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wants to sleep with?”
    Carter’s laugh was a hollow one. “We’re not two strangers who ended up in a hotel room. And the truth is, I don’t know if I can have no-strings-attached sex with you, Cherish. Deep down… I want strings with you.”
    I shook my head as the knife twisted in my heart. “You keep making this more and more difficult.”
    “It is difficult.” His frustration was evident and it gnawed at me. “No matter what I say or don’t say. No matter what I do or don’t do. This is a shitty position for us to be in.”
    Returning to the kitchen table, I set my bag and iPad on the polished wood surface and then stepped close to Carter. Staring up at him, I said, “Let’s leave it to Fate, shall we? Kiss me again, and if you don’t feel like dragging me off to the bedroom, fine. I’ll leave.”
    He laughed again. “We may as well head straight into the bedroom then.”
    “Okay.” I brushed passed him and crossed to the hallway.
    “Cherish.” He groaned, the frustration clearly mounting.
    I refused to give up on this idea, though. Yes, it would be hell in the end, when I knew exactly what it was like to kiss Carter and make love with him, and to know I’d only have this one time with him. But hell was better than having the life sucked out of me if I didn’t take advantage of this opportunity.
    Stepping over the threshold of his bedroom, I experienced the kind of breathless exhilaration reserved for the most significant moments of one’s life. A long-awaited kiss. The first day on a dream job. An anticipated marriage proposal. The birth of a child.
    In the back of my mind, I had qualms about what I was doing, because I knew there would be substantial emotional repercussions. But I was willing to keep the dark thoughts tucked away as excitement eclipsed the dread inherent to the realization that, come tomorrow, Carter would be nothing more than a past lover.
    I kept my heels on, for obvious reasons, but was pulling my dress over my head when Carter joined me. I stood before him, wearing nothing more than a red satin strapless bra, a matching thong and the peek-a-boos.
    He sucked in a sharp breath, then let it out harshly. “There’s no turning back now. I couldn’t resist you if I tried.” His searing gaze roved slowly over my body, his look so hot, I felt branded.
    A scintillating thrill shimmied down my spine at the thought. I reached for the flap of his dress shirt and released the row of buttons from their holes, and freed the hem from the waist of his suit pants. He quickly removed his gold cufflinks from the sleeves and placed them on the dresser. Then he stripped off his shirt and it was all I could do not to pounce on him.
    Electrifying sensations zapped all my erogenous zones at the sight of him—and he wasn’t even completely naked. He had broad shoulders and a wide chest. His torso was impeccably sculpted, with well-defined pecs, corrugated abs and rock-hard biceps. His toned muscles were covered with smooth, tanned skin. The man gave all-new meaning to the term tall, dark and handsome.
    I couldn’t resist touching him. Flattening my palms against his chest, I stared up at him and said, “You are breathtaking, Carter Davis.”
    He chuckled, though it sounded strained. His hands covered mine and he bent his head to kiss my forehead.
    “We’re playing with fire,” he said in a dark tone. “You know that, right?”
    I nodded. “This is very dangerous. I’m already anticipating a broken heart, but this isn’t a water faucet I can turn off. I want you. Badly. And that’s not going to just go away because I tell it to.”
    His jaw tightened for a moment. “I don’t want to break your heart, Cherish.”
    “I won’t blame you, I promise. It’s not your fault I’ve had a crush on you since high school.”
    With narrowed eyes, he said, “I didn’t know.”
    “What would have been the point of telling you? You had tons of girlfriends. I certainly couldn’t have competed