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“Do you have any regrets?”

“Not one.” He kissed the top of her head. “This experience has turned out to be more than I expected. So, please don’t think it’s just sex. Because I can assure you it never has been with you, and it never will be.”

“I have a confession.”

“Now I’m curious.” He laughed as he turned to face her. “Do you have more kinky desires that weren’t listed on that checklist? Things I should know about?”

“You already know I had no idea what I was doing when I answered that checklist.”

“Really?” He smirked. “Then what’s your confession?”

“You were my first crush.” Her cheeks heated over her admission. That damn climax left her as vulnerable as when she was intoxicated.I’m drunk from his junk!“I wanted to ask you to my prom.”

“Such a sweet girl.” He traced her lips with his fingertips, mesmerizing her. “I would have been flattered.”

“You would have politely declined.” She’d been a foolish kid who had the hots for an attractive older man. There was no future for them back then. But now...

“Well, most twenty-eight year old guys don’t attend high school proms. It might have been bad for my career and reputation.”

“That’s what my father said.” She laughed when she thought about her dad being tolerant of her crush on an older guy. “He told me to stick with boys my own age, and we know how that turned out.”

“They left you sexually unsatisfied.” He rested his palm on the side of her face. “Depriving you of what you really wanted.”

“I found my way to you anyway.” How was that for a twist of fate?

“I’m corrupting you.”

“I like your kind of corruption.”

“Good.” He hiked her leg over his hip, trailing his hand along her side, making her squirm in anticipation. “Because I’m nowhere near through with you.”

She wasn’t finished with him either. Could she ever be?

Chapter 13

The crisp November air blew through the city streets as Kayla hurried into Catalina’s Grill. She scanned the bar area of the trendy restaurant, looking for her friends. A few co-workers at the station insisted on taking her out for drinks on her last day at work. She had planned to stay in touch with some of the people she had made friends with, but was happy to be getting away from Mitch. Ever since she gave her notice, he’d been increasingly annoying.

“Kayla,” her friend Gina called and waved her over to a rectangular table. It was mostly the girls she’d worked with on the newsroom floor. She also recognized a couple of people from the makeup room, and Josh, the morning traffic reporter.

“Hey.” She joined them. “I’m so glad you’re all here.”

“We just got here a few minutes ago. More will trickle in.”

Kayla took a seat and ordered a beer, making small talk with everyone. As she chatted, her phone beeped with a text. Excitement took over when she saw it was from Julian.

How are you?

He didn’t usually text to make small talk. His messages were straightforward. Often giving her instructions for the weekend or asking her to accompany him to a work dinner.

Great! Now that I’m outta there.

His response was swift.

That’s why I’m texting. Want to meet for dinner to celebrate?

“Damn it,” she whispered. It figured the one time he wanted to see her during the week she had plans.

“What’s wrong?” Gina asked.

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