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of getting what he wants.”
    Josh had a point. The only thing that could ever convince Sienna to go back to Ben was the promise of less of his time spent at work. But was it a line, or was it the truth?
    “Si,” Ben said. “I neglected you this last year. I know that, and it kills me every fucking time I think about it. But I never lied to you. I will never lie to you. You know that. You know me.”
    She did know Ben. If he said he had a new contract, he had a new contract. He’d organized it for her. For them.
    God, he’d changed his work habits. For her.
    Again she reached out to accept his offer, but this time, more than holding her hand in his, Josh tugged on it, hard enough to pull her up off the bench. The second she was upright he caught her in his arms, pulling her flush against his body, his chest pressing against her breasts.
    And there went her heart. Racing in five different directions at the same time. At least that was what it felt like. Her breathing became erratic again, and heat flooded her pussy.
    Dear God. Her pussy? Aroused at a time like this?
    “You want to go back to him? Then go,” Josh said. “I won’t stop you. I won’t get in your way. But you have to take those steps. You have to walk away from me in order to get to him. Can you do that?”
    Without waiting for her response, he kissed her. With the full force of his Josh Lie-With-Me mouth. His lips consumed, his tongue seduced and his body molded to hers, reminding her of every delicious pleasure they’d shared that afternoon. Every mind-blowing orgasm, every titillating tease. Every laugh he’d wrung out of her and every tear she’d held inside upon learning about this childhood.
    One afternoon, and they’d made magic together. Shared a wealth of intimacies. A treasure she only wanted to discover more of.
    She kissed him right back, explored his mouth as he’d explored hers, pressed her aching pussy against his hardening cock, rubbing, seeking the pleasure, the release she knew he could give.
    She’d waited a lifetime for Josh to acknowledge her, to want her, and now that he had, she couldn’t let go of him, couldn’t walk away. Didn’t want to.
    When his mouth finally released hers, his breath came in short, sharp puffs. His erection pulsed against her clit, and his chest rose and fell unevenly—just like hers.
    “Walk away, princess,” he whispered. “If you can.”
    She shook her head, but before words could form in her mouth, telling him she couldn’t and she didn’t want to, hands fastened around her shoulders and twirled her around, out of Josh’s grasp.
    “She doesn’t have to walk,” Ben snapped at Josh. “I’ll take her.”
    And take her he did, straight into another kiss, just as forceful and just as exquisite as Josh’s. Sienna could have objected, could have said no. If she’d wanted to.
    She didn’t.
    She hadn’t kissed Ben for months. The sweet, chocolaty taste of him—he’d always tasted like chocolate to her—swept through her, through her senses, taking her back to the time when she’d been happiest. When she and Ben had been perfect together. When they’d finished each other’s sentences, laughed at the same silly jokes, watched the same TV programs, fought over politics and torn off each other’s clothes with abnormal speed. The weekends spent naked in bed, separating only to sleep, eat or shower. Making love before sunrise—and before sunset.
    And the love. The pure, whole untarnished love of two people. Ben and Sienna. Sienna and Ben.
    She tasted it all in Ben’s mouth. Longed for it again. Yearned for it. Wanted what they’d lost in the rise of Ben’s professional aspirations. She’d loved Ben for a long time. She still did. Heartbreak and heartache had driven them apart, but still she loved him. Probably always would.
    Kissing him brought back every cherished memory she had of him, every iota of passion she’d tried so damn hard to repress.
    Already primed from Josh’s kiss,