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My fantasies didn't do him justice. My own fingers could never compete with the feel of his tongue between my legs, eating my pussy.

He slides a finger inside me, then two. Long, strong fingers that know exactly where to touch to make me weak.

I'm near the edge of an orgasm, my muscles clenching, body ready to unravel, but he stops, pulling his fingers out of me, the air cool against the flesh wet from his tongue. I nearly scream.

"I've been imagining this since the night at the restaurant," he says, his voice husky and eyes filled with desire.

I don't want to admit the same, so I remain silent, still poised on the edge of climax, body reluctantly unwinding.

He stands, rubbing himself against me as he does, his cock pressing against his jeans so hard I worry it will break open the zipper. "I need you," he says, then he puts an arm around my shoulder and another under my knees and picks me up, carrying me into the bedroom.

I feel light, sexy, safe, and so fucking horny I will surely die if he does not finish what he started.

He lays me gently on the bed and peels off my panties, then moves his hands up my body, freeing my breasts from my bra. Standing back, he admires me for a moment, and I spread my legs, giving him full view of everything I'm offering.

"This is going to be difficult if you don't take off some clothes," I say. "We're not having movie sex. Real life fucking requires some skin-to-skin contact."

He smiles, and it lights up his face, softening the strong jaw, and that smile undoes me.

"Patience, darling. I'm memorizing you first."

But I'm not a patient girl, so I move between his legs and unbutton those jeans that don't look like they can take much more cock. Once he's free, I take him into my mouth, and it's his turn to moan and grab my hair. I suck deeply, stroking his base, running my fingernails gently over his balls as I move my mouth around his huge cock. It fills my mouth, and I can't take him all the way in, but I try. I can tell it drives him crazy.

And then I stop, just as I can feel pressure building for him.

He looks down at me, a glint in his eyes, and I smile sweetly. "Sucks, doesn't it? Horny yet?"

Without a word, he pulls off the rest of his clothes, and I realize I'd forgotten just how fucking gorgeous this man is. I'm not a shallow person. There's more to a guy then just his looks or cock size. But come on, we can be honest with each other. The fact that he's sculpted like Adonis isn't exactly a drawback, you know?

He pushes me to the bed, but I want control this time. I flip him over and straddle him, my tits brushing against his mouth as I rub my pussy against his cock without letting him fill me. The teasing is hard on us both. I want him just as badly as he wants me, but I also want him to suffer, just a little.

I smile, biting my lip, as I take him in just enough to make him groan and clutch my hips with his hands. Holding myself above him with my legs, I move up and down, fucking just the tip of his cock as we hold eye contact.

"You're evil, you know that?" he says through clenched teeth. I can tell he's using all his self-control not to shove his hips into mine and impale himself in me fully. I admire his restraint.

Mine is fading. I want to feel him. All of him.

"Serves you right," I tell him. And then I sink onto him, taking every inch of his hard cock into me. One smooth motion that makes us both cry out.

He's so goddamn big he stretches me, and it feels incredible. I enjoy being in control like this, riding him, moving my hips and my body as he matches me with his rhythm, his hands still on my waist. We slam into each other, our eyes locked together, our bodies moving as one.

I thought we'd just start in this position and then change, but there's a chemistry here that neither of us wants to break. It's not just the physical pleasure of feeling him inside me. The way our bodies are connected, the way we are getting lost in each other... I don't want it to end.

I slow my movements, riding him with less urgency to make this moment last longer. My mind is filled with only him, us, this moment, and I am his completely.

When we come, it is as one, and I am remade in that moment, remade into someone new. Remade into someone who can't imagine not seeing Sebastian Donovan again.

Laying here with him like this, with actual memories together during periods of sobriety, I am beginning to imagine a future with this man. Something more than just sex. And I can't believe I'm about to admit this, but I think I'm going to take his offer. I'll put aside the annulment and date him for the summer. After that, well, we can cross that bridge then, if a summer hasn't blown it into bits and pieces.

"I have one condition," he says.

I have no idea what he's talking about. I lift my head off his chest and stare into his cobalt blue eyes. "What?"

"To signing the annulment papers. I have a condition."

My heart skips a beat. It's like he can read my mind; only if he could, he wouldn't be offering to sign the papers now. I feel… sad. It's silly, I know. This is really what I want. Even if we are truly meant to be, which I'm totally not convinced of yet, that doesn't mean I want to start our life off with a drunken elopement I can't remember. Still. There's sadness. Shut up about it, okay?

"What's your condition?" I sit up in bed, naked and unashamed. I never got the point of being shy after someone's already seen you naked.

"I still want the summer," he says. "With you. A one hundred percent commitment. At the end of the summer, we'll call it quits if you still want to."

I pause. It's basically the same deal, so why are we even talking about this?

He sees the question in my eyes and smiles. "I'm not an asshole, Kacie. You can get the annulment with or without my signature, but I don't want you thinking I'm trying to coerce you into anything. You can still say no, even now. I just hope you won't."

"I’m afraid I can’t be what you want and need," I tell him honestly. "You're ready for the marriage and kids, which makes sense. You've got your career and your life pretty well defined. Me? I'm not even close. I'm still a mess trying to piece together the life I want. I'm not ready to give it all up, even for someone as amazing as you."

He smiles. "I'm amazing, huh?"

