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    Kate Watterson
    the other eye. Her slight headache was back, but she’d done that entirely to herself.
    Jake Quinn on the other hand, had done a lot of things to her as well. It was all true, from the wreckage of the bed, her undeniable nude presence among those tumbled sheets, and of course, the vivid memory of just how incredible the young—virile—Mr.
    Quinn truly was. She might be thirty-six, but she had never made love so many times in just one night.
    Not made love, she quickly corrected herself as she registered the smell of bacon frying. Had wild, uninhibited very satisfying animal sex. Her body felt well used, but then again, it had been.
    As a lover, he certainly got high marks.
    Just the same, she had the feeling this was a very big mistake.
    Her professional life was her whole existence at the moment, and sleeping with a student—even if he was closer to being a colleague—was a bit frowned upon.
    What’s more, she was—martinis or not—a complete idiot. Her thighs were sticky with sperm, which was not much of a surprise considering how many times they had made love, but she hadn’t even thought once to ask him to use a condom. Sex was bad enough, unprotected sex made her stupid.
    She dropped back down on the mattress and groaned again, but after lying there for a moment, knew it was best to simply get out of bed and see how quickly she could make as graceful an exit as possible. If there was one thing she was not used to dealing with it was waking up in the bed of a casual acquaintance after a night of unbridled intercourse. The protocol entirely escaped her.
    Her skirt was silk, and therefore a wrinkled mess, and apparently her sweater and bra still in the other room of the apartment. Jake’s tee-shirt lay on the floor and she retrieved that, slipping it on and raking through her hair with fingers that shook slightly. Luckily the garment was big enough it came to about mid-thigh and she was decently covered, though why she cared was an Watcher
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    interesting question, because he’d already seen, tasted, and touched every bare inch of her anyway.
    The memory of his mouth on her pussy made her skin flush slightly. There wasn’t much doubt he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to giving a woman oral gratification. He’d been more than competent at the rest of it too.
    Opening the door, she slipped out and was happy to see the bathroom right across the small hallway. It was tiny and modern, and once again surprisingly tidy. Either Jake was used to having overnight guests that stayed unexpectedly, or else he was anal about changing his toothbrush, because to her relief she found a brand new one sitting on the sink, still in its wrapper.
    That was a nice gesture, and brushing her teeth and washing her face made her feel slightly more human. There was a comb in one of the drawers and she did her best with her hair. Finally, she reluctantly trailed out toward the small kitchen where from the aroma, he was obviously fixing breakfast.
    “Hello,” she said not so brilliantly, as he glanced up from the stove and saw her standing there.
    “Good morning.” He gave her that sexy smile and turned his attention back to the pan. Clad only in a pair of jeans, his chest bare, he looked pretty much like she remembered, all delicious young male, a pin up calendar boy with tousled dark hair and those hard beautiful muscles. “I assume you’re hungry since we never ate dinner last night.”
    No, they hadn’t, and no wonder the three drinks had hit her so hard. Though, if she were honest about it, she hadn’t been that drunk, just definitely on the tipsy side.
    “I…er…suppose so.”
    “Sit down, it’s almost ready. Do you want coffee?”
    “Like my life depends on it,” she answered truthfully. There was a small table right next to the galley kitchen and she saw he had set out silverware and even