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“You do,” she says, but she seems much more serious than me. Pressing a kiss to my forehead, she pushes herself up. “I have a tour in fifteen minutes, but I had to touch you.”

I push myself to sitting, still breathing a bit raggedly, and I reach for her. She lets me latch on but also grasps my hands, I presume to keep them from wandering. “But I want you,” I say, hoping I sound sexy.

She grins, and her cheeks flush pink, so I think I succeeded. She lifts my hand and brushes her lips across my knuckles. “No time,bella.”

“Later?”

“I have another tour tonight.” At least she looks as bummed about it as I do. “Tomorrow?”

That’s better. “Definitely.”

“Good.” She gives me a quick kiss, then pushes to her feet and rights all her clothing. I lie back, still half-undressed, and watch. It’s a pretty awesome view. When she’s all fixed and hasrun to my bathroom to wash up, she gives me a look.

“Thanks for stopping by,” I say. “You can pop in any time you want.”

“I shall make a note.” She bends to me, gives me what I think is meant to be a quick kiss, but I grab her head with both hands and deepen it. She lets me and moans into my open mouth before wrenching herself away. She points at me with a grin. “You are trouble.”

“You love it.”

“I do. One hundred percent.” She’s at the door now, her hand on the knob. “Text you later.”

I nod and watch the door close behind her, and then I continue to lie there on the couch, my shirt up to my chin, my bra unfastened and my breasts spilling out, my joggers halfway down my thighs, my underwear soaked. I don’t move. Instead, I close my eyes and replay the last several minutes. Pretty sure there’s a stupid grin on my face, and when I hear the clickety-click of nails on the floor, I turn my head to see Reggie staring at me from the bedroom doorway.

“Hey, don’t you judge me. Do you know how long it’s been since a woman popped in just because she wanted my body? Do you?” He clearly does not, so I go on. “Like, a decade. Two, maybe. I think. If ever. And you know what? I deserve it. I deserve it!”

He stares for a moment longer, then the little bastard has the audacity to yawn at me just before he turns and goes back into the bedroom.

“I said don’t judge me,” I shout after him.

I had to touch you.

Hadto touch me. That’s what she said. Aaand the stupid grin is back.

I lie there for a little while longer, just floating in that lovely, cottony aftermath of sex, when your limbs are like jelly andyou can feel your own pulse against your skin. The sun coming through the window above me is warm, and before long, my eyes close and I can feel myself about to drift off. And then my phone chimes from the desk, and I sigh, reminded that I’m in the real world and have a real job and real people trying to get hold of me.

“Ah, well,” I say as I push to my feet and fix all my clothing.

The chime was a text from Serena.

Busy tonight?

As I’m standing there, I lean backward, stretching the muscles in my back that I only just now realize are kind of achy. I remember Marina saying she has a tour tonight, which means I’m free.

Nope, I type back.

Come over. I miss Reggie.That’s followed by a smiling emoji and a wink.

We settle on a time, and I find myself relieved to have something to do other than sit around my suite drinking wine and wishing Marina wasn’t occupied by other people.

Oh. I’m getting possessive.

Not sure what to do with that.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” Serena wraps me in a hug, the scent of her sandalwood perfume enveloping me, her blond hair tickling my nose. It feels good, knowing someone cares about you. And I missed her, too.

“I know. Whatisthat?”

She takes Reggie’s leash from my hand and bends down to give him some scratches, then unclip him. He’s free but doesn’t leave her side, instead standing up on his hind legs for moreattention, which she gives him by swooping him up into her arms. He clearly loves it, the look of satisfaction and importance on his furry face super clear to me, and I just shake my head.