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Suddenly, his heart hurt.
    “I’m
sorry,” he managed.
    “You
should be.”
    They
stared at each other for a long moment, and then she turned toward the door.
    “You’re
leaving?”
    The
words ripped out of him, and she turned back, eyes wide.
    “You
honestly think I’d stay?” she demanded, shocked.
    Jack
sighed, “No, but I wish you would.”
    With
a groan for his tired muscles, he flopped down on the bed, savoring the soft
mattress against his abused body, feeling her eyes on him even with his own
closed.
    “I’m
bad at relationships, Molly, which is why I don’t do them.”
    The
truth was easier to get out with his eyes shut. He didn’t hear the door open
and slam again, and a kernel of hope blossomed in his chest.
    “You’ve
forgotten everything you learned in school, Jack. How are you supposed to get
better at something if you don’t practice? ”
    She
sounded frustrated, but less pissed. Jack peeled one eye open.
    “Maybe
I need a good teacher.”
    Molly
arched an eyebrow full of censure, but Jack couldn’t miss how her eyes roamed
his nearly-naked body, lingering on the rapidly swelling bulge beneath the
towel.
    “You
upset me today,” she admitted.
    “I
really am sorry. Look, maybe you should leave, because I don’t know that I can
give you any more than this.”
    “Maybe
I should.”
    She
didn’t move for a long moment, and then she stepped up to the bed. Jack’s
abdomen clenched as she trailed soft fingers along the ridges of muscle.
    “I
want you to spend the day with me tomorrow,” she said.
    “My
research – ”
    “Isn’t
going anywhere.”
    She
traced the flesh just above the towel and he shuddered in reaction.
    “Okay?”
    “Yes,”
Jack ground out and yanked her down on top of him, finding her mouth with
unerring accuracy.
    She
pulled back to nibble his lower lip.
    “Hotshot
Jack Roman. You’re so used to no one calling you on your shit that you’ve
forgotten what it’s like to take your medicine when you screw up.”
    She
rubbed her nipples, hard silk-covered pebbles, against his chest.
    “So
you’re going to lie here and let me play, and when I’m done, then I’ll
let you fuck me until morning. Got it?”
    Somehow
Jack managed a nod, and let her press his arms over his head. He wrapped his
hands around the bars of the headboard and prayed for willpower as Molly
scooted back to straddle his thighs and slowly started undoing the belt on her
robe.
     
    MOLLY
WAS TORN BETWEEN irritation, lust, and a surprising amount of sympathy. For all
of Jack’s brilliance, his incredible sexual prowess, and his keen insight into
lost cultures and humanity, the man had no idea how to deal with women. She
felt a little smug and not a little excited at the prospect of teaching him
everything he needed to know. After she fucked him senseless of course.
    What
are you doing, Molly Callahan? When you head home…
    Molly
squelched the inner tirade and focused on Jack’s body spread out before her
like a smorgasbord. His eyes were hot as he watched her slide the robe off her
shoulders and peel the nightgown over her head. She cupped her breasts and
rolled the nipples.
    “Do
you want to taste?” she purred, and he nodded eagerly.
    Molly
grinned.
    “Too
bad.”
    The
look on his face was priceless, and Molly stroked her hands down her body,
spreading her thighs wider and sliding two fingers between her thighs and into
her pussy, which was already pulsing for him.
    Jack
groaned, watching her finger-fuck herself, and Molly did her best to keep her
movements smooth and sensual.
    “If
you hadn’t been such a prick today, I’d let you do this. I spent half the day
thinking about all the things we didn’t get to last night,” she panted as heat
built and his cock tried to break through the terry cloth cinched around his
hips.
    “I
hope you made a list,” he growled, muscles tight, eyes fixed on the fingers
between her thighs.
    “It’s
a long one,” she said, and used her free hand to