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wake, which isn’t exactly anything new for me. I’ve always been a heavy sleeper, and the medication I’ve taken on and off for the last year makes that worse. Still . . . the feeling of warmth at my back and the heavy weight across my side are certainly new as is the hand holding my breast. Based on the light in the room, I know the sun has been up for a while. I’d guess it’s close to ten in the morning. Of course, that isn’t really the big issue here. I appear to be completely naked, and I have what feels like a hard dick sticking between the crack of my ass. Those two things are a bit more urgent than the placement of the sun.
    I turn my head slowly and release the breath I’ve been holding. Memories of the night before flood back, and I take a moment to stare at the man behind me while he’s sleeping. He’s a cocky and conceited ass, but there’s no denying it: Aidan Spencer is drop-dead gorgeous. I feel myself getting wet from just looking at him. He’s tall, dark, and delicious with a body that makes a woman want to throw her pride away and beg him for whatever scraps he’ll give. And last night, he brought his A-game. I might have teased him, but truthfully, he fucked me stupid. I’ve never had it like that before. I was coming before he’d even fully penetrated me with that big cock of his. Heck, one flick of my clit right now and I’d go off just thinking about it. I wanted him again, and I hadn’t allowed myself to double-dip in so very long. It’s easier in my situation not to form attachments.
    I’d been shocked to see him last night. I haven’t been feeling particularly social lately, so I’d only been to the outdoor bar a few times. I’d been at a loose end and didn’t feel like another night of staring at the walls. And truthfully, I’d been looking for a distraction. I’ve been staying at Uncle Lee’s for a few weeks, and the solitude I thought I wanted has already become too much. My parents were suffocating me with their concern at home, but I’m no happier here. Truthfully, I have no idea what to do next. I have my business degree, and I’ve always planned to work full time for Uncle Lee. I’ve interned at Falco Industries during summer vacations for years before my world was suddenly tipped on its side.
    When you’re twenty-two, you think you’re invincible. I was in my last semester of college, and the only stress in my life at that point was passing my finals. The day my doctor called me and used words like malignant, treatments, and appointments, my blissful world fell apart. I fell apart. I’d thanked her and called my dad, delivering the news that following a routine yearly physical, a lump had been found in my breast. The biopsy revealed malignant cancer. My world became a very dark place. That began months of anxiety, depression, and a whole lot of denial. I’d wanted to bury my head in the sand and act like nothing was wrong. Luckily, with my parents, that wasn’t an option. My father had taken charge, and the next morning, we were sitting in the office of the best oncologist in North Carolina. I had Stage 2 breast cancer, which meant the tumor was growing but only found in the breast. Even though I was given the option of a lumpectomy, I chose a mastectomy instead. My father agreed it was a better choice, and I wasn’t really in the state of mind to do the research myself. As a safety precaution, I had radiation five days a week for seven weeks.
    Apparently, radiation has fewer side effects than chemotherapy, so I was lucky. REALLY? Somehow, I didn’t feel like a lottery winner when I was hugging my toilet and throwing up what little I’d managed to choke down due to the difficulty of swallowing. And the horrible tightness in my chest that never seemed to go away. I would have panic attacks and feel as if I couldn’t draw enough air into my lungs. My doctor said that many of my side effects were a result of the anxiety I was suffering. He put me on