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Now he wouldn’t have to share her.

“You like?” he prompted, biting her again, this time lightly
on the soft skin behind her ear. She whimpered and jerked against him with
enough force to rouse his cock from dozing to fully awake.

He smothered a chuckle. “Once more. You like…?”

She turned her head and leaned forward to capture his mouth.
“I like giving them to you. Just you.”

He thrust his tongue inside to war with hers while he
tormented the tight bundle of nerves. He flicked the eager flesh, rubbed it,
ground his palm against her mound. She moaned and arched into every stroke.

Jeff slipped his leg between hers, widening her stance until
he could slide his finger inside her. Her inner walls clutched at him when he
moved in and out. Slowly. Teasing her the same way she’d teased him. Sensing
she could take no more, he worked her jeans down her legs. “Take them off.
Now.”

She did as he asked. Then she stepped back into her heels
and turned to face him, a tempting smile on her lips. “What new experiences are
you going to give me tonight?”

Her breathless question made him cut off an oath. He grabbed
her waist and shifted their positions until her shoulders met the wall.
Watching her, he removed his jeans and yanked off his shirt, throwing the
clothes aside with the haste of a year apart.

The longest year of his life.

She handed him the drugstore bag and he lifted a brow at the
jumbo box—make that boxes—of condoms. “Ambitious. I like it.”

“We have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Not arguing there. We’ll get more creative later, but
sometimes the oldies but goodies suffice. Like good old-fashioned wall sex.” He
suited up as fast as his tense fingers allowed and gripped her thigh. “Heels
off,” he said.

Once she’d done as he asked, he dragged the handy end table
beside the door closer. Without waiting for direction, she propped her foot on
the edge of the low surface. “Easy launch,” she said with a grin.

His gaze lingered between her legs. Shadows dipped and
caressed her sex, a whole new kind of torment. If he didn’t get inside her
soon, he’d start begging again, and that wouldn’t be pretty.

“Make that hard launch, doll face.” He gave up trying for
style points and inched into her snug pussy. She released a long sigh as he
sank inside—dammit, she’d gotten even slicker, even hotter—and rocked her hips
to invite him deeper.

“Jeff,” she moaned his name, almost making him come on the
spot. “Please.”

Her foot flexed on the table as he rocketed all the way in
with one forceful thrust, simultaneously swallowing her whimper with his mouth.
Her heat wrapped around him, dragging him from the threshold of lust to blind,
pulsing need in a heartbeat. “Gonna be rough,” he warned, already battering her
with short, merciless strokes.

She rimmed her lips with her tongue. “Bring it,” she
challenged.

He brought it. Hard, fast, with all of his frustration and
every wet dream from the last year wrapped up in the hope and desire she’d
evoked tonight. He lowered his tongue to her nipple, swirling each tight peak
in turn until she writhed and panted.

Her noises drove him out of his mind. Hearing her lose
herself like that… God, it was so sexy. He wanted to make her come all night
long.

Tonight, he would.

He grabbed a handful of her ass, jerking her up and down the
wall, letting her feel every bit of his cock. His balls clenched as she drew
her arms up, crossing them behind her head so that her breasts jutted outward,
bouncing without restraint. She let out a keening, sharp sound as her inner
walls rippled around him. “Jeff,” she pleaded.

Poised on the edge of her orgasm, she stared into his eyes,
connecting them so powerfully he went on autopilot. He thrust into her harder
and tugged on her hair, bringing her lips to his an instant before the first
spasm shook her. Moan after moan left her mouth and flowed into his. All the
while he fought the urge to join her, to fall one more time.

He couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to. After being consumed
for so long by thoughts of the one night they’d had—how could it have been just
one night?—having her here seemed unbelievable. Better than any fantasy.

With a groan, he pumped into her once more, spilling himself
inside the condom. Losing himself to her all over again. Gaining so much more.

She’d come back to him.

She cradled his head against her shoulder in the aftermath.
Eventually she shifted her leg from the table and brushed a kiss over his
temple. “So…that question I had.”

More questions. “Oh yeah. Forgot all about that.”

“Well, we were kinda busy.”

“Very true.” He chuckled. “Shoot.”

“Did you miss me, Jeff?” she asked, voice trembling.

He lifted his head, his laughter draining away as swiftly as
it had come. If he wasn’t mistaken, tears glistened in her eyes.

His heart lurched. “Fuck yeah, I missed you, Karyn Colette
Allison Ja—”

When she laid a finger over his lips, he realized his
mistake. She smiled. “I missed you too, Jeffrey No Name Maddox.”

Epilogue

Saturday nights always sucked traffic-wise. Especially when
a storm hovered just above Cedar Hollow on the radar map and already blew
frosty puffs of snow across the bustling streets.

Not quite Halloween and snowing again. Why couldn’t they
ever get a decent fall? This was New York, not Antarctica.

Jeff sighed and maneuvered his old sedan into the crowded
parking lot of the local supermarket. Impending storms always caused a run on
supplies, which meant crowded aisles and hardly any bread or milk on the
shelves. Whether the forecast called for one inch or twenty, the result was
always the same.

He entered the store and grinned as he pushed his cart
toward the dairy section. Good thing the supplies he’d come to gather didn’t
rank on the usual snow survival list. He just wanted to grab what he needed and
get home. He had stuff to do.

More importantly, he had the sexiest woman on earth to do.

He picked up a box of instant latté mix and two cans of
whipped cream, one regular and one chocolate. For old times’ sake, he tossed
some smelly cheese and a couple of sprigs of fat, juicy-looking green grapes
into his cart as well.

Just as he turned toward the checkout, George Strait
signaled he had a text. His grin broadened as he flipped open his cell. A
picture message waited for him.

A picture, huh? He waited for it to form on his outdated
phone, eyes narrowing as the image came into perfect view.

Creamy white thighs, spread wide open. A wine bottle between
them. Droplets of purple liquid splashed those thighs and clung to the dainty
fingers circling the neck of the bottle. It even dripped off the ornately
carved white gold ring that flashed amid the array of silver on her left hand.

Don’t know what ur wring but I’m naked. And we’re out of
wine.

While he laughed and counted every one of his lucky stars,
another text arrived.

I miss u. Hurry home.

He typed back while he hip checked his cart into line. He
didn’t have any time to waste.

On my way, Mrs. Maddox.

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