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    Corbin fell back on her bed and closed her eyes. She allowed
herself to drift off to sleep. A few hours later she was awakened by a kiss.
    “Oh Ryder…” she moaned.
    “Who the fuck is Ryder?” Rob blurted. He stood up next to
the bed, his hands curled into fists. Corbin swallowed hard and scrambled for
an excuse.
    “What? Hey, come here.” She tugged on his hand.
    “You said Ryder when I kissed you.’
    “I don’t know what you are talking about, I was asleep.”
    Rob’s fists relaxed a little. He sat down on the bed.
    “Maybe I am just hearing things.” He rubbed his hair. Corbin
took advantage of the moment and rubbed his back.
    “How were the races?”
    “Pretty good,” Rob yawned. He lay back on the bed. Corbin
rested her head on his chest. “So what did you want to talk about?”
    “That can wait.” Corbin traced circles on his shirt. She
lifted her head and seen Rob had his eyes closed. She shook him, he in turn
rolled over onto his side. “Rob…”
    “Tired,” he mumbled. In exasperation she threw herself back
onto the pillow. Picking up one she covered her face and muffled a soft scream
into it. She removed the pillow and then rolled over to him. She pressed her
body against his and pulled up his shirt. She stroked his chest then slid her
hands down to the front of his jeans.
    “Don’t,” he mumbled.
    “Please,” she whined. His response was a snore. Frustration
filled her. She knew once the snore happened, all possibilities of sex went out
the window. She scrambled out of bed and stood staring at him. Spotting his
cell phone she carefully pulled it out of his pocket. She pushed the power
button and attempted to unlock it. After a few failed attempts she tossed it on
the bed beside him. Remembering her beer in the fridge, she opened her bedroom
door.
    “That was fast.” Corbin stopped in her tracks. Ryder was
laying on the couch in those tight sexy boxers, a cigarette in one hand and a
beer in the other. She huffed at him then continued into the kitchen. She
grabbed a beer, popped the top and gulped down half of the liquid. She took a
deep breath then finished the beer. She grabbed another and went back into the
living room. She plopped down in the bean bag chair.
    “Can I have a cig?” she muttered. He tossed one and the lighter.
She lit it and inhaled deeply. She looked his way. The light from the TV
illuminated his tattoos and his goddamn V taunted her. He put out his cigarette
then stood. He stretched and Corbin shuddered. He handed her the ashtray. She
looked down his body her eyes resting on his bulge. She bit her lip then looked
back up into his eyes.
    “So how’s lover boy?” Ryder asked. He had a sly smile on his
face.
    “Huh?” Corbin’s brain felt like mush.
    “Rob.” He pointed to her bedroom door.
    “Oh, he fell asleep,” she stammered. She had almost
forgotten Rob was in the other room. Ryder was a major distraction. Ryder
nodded, something washed over his face, as if he were plotting something. He
ran a hand through his hair, looked at her door then kneeled down in front of her.
Corbin tensed up.
    “Corbin…” He licked his lips.
    “Yeah…”
    “How do you say I want to make love to you in French?” Her
head was spinning. She glanced towards her bedroom door then back to him.
    “Ahhh…” He took her beer from her and put out her cigarette.
He then placed his hands on either side of her. Corbin tightened her crossed
legs.
    “Say it.” His face was just inches from hers.
    “Ahm…” No words came to mind. He touched her face and ran
his fingers over her lips. Corbin felt like she was melting into the chair. “Je
veux te faire l’amour.”
    “That is so hot.” He kissed her gently and Corbin moaned.
The sound of keys jiggling in the door made Ryder jump up and run from the
room. Corbin sat up and smoothed out her clothes. Alex entered the apartment.
    “What are you still doing up?” she asked.
    “Couldn’t