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of tonight count for all it could. And more.
     

 
Pace, December 2008
    I woke grudgingly, alone in my California King bed. Stretching with a deeply satisfied sigh, my hands pressed against the padded headboard. I grinned and bit my swollen lips as I recalled the faces she made as her head bounced against the padding the night before. Feeling the threat of a morning erection, I tried to think about the Red Sox. I wasn’t in the mood to take a cold shower. Baseball wasn’t working, so I squelched it with thoughts of other heinous things, but it wasn’t easy. For the past two weeks, Red and I had been getting to know one another in every conceivable position, and even some quite inconceivable. A self-satisfied smile overtook me. Though, to her credit, it wasn’t all self -satisfied. That woman knew her game. And mine, it seemed. Seeing her all trussed up from time to time made it all worth it. Especially when she trussed me in return.
    I had never been more comfortable with a give-and-take than I was with her. Probably because she gave with the same intensity she took. I’d never found anyone like her before, and while I was certain I wouldn’t again, I was careful not to let myself feel too needy about it. I had school to get through and a fuck of a court case on my hands if I played my cards right.
    CNN. Court TV. A book deal if I won, which I fully intended to. All of it. The last thing I’d need would be a needy girl on the side. Someone like Red would be perfect, but keeping her around for a few years seemed unlikely. That girl was a hurricane and I was a volcano. We couldn’t exist in the same space for long without major damage on all sides. No matter how spectacular the collision seemed.
    Assuming Red had snuck out in her typical pre-dawn fashion, I rolled over and sprawled out so that I lay diagonally across the mattress. This was my favorite way to sleep—alone and unconventionally, stretching each muscle I’d worked the night before and every other one she worked into the early hours.
    As I skated the edge of sleep, I felt wandering fingers trailing down my sacrum and sliding under the sheets to stroke the flesh of my ass.
    “I thought you were gone.” I tried to hide all nuance of pleasure from my voice. Inside, I was shocked. It was the first morning since I’d been in to her place at The Dakota that she’d still been around at sunrise.
    “I was hungry,” she replied, crunching on something. I rolled over and couldn’t contain my amusement saw her wearing nothing but my favorite Red Sox t-shirt. It was a green one that offset her hair in a way that brought my mediocre morning erection to full salute. She looked innocent swallowed up in soft cotton. Even more juvenile was the one pound bag of Peanut M&M’s clutched in her tiny hand.
    “Ah, chocolate. The breakfast of champions. I’m kinda surprised it’s not shortcake,” I mused, and the corner of her mouth twitched as she popped another in her mouth. “Every time I eat it I think of you, ya know—round, creamy, juicy and tart. ”
    I reached out and grabbed the tail of the t-shirt, tugging her toward me. She gamely jumped onto my bed and crawled up to my pillow to meet me. She held out and one of the candies—a red one; I let her feed it to me.
    “These Peanut M&M’s remind me of you,” she replied, sounding far too saccharine to be believed.
    “Is that so?” I asked, waiting for the punch line.
    “Yep. Hard and shiny on the outside...rich on the inside… and melts in my mouth.” She kissed me delicately, her eyes glittering with mischief. “Then oh so hard again…underneath….”
    I laughed deep in my throat. She was astute, I’d give her that. But, I’d learned several things about the mysterious Stephanie Brier since I’d had my frat brother, Jay, check into her. Jay had been the editor of the school paper at Princeton and was now a fact checker for the New York Times , so he was the perfect contact. I hadn’t been able