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gasping joy. She rode him harder, heat and sweat covering her body. She took his hands in hers and pressed them up over his head, jerking her hips harder against his rising body. Her nipples hovered bare inches from his face and he caught one in his mouth, sucking it hard and making her cry out.
    The rhythm of his hips sped up beneath her and she knew he was close. His hands broke free of hers and clasped onto her shoulders, pushing her down hard so he could bury himself deep within her. It kept her still, unable to move freely, as though trapped beneath his hands. He jerked and cried out beneath her, and she felt him throb and explode within her, his head thrown back in ecstasy. His hands relented as he came. Isabel continued thrusting, rocking harder, feeling her orgasm swell within her, until she too exploded in wave after wave of bursting sensation.
    The tension in her muscles slowly ebbed. He slipped from her, still breathing hard, and she slid to his side, up against his chest.
    “Damn,” he said softly. “What time is it?”
    Isabel didn’t want to turn and look at the clock. “I don’t know,” she said.
    Duane sat up, leaving her leaning against an empty pillow, and glanced at the clock. “It’s almost two in the morning,” he said, getting up to go toward the bathroom.
    Isabel lay still for a moment, feeling a little lost as the sweat cooled on her skin. The aching emptiness was gone, but at the same time, there seemed to be some other emptiness Duane hadn’t touched, something left unfulfilled.
    He came back in, wearing a fresh pair of boxers. He slid back into bed, and kissed her on the cheek. “You sure know how to give a man a good surprise, baby,” he said, and turned away on his side.
    For a moment, Isabel considered asking him to hold her, or scooting over toward him so he couldn’t possibly ignore her. Then she sighed quietly and got out of bed, still naked. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water warm.
    She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her black hair was tousled and wild, heat still flushing her face and body. She ran her hands lightly over her skin, feeling the light sweat and the smell of sex still on her body.
    There was a light mark on her breast. A faint, reddish mark.
    Of course there is , she thought.
    The mark was slightly above the nipple. Just a faint reddish tinge.
    Wasn’t Duane sucking on the nipple itself? she thought, and the memory sent a faint twinge of electricity through her still-warm body. But was it Duane’s mouth she was remembering or Ryan’s?
    That’s silly , she thought. It was a dream.
    * * * * *
     “You look better.”
    Isabel looked up from her desk to see Det. Freitas standing over her. “I beg your pardon?”
    Freitas leaned against the cubicle wall. “You look a lot better than the other night. You feeling okay?”
    Isabel glanced around to see if anyone was listening. The office was a honeycomb of cubicles, hiding any number of eavesdropping ears, but no one within her line of sight seemed to be paying attention. “I feel fine, thank you,” she said. “Is there something I can do for you, Detective?”
    Freitas shrugged. “Feel like a cup of coffee?”
    Isabel didn’t feel like a cup of coffee, but she was desperate to get Freitas away from her co-workers. “I’ve got a lunch break in ten minutes. I can leave early.”
    Freitas nodded, and Isabel quickly collected her purse. They walked through the honeycomb in silence, for which Isabel was profoundly grateful. She waited until they were out on the sidewalk before she spoke. “I’m sorry, Detective, I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just…”
    “You don’t want your friends to know about your weekend plans,” Freitas finished.
    Isabel shrugged. “It’s just they’re not really my friends. They’re people I work with, that’s all, and I don’t want any rumors running around about me.”
    Freitas gestured to a nearby café. “That place has