I throw a pillow at him. "Is that all you took out of what I just said?"

He sits up and faces me. "No. I hear you. But I'm not sure I understand. I'm not asking for kids. Yet. I'm not asking you to give up anything. I'm just asking for you."

My heart beats wildly, and I want to throw myself at him, but I know who I am and what I'm capable of. And I know what this decision would cost me. "My mom thought she could have it all. So did my sister. But as soon as they got married, they got pregnant, and who do you think had to make the sacrifices to take care of the kids or cook dinner or clean house or stay home with sick kids? Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and my sister, but I don't want to be them."

He shakes his head. "I'm not asking that of you."

"I know you don't think you are, but this," I flap my arms around between us, "whatever this is, it's not casual, is it? We got married our first night together. I don't remember how or why, but I've been drunk before and never ended up married. And I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop imagining you in my life. It scares the hell out me. You're a doctor. I plan bachelor parties. Whose career do you think will trump whose when we have kids and one of us has to stay home? Mine, obviously, because saving the lives of children is way more important than planning parties, and I can't be with someone whose life will always trump mine."

"My career will never trump yours. And we can have this without the kids. They invented this thing called birth control; as a doctor, I assure you it's pretty effective. Just give it a shot, Kacie. Give us a shot. It doesn't have to lead anywhere you don't want it to."

I can't believe I'm about to say this, but… "Yes. Okay. Yes. I'll give you a summer."

I say yes, because how can I say no? I'd just obsess about him anyways, so I might as well spend time with him. Maybe we'll get sick of each other after a few weeks, and I can go back to the carefree business owner I was the night I met him.

But that fear is still in me. That fear that I will lose myself in this man and stop being everything that makes me Kacie Michaels. The fear that I will indeed become my mother, and once that happens, it'll already too late.

I can give him the summer, as promised.

But I'm not sure I can give him a lifetime.

This doesn't have to change me. It's just a casual dating relationship, that's all. If I keep telling myself this often enough, maybe I'll believe it. Maybe it'll even become true.

It's only been twenty-four hours since I've seen the sexy doctor, and I'm already acting like a teen with the worst crush of her life.

Vi snaps her fingers in my face. "Earth to Kacie. You going to join us at all tonight, or should we get you and your thoughts a private room?"

"Funny," I say, but I smile because she's right. I'm being an asshole. "What were we talking about?"

Vi sighs as only she can sigh. "Chad. Things are heating up between us. He's over at my place all the time. We're talking about moving in together."

My eyes widen, but our waiter comes to refill our drinks, so I keep my thoughts silent until he leaves. Tate has a date tonight with his new girlfriend, so Vi and I decided to make it a girls' night. Something we haven't done in a while. Contrary to what you might think, given our respective jobs, we're pretty tame for the most part. Tonight we're at a little Italian place we like to go to when we feel like living dangerously with carbs.

I look down at my plate, piled high with what has to be the best cheese ravioli and garlic bread in the universe. It's definitely a dangerous night. Especially since I also have my eye on the seven layer chocolate cake this place is famous for.

Once we're alone again, I give Vi my best shocked face. "You just met the guy. Isn't it a bit soon to move in together?"

She smirks at me. "Says the woman who married her date the first night."

"And look what a mess I'm in because of it."

She shoves a fork full of spaghetti into her mouth and chews for a few moments before speaking. "I'm not saying I'm doing it. But you have to admit, he's a pretty great guy."

I nod. "I'll give you that. And man, does he have a voice on him. He really should record an album."

"I've been telling him the same thing. He's nervous. He hasn't gotten much support from family, and he's worried he'll end up a failure if he pursues his music seriously."

I take another bite of my dinner and wash it down with a delicious red wine. I would have thought Vi would end up with someone strong, confident. Someone who could match her strength and wits. I know she likes to be the Dom at work, but I'm still surprised she seems to prefer that role in her romantic ties as well. It doesn't seem to fit her, but it's not for me to judge what should make her happy. Chad is a great guy. I got no red flags from him. "I hope he gets over that. I know it's hard to run in a different direction than your family wants you to. But it's our lives. We only live once, and we have to make the most of it."

"Unless reincarnation is true," she says, always the combative. "Then we get lots of chances."

"They don't count, since most of us can't really remember them," I counter.

When dessert is brought out, I'm so stuffed I can hardly breathe, but I am also committed to this cake and will finish it regardless of the gastrointestinal price I'll have to pay later.

"Where's Doctor Dreamy tonight?" she asks.

"Working."

As if on cue, my phone buzzes, and I look down at the text and blush.

I'm leaving work, and all I can think about is how tight your pussy felt around my cock last night. I need you. Soon.

I text back quickly, knowing I'm being rude to Vi, but I can't resist replying to him.

How soon are we talking?

Vi looks questioningly at my phone, and I grin. "He's done for the night," I explain.

Vi wags her eyebrows. "And I'm gathering by your pink cheeks that those aren't just regular texts?"

I squeeze my lips shut and look down as another text comes in.

Where are you right now?

"I don't know what you mean," I say, totally unconvincingly.

Out to dinner with Vi. And my panties are wet for you right now. I want to suck your cock again.

Vi reaches over and grabs the phone from me before I can stop her. Her eyes widen as she reads our sexting. "Oh, your husband-boyfriend is naughty."