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“You can’t waste your life worrying about shit that may never happen.”

“You’re right.”

Nick tugs me against him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Just chill and watch some Andy Griffith with me. Everything will be okay, trust me.”

I rest my head against his chest and take a deep breath. “Thanks, Nick. I really hope you’re right.”

The next afternoon, I’m in the middle of frapping a mocha when my phone vibrates in my apron pocket. I dart into the backroom to answer my phone. It’s Michael.

I answer. “Hey.”

“Hey, honeybee. Sorry about last night. Can you come by the hotel tonight?”

The old, familiar endearment makes me smile. The first time he called me honeybee, we were on our third date. He’d taken me to the park for a romantic picnic lunch. Just as I’d sat down on the thin sheet he’d brought, I felt a sharp sting and I’d nearly jumped out of my skin. Twenty minutes later, I was so swollen that Michael had to take me to the emergency room — where we’d spent the rest of our date. Turns out, I’d been stung by a bee and was highly allergic. Go figure. Ever since, he’d called me honeybee.

“Sure, what time?”

“I have a late meeting, but I should be back at the hotel about nine. I’m in suite 1403.”

“Great.” I write the number down on a slip of paper. “See you then.”

With a smile, I shove my phone into my apron pocket and head back to the front area, humming all the way. Nick is right. Life is too short to worry about another heart–wrenching breakup that may never happen. For the first time in months, I allow myself to feel excited about seeing Michael again.

For the rest of my shift, my thoughts wander to what I’m going to wear and whether or not I should stop by my favorite lingerie shop on the way home.

“Yes, that one, definitely.” Avery is lying on my bed, flipping through one of my Marie Clare magazines. “You look hot.”

I stare at myself in the full–length mirror and wonder if the short red dress and plunging neckline is too much — even more so than the dress I’d worn last night. Nothing about this dress is subtle and I don’t want to look desperate. Desperate isn’t sexy. I want to look cool, confident and self–assured.

I twist to look at my ass in the mirror. “You don’t think it’s too slutty?”

Avery steals one of the hair ties off my nightstand and twists her blond hair up into a messy bun. She’s the only person I know who can wear a messy bun and no–make–up and still look breathtaking. “Why are you even going out with this douche? Didn’t he cheat on you or something?” she asks.

I blow out a breath. “I don’t know that actually. Some girl called me to tell me she was screwing him, but he says she was just trying to break us up because he’d turned her down.” At the time, it was just too much for me to take in. I wasn’t sure whom to believe so I did the only thing I could. I ran away to New York.

“So, what’s this about?” She sweeps her hand up, then down again, indicating my dress. “Do you want him back or is it a revenge thing or what?”

I shrug as I grab my black heels from the bottom of my closet and slip them on. “A little bit of both, maybe.”

“Whatever.” I can hear the disapproval in her voice. She tosses the magazine aside and rises from the bed. “Just don’t get your heart broken again.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

CHAPTER TWO

By the time I hail a taxi
and walk into the hotel lobby, it’s almost ten o’clock. My heels click on the polished marble floor as I approach the bank of elevators and press the up arrow. As I step into the elegant elevator car, I take in a deep breath.

This is it — the first time I’ll be seeing Michael in the six months since leaving Michigan and my heart feels like it will erupt out of my chest. Despite my best efforts, I was never quite able to evict him from my head…or my heart.

The hallway of the tenth floor is empty as I make my way to suite 1403. I lift my hand to knock, but the door is already opened a crack, so I slip into the darkened room. There’s a lamp on in the corner of the living area, casting the room in a pale amber glow — just enough light to see by. I make my way to the bedroom, and see a dark figure lying in the massive bed.

Michael.

I pause and wonder if I should tiptoe my way out, leaving him to sleep. He’s been working long hours and I should let him rest, but when will he be back in New York? Next year, maybe?

Approaching the bed, I stare at him for a minute, a knot of anxiety balled in my stomach. What if I try to kiss him and he pulls away? What if I totally misread his reasons for wanting to see me? I don’t think I could take the rejection from him. It would be too humiliating.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I force those thoughts away. This is my chance to see if Michael and if anything about our failed relationship is salvageable, I’m going to take it — even if it ends up emotionally scarring me in the end.

