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cozy, where they both knew she didn’t belong.

Six
    C arol awakened early. The room was bathed in soft morning hues. She noticed that the window was still open, but there was less of a breeze.
    She’d slept soundly beside her lover. Too soundly, she decided. And now she was anything but calm.
    She glanced over at Jake. Sometime during the night, he must have shifted onto his side because they weren’t facing each other anymore. His back was turned and he was sprawled out, one leg inside the covers, the other one exposed, along with a portion of his naked butt.
    Heaven almighty. What had she done?
    A foolish question, if there ever was one. She knew darn well what she’d done. She’d gone into this with her eyes wide open.
    She sat up and steadied her breath. She needed coffee, but first she was going to wash the remnants of makeup off her face, tame her hair and brush her teeth. Rather than trudge off to her bathroom without any clothes, she located her sarong and wrapped it around herself.
    Just as she was preparing to slip away, Jake rolled over, nearly giving her a heart attack. She’d assumed he was dead asleep.
    â€œHey,” he said with a graveled voice and a half smile.
    â€œHi.” Did he have to look so good, so handsome and wild, with a bit of overnight beard stubble? “I’m going to freshen up, then make coffee. Want some?”
    â€œSure.” He sat forward, dragged a hand through his hair and squinted into the hazy patch of sunlight that spilled over him. “I need to hit the head, too.”
    â€œOkay. I’ll see you in a few.”
    As he climbed out of bed, Carol darted off and practically stumbled over her body veil. She picked it up, but she didn’t take the time to look for her panties. Uncertain of what Jake had done with them after he’d peeled them off her, she would search for them later.
    She continued to her room, and once she was standing at her bathroom mirror, she removed her bracelet. She’d actually slept in it. The earrings, too, so she took those off, as well.
    Then, after she was fresh and somewhat tidy, with her sarong tied a little tighter, she prepared the coffee in the single-serve machine in her room, making each cup separately. She added sugar to Jake’s, the way he liked it. This wasn’t the first time she’d sweetened his coffee and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But it felt different from before.
    Everything did.
    Because she’d had sex with her boss. Wild, delicious, sheet-tumbling, tongue-kissing, body-scorching sex.
    She brought the coffee to his room, trying to keep her hands from shaking. Jake was back in bed, looking as if he’d splashed a bit of water on his face, too. He certainly seemed more awake. She handed him his cup, and he thanked her.
    Instead of joining him in bed, Carol opted for a nearby chair. He was still naked, except that he had a pillow on his lap, to protect himself from the hot beverage, she assumed.
    Struggling to stay focused, she sipped her coffee, a perfect brew for a nervous day—strong and rich and aromatic.
    â€œAre you concerned about last night?” he asked.
    Lying would get her nowhere. Besides, her emotions were probably written all over her face. “It definitely feels weird now that it’s over.”
    â€œYeah, it does. But we knew what we were getting into when we did it.”
    â€œThat’s for sure.” They couldn’t behave as if they weren’t aware of their actions. “Morning was bound to come.”
    Falling silent, he let his gaze roam over her, his eyes dark and intense. Then he said, “I don’t think it should end like this.”
    She blinked, not quite catching his drift. “What?”
    â€œUs. The sex. We should keep doing it all weekend.”
    Confused, Carol debated what to say. She glanced at the nightstand, where the rest of the condoms were. “You want to do it some more, even though