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but usually it was her experience that the decision not to do so came from herself. Calmly fending off premature advances was in the silent woman’s handbook on dating.
    She touched her mouth as she got ready for bed, staring into the mirror. He hadn’t kissed her again as she had him this morning, but she could still feel his lips as though they were there. She moaned. Why hadn’t he repeated the gesture?
    She knew he liked her. He’d held her hand and stroked her palm with his finger throughout the entire movie. She’d been only marginally able to concentrate on the flick with him staring at her from the side as though he adored her. When he’d left her in the parking lot without so much as a peck on the lips, she’d been stunned speechless.
    She’d craved his firm lips on hers since the moment she’d broken their first kiss in the morning. And the way he looked at her made her pussy clench. She’d never been so frustrated, and that had only been a first date…or second if you counted the coffee.
    Never. That’s when she last fell for a man as fast as she was falling for Rafe the boxing accountant. She vowed to research this MMA stuff in the morning and find out what it was all about.
    Geez, what was she thinking? Researching a sport she had no interest in for a man who may or may not call her again was ludicrous. But if he did, she would be ready.
    Katy took off her dress and draped it across the vanity chair. She stepped back into the bedroom of her condo and opened her lingerie drawer to grab a soft tank. She held it up, but at the last second dropped it to the floor, squirmed out of her panties and padded over to the bedside table to retrieve her vibrator.
    If Rafe Walker was going to leave her panting, she could at least bring herself to orgasm thinking about him. She lay down on the sheets, spread her legs wide, and flipped the switch on her vibrator to low. As pent-up as she was, she would come fast and hard, leaving herself needing more. Try as she might, she’d never managed to come twice, so she wanted to make it last.
    She closed her eyes as she set the dildo next to her clit and moaned. Her nipples ached to be touched. She lifted the vibrator to her chest and teased the tips of each nipple back and forth until they stood out as sharp peaks. She pinched one, hard, loving the sting that traveled down her spine at the sharp flash of pain.
    It still happened too fast for her taste. She knew in an instant she wouldn’t last when she set the pulsing rubber cock on her clit. She bucked into the sensation, picturing Rafe holding the vibrator. Would he do that sort of thing? He seemed like a man secure enough with himself to take charge in the bedroom. What she hated more than anything was a sexual partner who was afraid to think outside the box. Creativity won her favor.
    She moaned as she came, her clit pulsing. Seconds later she had to remove the direct contact before her nub protested the sensitivity. Gasping for air, though it had lasted just minutes, she left her legs spread open and dropped her arms to her sides.
    She breathed deeply for a while before rolling onto her side and setting the vibrator on the bedside table. She would wash it in the morning. She didn’t bother putting her panties and shirt on. Instead she enjoyed the sensitivity of her skin brushing against the high-thread-count sheets, pulling the blanket over her and falling asleep immediately.
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    It seemed like only minutes before a noise yanked her from her sleep.
    She moaned as she rolled over and glanced at the clock. Nine? Was that possible? She hadn’t slept that late in years.
    The noise jarred her again. Ah, the doorbell.
    Shit. Jenna. They were supposed to run this morning. They usually met at the path at eight thirty.
    Katy leaped from the bed and grabbed her silk robe to have something to wrap around her as she dashed toward the front door. A quick glance in the peephole confirmed her friend’s arrival. She whipped