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she was right there with him again, teetering on the edge of sanity.
    He hung his head, the perspiration beading on his temples. “It feels so amazing when you milk me like that.”  
    She loved that she could make him lose control the same way he made her restraint snap as soon as his cock slid home. “Harder, faster, please…”
    He leaned back and braced his hands on the headboard, ramming into her relentlessly until he finally came with a guttural cry that merged with hers.
    She reached up to brush his hair off his forehead and smiled. “Wow, just wow.”
    He shook his head, chuckling. “Yeah, my sentiments exactly.”
    “You must be exhausted.” She pulled him down into her arms, holding him as she stroked the damp hair at his nape.
    His breathing slowly returned to normal as he buried his face in her hair. “God, I…”
    She squeezed his shoulder, trying to sit up. She didn’t want to hear any more of his lies, uttered in the heat of a passionate moment. They’d already been there and done that, and she had no intention of going back to the way things were.
    “Where are you going?” he asked, pressing her back down into the bed.
    “I need to call a cab. I have an appointment early in the morning.”
    “You really think I’m going to let you leave right now?” He grinned. “Stay with me for a little while, sweetheart.” He kissed her temple. “Please?”
    She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and wake up in his arms, but that was just inviting trouble. It would be easier to just make a clean break now. “I really should go.”
    He rolled over and pulled her into his arms, spooning her as he kissed the curve of her neck.
    She closed her eyes with a sigh as she felt his cock slip between her ass cheeks. Ah, the hell with it. Having sex one more time wasn’t going to change anything.  
     
    Jenna opened one eye to look at the alarm clock. 8:10 a.m. She bolted upright in bed, trying to push aside the muscular arm and leg pinning her to the mattress. “Shit, I’ve got to go. I’m going to be late.”
    Mark groaned, burying his face in the pillow.
    No wonder he was tired; they’d stayed up half the night making love, correction, having sex.
    Once he started drizzling chocolate sauce all over her body and lapping it up, she accepted the fact that she wasn’t going home before they were finished satisfying their insatiable hunger for each other.
    She looked around, trying to remember where she’d left her clothes. Knowing him, he was hiding them to ensure she wouldn’t leave without saying good-bye. She smiled. There was a time when it wouldn’t have mattered to him because there was always someone waiting to take her place.  
    “Come here, beautiful,” he whispered, trying to pull her back down on the bed.
    She laughed, in spite of the neon reminder that she had only minutes to get ready and make it across town to meet her bridal party for their final dress fitting. “I can’t. I really have to go.”
    He released her, folding the pillow under his head as he rolled on his side to look at her. “Do you have a meeting with a client?”
    She glanced at him over her shoulder. Big mistake. He looked rumpled and sexy with his hair tousled and dark stubble masking his square jaw. Any woman would kill to be invited into his bed. “No, uh, it’s an appointment for a dress fitting.” She grabbed his discarded robe from the bottom of the bed and slipped into it, laughing when it swallowed her up.
    He grinned, stacking his hands behind his head. “Damn, I’d forgotten how good you looked in my clothes.”
    She would sometimes slip into his T-shirts when they were watching TV or making breakfast together on a lazy Sunday morning. But those times were few and far between. Their relationship was punctuated with late night booty calls and last-minute plans. Neither one of them fooled themselves into believing it was something it wasn’t, which made it easier for her to walk away when it was