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he had any other choice?
    Cori slid her body down onto his and Dylan did everything he could not to roll his head back, close his eyes and revel in the warmth and familiarity of her body. Blocking out old memories, Dylan gripped her hips and held her in place.
    Cori’s mouth came down on his and he started moving beneath her. Her bare chest rubbed against his. Dylan slid his hands up her curves and around to her back where he pulled her tighter against him. He tore his mouth from hers to focus on those breasts she kept taunting him with.
    Her body arched as if she not only knew where his mind had headed, but she’d been craving his touch as well. His tongue flicked over one peaked nipple. Cori gripped his shoulders as her hips bumped against his faster and faster.
    Dylan palmed both breasts as he moved his lips back up her throat to find her mouth readily available. Her knees clenched in at his sides and even if he hadn’t been intimate with her before, he’d know she was close. Her body had quickened, as had her breathing, and soft groans were slipping from between her sultry, full lips.
    Allowing his hands to move back to her hips, he held her down on his lap and took control, shoving his hips up and down until her body clenched around him. He couldn’t help it—he watched her face as she climaxed. Biting her lip, throwing her head back and moaning was all it took, and Dylan could no longer hold his own release back. He thrust once more and let go, still gripping her hips to hold her right where he wanted, needed her to be.
    Her forehead rested against his and they remained locked together until she shifted and eased carefully off his lap. Neither one said a word as they searched for their clothes. He found her sports bra and handed it to her, then pulled his boxers and shorts on.
    “You okay?” she asked.
    He glanced up from buttoning his shorts and saw worry on her face. Hell no. He wasn’t having any of that.
    “I’m fine,” he told her. “You?”
    A sad smile flirted around the corners of her swollen, moist mouth. “I’m not quite sure what to say here.”
    “This was bound to happen. Seriously. You’d been in town less than a day and we’d already kissed, so sex was inevitable.”
    “You’re pretty sure of yourself,” she told him, propping her hands on her hips. “You think I’m that easy?”
    Actually, he thought he was that bad at self-control.
    “I never thought of you as easy, Cori. Then or now.”
    She stared at him and finally nodded. “I know things are weird between us, I just don’t want them to be worse now.”
    Dylan chuckled. “They won’t be worse. Apparently the sex is the one point on which we seem to get along.”
    “But we can’t do that anymore.”
    “No.” He watched as the ocean breeze lifted her hair from her bare shoulders and sent it dancing. “Do you need me to walk you home?”
    “No, I’ll be fine.”
    He started to take a step forward, but stopped himself. “You’re not going to go run more, are you? Because I’m exhausted and I can’t go in knowing you’re out here.”
    Cori rubbed her arms and grinned. “I promise I’m going home. I think I got all the workout I need. Good night, Dylan.”
    “’Night, Cori.”
    She started to turn, but stopped. “It’s Corinne.”
    He held her gaze without blinking. “Not to me.”
     
     
    Corinne hated when reality smacked her in the face. Not that she was some pampered diva or thought she deserved better than others, but because swallowing your pride and bearing all your hurt and failures for others to see was miserable.
    She pulled on her nicest Italian-cut suit in a shade of a deep plum. The lines were literally tailor-made for her as the designer had been one of her very good friends. Turning side to side in front of the floor-length mirror in her old bedroom, Corinne smoothed a hand down her suit jacket and hoped she didn’t look like a moron out there hitting the streets looking for a job.
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