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breathing. I feel tears rolling from the corners of my eyes. I quickly wipe them away while Mitch begins his climb up my body. My breast rises to greet his mouth, and I plunge one hand into his hair and grasp his chin with the other. Lifting my neck, I pull his mouth away from my nipple and attack his lips. He finishes his climb, allowing me to rest my head down, his tongue exploring my mouth. Ripping his lips from mine, he gazes into my eyes, strumming his thumb against my bottom lip purposefully. Mitch shifts just barely, never losing eye contact. I raise my hips for him, and at this moment I realize I have never wanted someone this bad in my life. My neck involuntarily bends back as I feel myself stretch around him.
    “Charlotte,” he gasps. A small sob flies from my mouth and hangs over us like a secret that never meant to be discovered. “Charlotte ... baby, look at me,” he whispers. My neck relaxes and my eyes find his. They look confused. “Charlotte?”
    “Shh.” I lean up and kiss him. It turns from soft and reluctant to urgent, even desperate. Mitch rolls his hips again—skillfully, I may add. Within moments, we are in perfect rhythm. I relish in the feeling of my body finally accommodating his with ease. I swiftly turn my head away. My eyes go wide in disbelief as the newly familiar feeling creeps up on me once again.
    “Look at me,” he commands. It’s meant to sound assertive, but it translates almost to a plea. I comply—eyes still wide, ready to be transported someplace incredible. “You’re mine.” His right hand palms my face and I feel like I’m hanging by a thread. “Say it!” he demands.
    “I’m yours ... I’m ... oh ...” I’m gone, wild beneath him.
    “That’s it, baby. Tell me. Show me you’re mine,” he says, egging me on. I comply in every way. Sound. Touch. I’m his ... contract or no contract. I tighten myself around him, my final proclamation. The sound that escapes his throat brings me to my knees. “Char—goddamn.” His nose scrunches up and his lips form an “O” shape. The tip of his tongue slides over the top of his teeth and pushes against them as if its life depended on it. “Ugh,” he grunts one last time, then falls to my chest, panting. Mitch lifts his head.
    “I’m sorry,” I say quickly.
    “About?”
    “I called you Mitch.” I wince.
    “Christ, Charlotte, that’s the furthest from my mind right now,” he says with a hint of irritation. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. He shakes his head slightly and takes in a deep breath. “Right now I just want to bask in our post-coital glow.”
    “But?” I ask, showcasing my nervousness.
    “ But ... we are going to have a very in-depth conversation tomorrow morning.” He grabs my chin and rocks my head side to side gently for emphasis. I reply by swallowing hard—it’s all I’ve got. He dips down and sweeps my lips lightly before pulling out. I cringe from the sudden emptiness I feel. Mitch rolls onto his back and pulls me with him. His fingers glide up and down my spine, then into my hair and back down again. The strumming of his fingers, the effects of two amazing orgasms, the stress and worry about what was to come of tonight, and the fact that I was up at four this morning with a feverish Brooklynn—I find myself in a soporific state that I can’t fight anymore.

 

     
     
    My eyes fly open in a panic and I glance around the room trying to place it. Ugh ... I hate when this happens. And it does—too often, thanks to all my traveling. Boston ... I’m in Boston. Charlotte! I turn my head to the right to find her resting with her back to me. She’s sleeping so peacefully. I fight the urge to touch her.
    What the hell was that last night?! No way has she done this before! I’ve had my fair share of professional ladies. Charlotte did not display one single characteristic in common with them. Well, her playfulness, but I could tell that was genuine, not forced. She signed at