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her hot, tight wetness – and oh, he knew she'd be wet. Wet and ready.
    No, for now he’d play along. The reward would be all the sweeter for the wait, the patience. His lips twitched as he recalled a scene from the Japanese comic books he’d devoured as a kid. The grand master always instructed his pupil to practice fortitude – never go with your first instinct to react . Yeah, patience is a fucking virtue...
    So he waited.
    She took another step, nudging the door shut behind her. Her long, sexy legs made him imagine them slung over his shoulders, urging him deeper as he thrust into her slick, greedy cunt. She stopped in front of him, her slim arms loose at her sides.
    “Hello, Enzo,” she repeated, gazing down at him. No smile curved her lips, no happiness reflected in her eyes. Only the naked sheen of want and the hot scent of sex.
    She craved him as much as he craved her, there’d never been any doubt about that . Everything else had gotten messed up badly but the insane, visceral need to fuck each other’s brains out whenever they were within eye-catching distance of one another had never been in dispute, or had it ever diminished.
    Several times in the past he’d doubted the power of that need.
    Time and again he’d been proved wrong. Lexi Mayfield was the potent drug he’d never got the cure for…hell he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to be cured of this addiction. Even in his darkest hours, when he let himself remember how much her betrayal had burned, he still wanted her with a ferocity that made him doubt his sanity.
    It was that insanity that had driven him here today – a day outside of their prearranged schedule. Not that he cared much. His need was too damned strong to deny.
    Breathing out again, he watched her, followed the lines of the exquisite hour-glass figure that would soon be his to possess once again.
    “Aren’t you going to respond, Enzo?” she asked.
    Silhouetted against the soft material of her black top, her nipples had peaked into hard points. Desire watered his mouth, both at the look in her eyes and the way her sexy British accent clipped his name out. It was in direct contrast to the way she sounded when he was deep inside her, fucking her to near delirium. Then, his name sounded soft and breathless.
    He tamped down the need to make that happen immediately. Not yet…
    “Hey, baby. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”
    Her eyes remained on him, restlessly devouring him. “I hit a bit of traffic.”
    He nodded, then he asked the crucial question that had burned a hole in his mind ever since he found out she was going out of town.
    “How long will you be in Vegas?”
    If the question surprised her, she didn’t show it. Her spiky-lashed blue gaze remained on him, her body hummed, awaiting his touch. “Five days,” she breathed, as the tip of her tongue snuck out and quickly disappeared back in again.
    Unwanted relief poured through him. Five days – he could live with that. But that wasn’t what annoyed him. “Were you going to tell me you’d be out of town?”
    “I didn’t see the need. It’s not like it would affect our arrangement.”
    “That’s not the point. I shouldn’t have to find out you’re going out of town from someone else.”
    That someone else being his sister, who’d relished delivering the message.
    His jaw clenched. She saw and her eyes darkened. “Are we really going to do this now, Enzo? Waste time when I have to be at the airport in a few hours? I’ll be back before you get a chance to miss me.” She gave a hollow laugh. Because missing each other meant they cared.
    And caring wasn’t what this was about. It had been once upon a time. When he’d foolishly invested his whole future in her.
    No. This time round, it was all about the sex. Soul searing, sheet ripping sex that left him reeling for days. The kind of sex that made him slightly nuts at the thought of her going out of state and being out of reach. Theirs may be a weekly