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against my skin. He looked down at me, and the intensity of the lust in his eyes was nearly intimidating, but I was way past sense. Miles. The thought of saying, “No, stop, I need sleep so I’m fresh for rehearsals tomorrow,” didn’t even occur to me. He pushed his hips between my legs and kissed me again. I was hungry for him. A white hot ball of heat grew beneath my hips. We kept kissing and grinding, hands everywhere. I pinched his nipple through his shirt and he gasped, biting my neck. I hated my clothes. I hated every layer of fabric between myself and his cock. I wanted to feel skin sweating above mine, his dick rigid and hot, his hands at my breasts. I wanted those hard, dry thrusts to be real, slick, sliding inside me.
    The siren blast split my ears. I almost choked on my own spit. Jonathan looked over at the police car and the tension in his neck was the last thing I saw before the light got too bright to see anything. I lowered my legs, and when he got off me, he held his hand out to help me off the hood.
    “Good morning,” came a male voice from behind the driver’s side light. The passenger door opened, and a female cop got out.
    “Good morning,” Jonathan and I answered like two kids greeting their third grade teacher. He wove his fingers in mine. The female cop shone her flashlight in my face. I flinched.
    “You okay, miss?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Can you step away from the gentleman, please? Come toward me.”
    I did, hands out so she knew I wasn’t reaching for anything. The cop pulled me out of earshot.
    “Do you know this guy?” she asked, shining a little light into my pupils to see if I was on anything stronger than pheromones.
    “Yes.”
    “Are you here of your own free will?”
    “Yes.”
    “That was pretty hot.” She snapped her little light down. “Next time, get a room, okay?”

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    T hings cooled on the way home. I kept my legs crossed and his hand stayed on the gear shifter. When I told Jonathan the lady cop said we should get a room, he laughed.
    “If only she knew who she was talking about,” he said. After a few seconds, he stopped at a light and turned to me. “So, what’s up with you saying you’re not sleeping with me, then pushing up against my dick on the hood of my car?”
    I was a little annoyed with the question, because he brought me there and he started kissing my neck, but I also couldn’t pretend I wasn’t just as responsible for the raw heat of the scene.
    “I just…” I had to pause and think. The light changed, and when he turned his head back to the road, I felt like I could talk. “I have things I’m doing. I can’t be up all night fucking because my voice gets messed up. I can’t think about a man, any man, nothing personal, when I should be writing songs. Carving out enough nights for song writing, between gigs and working, is hard enough without making time for a boyfriend. So, I mean, I had to give up something in life, and it’s men.”
    He nodded and thought about it. He rubbed his chin, which had a little bit of stubble. My neck remembered it very fondly. “I get it.”
    “So, I’m sorry I led you on. That was careless.”
    His laugh was loud and inappropriate, considering what I’d just said, but he didn’t seem embarrassed.
    “What’s so funny?” I asked.
    “You’re taking all my best lines.”
    “Didn’t mean to steal your thunder.”
    “No problem. I enjoyed hearing it.”
    I leaned back and watched the scenery change from the twisted forestation of Mulholland to the expanse of the 101. How did I end up in this car, at four in the morning, with a known womanizer? Yes, he was gorgeous and warm and knew all the right places and ways to touch me, but really? How stupid would I be? How many women had fallen for this crap, and I was going to be another one in line?
    The wind made it hard to talk until he pulled off downtown. “What’s with you and sleeping around?” I asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “All the women. You