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did some work. He rolled to his side and stared at the still form of the sleeping woman beside him. Angie Scot had blown away all his expectations; she had loved like it was her last night on earth, holding nothing back. In the same way, she had demanded all he had to give, and he still hadn’t had enough. She had said she wanted him to lose control, and he’d mentally scoffed; he never lost control. Boy, was he wrong.
    He could still feel the sensation of her lips when she’d taken him into her mouth. She’d used her tongue, gently grazing the underside of his shaft with her teeth. By the time she’d taken her mouth off him, he’d been blind and deaf to everything except the need to have her. He had taken her roughly, pounding into her like a man possessed, and she’d encouraged him, taking everything he gave and giving it back to him.
    He shifted uncomfortably, knowing he was hard again. He was beginning to think he would never have enough of this woman, and the thought disturbed him. It would be a mistake to fall for Angie, especially since she would be leaving so soon. Alex had been through something like this before, when the only woman he had ever come close to falling in love with had left him for her ex-husband. He’d learned the hard way to be cautious in love and he had a gut feeling that Angie Scot could hurt him deeply if he wasn’t careful.
    He needed to get some space between them, get back to his apartment. But his hands seemed to have a different idea, because they reached out and trailed over the delicate satin of her skin. She sighed and snuggled closer to him. He would go back to his apartment soon, but he needed to taste her first.
    He raised himself up, resting on one hand as he watched her wake up. “Hey.”
    Angie stared up at him, a blank look on her face. She blinked, and her cheeks flooded with color. Then she gave him a bright smile. “Hi.”
    Alex ran his fingers through her hair and leaned down to kiss her. They broke for air, and he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer as he settled comfortably on the bed. “What’s the time?” she asked, her voice husky from sleep and desire.
    “It should be a few minutes past two.”
    She raised her head slightly to peer at him in the moonlight-filled room. “How do you know?”
    He shrugged then turned to the clock by her bedside. “There, it’s 2:17. Happy now?” he said teasingly.
    She shook her head and lay back on the crook of his arm. “Why are you up?”
    “My internal clock wakes me up around 2:00 a.m. each day.”
    “Two o’clock in the morning every day?” she asked in wonder.
    “Every single day.”
    Alex could practically see the wheels turning in her head. He wondered if she was going to let it go, and what he was going to do if she decided not to.
    “What happened?” she asked.
    Damn, she wasn’t going to drop it. He sighed and shifted so he could stare at the ceiling. Where did he begin?
    “Well, when my parents died, we were taken to my grandfather’s. My sister and I were just kids, and settling down with Grandfather wasn’t easy.”
    “Was he mean to you?” she asked.
    He paused, and she got the impression he was searching for the right words. “Yes, he was mean. But he was also from a different age. An age where one didn’t show emotions, and you had to be strong, no matter what. So we were forbidden to cry.”
    “How old were you?” she asked.
    “I was nine years old. Farrah was only four.”
    “What happened to your parents?” she asked gently.
    “They were returning from a formal function when they crashed and were killed. We were woken up that night and hustled to our grandfather’s house. There was this great grandfather clock in the foyer of his house. We were brought there, and I guess the person who brought us must have left. So there we were, two frightened kids waiting for someone to show up, when the clock chimed twice.”
    Angie struggled to hide her sympathy for the little