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asking you’ll eventually tell me.”
    “Don’t you want to know what the ladies had to say about you?”
    If she stood there looking at him too much longer she’d end up straddling his lap and throwing caution to the wind. He sent her body into overdrive—it didn’t matter that it had been seven years. Hell, when they’d been together it hadn’t mattered if he’d just taken her and she was still lying limp and sweaty beneath him. He always made her want him.
    He lounged back in the chair like a big jungle cat, and his eyes were predatory. If she let him inside she knew where they’d end up. Even from where she stood she could feel the arcs of electricity between them. Her nipples were hard and her skin tingled. And the rigid length of his cock was visible beneath his jeans. He wasn’t the least embarrassed to let her take her fill. He was a beautiful specimen of the male species. And he knew it.
    “What do you say, sweetheart? Are you going to invite me in or do you want to stay out here for everyone to see? Unless you want to try that again.”
    Her body flushed hot and she remembered very clearly a time when they’d been on a balcony in a hotel in Mexico. The sun was brutal and small beads of sweat snaked down the hollow between her breasts, but the cool, salty breeze tickled her skin and pebbled her flesh. Waves crashed onto shore and then ebbed back in a hypnotic dance, and couples lay out on the sand in languid splendor.
    And all the while, she’d been holding on to the balcony for dear life while Zeke fucked her from behind, the triangles of her bikini top pulled to the sides so her breasts were plumped and exposed. He hadn’t even bothered to remove her bathing suit bottom. He’d just pushed it aside and buried himself deep.
    She’d been mesmerized by all the people below. They were so close, and she’d been standing three stories above them, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out and calling attention to herself. If they’d only looked up they’d have seen what he was doing to her, and it was that fear of getting caught that had pushed her to new limits. It had been one of the biggest rushes—the biggest turn-ons she’d ever experienced. And Zeke had held his hand over her mouth as she’d screamed through one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had.
    Heat flushed her face as she saw the echoes of memory in his own eyes. “Come on in,” she finally said, her voice husky.
    She unlocked the door and went inside, leaving it open behind her. She heard the door close and the click of the deadbolt as he turned it.
    “You didn’t answer my question,” he said.
    “Well, you haven’t answered any of mine.” She shrugged and tossed her keys in the little bowl on the table and sat her backpack on the floor. The music box was a fleeting thought. There was no point trying to do anything with it while Zeke was there. 
    “Cooper and I spent the afternoon catching up over cinnamon rolls and coffee.”
    “I didn’t realize you and Cooper knew each other that well. I just met him when I moved here.”
    Zeke’s grin was easy to interpret. “You could say Coop and I spent some very memorable summers here when we were in college. The people in this town are still as curious as they were back then. They all remembered me. And then they started talking about you. Don’t you want to know what they had to say?”
    “Not really.”
    “I don’t believe you. You’re nosy as hell. I bet you know everything about each and every one of the people who work in these shops.”
    “Of course I do,” she said over her shoulder. “Because I listen. You should try it some time.”
    “I’ve heard everything you’ve said since I laid eyes on you again a few hours ago.”
    “Yet here you are in my apartment, not answering my questions.”
    He grinned unrepentantly. “Listening and obeying are two different things. I’ll show you the difference as soon as I get your clothes off.”
    She arched a