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Chapter Three
    â€œJesus, Corryn,” he said as he reached forward to run his thumb along my wet, swollen mouth.
    In lieu of a reply, I smiled at him and wondered if this was the end of the evening. I’d come. He’d come. He’d had me up against a wall, sort of. My clock showed 2:26 a.m. I’d been up for twenty hours and by all rights I should have been tired, but instead an alert awareness, effervescent and sexual and full of life, hummed in my body.
    â€œYou look like you did the first time I saw you at Tony’s,” he said.
    I glanced at the mirror. Half-dressed, on my knees, my hair tumbled around my shoulders, sweat sheening my torso, I looked much the way I felt. “I looked like I’d just finished giving a guy a blow job?”
    I meant the remark to be sexy and fun but he took me seriously. “No. You looked alive. Like you could power the city with the force of your personality. Lately you’ve looked…distracted. Quiet.”
    Obviously Luke had been paying attention to me, close enough to see my need, my dilemma. How to describe the growing sensation of airy emptiness, the sudden awareness of nothingness under me? I couldn’t think of an answer so I rose to my feet, swaying a little as my blood pressure dropped. Luke put a steadying hand on my hip and looked up at me, his eyes still dark and unreadable.
    Time for another choice, but it wasn’t mine to make. I didn’t realize how much I hoped he’d stay until he slid his hands into the open waistband of my pants and relief seared through me.
    â€œAgain?” I asked, mock exasperation in my voice.
    He worked the clinging leather down my legs along with my thong, then flashed me a smile. “Slower.”
    I used his shoulder to steady myself as I stepped free of my clothes. He took my hand in his and slid back on the bed, stretching out on his side. I lay flat on my stomach and rested my cheek on folded arms so I could look at him. He was so beautiful, his hair as much a wreck as mine, his mouth kissed over the line into sulky temptation and his eyes… His eyes. The initial demand was gone, replaced by something I couldn’t identify.
    He reached out, stroking my cheeks with the backs of his fingers, then slid my hair over my shoulder so he could see my face. “Why am I here, Corryn?”
    A valid question given how long I’d made him wait, but I hadn’t thought he’d care. “We were long overdue for this,” I said, which was true, just not the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
    â€œWe were overdue for this the night we met,” Luke said mildly, his fingers now tracing the bumps of my spine.
    â€œI was two weeks into a new job. Hooking up with my boss’s best friend seemed…imprudent.”
    â€œI don’t write your performance appraisals,” he pointed out, amused. “I can’t give you a raise for that blow job or fire you if you won’t do it again. In fact, you’ve got one hell of a hostile work environment lawsuit against me, if you’re so inclined.”
    â€œI’m not so inclined,” I said with a smile. “And you can tell Tony all the dirty details at the racquetball game on Tuesday and he can find someone else to read his email and work up his presentations and make his travel arrangements.”
    â€œStalemate,” he said, then his hand paused. “If you thought I’ll tell Tony, what made you change your mind?”
    How do you tell a man of formulas and calculations, of stock prices and valuations and P and L statements, that sleeping with him seems tied to your creativity?
    How do you talk about the muse without sounding flighty and artistic? Crazy?
    â€œI needed to make a choice. It was either this,” I said with a vague between-you-and-me flip of my hand, “or sit down in some very public space and tell you I was going to start wearing shapeless burlap sacks to the