Kicking off my heels, I slither out of my dress — until I’m wearing only my lacy bra and panties — and slide beneath the thick covers. His warm body beckons me and I trail my hand across his hard, muscular torso. He’s more toned than I remember, his six–pack more defined. He must be working out. It’s sexy as hell and I moan in approval.

Sliding my hand lower, I find the waistband of his pajama bottoms and slip my hand beneath the elastic. He’s already hard. I take his thick cock into my palm and whisper in his ear, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

He’s awake in seconds. With a low, predatory growl, he flips me over, onto my back and presses his erection against my core. He wants me just as much as I want him, and the realization is heady. His lips are on me, all over me, licking and nipping all the way down my neck to my chest. Roughly, he pulls my bra down, exposing my breasts. His hot mouth latches onto my nipple and I almost come right there.

Holy fuck, his mouth feels so good.

Dipping his hand beneath my panties, he finds my wet core, and slowly slides one finger into me. I suck in a breath as my fingernails rake up his back. The sensation of him filling me is exquisite. I want more. I want his cock inside me.

“Please.” I lift my hips, searching for more of that delicious friction. “Oh, God.”

He chuckles against my breast as his finger moves inside me, his thumb brushing over my swollen clit. His strokes are slow and agonizing, pushing me to the brink, then pulling me back again. I need to come. I’m desperate for it. But just when I think I’m close, he changes his rhythm, drawing out my torment.

I close my eyes and arch my back, pressing my breast deeper into his hungry mouth. And just when I think the pleasure can’t intensify, he presses another two fingers into me. I buck against his hand as he pushes deeper into my channel. It’s too much. My head thrashes from side to side and my hands fist the sheets. I can’t think. I can’t cry out. All I can do is
feel
as an intense orgasm slams into me. Hot waves of pleasure course through my veins, spreading throughout my entire body, making me gasp. I’ve never felt anything like this and it’s all I can do not to cry out.

I feel him pull out of me and his lips quickly brush against my forehead. “Now, my dear, I’m going to fuck you,” he growls into my ear.

I almost jump out of my skin when I realize the voice growling in my ear is deep, seductive… accented — and most definitely
not
Michael’s.

CHAPTER THREE

I scramble out from under him and
search blindly for the lamp on the nightstand. I find the switch and turn it on, flooding the room with bright white light. The second I turn back toward the man who just finger fucked me, I feel faint.

A pair of pale blue eyes is staring back at me.

“Cole,” I breathe in shock as I scramble to pull up my bra. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“This is my room,” he says evenly. “I should be asking you the same thing.”

I shake my head as I pull the sheet up to cover me. “This is Michael’s room. He called me this afternoon.” Was it possible I’d written down the wrong room number? “This is suite 1403, right?”

Cole’s eyes narrow at the mention of Michael’s name. “Is that who you were meeting last night?”

“Yes,” I almost scream. Holy Hell. What have I just done? “I have to go.”

I move to dart off the bed but he leans over and places one hand against the headboard, just above my head, trapping me. The scent of him surrounds me, and despite my rising panic, I actually suck in a lungful of air. He smells so good — just a hint of cologne and something musky. Sweat maybe. Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re here, Lexi.”

I’m a little taken back by the accusation in his voice. All my defenses are suddenly up. “I told you, I thought this was…” My words trail off as a thought comes to mind. “How is it that you happen to be in this room?” My eyes narrow. “Did you plan this?”

He leans back, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He says nothing. Of course he doesn’t. If anyone needs to explain, it’s me. I’m the one who snuck into his room and grabbed his cock. There’s no possible way he could have known I would come here to see Michael tonight.

I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have accused you. I’m just freaked out.”

I’m still trying to absorb everything that’s happened.

He leans forward to lift my chin. Our gazes collide and for a second, my breath catches in my throat. There’s something about this man that causes every rational thought to flee from my brain.

“Maybe it’s fate,” he growls. “I meant what I said last night. I want to take you to the edge, Lexi. I want to show you the pleasure of surrendering to your darkest fantasies.”

Oh, Jesus. The way he says those last two words makes my channel pulse with need.

Then I remember the woman from last night, the woman who couldn’t keep her hands off him. “And what would your girlfriend say about that?”

He lifts an elegant brow in question.

“The woman from last night…” I clarify. “The blond who couldn’t keep her hands off you…”

I assume that’s who he was waiting for tonight. The door had been left open for someone and he didn’t seem the least bit surprised to have a half–naked woman wake him up out of a dead sleep.

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