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  I smiled. More wine. “That’d be nice.” I could already feel my tipsy buzz receding and I was going to need some liquid courage. Without it I might get scared and run to protect my battered heart.

  This was the right thing to do. I needed closure, and I wasn’t going to get it by avoiding him. I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t go through with this and find out for sure what it was between us that kept drawing me back in.

  He pulled the car to a stop in front of his apartment. I didn’t know New York City very well, but the building his apartment was in looked very nice. It was understated, like his car, but it had a quiet aura of luxury to it.

  I liked grown up Cameron more than I’d expected. I’d never cared for men who felt a need to be flashy and show off. Cameron wasn’t embarrassed to be rich, but he didn’t need to make sure everyone knew it, either. I hoped I could manage my money as gracefully as he did. Maybe I should ask him for pointers. And would you do that before or after the sex? I asked myself. I told myself to shut up and accepted Cameron’s hand as I stepped out of the car.

  “Roger.” Cameron nodded to the doorman.

  “Mr. Richmond,” the doorman said back.

  Wow, he knew his doorman by name. I was impressed.

  Cameron led me to the elevator. I was nearly jumping out of my skin, I was so nervous. I was going back to Cameron Richmond’s apartment. It was like some kind of dirty fantasy.

  Was I sure this was a good idea? I no longer cared. My arm brushed against his as we stood in the elevator and pure electricity jolted through me.

  Cameron led me into his apartment and I was even more impressed than I expected to be. Sure, it was a bachelor pad done up in masculine colors with a glowing wood floor that didn’t have a single rug on it, but it was also clean. I’d been expecting dirty clothes flung about and empty pizza boxes left on the table. There was none of that here. The place was immaculate.

  I wandered into the apartment and noticed that the leather couches didn’t have a single throw pillow on them. Okay, it was obvious that no woman lived here, but it was still a long way from the Dallas kid who prized his Ford truck. There was nothing of the obnoxious frat boy in this apartment.

  Cameron really was all grown up. I’d been so busy hating him I’d forgotten to notice. I was mad at myself for having held that grudge for so long. I wasn’t the same person I’d been back in college. Why had I thought Cameron would be?

  I wandered to the floor to ceiling windows that made up one wall of the apartment.

  “This view is gorgeous,” I said. I could see the city laid out glittering in front of me. Cars inched by so far below they looked like toys I could reach down and pick up with one hand.

  “It’s the reason I picked this apartment,” Cameron said. He handed me a glass of red wine.

  I took a sip. Delicious. I decided to drink this one much slower than the ones at the restaurant.

  “You’ve changed,” I said. “I never pictured you living in a place like this.”

  Cameron nodded. “I’m not the boy I used to be. I want the chance to show you how much I’ve changed.”

  I looked up into his dark eyes and my heart beat so hard I was sure he could hear it.

  “I’d like that,” I whispered. “I want to know this new Cameron better. Tell me what you’ve been doing these last ten years.”

  He took my hand and led me to the sofa. I sank into the plush seat. He sat facing me with our knees touching. The contact was a warm reminder of my attraction to him.

  “It’s been what you’d expect. College, law school, working crazy hours at a big New York firm until I could get enough clients to make partner, then working even more hours.” He smiled and squeezed my hand. “I’m the youngest partner the firm has ever had. I like to think that means I’m good at my job.”

  “You are good,” I said. He had earned my respect over that negotiating table. He didn’t care about playing games and bullshit. We were very much alike in that respect.

  “What about you?” he asked. “How have your ten years been?”

  I paused. He had to know some of this. I wasn’t oblivious to the fact that my family had been filling him in on my life, even though I had told them not to.

  I wanted to tell him my version of the story. The world as seen through Dylan Butler’s eyes instead of through the eyes of her brother and prying mother.

