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those years ago.
    Her hands came up to his chest. She felt the little wrench patch under her palm as she pushed him back until he was leaning against the counter.
    He moaned into her mouth, and his breath tasted like cinnamon gum, and it was even more perfect. He was adding a little spice to the decadent Nate-filled dessert in front of her, and she was about to devour him. The past and the present blurred for her. All the fantasies she’d had of him coming back to her created a need she couldn’t deny. He hadn’t known he’d see her, but that just made it more perfect. He started to pull back, and she hoped he was just being nice and giving her a way to stop.
    He had asked if he could kiss her. Betty’s heart melted a little more. What guy does that? One she wanted to jump on. Her hands slid up into his short dusty blond hair. Tugging him closer, she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
    His body was tight, and she couldn’t wrap all the way around him like she had when he’d first taken her. He’d grown up, and it was a man’s body she wrapped her legs around. His ass made the perfect shelf to hook her calves around as she dug her heels in and pressed him towards her core. He was hard for her, and it was very clear that she hadn’t been exaggerating. He did put her other partners to shame.
    Nate’s hands wound around her back and held on. Her breasts pressed against his chest and suddenly it was even warmer in the room. Her skin was hot and tight, and all that would relieve the pressure was his hands on her.
    She let him pull back then.
    “Betty, that kiss…”
    He was going to stop . She couldn’t let him stop this. She’d thought about him for too long. Compared him to every other man for too long. She had to see if he was still the man she wanted, or if she was building up a silly high school relationship. She pulled her tank top over her head. The bra was a little small, but it gave her some killer cleavage, and Betty nearly melted under the heat of his gaze.
    Backing up to the other side of the galley kitchen she hopped up on the counter and crooked her finger at him.
    “Come here.”
    “Betty, I’m not asking for anything.”
    But he was staring at her like he wanted to. And she felt the same as she did the night after the last play. Back then, he’d been the man who’d wooed her with written words. He’d rented out a hotel room block for the theater group from his latest paycheck. But he’d taken her to the penthouse. And even if it had only been for a night, she’d never felt more treasured.
    “I am. You don’t have another modeling job across the world tomorrow, do you?”
    He glanced at the toolbox, and for a moment she felt like he was going to tell her he did have another job. But a clogged drain was a far easier obstacle to overcome than three time zones and no cell signal. Then he obviously decided this was better than any job.
    He rushed her.
    Instead of his hands groping her chest immediately he unzipped his work suit and exposed his chest.
    Holy Hell. He was even more perfect now that when he’d been modeling. He was built. He was… shiny ?
    Her brain had no time to process anything but, “Oh yeah.” And when he pulled her close she could feel his pounding heart even through the thick bra. His hands went to her hair, and then trailed down her arms as his kisses left her lips to nibble down her neck and toward her cleavage.
    When his tongue dipped into the cup and grazed a nipple, her body bowed.
    She grabbed onto his shoulders and dug in her nails and…felt the Velcro give way? The loud noise stopped them both. He had a tear away work suit?
    “Listen, Betty, I can explain--”
    That was when the door opened.
    “Betty, I am so sorry I left you with the plumber like that, I…”
    This wasn’t happening . Ang really did have the worst timing.
    Then the left half of Nate’s jumpsuit fell open, revealing more of his chest. And was that glitter ?
    Ang stormed into the kitchen. “You