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the move pushed her breasts together. The little brown nipples beaded. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders.
    He grasped his erection and tugged. He imagined her riding him. The vision of her worked so much better than just beating off. He stroked himself and murmured her name. Lust poured through him and every nerve ending buzzed.
    The Maya in his mind grinned. Her breasts bounced and her eyes closed. Her lips parted. She moaned like she did the night before. His balls ached. He could almost feel her juices on his cock. The memory of her heat surrounded him.
    “Christ.” He pulled on his cock, then cradled his balls in his other hand. Tingles started in his lower belly. He bucked his hips. Just a little more. He pulled on his dick and dug his fingers into his balls. All he needed was her in his arms to make the fantasy complete.
    “Maya,” he puffed. Levi thrust harder into his hand and gritted his teeth. The orgasm building in his groin spread throughout his body. His limbs trembled and he arched his back.
    “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck.” The climax hit him at full blast. He opened his eyes and gasped. Cum shot from his dick and dribbled down his hands. Holy hell. Levi sagged against the sheets and fought to catch his breath. He’d bet she had no idea how she affected him.
    Levi stared at the ceiling, caught up in the glow of post orgasm. As he came down from the high, he considered the night before. What was it about Maya? Because she was the first black woman he’d dated? Because she’d been nice to him? Or was it just physical—his body wanted hers?
    The physical lust was definitely there. He grinned. He could make love to her a hundred times and not tire. He sighed. The color of her skin didn’t bother him. Hell, he loved the way she looked, from her blonde hair to her toes. He loved the way she fit in his arms as they slept and couldn’t wait to see her round with child. Too bad the kid wasn’t his.
    He fumbled on the floor for his boxers, then wiped the cum off his dick and groin. He sat up and tossed the soiled boxers into the hamper. He’d do laundry in a couple hours. The scent of Maya lingered on his sheets and part of him wanted to keep her there. He liked the spunky waitress. Now he’d have to figure out how to tell her he liked her.
    He climbed out of bed and yanked on a fresh pair of boxers, then headed to the front room. A piece of paper caught his eye.
    “She left me a note?” He wandered over to where the piece of paper waited. He admired her handwriting, very linear and direct—like her.
     
    Thank you for a fantastic night. I needed to step out to think. Call me?
    555-2715
    Maya
     
    Levi scrubbed his hand across his chin. Well, she’d left him a thank you note, but asked him to call her. That had to be promising—didn’t it? Maybe? Hell, he didn’t know. He sighed again. His next shift started at 16:00. Plenty of time to call her and maybe have lunch with her or something. A thought occurred to him. She could have plans. He rolled his eyes. He was over-thinking everything. Christ. Once a woman wriggled her way into his mind, he was totally fucked.
    Yet there she was, like a constant reminder—and after only one mind-blowing night and one hand job.
    Totally, completely fucked.
    Levi left the note on the table, then headed into the kitchen. He’d figure out what to do after breakfast and a hot shower.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    “I went home with him last night.” Maya stared at her reflection in the mirror while her sister stood behind her and chattered. After a four-hour nap and sulking on the couch for an hour, she’d headed to her sister’s to freshen up her look. Her niece, Adaline, sat in the swivel chair to her left and hacked away at her doll’s hair with a pair of safety scissors. The poor doll didn’t have much hair to begin with and with Adaline’s handiwork, she’d be bald in minutes.
    “Yeah?” Tia lifted a hank of her hair and added the lightening agent to