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independent, celibate, businesswoman Dana Wilcox gone?
    He caught my mouth in a mind-blowing kiss, thrusting his tongue in time with his clever fingers. My mind turned white—white and hot with neon flashes. “Ah, ah, yes,” I panted around his lips. “Please, keep going.”
    He pushed into me harder, faster, stroking my G-spot, catching my clit. I cried out again, intense pleasure racing through me. My ears rang and my body trembled as I teetered on the edge of climax for several long, blissful seconds.
    Then I crashed down, completely overtaken by my orgasm, my pussy convulsing around his fingers and a sob tearing from my throat. It seemed to go on forever, shaking and pulsing, releasing my desire. It was consuming, he was consuming. I gripped his body, gasped for oxygen and my thighs clamped around his expert hand.
    His mouth left mine and I opened my eyes. It took me a second to focus on his chocolate gaze.
    “You’re so damn responsive,” he said quietly, his eyes searching my face, his hands and arms still tight on me, in me.
    I dragged in a breath and felt a tear slip from the corner of my left eye—a single drop of regret for what could have been.
    “Hey, babe, what’s up?” His brow creased and he caught the tear with the tip of his thumb. “Did I hurt you?”
    I shook my head. He hadn’t hurt me, he’d made me feel amazing. No one else had ever affected me the way he did.
    “So what is it?” He slipped his hand out of my bikini bottoms and rested it firmly in the small of my back, pulling me closer to him in the chugging bubbles and allowing his steely erection to push into my belly.
    My face got hot, there was a tightening in my throat. It was all very well him saying I was perfect and encouraging me to hand myself over to him, but if he ever found out about my past, about old Dana and her reckless ways, would he still want me, still think I was right for him? I very much doubted it. My past couldn’t be brushed off as a quick mistake. I had lived that way for years.
    “Please, take me home,” I said, placing my palms over his hard pecs and removing his cock from my abdomen. “I really need you to take me home.”
    “But, Dana, I don’t understand.”
    “No, you don’t and you wouldn’t.” I managed to slip from his embrace. Rick Lewis was a heartbreak waiting to happen if a woman was foolish enough to fall for him. And I for one didn’t use the “foolish” label for myself anymore. Okay, so I was behaving like the worst sort of tease, but it was his fault. He didn’t have to give me dessert.
     
    I dressed quickly and hovered by the front door as Rick slipped into dry clothes and did up the laces on his sneakers.
    In silence he helped me into the car and went through the ritual of opening the gates and watching them close in the rearview mirror to ensure no one slipped into the grounds of his home.
    “Dana, I want to see you again,” he said in a low, determined voice as he turned onto my street.
    I shook my head and stared out at the amber lamps lining Highgrove Avenue. “No, I’m sorry.” I couldn’t be trusted around him so there was only one thing to be done. I would have to stay away from him altogether.
    “But I thought everything was going well between us, we had a great evening, chatting, eating. I… I can’t understand what I did so wrong. I thought you were enjoying yourself, you sure seemed as though you were.”
    I looked at him and saw him glance my way through the shadows.
    “I told you before, it’s not you. I don’t want a relationship. I don’t want a man in my life.”
    “And I’m telling you, again, that you do.” His voice was firm and his hands gripped the steering wheel. “My god, you’re like a wild flame in my arms, you want it, you need it, I’ve never felt so…”
    I tipped my head. “So?”
    “So goddamn crazy with lust and then been able to let it go without feeling mad, cheated.” He reached across the stick for my hand, squeezed it