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I force myself not to move or say anything, giving her space to make this decision on her own. After a few seconds, Lisa presses her hands against my chest and leans in close. Our mouths are nearly touching, and she looks at me and smiles.

"Well, it is my last day of vacation."

I take her face in my hands and smile, trying to push away the thoughts of tomorrow and focus on her here with me right now. She's right. I can't think of any other way to better spend our last day of vacation than naked in bed together.

"In that case," I say, kissing her deeply before pulling back. "Let's make the most of it again and again."

I move my hands under her ass and flip her onto her back, reveling in the sound of her laughter as I flip her over.

I know I will lose myself in her today, but I'm okay with that. If it means I get one more day with her, I'll take it. No matter how much harder it will be to walk away from her when this is all over.

CHAPTER17

Lisa

One month later

I've been staringat my computer screen for the last twenty minutes, making no progress toward getting anything done with these case notes.

My mind is too preoccupied with thoughts of last night in John's bed.

When we got back to Houston after Angela's wedding, John and I tried our best to keep things platonic.

At first.

He was friendly, like he promised, but still reserved and professional. I was equally as composed, my interactions with him always cordial and appropriate.

But with every polite exchange and formal discussion, I could feel our mutual resolve slowly starting to weaken.

At first it was just small things, like lingering handshakes and longer-than-necessary eye contact. But then it escalated to stolen glances during meetings.

By day three, John was ripping my clothes off in his condo, pinning me against the wall, and turning me inside out.

And after the fifth night in a row like that, we stopped lying to ourselves, and I started keeping clothes at his place.

I'm still not sure what we're doing.

John is the first person to ever have this effect on me, and I'm not sure I like being controlled by my emotions the way I am with him.

But no matter how much I know I'm probably backing myself into a corner and setting myself up for a lot of heartache once this falls apart, I can't make myself walk away.

My brain turns to mush whenever I'm with him, and I let my feelings for him take over. And those feelings are set on him without any sense of self-preservation for keeping my heart intact.

"Ugh."

I drop my chin in my palm, glaring at my computer. I hit the mouse for the third time to wake it back up and turn off the screensaver that just kicked on again from lack of use. I need to focus.

I start reading the first bulleted line in the notes again when my desk phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, I see it's John.

What the heck?

I glance at the clock. He's supposed to be on his way to a meeting right now.

Picking up the receiver, I put on my most playful tone.

“Well, hello there, Mr. Distracted. How can I help you?"

John gives a sexy chuckle. "By coming to my office."

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