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voice when I
excited him. He was always so focused, so in control. I loved that
about him, but I wanted to see if I could make him lose it.
    “When we fucked that first time, was it as
good as it was in your mind?” I asked.
    “Better.”
    I let out a small moan at his reply,
remembering how good it was.
    I had no idea what I’d gotten into then, and
I didn’t now. I was pinned up against the wall, with nowhere to
turn, except into him, and I knew he liked it that way. His hands
reached down to strip off my panties. I stepped out of them and
hitched one leg around his thigh, anxious to feel his flesh against
mine.
    “I thought about you, too,” I said.
    Rubbing his body against mine, he shifted his
hips until his cock stirred between my thighs, sliding between my
folds. His mouth met mine as he stroked against me, opening me for
him, and I gasped against his mouth.
    “You said no when I asked you out,” he
said.
    “I know. You were right. I had a lot going
on. But I wanted you to fuck me. Just like I do now.”
    Will groaned, lifting me off the ground with
both hands. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to
bed.
    ***
     
    The ring of my cell phone startled me out of
my memories of the night before Will left, and I almost knocked the
pile of paperwork off the small table I sat at in Lina’s Café.
Thoughts of that night had driven me crazy the past few weeks, and
I had big plans for us when his plane landed at LAX tonight.
    I snatched my phone off the table and
answered the call. A muffled voice over a loudspeaker made an
announcement in the background.
    “Hey,” Will said. The sound of his masculine,
deep voice sent a familiar shiver of excitement down my spine.
    “Where are you?”
    “Still at LaGuardia. My flight got
cancelled.”
    The long weeks we’d spent apart instantly got
longer at the news, but I stifled my disappointment. “Any idea when
you’ll be back?”
    “Everything’s booked. Tomorrow night.”
    “Okay.” I tried not to be selfish. After all,
he was the one stuck in New York another night, when for the past
week all he’d talked about was coming home.
    “I know we had plans.”
    “Did we ever,” I replied. He’d been so
focused on work that we hadn’t had so much as phone sex since he
left, and we had a lot of making up to do.
    “How about you let me make it up you?” he
suggested.
    “What did you have in mind?”
    “You free tomorrow night and all
weekend?”
    I stared at my laptop and thought about the
never ending pile of work awaiting me in the office. I thought
about the calls to clients I had to make, the meetings I needed to
prepare for, and the research I planned to do. I knew Will would
make it worth my while if I could rearrange my schedule. I cleared
my throat. “Nothing I can’t get done tonight and next week.”
    “Meet me in the bar in the Madigan Hotel in
Santa Monica tomorrow night at eight?”
    I’d off-handedly mentioned that I’d always
wanted to stay there, just to check it out. I was surprised he’d
remembered. “I think I can make that work.” I paused. “What should
I bring?”
    “Casual. Something to wear to dinner. A
bathing suit if you want. You won’t need much else.”
    I smiled at that admission, wondering what
this was all about. “This sounds like more than making tonight up
to me. What’s the occasion?”
    “Does there have to be an occasion?”
    “Not with you,” I replied. But knowing him, I
figured there probably was. “But is there?”
    A few seconds of silence followed on the
other end. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
    I wracked my brain to figure out what it
could be. He knew I had no patience. “Can’t you tell me over the
phone?”
    “No.”
    I knew begging wouldn’t do any good. “Fine.
Tomorrow at eight.”
    As I hung up, my friend Adrianne set a coffee
mug on the table and sat down across from me. I’d been so focused
trying to hear Will over the noise that I hadn’t even noticed her
come