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his erection, pushing his engorged length into her waiting pussy with the gush of her already potent arousal. And then he’d gone to work.
    Her hands moved frantically, one controlling the bullet between her legs, the other grabbing her breasts, squeezing until tears stung her eyes. Her breath was coming in loud gulps now, her head tilted as her back arched off the bed.
    She could imagine him inside her, filling her, pleasing her, and she bucked her hips. A flash of thought and she almost tossed the vibrator and pushed her fingers into her aching center instead, but penetration was cheating, she’d often told herself. It was okay to bring herself to orgasm by stimulation alone, any type of penetration and she might as well kick the celibacy habit and go get laid.
    In the dream he’d rammed into her so hard her head had snapped back, rapping soundly against the wall, but she hadn’t cared. He’d grabbed her breasts, squeezing tightly, groaning as he looked down to see his efforts had pushed them over the rim of her dress. Her thighs clenched around him as her nails dug into his shoulders and when they both came it was like the grand finale at the Fourth of July fireworks display—exhilarating and extremely satisfying.
    On the bed her thighs quivered, her head thrashing against the pillows until she moaned with the rush of release and finally lay slack against her now-damp sheets.
    “Dammit!” she cursed, jumping off the bed and heading straight for the bathroom.
    Leaving the apparatus on the side of the sink for later cleaning, she moved directly to the shower to switch on the hot water. Yanking the nightgown so hard she thought she may have heard it rip, she tossed the material to the floor then stepped out of her panties. In the next instant she was in the shower, letting her head fall back as the sting of the water hit her still-aroused body. She scrubbed herself as if she’d been touched by some sort of disease, raking her nails over her skin while muttering something about arrogant, too-fine men.
    About a half hour and two cups of coffee later, Priya had regained some semblance of control, putting the dreams and the morning’s escapade behind her as she sat down and powered up her laptop. Checking her e-mails was the last thing Priya wanted to do, dread settling quickly in the center of her chest as she pulled up her mailbox. So instead of checking them she composed one to Lolo, her computer-geek friend at the paper. She and Lolo had been the best of friends for the last two years, after she’d felt so bad about turning down his date request that she’d taken him out for a Big Mac meal that had been on special that week.
    She sent Lolo the pictures she’d taken with her cell phone at last night’s dinner and asked him to go through the databases to provide her with names and connections to Roman Reynolds. After sending off that e-mail she thought briefly about cleaning her apartment, then changed her mind in lieu of another cup of coffee. Oh, how she loved the convenience and quickness of her Keurig.
    Then, as if it had been on the agenda all along, she sat back down in front of her laptop and typed his name into the search engine. She shouldn’t have, she knew it and berated herself while waiting for links to appear. She didn’t give a damn who Sebastian Perry was, he wasn’t going to help her with this story, his parting words after he’d walked her to her door last night had said it all.
    “Stay away from Roman Reynolds and forget about the notion of cat people. You’ll be much better off if you take my advice,” he’d said in a mellow tone that matched his reserved demeanor. He’d stood close to her as he always seemed to do, like at any minute he would reach out and touch her cheek, pull her closer, gently kiss her lips … no, no, NO!
    Priya slammed her hands down on her desk and closed her eyes. “Do. Not. Think of him that way,” she told herself sternly. “Just do not!”
    When she