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I put a finger on her lips to silence her before she could refer to herself deprecatingly. “You don’t have to hide, Sable. Not from me. Not from anyone. You are an amazing woman, and that’s the honest truth.” I winked at her and added, “And you have the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

CHAPTER 14

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Heath used the spare toothbrush in my very feminine bathroom—which I’d made so because I now lived alone.

He came into the bedroom naked and frowned when he saw I was in pajama shorts and a tank top.

“Get rid of those, Bambi,” he instructed.

The sex between us was good. Really good. But I didn’t want to presume that he wanted to fuck me every time we were together. I took my clothes off as I sat in bed, watching his eyes light up with arousal, his erection swelling.

“I love your tits,” he breathed. “Squeeze your nipples.”

I stroked my hands up onto my breasts and covered them and then did as he asked, moaning.

His hand went to his cock, and he stroked himself. “Yeah, like that. Are you wet, Bambi?”

I licked my lips and nodded.

Sex had never been like this with Jack. It was all very rushed in the dark, and there wasn’t a lot of foreplay. I got off most of the time—he had the good sense to use a clitoral stimulator when we had sex. But for many years, he just wanted me pregnant and would save hisspermfor when I was ovulating. That had been the worst part about trying to make a baby—the loss of intimacy. Before that, we weren’t breaking any records, but we’d had a healthy sex life.

With Heath, we’d spent three nights together in total. This would be the fourth. We’d made out a lot. In my office at the Wildflower because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. In his Jeep. My Leaf.

When we spent a night—we had sex a couple of times, once before we went to sleep and then when we woke up. Jack could go once a night, about twice or so a week. That was it. I always felt there was something wrong with me because I wanted sex so much more than he did. I knew that for me, letting someone inside my body was about trust—which wasn’t a surprise, considering my first sexual encounter had been recorded and shown to me. I’d overcome that and had a healthy sex drive, or at least that’s what I thought until Heath. Now, I knew that Jack and I hadn’t really had good sex—it had beenfine; what Heath and I did wasamazing. I felt tremendously lucky, and I hoped that he felt that way too, and didn’t think I wasn’t living up to how good he had it with Alexa.

I nearly shook my head to remove the image of Heathwith his ex. Now, that was dumb: thinking about your new man with his old wife.

“Where did you go, Bambi?” He pulled me out of my thoughts by climbing into bed and parting my thighs. “I’m gonna be offended that you’re able to get distracted when I’m with you.”

“Well, then, do something about it.” I challenged.

He pushed me onto my back and cocked an eyebrow. “Are you ticklish, Bambi?”

“Don’t you dare,” I cried out as his fingers found my waist.

I was laughing hard, and we were wrestling soon enough. I’d never had so much fun in bed, I thought as he entered me, surprising me.

“I think I need to keep my cock inside you to keep you in check, Bambi.” He began to thrust.

“Cocky much,” I managed to say on a whimper.

“Now, see, that’s just the kind of challenge I like.” He pulled out and flipped me over. “Hands on the headboard, babe.”

I did as he asked, and when he entered me, my back molded against his chest. I felt him deep inside me. “Sable, darlin’, do you know that sometimes I look at you and get so hard that it hurts if I don’t get inside of you?”

“Heath, harder.”

“You’ll take what I give you and how I give it to you,” he murmured, laughing softly. “But next time, I’ll let you ride me and set the pace.”

And he did precisely that, I remembered, grinning like a fool as I drove to the Wildflower the followingday.

I didn’t care what the world thought because I washappy, sublimely so. I had a job I loved and a man…I was falling in love with. Yes, there was a good chance I’d get hurt because he had been clear from the start that this wasn’t a relationship. I understood. He was jaded after the end of his marriage—I knew precisely how that felt. But I hadn’t closed my heart. It was wide open, despite my past, because Heath was who he was. He cared. He was affectionate. He was romantic. He was…everything.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who felt that way about my lover, I thought sardonically, as his ex walked into the Wildflower that evening, anger etched on her face.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered. Not tonight, I thought. The tavern was busy with touristsandlocals.

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