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owed her an apology, which he’d give her if she ever spoke to him again. She certainly didn’t seem to be in the mood to return any of his calls. So much for the talk she promised him they’d have. How did she expect to work things out if she refused to talk to him?
    Had the sex been so bad that she couldn’t even face him now? Had he been so bad? It shouldn’t matter to him, but every time he thought about her now, he ached. His cock had been semi-hard since he’d left her house, and now, thinking about her under him, screaming his name and clawing at his back, had it standing at full attention. He pressed his hand to his erection, wanting to ease the throbbing, but at the same time, he couldn’t let himself. How the hell was he supposed to reconcile what he wanted to do with what he’d done?
    A big believer in monogamy, he’d never really understood what possessed some men to be driven solely by the act of sex. He’d had his fair share of one-night stands, but they always left him feeling empty. Cold. He usually preferred spending time with a woman outside of the bedroom before they ventured into that territory. He understood now. It was all about passion. Heat. The driving need to take . No woman had ever made him insane, but Andrea was pushing him toward insanity, and he hadn’t even seen her in days.
    With a frustrated sigh, he grabbed his water bottle from a nearby shelf and downed the last half of the cold liquid in one gulp. Wiping his hand across the back of his neck, he made his way upstairs. He would have to find a way to get a certain woman off his mind if he planned to make it through the week at work. There, if he even looked at her funny, he risked not only his own job, but hers too. As much as he wanted her, there was only one solution to the problem. They would have to go back to being just friends, like they’d been for the last five years. There really was no other way.
    In the shower minutes later, with the hot water beating on his back and steam clouding the air around him, he lost his resolve. He might not be able to have her again, but he needed some form of relief if he expected to be able to concentrate. He gripped his cock in his hand, pretending Andrea’s fingers were surrounding him instead. No, not her fingers. Her sex. Yeah, that was what he needed. Andrea lying on her back, legs parted, a welcoming smile on her face.
    The wet heat of her had fit him so tight, pulling him in, drawing him deeper with every thrust. She’d been damned sexy, her hands and lips everywhere she could reach. Those soft moans she made when she was close to coming had been almost enough to drive him over the edge. Jesus. The woman was so hot she could turn him on without even being in the room. Why had he not realized how attracted he was to her? He’d been a complete idiot to keep her at arm’s length all this time.
    He tightened his fist and closed his eyes, getting into the fantasy. He bucked his hips. The vision shifted until Andrea was kneeling in front of him in the shower, the wet strands of her hair wrapping around his legs as she wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his cock. She worked him in and out of her mouth, cupping his balls in her other hand, squeezing gently as she sucked him off.
    She glanced up at him, a seductive smile in her eyes as she worked his erection harder. Soon he was moving his hips in time with her mouth, forcing his cock deeper every time she sucked him in. It wasn’t long before he came—then his fantasies of Andrea disappeared as cold, hard reality washed over him as his cock softened in his hand. He’d never get the chance to have Andrea on her knees in front of him. Hell, he’d be lucky if she didn’t slap him the next time she saw him. He’d been a first-class ass, and no matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t think up a decent excuse for his behavior.
    He sank to the shower