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“They’re even hotter than I remember,” she admits.

“Show me,” I say. She can boss me around, but I can do the same damn thing. There are no rules in the bedroom. There’s nothing that stops us from going after what we want. It’s a free-for-all between us. It always has been.

Toni takes a step closer to me. Instead of reaching for my breasts with her hands, she lowers her head. She sucks one of my nipples into her mouth and groans at the taste. Oh, she’s going to have me falling apart. I haven’t even taken my shorts off yet, and already I know that they’re soaked. My panties are soaked. My pussy is soaked. Everything.

I want her to touch me there.

I want her to touch me everywhere.

She raises her hand to one of my breasts so she can touch them both at the same time. Expertly, she alternates between kissing and massaging each of my breasts. I keep my hands in her hair while she does. I don’t let go. I don’t want to ever let go.

But then the doorbell chimes, and we’re suddenly pulled from the trance we’ve been sucked into.

“Who’s that?” Toni looks up at me, as if she’s in a daze.

“That,” I sigh, reaching for my shirt, “is hair and makeup.”

17

Toni

Ialmost did it.

I almost did the one thing you’ve never supposed to do.

I almost slept with my ex-girlfriend: the one who broke my heart. I know you’re not supposed to. I know that it’s a terrible idea and everyone says not to, but I also know that somehow, it just didn’t feel as bad as I thought it was going to.

Now, it’s hours later and I’m mingling with people I don’t know at a hotel I’ve never been to and all I can do is stare at Jessica like she’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my damn life.

Why is she like this?

How does she have this effect on me?

She’s gorgeous and sweet and pretty, and even though she’s got a streak of evil bitch in her and she can be a corporate monster, I don’t care because when we’re together, she stares at me like I’m the only girl she’s ever wanted: like I’m the only one that matters.

“Excuse me?” A voice pulls me back to the present. I turn to see a tall, thin man wearing a tuxedo and holding his cell phone out. Is he recording something? “Are you Toni?”

“I am.”

“Brett Swanson with The Times. Can I ask you a few questions?”

The Ashbury Times is a bigger newspaper than it should be. While Ashbury isn’t even close to being as big as Denver, it’s not exactly a small town, either. The newspaper gets national attention, which can be really great or really terrible depending on what they write about you. I realize that Brett is here to find out the truth about my company and Jessica’s, so I push my shoulders back and jut my chin out. This is my moment to be professional: not my moment to day dream about my future girlfriend who is currently my ex-girlfriend.

“Of course.”