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“This day is huge for you. You’ve been waiting forever for Roanoke to open. But you’re here, with me. Why?”

“You remember how you said you just didn’t feel the same about the store anymore?”

“Yeah.”

“Neither do I. It took me a while to get where you got in a couple days. I didn’t want to give up. But eventually even an old dog’s gotta find some new tricks.”

Her breath caught. It wasn’t possible. “What are you saying?”

“I’m done, Kelly. All the way done. I stayed for the launch today, went to the fancy party in my sneakers,” he grinned, “and then walked out the door. I called Diana on the way to the airport.”

“But—”

He covered her lips with his finger. “If I promise to explain everything later, will you trust me enough to let me enjoy the rest of my first night unemployed?”

Her mind whirled. Spencer hadquit? Just walked away? “I can’t believe this. Any of it. That you’re really here, that you really—”

Love me.

“Believe it.” He leaned down to nibble her ear, licking the spot just behind her lobe she hadn’t realized was such a trigger zone. “I hope you have condoms. Lots of them.”

Right on cue, she shivered. His tongue was like warm silk and she wanted to feel it everywhere. “We don’t need any.”

He edged back and tipped up her chin. His stare was so probing, she jerked a shoulder to divert some of his attention from her face. In a minute she’d be blushing. He always had that effect on her. “You said you didn’t sleep with Diana, that you haven’t been with anyone else.”

“And you believe me.”

“I believe you.”

His smile could’ve rivaled the fireworks display over the bay on the Fourth of July. And it struck her stupid, as usual.

“Since I know you’re dying to know, I haven’t been with anyone either. Though I did go on a date last week and the guy kissed me. Multiple times.”

“Where?”

She laughed. “Nowhere interesting, pervert.”

“You’re saying your mouth isn’t interesting?” Spencer leaned in and outlined her lips with first his fingertip and then, when she was on the verge of a shudder, the tip of his tongue. “I have to disagree.”

He locked his hand around her hip and dragged her closer, cupping her jaw with his free hand. He slanted his mouth over hers, swallowing her stunned moan and sucking her tongue so deep she actually swayed.

It was like a dozen other kisses they’d shared but it wasn’t. Knowing he loved her, admitting she still loved him—even if she hadn’t told him—made everything new and exciting. And yet so unbearably familiar she couldn’t stave off the tears that sprang into her eyes.

This,this,was what kept her up late at night, missing him. Needing him. She’d never found anything approaching passion like this with another man. More, she didn’t want to.

His strong pulls on her tongue provoked a fierce drumbeat between her thighs. For once she couldn’t wait to be weak, to be driven past all rationality to the place he brought her to so easily.

“Parking…lot,” she gasped between kisses, sure he wouldn’t be able to hear her. The roar of blood in her ears muted everything until she couldn’t be positive she’d even said the words aloud. “God, I can’t feel my feet.”

Spencer laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and spreading warmth through every part of her not sizzling already. He moved his kisses to her neck, his mouth sweeping hot, wet trails of pure sensation. “Let’s take the edge off.”

Before she had time to figure out what that meant, he pushed her backward, shielding her with his body as he shoved up her skirt. Protests rose in her throat, dissolving in a scream he muffled with his mouth when the blunt tip of his finger slid over her cotton-covered pussy. He rubbed her clit through the fabric, soaking her panties in the liquid proof of what he did to her.

She rode his finger shamelessly, winding her hands through his hair to make sure he kept kissing her. As his movements sped up, he drove her against the car, almost bending her over the trunk.

Thank God she didn’t have a lot of neighbors because her respectable building was about to go right into the gutter.

Breathing hard, she looked up at him framed in the moonlight, the breeze tousling his angelic blond hair above the dark blur of his eyes. He kept touching her through the material using just that one finger, teasing her swollen clit until every inch of her body pulsed with need.


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