  “I thought I wanted out of Dallas back when I was in college. Okay, I was crazy to get out. I wanted to go to business school somewhere exciting, like New York City or California.” I laughed at myself. I was in New York City right now. Funny how that worked out. “It didn’t work out that way, though. Every time I tried to leave I always ended up homesick. Texas is my home. I don’t know how to live anywhere else.”

  I caught my breath. He was watching me intently as he listened. Normally this was the point where the guy would look bored and I’d apologize for rambling on, but Cameron was different. He wanted to hear what I had to say.

  I cleared my throat. “It was a good thing I got back home when I did. Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer not long after I got back. She went through a hell of a fight, and my company was amazing with letting me stay in Texas instead of shipping me off to one of their other offices like they usually do with new hires. I tried to pay them back by working as hard as I could, and it has paid off for me. Now that Mom is in remission I can travel and take on big projects. I’m almost… It’s getting better.” I almost told him about my promotion, but that would be bringing business into the night. On some level, he was still the other side and I didn’t want him to know how important this deal was for me for me.

  I took a deep breath. “I wasn’t sure I’d be okay for a while, but I’m good now. Life is definitely looking up. How about you? Are you happy, Mr. Youngest Partner Ever?”

  He smiled and rubbed his thumb along my hand. “Yeah, it’s crazy, but I’m enjoying it. In fact, I’m enjoying it even more right now.”

  He leaned forward and kissed me. His lips pressed softly against mine, and a silent question hung between us.

  It was a question I already knew the answer to. I kissed him back, and it was even better than before.

  Chapter 8

  Cameron

  I couldn’t believe how sexy she was. It felt so good to have her mouth on mine. The taste I’d gotten of her this morning wasn’t enough.

  I ran my fingers through her hair. “I want you,” I whispered against her ear.

  She gasped. “Cam.”

  “Is that a yes?” I kissed my way across her chin to help influence her decision.

  “Oh, hell yes.” Dylan laced her fingers through my hair and yanked my lips to hers for another kiss.

  I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled her to me. She threw her leg around my waist and then she was straddling me as our kiss grew hotter. The firm ridge of my erection pressed against her center and she let out a little moan.

  Kissing Dylan wasn’t like kissing anyone else. She was fire between my hands and she never stopped moving. Her hands were in my hair, then on my chest, then raking across my shoulders. Dylan wanted everything, and I was happy to give it to her.

  With other women at some point it would stop being about an individual and just be sex. It hadn’t been like that with Dylan ten years ago, and it wasn’t like that now.

  I never could forget that it was Dylan. She wasn’t just another woman to me. She was a woman I’d cared about for so long I couldn’t picture a world where I didn’t care about Dylan. Her opinion of me mattered in a way that no one else’s ever would.

  That was why I’d needed to win her back so badly. I couldn’t feel comfortable in my success and believe I’d really become a good man until Dylan believed it.

  I was insane. There was no way it could be healthy to put so much stock in the thoughts of one woman, but, well, she was Dylan.

  I grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it up over her head. Dylan pulled it over her
arms and wiggled out of it. Her hair tumbled down in a dark cascade.

  She was gorgeous. Ten years had been very good to her body. She’d grown out of all her awkwardness and found a boldness about her looks. She was sexy and she knew it. It was a hot as hell combination.

  I ran the pads of my thumbs across her soft skin. “You are incredibly beautiful,” I said inadequately.

  “Thank you.” Dylan shook her head and her hair danced around us.

  I growled and kissed her again. Her lips were soft and perfect against mine. Our mouths fused together in that perfect way as I tilted my head to devour her.

  Dylan tore at my shirt and managed to get the buttons undone. I helped her get my coat off then yanked my tie over my head. On a normal night I would have worried about where the expensively tailored clothes fell, but tonight I couldn’t be bothered to care.

  I had money. I could buy more clothes. I was only going to have so much Dylan. Tomorrow she’d get on a plane and be gone.

  “Let’s do this right,” I said. I tugged on her hand and managed to get to my feet. “Bed.” My head was reeling too hard to form complete sentences.

