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    Tyrone and she had been an unlikely pair from the beginning, but something inside her had always pulled her toward him, even as a teen. Underneath the chemistry, they had compatible personalities. Would that easy comfort they shared be gone now? Would it feel as if the enormity of what they’d done last night sat like a huge elephant in the corner of the room? Her stomach knotted tight as she shut off the engine.
    Diamond barked when the front door opened and Tyrone stepped out. He propped a shoulder against the doorjamb and hooked a thumb through the belt loop of his jeans. His gray T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and chest. She’d run her hands over that chest last night. There wasn’t an inch of each other they hadn’t explored, kissed, sucked, bitten. She shuddered and squeezed her thighs together over the painful ache that bloomed there. Cream coated her panties and she felt her pussy lips swell. God, this was going to be a long night fantasizing about her time with him. Not that she hadn’t fantasized about him before, but now she knew what it was like to touch all that chocolate skin. She shuddered.
    He didn’t move, just stood there waiting for her to come to him. He didn’t push even though she knew he wanted to, but he knew she needed to handle it her own way. That was why they were friends. They understood a lot about each other, though she was finding she didn’t know as much as she thought she did. And she wanted to know all of him. But continuing an affair with her best friend would be a foolish mistake. It couldn’t lead to anything but heartache. The friendship could too easily turn to something more for her, and he didn’t do more , so if she didn’t stop now, she was headed for a whole lot of pain and suffering.
    She sighed, stopped her thoughts from chasing themselves in circles, and got out of the car. Diamond hopped out behind her and raced for Tyrone while Lorna followed slowly behind.
    He rubbed a hand over his bare scalp and across the back of his neck, the diamond stud he wore when he was off duty flashing in his earlobe—another diamond his mother had given him. “Hey, baby.”
    She closed her eyes. “Please don’t call me that.”
    “It suits you.”
    Her breath slid out in a sigh. “I told you that last night…what we did…it was a mistake.”
    “Fucked, had sex, made love, screwed.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Pick a word, baby, because that’s what we did last night, all night. I don’t think my dick’s been that hard for that long since I was a teenager. So don’t go calling something that felt that good a mistake.”
    “Tyrone, please.” She pressed her fingers to her eyes. “Listen to reason.”
    “No.”
    Her eyes opened to stare at him. “Tyrone—”
    “You know what, fine. Let’s compromise. You talk, and I’ll—” He grabbed her arm, pulled his front door closed behind him, and walked her toward his SUV.
    “What are you doing?” She tried to jerk out of his grasp, but he held firm and kept going. He opened the passenger side door and pushed her inside, blocking her exit with his big body. She was no match for his strength and found herself sitting right where he wanted her. She glared at him and folded her arms. “I can always get out when you go around to get in the driver’s side.”
    “But you won’t.”
    “You don’t think so?”
    “No. For two reasons.” He held up two long fingers. “One, you know I can run faster than you and I’d be on you before you got to your car.”
    She tossed her hair, pissed because she couldn’t argue with that. He was right. Damn him. “And the second reason?”
    “Oh, that’s my favorite reason, baby.” He lowered his hand to her bare knee and slid it up her thigh. Her breath seized in her throat as she felt him push forward until he stroked over her panties. Her wet panties. Jesus, she wanted him. He slipped his fingers past the lace that covered her mound to ease into her wet