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stepped up to her and grabbed her workout gear up off the garage floor where it had left a bit of a mark from the sweat-dampness. Holding it to my face, I inhaled Violet’s post-workout aroma. Perfection.
    “You stink,” I said, grinning and tossing the wet, dry-fit gear at her.
    She dodged the workout clothes with a grin, shook her head, and then leaped at me, taking me by surprise and knocking me onto my back on the cold concrete floor. Pressing her lips to mine, her hand fumbled with my pants and grabbed my dick, stroking it quickly.
    “Oh, man,” I groaned, but her lips didn’t give me much room to breath, let alone strike up a conversation.
    When she finally pulled back, she rolled over, yanking me on top of her, and then she pressed down on my shoulders while raising her crotch toward my face.
    “Now?” I asked. I felt gross after our run. I couldn’t imagine how she felt.
    She pushed my face against her wet pants. “Luke. Now.”
    I hooked my fingers over the waist of her pants and peeled them off her legs. Before she could say my name again, my lips found that mole on the inside of her knee. I kissed it gently, then licked a salty trail up her thigh.
    She moaned as I reached her pussy. Her folds looked wilted from the run, but I knew she was juicy. I slipped my finger inside her and confirmed just how well I knew this woman. I made another pass, a little deeper this time.
    Violet squirmed underneath my touch.
    As I leaned forward, closing my eyes and opening my mouth, she stopped me.
    My eyes shot open. “What is it?”
    She crawled backward, away from me, then rose back up to her feet and headed inside, leaving me on my hands and knees with a rock-hard erection.
    Inside the house, I found her in the shower, stripped out of my Asics and joined her, wrapping my arms around her from behind and letting her feel the stiff, unresolved mess she had left in the garage. And then my finger found its way back to her clit.
    “No, Luke,” she said, stretching her neck the same way I had earlier. “I can’t now. Not now. I have to get ready.”
    Her tone said enough. Backing away, I turned to my showerhead, got its spray nice and warm and started polishing off what she had started. I was still working at it when she killed her own showerhead and stepped past me, slapping my butt.
    “Go easy, champ,” she giggled. “I’m going to need some of that energy once I get home.”
    I watched her grab a towel and wrap it around her perfect ass before focusing on me again.
    “Come on,” I begged, indicating the semi-erect dick in my hands. “Don’t leave me like this.”
    She gave a shrug, but I could see the mild hunger in the way she started at my naked body with the water dripping down my chest and abs. “I promised I would be there.”
    “Violet…”
    Shaking her head, she swiveled around on her heels and walked away.
    I never did finish what she started.
    And neither did she.
     
     
     
    Seated at the desk with the computer monitors humming and the iPhone alarm set to tell me when I needed to leave for tonight’s performance, I jumped when the ringer started. I checked the display—212-944-3700 , New York City—and my stomach tightened.
    Before answering the call, I wiped my hands along my thighs to dry them out and took a deep breath.
    “Violets & Illusions,” I barked. And then waited. And waited. It seemed like forever, a long road of silence between now and when I finally received a response.
    “Luke Kemble,” a curt female voice said.
    I grunted an affirmative.
    The line was quiet for a moment, occupied with the background sounds of keyboard clicks and breathing. “I’m Lindsey with the Shubert Organization. You were inquiring about theater bookings for a…um…magic show?”
    My heartbeat picked up pace. “That’s right, of course.” I had made the request over a year ago. Broadway offered plenty of opportunity to turbocharge Violet’s show to Vegas, exactly where she needed to be, where