  Dylan laughed and fumbled at my pants. I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. Maybe I hadn’t become completely civilized.

  Dylan let out a shriek that turned to a giggle.

  Luckily this apartment wasn’t so big that my bedroom was far away. I carried her there and tossed her down on my bed. She looked perfect there, hair fanned out on the dark bed spread.

  She wiggled back further. “Should I worry about this comforter? Does it get much use?” She cocked an eyebrow provocatively at me.

  “If you’re asking if I bring women back to my apartment, the answer is no.” I kissed my way from her hips, to her belly, to her full breasts. “No one but you.”

  I’d liked keeping this apartment private, so I’d always gotten hotel rooms for any women I slept with. I hadn’t even considered doing that with Dylan. I wanted her here. I wanted to walk through this apartment every day and have the memory of Dylan standing by my windows, sitting on my couch, lying in my bed.

  I stretched myself over her. Dylan’s breathing was short and kept catching in her throat.

  I started from the top of her head, kissing her forehead and working my way down, across her eyes to her lips. I lingered there for a moment before continuing south. Her neck was scented with light, feminine perfume, and her shoulders were impossibly soft. I traced my fingers across the inside of her arms, then reached back and snapped her bra open. I pulled it off while she hummed with pleasure.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I said.

  Dylan sighed. “Keep talking.”

  Her nipples were pink and puckered like rosebuds. I rolled one between my fingers. “Gorgeous.”

  “Mmm.” Her head tilted back with pleasure.

  Lowering my head, I sucked one hard nipple into my mouth and tugged lightly with my teeth.

  Dylan groaned and raked her hands through my hair.

  I pulled my mouth away and caught my breath. “Sexy. Sensitive.”

  “Sensitive?” She sounded offended.

  I slid a hand down her stomach and brushed the soft skin just above the waist of her panties.

  Dylan gasped.

  I grinned. “Sensitive.”

  She slapped my shoulder but didn’t protest further.

  “I like sensitive,” I said. “It means you’ll respond when I do this.” I pulled her panties down and lowered my head between her thighs. She was so wet. I wanted to make her come so badly.

  She groaned and writhed on the bed as I slid two fingers inside her and circled her clit with my tongue. I set a teasing rhythm between the thrusts of my fingers and the flick of my tongue. Dylan’s hips bucked desperately against my mouth. Fuck that was sexy. Why was that so sexy?

  “Moremoremore,” she begged.

  I gave up my teasing and sucked her clit harder until she screamed my name and arched off the bed, an intense orgasm crashing through her. My chest swelled with pride as she panted my name in a breathless moan. That was the most beautiful sound I’d heard in a long damn time. I immediately wanted to do it again.

  I pulled away and took my time enjoying the sight of Dylan reclined in post orgasmic bliss.

  “Again?” I asked.

  “Oh, hell yes,” she moaned.

  I unbuttoned my pants and climbed back on the bed. I was hard as a fucking rock. “I want to be inside you.” My dick was already leaking pre-cum, and I needed to feel her warm, tight cunt.

  She nodded desperately. “Inside me.”

  I grabbed a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. I hadn’t been sure I’d be able to get Dylan back here, but I’d wanted to be prepared.

  I ripped the plastic open and rolled it on. Dylan’s hips shifted restlessly in anticipation until I came closer and she wrapped her legs around my waist. God, she was hot.

  I positioned my cock against her hot, slick entrance and locked my eyes onto hers. It was like her entire soul was inviting me in. She worked her hips up and down, trying to tease me, to make me go faster than I intended. The hot lips of her cunt slid up and down on my shaft, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer either. A deep grunt fell from my lips. “Can I fuck you, princess?” It was a nickname I hadn’t called her in ages, and her eyes darted up to mine.

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  I pressed inside her, holding back a groan at the tight stretch of her body around mine.

