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pulse quickened, and she pushed up on her elbow. “Is that right?”
    He nodded.
    “How extremely fortunate for me.” She traced a fingertip along the tier of his defined abs. “Then do you think I could bother you for one more ki—?”
    He came forward in a rush; she had never needed to ask.
    Tessa held his kiss, her palm on his cheek while his full, moist lips tended hers. Dibs wound a hand under her arm, between her shoulder blades, and lifted. Her breasts met the firm wall of his chest. His thumb ensnared the strap of her negligee and he lowered it from her shoulder. Heat rushed her thighs when he dipped his head and captured her nipple, laving it with his tongue, grazing his teeth over the sensitive peak.
    She slipped the knot at his waist, flitted her fingers down his planed stomach, and flipped the robe aside. He pressed a small silver packet into the palm of her hand. His breathing grew labored and he closed his eyes, his head rolling back on his shoulders while she stroked down, fully seating the condom. She collapsed on the pillow as he swung over her. Each kiss was a gift, her lips, neck and shoulders. Pleasure throbbed and she writhed when he engulfed her breast in his mouth. The head of his rigid member swept her stomach, probed her inner thigh. She fisted the sheets, her back bowing when he teased her entrance, massaging her hidden bundle of nerves. He stroked and fondled, the pressure increasing until her need for him was so complete, her entire body quaked.
    He had taken her back to that place, where nothing would stop unless her passion was sated, unless he fulfilled her needs.
    She pulled him down to her, kissing him with everything she had left, wanting the moment to last longer than she could ever endure. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, bucked in frustration when he entered her slowly, so achingly slow. The muscles in his arms tensed. He angled her hips off the bed, and she whimpered her disapproval when he withdrew. He locked her tight in his arms and delved deep, rolling and grinding his pelvis against her. They arced into each other, moving and swaying as one. Desire darkened his eyes. His pace increased. The room spun, and when he caressed the oversensitive bud between her legs and pulsed within, a shudder of such tremendous release overtook her, the world exploded into a million tiny shards of light.
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    Dibs’s breath filled her ear. Tessa blinked and lifted her head from his chest. He was asleep on his back, the crumpled sheet draped loosely around his waist.
    She’d more than just overstayed her welcome—she’d surpassed the hello, the goodbye, and all the parts between. She crept back from him and tiptoed into the bathroom, but left the door ajar, afraid to risk the noise.
    She rushed into her clothes, gathering her shoes and shopping bag on her return to the bedroom. Glancing at Dibs’s sleeping figure, she padded to the chair in the corner and carefully lifted his pants. The change in his pocket jingled. She froze and held her breath. A muffled snore spilled from his lips. She reached into his pocket and retrieved her key cards, then ever so gently lowered his pants back onto the chair.
    Near the front door, she gathered her purse and briefcase from the floor, grasped the doorknob, and…
    Past the open bedroom door, the steady rhythm of Dibs’s breathing drew through his sculpted chest, his face relaxed and at peace. Perhaps just this once…
    She snuck her hand into her briefcase, approached the nightstand, and balanced a business card against the lamp.
    The corners stood out in sharp relief against the green glow of the digital clock. She snatched up the card, flicking the edge with her fingernail, replaced it and held up her palm for it to stay before heading for the door.
    Without missing a step, she spun around, stalked to the nightstand, picked up the business card, and crammed it in her pocket. Sorry, Dibs …
    She leaned against the door as it swung closed, hoping