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Sebastian kissed her neck tenderly but didn’t shift his weight from her. Which was good because Sadira loved the feel of his big body around her.
    “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    “Uh-uh,” she managed, tugging his hair until she found his lips with hers. For long moments, they kissed languidly, tongues lapping and darting. Stoking the fire once again. When he began hardening inside her, he pulled away, discarding the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed.
    “I want you again,” he muttered before chuckling as he looked back at her over his shoulder. “I haven’t gone twice in one night in quite a long time.”
    “But you will. Right?”
    He laughed outright this time. “Absolutely. I have a young lover to keep satisfied. I’ll find a way to manage.” He turned to her, giving her a kiss before going to the bathroom to clean up. “Just give me a minute. I’d forgotten how messy condoms can be.”
    Sadira giggled as she watched him hurry to the bathroom. Giddy anticipation bubbled up inside her at the prospect of a repeat performance. God, she…she loved this man! How had it happened in such a short time? Maybe she had for a long time but never let herself acknowledge it, first because he’d been married, then because she didn’t want to disrespect his feelings about losing his wife. Whatever her reasons, she admitted it now. He obviously felt something for her or they wouldn’t be here. He was too committed to his girls to have a fling with a woman he didn’t intend to bring into their lives.
    Sebastian had just walked into the room, cock straining for her attention and a cocky grin on his face, when the doorbell rang. The mischievous look on his face turned to annoyance. “Who the fuck?”
    “Maybe one of the girls is sick?” Sadira stood, reaching for her clothing.
    “No. Mom and Dad would have called before heading back. Besides, Mom was always better at taking care of them when they were sick, no matter the situation. She’s a mom. It’s what she does.” With a longing look at her, Sebastion finally slung on his jeans. “Don’t get dressed,” he commanded. “I won’t be but a minute.”
    As she watched him stalk out of the bedroom, she pitied whoever was at the door. He actually looked ready to strangle someone. Unable to help herself, she giggled as she stretched back out on the bed. Her body felt deliciously sore, but strangely cool without him wrapped around her.
    Deciding to run through the shower before he came back, she hopped up and trotted to the bathroom. The water felt delightful over her heated skin, but she didn’t want to take too long. She just wanted to freshen up a little. Wash the sweat and intimate moisture from her body.
    Once Sadira was out of the shower and dried, Sebastian still wasn’t back. With a frown, she found his discarded shirt from earlier and put it on along with her panties. When she eased open the door, she could hear Sebastian’s voice, quiet but unmistakable. What was going on?
    Then she heard another voice. She couldn’t make out the words, but it was definitely a woman’s voice. Eyes narrowed, she ducked back into the bedroom for her jeans before heading out to meet the uninvited guest.
    The sight that greeted her made her want to be sick. Dedra was back. And she was in Sebastian’s arms.

Chapter Seven
    Of all the things Sebastian had expected, this wasn’t it. And it couldn’t have come at a worse fucking time. After standing in his living room talking nonsense for several minutes, Dedra had thrown herself in to his arms before he could protest and was now clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Considering he was shirtless with the top button of his jeans undone, he was sure the sight wasn’t pretty. Rage like he hadn’t known he could feel heated his blood. His first instinct was to shove her away and hope she fell on her ass, but the anger was so overwhelming he was afraid he might actually harm her. He didn’t particularly