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There was one thing to clear up, though. “I apologize for not admitting who I was before I left you that morning. I guess my brain was scrambled because of that frigging TV story.”

“You were worried about me?”

“More than you can imagine.”

“You’re forgiven.”

“Maybe. Still, I can’t express how sorry I am about everything that happened to you. It was wrong on every level.”

“It all worked out. Let’s not talk about it,” she said before yawning audibly near his ear. His warm, soft kitten had her claws sheathed, and appeared ready to soak up his heat and take a cozy nap. This wasn’t exactly what he’d intended when he’d dragged her into his arms. And yet, he was enjoying it anyway.

Laughing softly, he squeezed her and dropped a soft kiss on the top of her head. She mumbled something, but was already drifting off to sleep, and he couldn’t make sense of it.

A buzzer sounded from the console phone. Damien carefully disengaged an arm to answer.

“We’re almost to the hotel, sir.”

It had, of course, been a quick ride. Too quick. He wasn’t ready to give up this quiet interlude, the two of them cocooned in his car, her cuddled in his arms.

“Just drive around the city for a while, Jed, will you?”

“Certainly, sir.”

Damien hung up the phone, watching as the car left the downtown area of Arlington and headed toward the parkway. The Friday-night traffic wasn’t too heavy, the car gliding on the road as smoothly as soft butter on a knife. And as crazy as it seemed, considering he’d been a raging hormone for the past week, all because of the woman lying so vulnerable and soft in his arms, he found himself drifting off, too.

He was lulled by the sounds of her low, even breaths. Damien hadn’t slept well in a week, tossing and turning in the big bed, made bigger by her absence. Now, though, everything seemed right, and he was able to relax for the first time in days.

He awoke minutes later when he realized a soft, warm mouth was kissing his bare chest. It took him a second before he realized a wide-awake Viv had begun to open the buttons of his shirt and was exploring his body, her sweet tongue gliding along his pecs, swirling around his nipple. He hissed, tightening his hand on her thigh.

“Stay asleep, you’re having a nice dream,” she murmured as she shifted on his lap to face him, straddling his thighs. Her shirt scooted high on her legs and he helped it along, pushing up the fabric, caressing her silky skin. When he reached the edge of her panties, he slid his fingers under it, gently toying with the soft curls concealing her sex. She let out a sigh, but quickly wriggled away, evading his touch, as if determined to focus only on him for right now.

He wasn’t about to argue. Not when her mouth was so...damn...amazing.

“What am I going to find when I wake up from this dream?” he asked.

She laughed wickedly. “What do you want to find?”

“You. Just you.”

Sliding farther away, she pushed herself off his lap and nudged his legs apart. He said nothing as he watched her drop to her knees on the floor of the limo, between his thighs. His breaths were coming unevenly out of his lungs, the anticipation of her touch making him throb all over.

Viv leaned close again, continuing to unbutton his shirt, nibbling and licking her way down his body. Her soft tongue swirled around his navel, and then she tasted her way to the waistband of his jeans.

“I mean it, go to sleep,” she said.

“Fat chance.”

“Afraid you’ll wake up and realize some vixen has taken advantage of you?”

He was more afraid she wouldn’t.

He twisted his hands in her hair. “I enoy the way you take advantage of me,” he said, remembering how she’d used her mouth on him last week. The memory of that soft tongue lapping against his sensitive skin had haunted his fantasies. Viv had explored him with utter sensuality, tasting every inch of him, as he had her. He didn’t remember being with a woman who seemed to love giving pleasure as much as she enjoyed receiving it.

She must have read his mind. Viv worked his belt open, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

“Oh, God,” he groaned as a small, soft hand slipped beneath his jeans to brush against his throbbing dick.

“My, oh my, Mr. Black!” A saucy smirk. “I fear you forgot your drawers.”

“Maybe you should give me another pair of yours.”

“I doubt they’d fit,” she purred.

“No, but they’d be nice to keep in my pocket, so I can imagine you all day long when we’re apart.”

“Wait, another pair?” She stopped what she was doing and stared up at him, her mouth agape. “I never got my underwear back from the hotel laundry.”

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