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quietly as she hugged him tight from behind, and his booted feet stretched out to keep the bike balanced.
    “Where you going?” she asked with a whisper against his ear.
    “That dive will work good for me.”
    She nodded her chin against him. “Be hard to get a room anywhere else with all the events going on in town.”
    His hand came up and clasped her hand over his chest. “You sure you can get a room here?”
    “Yes, my boss keeps some open for code yellow—safe housing for abused young women.” Then she added, “It’s his charity. Where I work.”
    Zeb twisted, lifted an arm over his head, cupped the back of her skull, and pulled her mouth to his.
    “Have to tell me about that next time,” he muttered against her lips, then he kissed her long, slow, and very thoroughly.
    When he was done and she was breathless and clinging, he edged from his bike, hitting the kickstand before he stood. As soon as he helped her to stand, she latched on to him again, full frontal with her arms up over his shoulders.
    “Come in. I want you to come in.”
    He grabbed her butt, pulling her up against him, and she could feel what she was leaving him with. Twenty-one months.
    “No you don’t, sweetness. Tell me how you’re putting your dickwad off?”
    He changed the subject, but she wasn’t letting him. “I want you.” She rubbed against all that fine hardness. “I don’t care who knows.”
    His large hands squeezed her buttocks. “Got a taste of you and one time is fucking not enough, Carly. But we’re being cool on your husband, until we figure him out. Now tell me.”
    She sighed, exasperated. “I’m telling him for tonight I have a code red case that just came in. That means teen in crisis and could take all night.”
    “Those happen often?”
    “No, the guys always take those, but he knows I could be needed, so I just made myself fake needed.” Then she added, “I could fake this for a few days too.”
    “Do it,” Zeb ordered immediately.
    And Carly thought it was quite telling that she immediately responded, “Okay.”
    He kissed her again, then he unlatched them, got in his saddlebags for her purse, which he handed her, then he took her hand and walked her to the back door. She rummaged through her purse, looking for a keycard.
    “You work tomorrow?” he asked, stopping at the closed door.
    She pulled out the keycard as she answered, “It’s Sunday.”
    His hand cupped her cheek. “Is that Carly’s way of saying no?” She nodded with the beginning of a smile. “Breakfast with me,” he stated, another absolute.
    Once again, she easily followed. “Okay.”
    He pulled her up for a kiss. “We’re going to figure this out, sweetness.”
    She put a lot into that kiss, trying to tell him how much she regretted them leaving each other, until he growled in his throat and stopped them.
    “You keep kissing me like that I’m going to do you on my bike, sassy ass.” Then he took her hand with the keycard and put it in the slot, until it beeped. He pushed the door open. “I’ll be here at ten to get you.”
    A few minutes later, Carly wandered down the back hallway pretty much in a wine-cooler-plus-vodka, no-panties Zeb Daze. Her husband’s existence had been blown to smithereens in her mind. There was just something about Zeb that fired her on all cylinders into turbocharge. Oral orgasms could be a tiny part of it. She was sorely lacking in anything but self-induced after her husband made another excuse not to go to bed with her.
    Suddenly she stopped cold—then she sucked in a startled breath.
    “He hasn’t got ED or early ejaculation problems,” she muttered, which were the theories she’d been working on for his lack of interest in having sex with her.
    Even after he’d come back, asking for a reconciliation, they’d only had one stalled quickie to seal the deal. She’d been very disappointed to realize that attempt wasn’t the start of a better sex life for them, but put them right back