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off his tongue. More sweat ran down the back of his neck.
    â€œMmm-hmm,” she said, and Trent knew then that he’d gotten in too deep.
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    H IS FINGERS , his tongue, were everywhere. Touching, exploring, pleasuring, driving her out of her mind.
    â€œOh, Trent. Mmm, oh, yes! Trent, please, touch me there—”
    The phone rang and Josie tried to ignore it, focusing on the feel of Trent’s tongue probing between her legs. He seemed not to hear the incessant ringing. He kept coaxing her to the brink of orgasm, then pulling back, again and again. Driving her mad. But the phone, it wouldn’t stop—
    Josie was jolted awake by the sound of the ringing phone on her nightstand. She looked around, disoriented by her dream and its sudden interruption. She was soaking wet in her nightshirt, and the sheets were twisted around her legs. She banned the erotic images of Trent from her mind and grabbed the receiver.
    Just as she mumbled “Hello?” she caught a glimpse of the clock and saw that it was three in the morning. It had to be her mother, calling in the middle of the next day by Czech time and not caring one bit that she was waking Josie.
    â€œHello, Josephine. Sleeping alone, I bet.”
    â€œYeah, I just sent home that wrestling team a few hours ago.”
    Her mother laughed. She was the only mother on earth, as far as Josie knew, who’d laugh at her daughter’s joke about group sex with an entire sports team. Josie had given up wishing she had the kind of momwho baked cookies and complained about wanting grandchildren.
    â€œHow’s the center doing?”
    Josie pushed herself up in bed and leaned against the headboard, wide awake now. She had been avoiding telling her mother about how close the business was to utter failure. “Not good.”
    â€œYou can save it, I’m sure. That’s why I asked you to run it for me.”
    Josie had the feeling her mother’s request was motivated by something more than she was letting on. She was normally a shrewd businesswoman—or so Josie had thought until she’d seen what a mess the center’s finances were in—and her actions just didn’t add up.
    â€œThe rent is two months late, and I can’t pay it.”
    â€œOh, don’t worry about that. Trent O’Reilly is as understanding as he is gorgeous. If you had any sense at all you’d make him forget all about those rent payments.”
    Josie blinked at how close to the truth her mother was. “Right, Mom. Maybe I should just trade sex to solve the center’s financial problems.”
    â€œWhatever you want to do, dear.” She said it in a way that let Josie know she’d lost interest in the subject.
    â€œWhat’s on your mind?” Josie asked as she suppressed a yawn.
    â€œOh, it’s Peter. I’m afraid things aren’t working out so well between us.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong?”
    â€œWriter’s block. He’s had it ever since I moved in with him. The poor thing sits staring at his computer all day without typing a word.”
    â€œHmm.”
    â€œI think it’s the sex. He’s using his creative energyin bed at night, and I’m leaving him a bit too satisfied, if you know what I mean.”
    Josie wished she didn’t. The last thing she wanted to picture was her mother in bed with a man twenty years younger than her—or any man at all, actually. But there it was, the image invading her head and chasing away the last remnants of her Trent dream. She was wide awake now.
    â€œAre you thinking of coming home?” Josie asked, not sure which answer she wanted to hear.
    â€œDon’t be ridiculous. And leave Prague? This city is to die for. Actually I’m thinking of withholding sex from Peter until he finishes his novel.”
    â€œHmm.”
    â€œI’m just not sure I can tolerate that option. I have needs, too, you know.”
    â€œWish I