  Goddamn. I gasped, struggling for breath. She was so tight. When I’d remembered that night ten years ago, I’d told myself that how good she’d felt had been a product of youth and my imagination, but now I knew better. Dylan just felt right. Perfection.

  I sank into her and paused for a moment with my elbows on either side of her. Our ragged breathing synced and every fiber of my being felt connected to her.

  “Dylan,” I whispered. “You feel so good.” I kissed her mouth, her neck, and continued pumping, burying myself her in tight, hot channel over and over again. It was like her body was so greedy, her pussy was sucking my cock in.

  She moaned, and those little whimpers I remembered when she got close, began. It sent a spike of pleasure straight to my balls.

  She braced herself against my shoulders. I knew what she wanted.

  I left the sweetness behind for the moment and gave into the demands of my body. I fucked her hard, my body setting a fast, smooth rhythm. She caught onto it and moved with me, our bodies coming together as we desperately sought to wring every shred of pleasure we could from this night.

  I held onto her waist and thrust into her as her tits bounced and her hands groped for traction on the bedspread.

  I pushed her over the edge into orgasm and her body clenched around me. Her pussy muscles squeezed and milked my cock over and over, and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. That was the best feeling in the world. I came after her, long spurts of come jetting into her body over and over again. Spent, I nearly collapsed with the force of my release.

  I stayed inside her as I caught my breath, and pressed my face into the crook of her neck. Nothing had ever felt more perfect. More right. I couldn’t let this be it. I didn’t want to let her walk out that door and take the chance that I might not see her again for another ten years..

  “Stay,” I said.

  Chapter 9

  Dylan

  I clung to his shoulders, my mind in a fog. He wanted me to stay. We’d agreed there would be no strings here, no expectations.

  I could pretend I hadn’t heard him and we could get back on track to where we’d been. Pure sex and adrenaline and no thought of a long term commitment.

  “One more time,” I said.

  The second time was slower and gentler, but it felt more desperate to me. He watched me move above him with hooded eyes, grasping onto my hips, and murmuring sweets things about how good I felt. How tight I was. How much he loved my tits.

  It had to be the last
time. I couldn’t let myself get attached to him. One night. That was all we could afford to have.

  When it was over, I slipped out of bed and started pulling my clothes back on.

  “Where are you going?” he asked. He looked so relaxed on the bed that part of me wanted to join him. I could snuggle up to his warm body and forget that whatever we were doing here had a deadline.

  “Back to my hotel room,” I said. “Early morning tomorrow.” I flashed him a smile. It was the first time I’d referenced business in a while.

  He was still the other side of the deal.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

  “Sure,” I said. “Tomorrow.” I walked out of the room and found my dress on his couch. I pulled it on and sat down to buckle my heels back on before striding to the door.

  I thought walking out on him would make me feel triumphant, but instead I felt hollow. No matter how much I hated to admit it, I would rather have stayed.

  * * *

  The next day came too quickly. I punched my alarm clock and tried to hide back under my covers. The senior partners were flying in today to sign the deal with George. They’d scrutinize all the work I’d done. If they were pleased, I’d be promoted. If I’d screwed something up, I would get fired.

  Nothing to do but to face it. I crawled out of bed and got dressed in a fresh suit. It was a matching suit that all cost about the same middling amount. I really needed to replace my wardrobe. Hopefully I’d be able to do that soon.

  I pulled my hair into shape and did my makeup then headed to the office.

  I didn’t try to be slightly late today. I wouldn’t want to keep the senior partners waiting. They really were in charge of me, and there was no use pretending otherwise.

  I strode into the room with as much confidence as I could muster. The first face I saw was Cameron’s. Just his presence gave me a zing of excitement. I couldn’t believe how good he made me feel. Like I was sexy, respected, and able to take on the world. And dear God, the man knew how to fuck. I lost track after three orgasms last night. I was usually lucky to have one with previous partners.