got halfway there before she regained control of her senses and realized this was setting herself up for disastrous consequences. Showing up in the middle of the night to have sex with her ex who really wasn’t her ex was opening up a Texas-sized can of worms.
Smacking her hands on the steering wheel and letting out a groan of frustration, Suzanne glanced right to see if she could pull into the shopping complex and turn again. The man in the car next to her was staring at her like her boobs were on her back instead of her front.
“What?” she asked him out loud, even though he obviously couldn’t hear her.
Nothing, he mouthed, shaking his head rapidly.
The man acted like he’d never seen a sexually frustrated woman in his whole life, and judging from his slack jaw and vacant stare, Suzanne was guessing he’d seen plenty of
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