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d e d w a s his s i g n a t ur e to put it in motion, b ut he h e sit a t e d. He n e v e r h e sit a t e d. I f it fe lt r i g ht, he w e nt with it. I f it s ee m e d o ff , he t a bl e d the pl a n a nd st a r t e d on a n e w on e . W h a t w a s di ff e re nt this tim e ?
    Pe y ton. I t h a d b ee n a l m ost two d a y s sin c e h e h a d s ee n h e r . One mo r ning of b a si c a l l y t a me s e x f or him a nd h e w a s a l r ea d y thinki n g a bout h e r a ll the tim e . N ot on c e in the y e ar s he h a d b ee n d a ting h a d a wom a n e v e r int e rf e re d w ith his wo r k. Not on ce — until now.
    His ce ll phone ra ng a nd b y the sound of the tone he kn e w who it w a s. S h ar on. W h y c oul d n ’ t she g e t it th r ou g h h e r thi c k skull th a t he w a nt e d no p ar t of h er ? H e’ d b ee n a s blunt a s h e kn e w how a nd t h a t w a s s a y i n g som e thin g . He d e b a t e d a nsw e r i n g it, but d ec id e d a g ood
     

    f i g ht would c l e a r his h e a d of thou g hts of P e y ton a nd wh a t he w a n t e d to do with h e r on c e he h a d h e r th e r e in his hom e .
    “ W h a t p ar t of no don ’ t y ou und er st a nd, S h ar on ?”
    “ You ’ r e just m a d a t me is a ll, R y k er . You ’ ll g e t ov e r it, a nd I ’ ll still be h er e w a iti n g on y ou.”
    “ No, y ou ’ r e w r o n g . I ’ m not moving b ac k to D a ll a s, a nd I ’ m d ef init e l y not h a vi n g a r e l a tionship of a n y kind w i th y ou. Do y ou r s e lf a fa v o r a nd f ind some oth e r bottoml e ss po c k e t to poke in. I ’ m not int ere st e d.”
    “ B ut I love y ou. I t ’ s n ot a bout the mon e y , R y k er . I c a n ’ t live without y ou,” she insist e d.
    H e r whin e y voi c e g ra t e d on his n er v e s. He bit b ac k a c u r se a nd c ut h e r o f f in mid - whin e . Th e n he shov e d the phone b ac k into the hold e r on his b e lt a nd s t ood up. Th er e w a s no rea son to c ontinue to st ar e a t the busi n e ss p r o pos a l put t o g e th e r b y h i s b e st m e n wh e n he c ouldn ’ t think of a n y thi n g oth e r th a n P e y ton. W ith a si g h, he g a v e in a nd pull e d out his pho n e on c e a g a in. On l y this tim e , he pun c h e d in h e r numb er .
    He g l a n c e d a t his w a t c h. S he should be o f f w o r k b y n ow, he thou g ht. I t w a s n e ar l y s e v e n, a nd she usu a l l y g ot o f f a t six fr om the din er .
    “ H e llo ? ”
    “ W h a t ar e y ou w ear i n g ? ”
    S he l a u g h e d a nd h e a r d the r ustling sound of m a t er i a l g liding a g a inst som e thin g .
    “ I t ’ s mo r e like w h a t I ’ m not w ear i n g ,” s h e suppli e d.
    “ W hi c h i s ? ” he a sk e d, his h a nd a djusting his sti ff e ning c o c k. “ I ’ m not w e ar i n g p a nts o r a blouse or a d re ss or s h o e s or so c ks.” “ Hmmm, wh a t do e s th a t l ea v e ? A b r a a nd a p a ir of p a nti e s.” His
    c o c k g r e w h ar d er . “ M a y b e .”
     

    H e r hus k y voi c e h a d d r o pp e d low e r a s she t a lk e d s e nding p e a ks of pl ea su r e to his b a lls. L a u g ht e r ting e d h e r wo r ds. He k n e w h e r e y e s would be d ar k e ning with d e si r e a s th e y t a l k e d.
    “ Tou c h y our b rea sts f o r m e . T e ll me wh a t it fee ls lik e .”
    The hit c h in h e r b rea th l e t him know th a t she w a s doing it. He s e ttl e d b ac k on the c ou c h with his l e g s sp rea d out in fr ont of him. Al rea d y the th r obbi n g in his di c k h a d him sw ea tin g .
    “ W h a t ar e y ou doi n g ? ” he a sk e d.
    “ I ’ m c i rc li n g m y nippl e s with m y f i n g e r . Sc ra t c h ing o v e r t h e top of it with m y n a ils. I t f e e ls so g ood,” s h e s a id.
    H e r b r e a thing sound e d l oud ov e r the phon e . S he p r ob a b l y h a d it p r opp e d on h e r shoul d e r so she c ould use both h a nds on h e r hot tits.
    “ T a ke o f f y our b r a f or m e ,