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deep he was inside her. She felt his release through the thin barrier of the condom and shuddered out a breath as she fought for air. She wiggled a bit and he shuddered behind her and collapsed over her back. Her knees hit the bed and his shaft began to soften with his release.
    “Did I hurt you?” he panted.
    “No,” she said. There had been that one brief moment when he’d lifted her knees and impaled her farther but the brief flash of pain had bled quickly into pleasure. Plus, she’d never had an orgasm like the ones he’d given her.
    He stood up, pulling free of her and she slumped to the bed, sucking air. Her heart was still racing, her whole body boneless, and she marveled at the fact that he was still standing.
    “Bathroom?”
    “The door over there,” she managed to point a finger toward her master bath and closed her eyes as he moved in that direction. She had to catch her breath so that she could have a round two. She’d just rest for a minute, just a minute while he cleaned up.

Chapter Four
     
    She’d fallen asleep. She couldn’t believe that she’d finally gotten Jack—Jack, for god’s sake—in her bed and she’d fallen asleep after having sex. Only once. She’d had him only once. And now with the morning light she was in bed alone, meaning he’d left at some point during the night. And that made him another one-night stand. With Mike, that made two. Jacey would be proud. Dee was a “ho” in the making. So why did it hurt?
    She’d been the one who’d said they were all wrong, that she could have a one-night stand without her emotions playing a role. And, damn it, she could. She would. She had to shake this off. First, she had to quit wallowing in her bed and hit the shower. Then she had clothes to pick up off her living room floor and a pair of ripped panties to find.
    She still smelled like sex and Jack and, if she was going to think straight, she had to wash that off. Besides, she had a plane to catch in a few hours. She had a meeting with her boss to go over his schedule for the next few months.
    She loved the convenience of working from her home, setting her own hours and having all the free time she wanted, as long as she stayed on top of her boss’ schedule. She was a virtual assistant. She did all the things that a personal assistant would do in an office, only without the office. She took care of his schedule, travel arrangements, speaking engagements, projects, as well as some of his more personal things. Like sending his mom a birthday card and gift, as well as occasionally sending flowers to a woman he was moving on from. She’d worked for him since she’d graduated from school and they had a great repartee between them.
    Once in a while she would need to travel and meet him at a venue but not that often. He’d been on a tour in Europe for the last six weeks and she’d overseen the entire thing from her computer at home. They used Skype when they needed to but most of the time it was through email, text, or phone conversations. She was good at her job and that meant she didn’t have to travel very much.
    She pushed the covers back and gingerly stepped from the bed. She was sore, and glancing down at her hips, she smiled at the fingermark bruises where Jack had gripped her and held on. Her breasts were sore and one of them had a red hickey-type mark. She walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her appearance showed a woman who’d been well used the night before. She loved it. She hated it. She just shook her head and groaned. Sleeping with Jack was a complication she didn’t need, especially since he wouldn’t be shipping out again.
    She turned and started the water running in the shower. Hot water and coffee. That was what she needed right now. And work. Work would keep her focused on other things and maybe by the time she returned on Friday she’d be able to handle her current mess better. One thing was certain, her boss would keep her busy and laughing