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you wearing?”
    “Nothing,” she whispered. “It’s too hot.”
    He groaned, imagining her lying in bed, armsstretched overhead, her back arched. She reached for him, bringing him to full erection within seconds. “Georgia, my God, you’re so beautiful. Come to me.”
    “I’m here,” she said. “Kiss me…touch me.”
    “My hands…on your shoulders, arms, stomach.”
    “Mmmmmm…lower.”
    “Oh, you’re killing me.”
    “That’s it. There.”
    Her string of telltale moans tested his endurance. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he said, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
    “Mmmmmm. Make love to me…now.”
    The quick sultry request nearly put him over the edge, but he held back, wanting to prolong their encounter. Her hair spilled all around, long and dark against her tangled sheets. Her breasts jutted, her thighs…welcoming. Oh, God help him. “Ahhhhhh,” he breathed, easing inside her tight channel. “Oh, yes.”
    “Mmmm…all the way,” she urged. “Yes, deeper…faster.”
    He obliged, gritting his teeth to match her rhythm without losing total control. “Georgia, I can’t…last long. You’re too much.”
    “Oh, I’m almost there…yes…” She gasped, then cried out, a desperately divine sound that drained his energy and his restraint. Ken yielded to her intensity, then matched it, their moans mingling into one song. His muscles bunched, then eased with diminishing spasms.
    A comfortable silence stretched between them asthey slowly recovered. His eyelids drooped. Georgia’s sighs were definitely the cure for his insomnia.
    “Are you sleeping?”
    He blinked awake. “No.” Then he laughed. “Well, almost. That was…incredible.”
    Her laugh was musical, like a wind chime. “Want to meet for lunch tomorrow in your office building?”
    He plummeted back to earth, remembering that she believed she’d just shared an incredible experience with her boyfriend. Her lyrical laughter was meant for Rob. “Um, I think I’ll stay home and try to shake this cold.”
    “I thought you said it was allergies.”
    “Yes. No. I’m not sure.” He coughed as if a lung were in jeopardy.
    “You sound terrible. I’ll come by tomorrow to check on you.”
    “No! I mean, I wouldn’t want you to catch something. I’ll be fine, really.”
    “Are you sure?”
    He felt weak with relief. “I’m sure. Your calls are all the medicine I need. Besides, not seeing each other in person for a few days will make things more…interesting.” Was that him talking, purposely perpetuating a fraud?
    “But you’re still planning to go to Stacey’s wedding Saturday afternoon, aren’t you?”
    When in doubt, dig thyself deeper into a hole. “Well…sure.”
    “I’m going early to help the bridesmaids dress, so I’ll meet you there.”
    “Okay.” He made a mental note to check for a gas leak since he’d obviously lost a few brain cells.
    “Meanwhile, I hope you’re feeling better soon.”
    She had the voice of an angel. “I’m feeling better already.”
    “Good. I’ll let you go,” she said softly. “Call me when you’re back on your feet?”
    Ken hesitated. Being on the receiving end of her misdirected phone calls was one thing, but initiating contact and impersonating her boyfriend…“Why don’t you call me instead…tomorrow night?”
    “Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll be working the blood drive tomorrow evening at the municipal building, but I’ll call you when I get home.”
    “Great,” he said, his mind already leaping ahead.
    He kept the phone to his ear until the dial tone sounded, then fumbled around in the dark to replace the handset. He limped to the bathroom and turned on the light, squinting under the harsh illumination. A ten-minute hot shower did little to erase her from his mind. He toweled off quickly, his body still thrumming from their encounter, his ears still ringing with the cries of her release.
    Leaning on the sink, he stared at himself in the mirror and