Wicked

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Then again, she wasn’t just a roommate, was she? She was Renae’s live-in lover.

Somehow over the past fifteen hours he’d forgotten about that.

Intriguing, indeed.

He blinked at Renae’s purely teasing smile. “Jealous?” she asked.

“Who me?” He pressed his lips together then shook his head. “No. Not in the slightest.” He handed her his glass of orange juice then jabbed a thumb toward the ceiling. “But someone else might be.”

She pushed up to a sitting position, causing the sheet to drape around her waist and baring her full and delectable breasts. Breasts that bore red patches from his considerable attentions the night before. He rubbed his freshly shaven chin and imagined himself slathering lotion all over her delicious skin.

“Are you talking about Tabitha?” she asked after she finished off the juice and handed him back the empty glass. He wasn’t sure he liked the secretive smile she wore. Well, okay, he liked it—a little too much if you asked his opinion—he just didn’t like that he didn’t know what had caused it. “That’s so not what our relationship is about.”

He bit back his instant query for her to explain what it was about, then reminded himself that he didn’t want to know.

This…Renae…them…this was a one-shot deal. As soon as she walked out the door, she wasn’t going to walk back through it again.

She lay back in the bed again and crossed her arms behind her head, her bare breasts jiggling in an all too enticing manner.

In order for that plan to work, however, he actually had to get her out the door.

She looked at him from head to foot. “You didn’t have plans this morning, did you?”

Will found his tongue suddenly altogether too big for his mouth. “No. You?” he fairly croaked, unable to pry his gaze from the engorged tips of her breasts.

She slowly pulled the sheet from the rest of her body, offering up even more delectable vistas as she smiled at him wickedly. “Oh, I think I can come up with one or two.”

Funny, but Will no longer wanted her to leave….

5

FOUR HOURS LATER Renae was in the kitchen of the condo she shared with Tabitha, washing the dishes that had been left in the sink—dishes she hadn’t dirtied—and humming to herself. She was idly surprised that the tune she couldn’t seem to shake was the Heart song “Crazy on You.”

She smiled, recalling the near look of panic Will had worn after they’d wrapped up their last sack session and he’d gotten a look at the time. They’d been just a few hours short of spending an entire day in bed together. And he hadn’t looked too pleased at that realization. In fact, he’d looked two breaths away from piling her clothes into her arms and shoving her through his door butt naked just to finally get rid of her. No matter that certain areas of his anatomy had other ideas.