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for composure. Her head dropped back on the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut so she could see his face in her mind, the way his jaw tightened and his eyes warmed when they made love.
    “ Are you touching yourself, Sherri?”
    “Yes-s-s.” She really hoped he didn’t ask anything that required a different answer. She couldn’t promise to give one.
    “I wish I could be there. I want to be inside you, fucking you. Making love to you. I want to feel your sweet, soft skin against me. I want to see you get damp and sweaty. I want to see your face when you come.”
    Sherri gasped. The beginnings of her orgasm spread out under her fingers, running through her like fire in her blood stream.
    “Are you going to come, baby?”
    “God. Y—” The rest was an unintelligible mass of moans and harsh breath as she rode out her pleasure and listened to the grunts and groans of Ash riding out his.
    For what seemed like an eternity she couldn’t do anything except lay there and catch her breath.
    “So,” Ash mumbled through the phone after a long silence. “It was good for you?”
    Sherri chuckled. “You’re so full of yourself, aren’t you?” But she laughed. “I swear, you weren’t even here and I won’t feel my knees for a day.”
    “Then I have reason to be full of myself, don’t I?” He sounded like he was smiling. “And if you can’t feel your knees, then I’ve relaxed you, so I’ve done my job.”
    A knock sounded on the outer room door.
    “A little too well, I’m afraid.” Sherri groaned and pushed herself off the bed. “Now room service is here with my food and I have to drag myself off the bed, all boneless and fucked-out to answer the door.”
    Ash’s possessive growl came through the phone.
    “Relax.” She reached into the closet. “I’m putting on one of the room’s complimentary terrycloth robes. They’re one-size fits all and about as sexy as a burlap sack.”
    “On you, anything would be sexy.”
    She rolled her eyes, but had to smile as she slipped into the robe. “You’ve got a biased opinion, but I’m serious.”
    “You’ve got me wishing I’d come with you again.”
    “You said yourself you’re emotional because of the full moon. I’m telling you— My God. Ryan?” Sherri dropped the phone.
    The man at the door was not from room service.
    “Hiya, Sher.” Her ex, Ryan, stood hunched over in nondescript khakis and a pale blue polo shirt with a baseball cap pulled down over his head. “Could I please come in?”
    ***
    A sh nearly crushed the phone in his hand. “Sherri!” He barked her name, raging against the need to barrel in and stop something he couldn’t even touch. “Tell me you did not say that fucker’s name. You did not open the door to the son of a bitch who betrayed you, cost you your job, and went to prison for all of it. Tell me he is not standing in your hotel room right now because I will be on the next plane out of here, and I will tear him into so many pieces the FBI won’t be able to find them.”
    He lowered his tone and commanded his breath to even out. Still, his nostrils flared and his lip lifted with the urge to bare his fangs at an enemy who could not see him.
    For a minute Ash wasn’t sure she would answer, and the room spun so fast he thought he’d nosedive into the carpet. After some clattering and muffled sounds and a few key beeps, a heavy sigh puffed in his left ear.
    “He’s not... in my hotel room,” Sherri replied to Ash’s rant. Too slowly, but she replied.
    “What aren’t you saying?” Tension made joints in his neck and hips pop. Some primal instinct urged his body to shift to fight off a threat that was too far away.
    “He’s in the doorway.”
    “Call the cops. You pull your gun on that motherfucker right fucking now, and you keep it on him until they get there. I’m coming to find you.” He paced with jerky movements, searching for the place where he’d cast his jeans aside.
    “Ash. Stop.”
    There. He grabbed them from