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you again.”
    He sank his lips into the crook of her neck and sucked at it.
    “Me too,” she admitted on a gasp of pleasure, unable to stop the confession from rolling off of her tongue.
    He hooked his thumb under the strap of her sheer camisole and slid it off one shoulder, baring the top of her breast.
    Callie heard herself crying out his name as she let her neck fall back and pressed her breasts into his eager mouth.
    In five seconds flat she forgot everything – that she was a good girl, that she hardly knew him, that she was the kind of woman who had a good time in an actual bed, not standing in her storeroom. All she cared about was the feel of his lips and tongue and teeth on her breasts, the way his light stubble felt sandy against her soft skin, the way his hands were cupping her butt cheeks, molding her hips into his hardness like he owned her.
    She yanked his jacket off of his shoulders and threw it on the floor as her tongue mated frantically with his. Needing to touch his naked skin more than she needed to breathe, she pulled his shirt out from his pants, finally sighing with pleasure when her fingers found the warm, rippling muscles on his back.
    With his foot, Derek slammed the door shut and spun them around, pressing Callie up against it. She felt his hardness, still covered by his wool slacks, press into her panties, which were already wet with her need. The wool felt rough and scratchy through the thin silk of her panties.
    Desperate for release, she ground her hips into his.
    “Go on, sweetheart,” he urged her.
    She opened her eyes and looked into his, dark with passion.
    Passion for her.
    Undone by his desire, she threw her head back as her climax started to take her over, one heavy pulse of pleasure at a time as his mouth found the wildly beating pulse in her neck.
    One touch, then two and she was completely lost, exploding against him, and then somehow her legs were around his waist and he was sliding into her, sure and fierce. She found his lips again, wanting to show him how much she loved the way she felt when he was touching her.
    “Callie,” he groaned, her name sounding like worship, and all of her visions from the sleepless night before merged with their sweaty sex in the refrigerator and the tequila shots and her rubbing herself in the shower dreaming of Derek.
    Her inner muscles clenched around him and she cried out into his mouth, his tongue pumping in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that he was thrusting into her.
    “Miss Callie?”
    A small voice from the hallway was calling out her name and Callie tried to get her brain, her mouth, to respond, but Derek got there first.
    “Callie will be out in a minute.”
    Her legs were shaky and she felt so helpless all of a sudden that she stood completely still while Derek righted her clothes.
    Pushing her hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ears, he said, “You blow my mind, sweetheart.”
    Callie blushed at her out-of-control need for him and bent down to pick up his jacket so that she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. She handed it to him and he quickly threw his condom in the trash, then rearranged his own clothes, stepping back from the door to give Callie room to open it.
    Jonah, a ten–year-old whose mother owned a gift shop on the other end of Main Street, poked his woolen capped head into the storeroom.
    He beamed when he saw Callie.
    “My mom needs a box of truffles for her store and she sent me over here to see if you could give me some before we open. I sure am glad you’re here or else I’d have to ride my bike all the way down here again later.”
    Walking through the doorway on shaky legs, she ruffled Jonah on the head.
    “Oh no, Jonah. I’d hate for you to have to ride your bike all the way down Main Street. Again.”
    Callie heard the trembling behind her teasing words and hated herself for it. She was sure that Derek could hear it too.
    Why, she wondered, couldn’t she be calm, cool, and