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with a snappy comeback according to family and best friend, is stumped as to how the next minutes will play out.
    Mason thrusts open his door and steps out. Striding round the car, he opens mine and stands back, his arm thrown over the edge of the door, as if he doesn’t want to stand too close.
    I get out of the car. My legs feel weak from the depleted adrenaline and from the two powerful orgasms whose residual tremors move through me when I move.
    My eyes meet his and a small smile plays about his lips.
    “Shall we dispense with the awkward goodbyes? I have a cold shower to get intimately acquainted with.”
    My gaze drops to his crotch and sure enough, his cock is still hard and thick behind the fly of his jeans. My pussy clenches with renewed need, and the temptation to offer him relief hovers on my lips.
    I stop myself before it spills out, frown at my disconcerting emotions around this man and try to think of one of my famous but now oddly elusive comebacks.
    “Sure. Umm...have fun with that.”
    God. Really?
    A corner of his mouth crooks upward, but his eyes reflect a solemnity that cracks at something inside me. He watches me in silence and I can’t help fidgeting again.
    The man has given me two mind blowing orgasms, and I can’t find one word to say to him? Thank you seems odd and flippant. And despite the craziness with which our meeting started, I can’t flip him off either, no matter how richly deserving I think it is for him scaring me to death on our drive out.
    So I stand there, my eyes locked on his.
    Slowly, he comes toward me and stops. He traces a finger down my cheek, and I catch a faint scent of my sex on his fingers.
    “I wish I’d met you in another time,” he says with that strange look still lurking in his eyes.
    “I’m not sure I can say the same.”
    He looks at me for a long moment, then he nods. “Fair enough.”
    He leans in close, brushes his mouth against my cheek. “But just so you know, your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve tasted in a very long time,” he says in my ear. “I’m going to miss it.”
    He walks away before I can draw breath, his long, lean body disappearing around the house.
    I stay there, stunned, for almost five minutes before the sound of voices drifting from upstairs forces me to move.
    Luckily, I don’t encounter anyone as I hurry to my room. Disrobing, I see clear imprints of fingers on my breasts and thighs.
    Blushing, I slip on my nightie and hurry into bed. I fall asleep with my hand resting between my thighs, a sudden fear that unless I keep it there, the memory of what happened on that dead end road in Montauk will disappear forever.
    I wake to brilliant sunshine and my best friend’s curious stare.
    “We missed you last night. Where did you disappear to?” Bethany asks, her blue eyes full of curiosity as she steps forward and holds out the mug of coffee in her hand.
    I take my time sitting up and arranging the pillows behind me to buy myself time to respond. Bethany and I used to share everything, but since she became one-half of the powerful Savage couple, I’ve begun to feel as if burdening her with my mundane life and problems isn’t fair on her. Plus, the man behind my disappearance from the party last night happens to be a good friend of Zach Savage’s. Which makes this whole thing a little tricky.
    I take the coffee and blow on it before taking a sip.
    Bethany perches on the edge of the bed and eyes me. “I know that look. You’re thinking of how much to tell me, aren’t you?” she accuses with narrowed eyes. “What the hell happened after you stormed out of the kitchen? You had me really worried.”
    I shrug and try and smile my way through it. “Well, your Neanderthal friend found me.” 
    She frowns a little. “I don’t know him that well. I only met him one time before last night.”
    “So you know nothing about him?” I ask nonchalantly, even though my stomach knots with more than a little tension.
    “Very little, but