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ceiling and rotating her neck in a lazy arc. As she
turned around, she met Blaze’s smoldering gaze. He lay there taking in the
sight of her naked body, morning wood tenting the covers below his waist.
    Sasha blushed at the attention he was paying to her body. “I
should go get dressed.”
    “I like you just the way you are.” He crooked a finger.
“Come back to bed.”
    “I’ve never had sex in the morning,” she blurted. It was
true—her ex only indulged in vanilla sex, always in the afternoon or evening
after he’d properly woken up.
    The thought of a hot quickie in the morning stirred her
blood scandalously. She licked her lips, staring at Blaze hungrily.
    “There’s always a first time for everything,” Blaze said. He
reached for another condom. “Do you want to be on top this time?”
    Was he enjoying her discomfiture? Fine, she would show him.
    “Sure.” She feigned nonchalance.
    He made a satisfied sound as her hair brushed his chest. “I
like it long. Too many women cutting their hair short these days.”
    “I like it long too,” Sasha murmured.
    “I noticed.” He grabbed her hips, guiding her forward. “This
a first for you as well?”
    “Being on—top?” She gasped and leaned forward as his cock
filled her. “Yes.”
    “I prefer it when you’re straight with me.” His eyes
flashed, whether in pleasure or challenge she couldn’t quite tell. Perhaps it
was a little of both. She looked away, not quite ready to face up to reality
just yet.
    As if sensing her reluctance to talk, Blaze gripped her
waist, helping her into a rhythm that suited them both. Determined to live in
the moment, Sasha welcomed the building ecstasy, the brief respite from real
life when she could soar to the heights of passion without worry clouding her
enjoyment.
    Blaze reached one hand around her hip and—what was he doing,
touching her there ? She was too far gone to stop him, clenching around
both his cock and finger as she shuddered in release.
    “W-what are you doing?” she demanded when she could speak
again.
    Blaze grinned without a shred of repentance. “Giving you
pleasure. You’re very tight back there.”
    “For good reason!”
    “Don’t stop moving,” he commanded. “We can pay attention to
your other areas later.”
    “But I’ve already…” Sasha trailed off as she began to build
again. “I mean, I couldn’t possibly…”
    His finger pushed deeper, simultaneously scandalizing and
exciting her. Twice in a row? She’d been lucky to come once with her ex. But
Blaze was doing it, taking her back…and this time he was with her, gripping
tight as he came inside her with a shout.
    Had he shouted her name? No, surely she was wrong—or perhaps
he’d cut himself off mid-word. Either way, she was feeling sexy as hell as she
curled up next to him for a bit of recovery time.
    “So you don’t like having a finger up your ass?” he
inquired. “Because you seemed to respond pretty well after the initial shock.”
    “It’s never happened before.” Sasha shot him a reproving
look.
    “Which means you’ve never been in Cornell’s bed.”
    “Is that what this is all about?” Hurt blossomed
quick and surprisingly deep. “This taking me to bed. Is this your way of
getting even with Cornell or something? Do you two have a rivalry?”
    “No, sweetheart.”
    He spoke quickly but not soon enough. She was out of bed and
into the living room, snatching up her clothes. Sasha sat on the couch, glaring
at him as she buttoned her blouse.
    Blaze didn’t try to dissuade her from leaving. He simply got
dressed and shadowed her, waiting patiently as she unlocked the heavy front
door and navigated her way down the steep stairs.
    She couldn’t resist a glance in his Caddy to see if he’d
left the keys. No such luck. Not that she thought he’d let her drive off in his
car, but she wasn’t in a forgiving mood. Sasha paused at the corner, peering
from side to side. Which way had they come from?
    Left, right?