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searching for my clothes in the dark before I had to look at him.
    The light clicked on behind me. “You’re leaving already?”
    “I have a commitment at nine o’clock tomorrow. Some errands to run before that. Laundry…” I rambled on, giving a hundred reasons why I couldn’t stay, none of which included the fact that I immensely enjoyed our time together and it scared the hell out of me.
    Wilder slipped a muscled leg out of bed and raked his hand through his chocolate hair. “God, it must be exhausting being you.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Do you ever just loosen up? Enjoy yourself a little?”
    I tugged my pants on. “Isn’t that what we just did?”
    “What we did,” he said with a smirk, “was the equivalent of lifting weights and then slamming an entire chocolate cake.”
    “I don’t follow.”
    “You can’t lose yourself in these sheets with me for an hour and then flip a switch and go right back to having a stick up your ass. Completely defeats the purpose.”
    “I’m not going to stay and cuddle with you.”
    He laughed. “Nor do I want you to. I’m not your boyfriend.”
    “Okay, so what’s wrong with me leaving?” I shrugged. “Besides, the longer I stay, the more things I might let slip about me, and we can’t have you getting to know me. I’d really hate to break your heart someday.”
    I threw him a wink and stepped away to grab my coat from the back of a chair. He didn’t hang it up that time, but at least he’d had the decency to keep it off the hotel carpet.
    Wilder shuffled across the room naked as the day he was born, like it was his preferred state, and stood before me.
    “I promise you, I’m incapable of falling in love with anyone,” he said, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. “You have nothing to worry about.”
    “What a relief,” I said, forcing a smile and hating the fact that I wanted to know more. I wanted to know who had hurt him as bad as Kyle had hurt me.
    “Let’s just be who we are,” he said. “You don’t have to be so guarded. We’re on the same page, you and me. Cut from the same cloth.”
    He reached for the curled ends of my silken hair, twisting a strand around his fingers before letting it fall.
    “Just don’t feel like you need to rush out every time I fuck you,” he said. “You can stay for a minute. Take your time getting dressed. Tell me how shitty your day was until you came to see me.”
    I hung my head. He had a point.
    “You kind of make me feel cheap,” he teased. “I’m insulted.”
    “Don’t tell me you’ve never been in my shoes before,” I said.
    He ran his fingers across his lips as if to zip them and twisted them at the corner, locking the secret away.
    “I’ll never tell,” he said. “Believe it or not, I’m not as big of a man whore as you think I am.”
    I fished around in my purse and pulled out my phone. “I better call for a cab now. I really need to get going.”
    “See you next Friday, lovely.”

 
     

    She was perfect. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect. Her ripe ass. Her perky breasts. The way she didn’t expect me to send her flowers after an amazing night of sex. The way she didn’t turn into an emotional ball of mush after I fucked her. She didn’t need to cuddle or be reassured that everything was cool with us. She didn’t cry or get weird or all sentimental.
    She let me dominate her naked, beautiful body, giving herself to me as we both enjoyed the hell out of ourselves.
    I’d been looking for someone like her for years. No muss, no fuss. No commitment. No expectations. No reverse psychology mindfuck bullshit.
    I was supposed to be able to fuck her sideways and not think about her again until the next week. I was supposed to go about my days like a man who got laid on a regular basis and didn’t give a fuck about where his next lay was going to come from because he already knew.
    But it didn’t happen like that. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The taste of her