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screaming. Over and over, he teased and lapped and soothed, thrusting his tongue inside, then gradually drawing it out.
    Low in her belly, the climax began to unwind, twisting its way upward through her body. Her breathing hitched, and she thrust herself toward Aiden’s mouth. Sliding his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass, he pulled her closer yet, then moved one hand to push three fingers inside her. He bit down on her clit, and she exploded, wrapping her legs around his neck to pull him in tighter, riding his fingers as he fucked her with a strong, steady motion.
    The spasms went on and on, shaking her entire body, the walls of her pussy clamping down until the last tremor had died and she could finally catch her breath again.
    Oh, my god!
    If he was this good with a little quickie, she was sure they’d set the bed on fire.
    Aiden withdrew his fingers, gave her cunt one last stroke with his tongue and smoothed down her skirt. Drawing her head down to his, he kissed her slowly, giving her the taste of herself that lingered on his lips. He smoothed down her hair then lifted her from the desk, retrieved her thong and handed it to her.
    “Wow!” She gave him a shy grin.
    “Indeed,” he grinned.
    A sudden pounding on the door shocked her back to reality.
    “Aiden?” a woman’s voice called out. “Aiden, I know you’re in there. Open the fucking door.”
    Jill widened her eyes. “Who is that? What does she want?”
    He looked at his hands. “Well, you see, a chroi , it’s like this. There’s a sort of complication—”
    “Holy shit.” Her brain cells scrambled to fall into place. “Are you married?”
    He still didn’t look at her. “Not exactly.”
    “What does not exactly mean?” she demanded. “You are, or you’re not.”
    The pounding on the door began again.
    “Not yet, but—”
    “Then what was this all about? The phone calls. The coffee dates. The big plans.”
    Now he looked up, his face contorted in distress. “It’s just, when I heard your voice and then saw you, I had to—I mean, I wanted—”
    “Never mind.” She hopped off the desk and yanked open the door. “He’s all yours,” she told the angry woman standing there. “I wish you well of him.”
    Charlie saw her coming, stood up, and threw some bills on the table. He didn’t say anything, just took her arm and led her to the door.
    “No questions,” she told him.
    He nodded and opened the car door.
    Shit!

Chapter Two
    Spring
    April
    They were sitting in a coffee shop, fresh cups of java and mouthwatering brownies on the table. Jill pored over her iPad as Charlie pretended to text but watched her from the corner of one eye. She was into the fourth month of her plan and no further along toward her goal than she’d been on New Year’s Day when she’d hatched it. None of the recommendations had worked out so far, but she still had several to go. Along with some alternates, just in case.
    “Maybe you should forget about holidays and focus on something else,” Charlie said, a slight sarcastic edge to his tone.
    Jill looked up at him, expecting to see irritation or even censure on his face. But his expression was carefully blank. Unreadable. He lifted his coffee, taking a swallow and watching her over the rim of the cup. He’d said very little about her three disasters. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it hung there in the air, invisible.
    “As a matter of fact,” she told him, setting down the iPad, “there aren’t any exciting holidays in April anyway. Just a lot of rain.”
    “So you’re, what? Looking for a weatherman?”
    “Meteorologist,” she corrected between gritted teeth. “That’s what they’re called. And as a matter of fact, yes. Mitzi’s boyfriend knows the really cute one on Channel 6, so she’s setting me up with him.”
    Charlie choked on his coffee, setting the cup down and blotting up the spillover.
    “You know I was kidding, right?” he asked, still wiping at his