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necessary, but something said if I
stayed with Ian, I would never leave his bed.
    This was just supposed to be a fling.
    Except it wasn’t a fling. It had turned into
an addiction. My tongue ran over my upper lip. “I don’t know how
late I’ll be, and my flight leaves at seven tonight.” The plane
jolted and the engines revved as we pulled back from the gate.
    “Reschedule your flight.” He cupped my cheek
and ran his thumb over the spot I’d licked, daring me to suck on it
as I had last night.
    Despite my good girl misgivings, my inner
slut did just that. His pale eyes darkened as he watched me worship
his thumb with my mouth.
    Exactly the same way I’d worshipped his cock
in the shower.
    His breathing had grown ragged by the time I
released him. “I’ll text you when I’m done. That’s all I can
promise.”
    “Where are you going for your meeting? I can
wait for you there.” He waggled his eyebrows.
    I knew he was teasing, but his behavior hit
the button that reminded me too much of the ex. All those false
accusations of me cheating to cover up his own infidelities. I drew
back. “You’re pushing too hard, Ian.”
    He looked away and blew out a harsh breath.
If he was angry, it was better to know now and end this as the
one-night stand it was supposed to be.
    Finally, he said, “I’m sorry. You’re right.”
He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a cream-colored
business card. “I would appreciate it if you would text me if you
have the time this evening.”
    I took the card and read the black embossed
writing. Hollister & McKinney, Attorneys at Law, Ian
Hollister. Underneath his name, the office address and phone
number were listed as well as his cell phone number and e-mail
address.
    I didn’t know which surprised me more—that
Ian was a lawyer or that he’d finally revealed his last name. The
irony that I’d been worried about scaring him by telling him about
my interview wasn’t lost on me. I’d tell him tonight.
    After he fucked my brains out.
    Right then, I knew I’d made my decision to
postpone my flight. I met his expectant gaze. “What happens if I
don’t contact you until midnight?”
    He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to be the
recipient of a booty call.”
    We both laughed, the tension disappeared, and
the rest of the short flight to Tampa was exceedingly pleasant.
    * * *
    As we waited at the taxi stand, he murmured,
“I’d ask to share a cab, but I presume that would be pushing
again.”
    “It would be.” I laid a hand on his jacket
sleeve. “I’ll text you. I don’t break my promises.”
    He cupped the back of my head and laid a
soul-searing kiss on me. Our tongues tangled, fought, caressed,
until the airport’s traffic director cleared his throat, loud
enough it cut through the exceptionally noisy loading area.
    My lipstick was smeared over Ian’s mouth.
    “Tonight,” I guaranteed.
    “Tonight,” he repeated.
    “The ‘S’ stands for Sullivan,” I said before
I climbed into the taxi and gave the driver the address for
Radcliffe Software. As the cab pulled away from the curb, I turned
and watched Ian recede in the distance. A perplexed expression
tilted his full lips. Giving him my last name shouldn’t have been
that much of a surprise.
    Did I have another reason to move to Tampa? I
pulled out my compact to repair my make-up, but the question
wouldn’t leave my mind. I knew better than to make life decisions
based on the hormone high of initial attraction. However, nights
with Ian would definitely sweeten the pot.
    So would mornings and afternoons.
    I pushed my thoughts of him into the
compartment with the rest of my personal life as I’d always done,
but he refused to stay there. Memories of him, of last night and
this morning, teased me.
    Common sense shoved against the erotic images
of undressing for him. Of him finger-fucking me while the oblivious
cab driver guided his vehicle through the thunderstorm. Of him
forcibly taking me from behind and how