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on the base of her spine, he guided her to
the exit. He caught Brody’s attention and nudged his head toward the parking
lot. Brody nodded as if he understood they were leaving.
    After they left the building and headed toward her vehicle,
frozen slush crunched under their shoes. Regardless of possibly slipping and
falling on her ass, in her present sexual fervor her feet moved too slowly.
    Just as they reached her SUV, she pressed the code on the
number panel to unlock the door. “Brent, can we leave your car here until
morning?”
    He pulled the door open and nudged his head inside. “Get
in.”
    She climbed over the console and settled into the
passenger’s side. “The keys are under the floor mat.”
    As soon as he started the engine and shifted levers to
adjust the area to his size, he reclined against the seat and gazed from her
thighs, trembling in their skimpy chiffon fabric, to her eyes. The halogen
lights from outside offered dim lighting inside the vehicle and she watched his
gaze, dark and intense, explore her face as if memorizing every detail. What a
huge man. Two inches came between the top of his head and the roof.
    Her belly stirred. If he didn’t get on the road soon, she
just might jump on his lap and fulfill the ache in her pussy.
    “Who’s the guy inside who eye-fucked you on the dance floor?”
    Jared? Ha, he eye-fucked her? It’s more than she’d gotten
from him in…who cared. It didn’t matter anymore.
    “Well?”
    Her gaze dropped to her lap where she fumbled with a coat
button. “I’d rather not—”
    “Annalee?” He reached across the console, took hold of her
chin and lifted her face. “Talk to me.”
    Reluctantly she met his gaze. “Please, Brent, not now. I
don’t want to ruin the evening.”
    “That isn’t possible.”
    Despite the delicate restraint he held on her chin, she
inhaled a deep, shoulder-lifting breath. “My ex-fiancé Jared. And the princess …ex-best
friend Willow.”
    “Recent affair?”
    “Yes.”
    He released her chin and cupped his fingers over the hand
fidgeting with the button. The calming effect eased all ill feelings she’d
harbored during the past thirteen days. The fact Jared and Willow were screwing
behind her back still hurt, but not as badly. She’d accepted the beating to her
pride and moved on with her life. What she couldn’t get past was the fact Jared
doubted her ability to fulfill his needs. It only made her feel like less of a
woman and incapable of pleasing a man. “I was engaged that day you called, but
by midnight, I became a single woman.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be.”
    “How long have they been involved?”
    “A couple months.”
    “Christ, Annalee. Why would you do that to yourself? You
deserve better than that.”
    Her gaze snapped up from her lap and she glared at him. “I
had no clue. Not until that night when I saw whip marks all over his body.”
    Brent raised a questioning brow.
    “Sexual obsessions. He calls them needing more . I was
clueless to those as well.” Now that she’d talked openly about them, she’d
never felt a bigger fool for making excuses for Jared’s aloofness rather than
investigating his dramatic change. Especially to Willow. “He presumed I was too
innocent to fulfill his desires, so he wanted to marry me and keep her on the
side. I can’t believe it.”
    Brent squeezed her hand. “You were engaged to the guy, how
could you not have known?”
    His skepticism raised the hair on the back of her neck. “Why
would I?” she snapped defensively.
    “Communication.”
    “Are you kidding? We never talked about sex.” Never talked
during sex either. Even when they used to spend entire days in bed, other than
switching positions, things stayed pretty simple.
    “It wasn’t obvious in his technique when making love to
you?”
    “My best friend kindly took over the receiving end of my sex
life.”
    “From the onset of the affair?”
    “Pretty much.” She glanced through the