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He pulled out of me, and as I rolled to my side, I watched him walk to the bathroom. My insides pounded after-sex blues as I crawled to the edge of the bed and sat with my wet hair over my shoulders.

When my breathing returned to normal, I stood, and on wobbly legs, I gathered my clothing from the floor and dressed.

Corben came out of the bathroom, still naked but no longer with the erect masterpiece between his legs. The guy sure was confident in hisownskin. And with a body like that, he had every reason to be.

He put his hands on his hips as he stopped a few feet away. “Did Jane have fun?”

I giggled. “Yes, Jane had fun.”

“Good.”

Taking that as my cue to leave, I plucked my bag off the chair and swayed as I made my way to the door.

“I’ll be back, Jane.”

“I know you will, Corben.”

He laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that suited him perfectly.

As I listened to thatwonderfulsound, I walked out his door and headed to my room.

I stoodfor a very long time under the shower, allowing the warm cascade to massage my weary body.Afterward, I brushed my teeth and slipped into flannel pajamas.

At my bed, I sat cross-legged on the quilt, plucked my diary from the bedside table, and turned to the 7th of July. At the top, I wrote,Corben Willis, Room 24, My Bad Boy.

I giggled. Corben sure did play thebadboy well. I’d never thought I’d like a guy like him. He was a man who took what he wanted, but there was something very sexy about that.

As I wrote about my first, very public kiss on the beach, I described how alive that had made me feel. To show the world that somebody liked me, wanted me, and I, in turn, wanted him was exhilarating.

The man I ultimately fell in love with would need to be comfortable with public displays of affection.After today,it was nowvery important to me.

I wrote about the naked cooking session and the new sex position I’d experienced.Today wasbyfaroneof the most interesting days I’ve had this year.

After I closed the diary and crawled beneath the covers, I rolled onto my side.

As I closed my eyes and breathed in nice and deep, I had perfect recall of mybadboy standing rock-solid in the waves as the water tumbled over his glistening body.

I played my morning with Corbenover and overin my mind in slow motion, taking in every glorious tattoo, every bulging muscle, and every inch of his taut skin.

It was a magical way to drift off to sleep.

Chapter Four

Needledick strolled through the front doors as if he were walking in a funeral procession rather than to the start of his shift. He was twenty-five minutes late, and I tried not to glare at him, but with each step he took, I increased the clamp on my jaw.

I hoped he didn’t think I’d cover for him today so he couldgo backto bed. Although I’d done it once before, I had no intention of doing it again.Especially after the night I’d just had—all I wanted to do wasflop into bed.

“Morning.” He sounded as if he’d just finished his tenth cigarette for the morning, though I was pretty sure he didn’t smoke.

“Hi.” I reached for my purse under the counter, ready to race out of there, and when I stood up, he snapped his eyes away.Oh, my God!Needledick had just checked out my butt. I squinted at him, and a red flush blazed up his neck.

He cleared his throat. “How was the night?”

I backed away and edged around the counter in a weird backward stride. “It was crazy, actually.”

“Oh, really. You didn’t see that prostitute, did you?” The excitement in his eyes made him look a little psycho.

“No, I didn’t.”

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