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I sigh. The things this man does to me.

“Richard, I –”

I don’t finish my sentence, as he seals my lips with his. Completely intoxicated by him, I surrender myself to his touch. His hand plays around my breasts, pinching at my nipples through the thin material of my nightdress.

I open my mouth to him and stroke his tongue with mine. He pins me against the fridge, and I bring one leg up to hug his hips. His mouth leaves mine, traveling down. I arch my neck to allow him access, stroking his hair as he buries his lips in the arch.

His arousal is evident in the bulge in his pants pressing against me.

Sliding my arms to his neck, I hug him tight, basking in the warmth of his lean, hard body. Richard’s hands draw up my nightdress, until it’s folded just around my hips. His mouth finds mine once more, his tongue dipping into my mouth.

I rub myself against his erection and he groans into my mouth. Our breaths quicken as we go deeper.

A hand probes my sex. With long fingers, he strokes the silk folds through the thin fabric of my panties. Closing my eyes, I emit a moan.

More. A deep longing for sexual pleasure emerges to the fore.

Suddenly, he pulls back, running his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice strained. “It’s … I’m …Goodnight.”

He grabs his glass of cognac and walks away.

Emotions battle in my mind. I’m dazed, confused, and still aroused. I want his warmth on my body. I still want to feel his hands caressing me all around.

In the end, my pride wins out.

“Goodnight,” I say, as he’s just out of the kitchen he’s apologizing. Sighing, I head to bed.

Chapter 15

Richard

“Hi,Richard.”

Melissa, wearing a simple, green dress, is waiting by the door as I return from work. Eyes wide in surprise, I follow her into the living room.

“Melissa. How was your day?”

“Monotonous, as usual.”

I loosen my tie and slump on the nearest sofa nearby.

“Boy, do I understand? What a day. I officially hate office work. Hockey was much more exciting.”

“Hang in there. Hey, about that… I never asked. What’s your job?”

That sends all the alarms in my body tingling. I sit straight.

“Um, I’m a, uh, consultant. Private consultant. I have a startup consultancy firm.”

“Former hockey star turns private consultant. What are the odds?”

Melissa’s remark has me reeling with laughter.

“Well, I had to do something after retirement.”

“Sure thing. Why don’t you do something? Go up to your room, take a shower, and come down for dinner.”

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