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When we entered her apartment, Franco didn’t seem to be home. I took my coat off and set it down on the chair in the living room.

“Franco isn’t here?” I asked.

“No. He’s not coming home tonight.”

“By the way, I forgot to say thank you for the present you left me in my suitcase.” A smirk crossed my lips as I placed my hands on her hips.

“You’re welcome. I thought it would be a nice memory of the night we had together. A little something to remember me by since we were never going to see each other again.” Her arms wrapped around my neck.

“But look at us now.” My lips softly brushed against hers. “We did see each other again.”

“We sure did.” She smiled.

“Shall we repeat the night we had in Paris?” I asked.

“Definitely.”

She brought her lips to mine, and my already semi-hard cock grew even harder. I couldn’t wait to fuck her again. It was all I’d thought about since I’d been back in New York. I bent down and swooped her up in my arms, carrying her up the stairs.

“Which bedroom?” I asked as I broke our kiss.

“Last door on the left.”

My hands grippedher hips as I thrust in and out of her from behind. Sexual moans escaped her lips as an orgasm tore through her. This was our fourth position, and I’d held back as long as I could. I thrust one last time and held her against me as I exploded inside her, moaning with pleasure as my cock spasmed. I lowered my head and placed my lips on her shoulder as I tried to regain my breath. I pulled out of her and disposed of the condom while she climbed out of bed and slipped into her black silk robe.

“Cheesecake?” She grinned.

“I’d love a piece.”

“I’ll be right back,” she spoke.

Chapter Thirteen

Anna

My body was still on fire as the feeling of him still inside me radiated. I had never been so sexually fulfilled as I was when I was with him. I went into the kitchen, cut two slices of cheesecake, and took them back up to the bedroom. I handed Wes his plate, lay across the bed on my stomach, and faced him with my plate in my hand.

“So, tell me why you don’t trust women.” I smiled.

“You’re cute.” He tapped my nose with his fork.

“Then answer me this. Do you trust me?”

“Oh my God. This is the best cheesecake I’ve ever had.”

“Right? Franco knows it’s my favorite. He’s quite a baker.”

“Do you think he’ll make me one?” Wes asked, and I knew he was avoiding my question.

“If you ask him nicely. Now answer my question. Do you trust me?”

“No. Frankly, I don’t.”

“What? Why?” I cocked my head.

“Because you lied and sent in a fake resume.”

“Please. I told you exactly who I was when I found out I was working for you.” I pointed my fork at him. “I think I should get some points for that. I could have kept it a secret. But I didn’t. I was honest.”

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