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But being close enough to touch the one horizon I’ve always wanted to explore, the adrenaline junkie in me can’t resist. It’s a long shot; she might not be so keen now that she knows I’m not a stranger.

I attack my meal with gusto and eat every bite.

It’s said that fortune favors the bold. I’ll need all the stamina I can get because the next time I see her, I’m going to put that theory to the test.

Head Start

Stone

I’m sitting at the bar, watching the entrance of the restaurant for her, when the intangible, but unmistakable sultry citrus scent of her fills my lungs. I stop typing mid-sentence and lay my phone down, just as she slides that fine ass of hers onto the bar stool next to me.

“Long time, no see,” Regan drawls, in her smooth as cream, sexy as fuck voice. Her impossibly dark eyes glint like obsidian coins, as she drags them over my face in a frank, possessive appraisal.

“Have you come to bring me your panties?” I drawl.

She shakes her head no, but a slow smile lifts the corners of her lush mouth, before she leans in, so close, that her lips touch my ear when she speaks.

“I wanted to see if you were recovered. I felt guilty leaving you in such a state of obvious need when I got off…on your lap.”

She draws back, and the twinkle in her eye is as intoxicating as her scent and as captivating as her smile. God, the things I want to do to her…aware of where we are and of the rapidly withering integrity of my restraint, I lean away from the temptress and sip the warm, bitter dregs of my beer, so that I can speak without clearing my suddenly parched throat.

“It’s nice to know there are still women out there who don’t just hit and quit it. Thank you for your concern, unfortunately, I’m far from recovered.”

“I could take your word for it, or you could come to my room and let me see for myself.” Her gaze is unflinchingly direct, the invitation in them, unambiguous.

I’d been prepared to wear her down. That she’s the one, propositioning me, slackens my jaw and scrambles my wits. I look from her face to the card and back again, as I try to force my brain to work.

At my hesitation, doubt clouds her dark eyes, and she glances down to my lap. Her frank gaze lingers there, watching my hardening dick demonstrate what’s trapped on my tied tongue.

Like the proverbial cat eyeing her bowl of cream, the tip of her tongue strokes her gloss-slicked lips. God, how I want to fuck that mouth.

As if she heard me, her gaze snaps to mine, her eyes hooded, luminous, and clear of the uncertainty that flashed in them, a few seconds ago.

“You may be something of a tease, but your dick certainly isn’t,” she drawls.

I lean in until I’m close enough to smell the juniper on her breath and the brush of her soft exhales tickle my lips.

“Those are fighting words. I must defend my honor. My dick challenges your mouth to a duel.”

Her eyes widen, her chest heaves, but her smile is sure and sensual as she reaches into the back pocket of her tiny shorts. “I accept.” She pulls a keycard out and slides it over to me. “Give me ten minutes. Room 3260. At the top of the hill.” She steps off the stool and with a wink, she saunters away. I watch her until she leaves the restaurant and try to catch my breath.

My pulse quickens the same way it does at the start of a difficult race. I know she’s not a thing to be won or a mountain to be conquered, but damn if I haven’t wanted to do both since the day she wrapped her arms around me and changed the course of my entire life.

When she got married, my hope of catching my Venus stopped being a deferred dream. At sixteen, on the cusp of manhood, I discarded it as the fruitless fantasy of a boy too young to know better.

Today, there’s too much between us for anything more than a

tryst.

I live on a different continent.

She’s married.

She’s my best friend’s sister.

My brother is fighting like hell to rebuild our family’s tattered reputation and I promised to help him. Getting involved with the wife of a man he does business with would shatter that oath.

I signal the bartender and order two fingers of whiskey, throw it back and set my timer for ten minutes.

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