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“It’s okay. I’ll show you.”

I shoved my jeans and boxer shorts down my legs and kicked my shoes off before moving over her. When I did, her legs wrapped around my waist.

The past couple of weeks had felt like foreplay leading up to this moment. Every moment I spent with her since she opened the door increased the tension between us. It was like a rubber band that was getting pulled back and had finally snapped.

My hand was between our bodies. I was lined up at her opening, but I had to make absolutely sure this was what she wanted.

“Are you sure?—”

“Yes,” she cut me off before I was even able to get the question out. “Yes.”

Our eyes locked as I pushed inside of her. Her body stretched as I entered her. Slowly, inch by inch, I sank into the velvety heat of her tight canal. A sexy whimper escaped from the back of her throat as her body pulsed around me.

I moved my hand to her leg. My fingers slid to the back of her thigh, lifting it higher, allowing me to drive deeper inside of her. The new angle caused her back to arch. I pinned her knee to the back of the couch with my body and then moved my hand up her torso.

One at a time, I lifted her arms that had been wrapped around my neck and placed them both above her head. I pinned her wrists down, giving me total control of her body. With one hand I laced my fingers with hers. I stared down into her eyes as our bodies moved in perfect time together.

Her inner walls started to contract, milking my shaft. I’d never felt the ridges of someone’s body without the added layer of latex, and knowing that there was nothing between us only added to the intimacy of the moment.

I could feel my climax building. Tremors of tingles began to erupt as I drove into her again and again. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear how good she felt, how tight she was, and how good it was to fuck her. As soon as the words left my mouth, her fingers tightened against mine, and her back arched as her thighs began to tremble.

When I felt her inner walls clamp down on me, the thin thread of self-control I had snapped, and I thrust into her with a force that stole my breath. I was buried so deep inside of her that I didn’t know where I stopped and where she began. My entire body seized as my climax overtook me. Pleasure whipped through me, drawing out my release until my entire body collapsed from sensual satisfaction.

As I drifted back from the haze of bliss, I rolled onto my back, bringing Zoe with me. She curled into me, nuzzling her face against the crook of my neck. My left hand held her tightly to me, and my right hand threaded through her hair.

“I have to leave tomorrow. We’re starting principal photography in New Mexico.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“But I’ll be back in four weeks.”

She was silent.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, needing to know what was going on in her head.

“We can’t…this can’t happen again.”

My heart sank as I ran my hand up and down her back. I wanted to press her on why that was, but I knew I had no right. Our situation was complicated, to say the least. I was gratefulthat she’d given me tonight, and if this was all I had, I was going to make the most of it.

21

ZOE

My foot tappedagainst the floorboard of the car as I sat in the line of parents waiting in front of the middle school for the buses to get back from science camp. I tilted the rearview mirror and checked my reflection. The past few days at work, patients, doctors, X-ray techs, paramedics, and other nurses had all commented that I looked “rested,” “refreshed,” and that I was “glowing.” I lifted my hand and pressed my fingers to my cheek. Maybe it was just the power of suggestion, but I swear that my skin looked fresher. Plumper. Firmer.

As a medical professional who had studied the science of the human body, I knew sex released certain hormones in a person's body, but the effects of those would have tapered off by now. It had been four days since I had spent the night with Miles at his office.

Oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin, however, are released when a person is falling in love, and studies have shown they can also make a person’s skin glow. There is scientific proof of it. But that was not what was happening here. I wasnotfalling in love with Miles Ford. That would be insane and completely inappropriate.

Had I watched countless hours of interviews he’d done during every spare minute I’d had over the past seventy-two hours? Sure. Had I been able to stop thinking about him even for a minute? No. But that was not proof that I had developed feelings for the man.

He was young. Well, actually, he was only two years younger than me, but it seemed like he was younger because the characters he played were always in their teens or early twenties. Speaking of roles, he was going to be playing the role of Austin, which was probably why I was feeling the way I was. None of this was about Miles. For the movie, I’d had to talk about Austin and bring buried emotions to the surface, and I was projecting them onto Miles. That had to be it.

A loud honk sounded behind me, startling me out of my inner thoughts. I glanced up and saw that the line had moved and the buses had arrived.

Shit. I really needed to get myself together. This little infatuation or projection of my feelings, or whatever I had going on, needed to be nipped in the bud. AJ couldneverfind out about any of this. He was so excited about filming the movie. I didn’t want anything to ruin that or confuse him.

For ten years, I’d been nothing but responsible. Yes, I’d hooked up with a few men, but I’d made sure to keep my private life far away from home. AJ never had any idea about any of that. This was too close to home for my liking.

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