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her? So sexy. So taut and controlled. She’d never reacted to him that way before—purely visceral and primal and not at all some safe, steady partnership.
    Her body knew what to do. Some deep, nasty part of her brain knew.
    “I wouldn’t put it past him.” She inhaled as he shifted their angle. Bang. Right against her G-spot. “We share an apartment. Taking a partner back there is never entirely…private.”
    “Is he gay?”
    Good God, she was blowing apart.
    She found Paul’s earlobe and bit down hard enough to make him grunt. “No, cowboy,” she whispered. So close. He was as frantic as she, all sweat and slick, wet sounds. “He likes both.”
    Paul smacked his palms on her ass and grabbed. Lizzie just held on while he pumped her with his huge, hard tool. Her climax hit her in a slow roll, so unlike their quick fuck. She arched her neck and let it take her mind. Aching waves of pleasure burned and shook until it released in the form of a tight scream.
    Let Dima hear. She hoped it ruined him for that skinny new girl he’d go tackle.
    Paul echoed her satisfaction. A moan rumbled out of his solid chest and burrowed into her blood. They sat there panting. Lizzie hadn’t been so lightheaded since those weeks doped up on pain meds.
    “This job isn’t enough to pay my rent,” he said with a breathless laugh. “Apparently it has other benefits.”
    “I’m not a club perk, cowboy.” She climbed off him and smoothed her dress.
    “So what was it? A cocktease looking for a little revenge against that guy?”
    “A cocktease wouldn’t have got you off.”
    He grinned. “True, that.”
    Scrubbing his face with his hands, he sprawled there in the chair—knees parted, his erection going back into hiding. At the sick lurch in her stomach, Lizzie couldn’t tell if she was proud or disgusted by what she’d just done.
    Dima had stood by as she fucked another man. Christ. That thought jolted her all over again. Lingering images of his lean back rippling with muscle shook her to the core.
    She’d wanted him.
    After fifteen years… now her ridiculous mind wanted him? No matter how hot Paul was, or how great her orgasm had been, or how arousing it was to watch Dima’s quiet flirtation with the sunshine cowboy, another surprising thought overwhelmed everything else. She’d wanted Dima to stake his claim. Get angry. Throw things. Yank Paul off her and hurl him out the door.
    Nope. He’d played as goddamn stoic as always, even if the ridge of his erection had been obvious in his warm-up pants.
    Paul stood and yanked on his jeans while she did her best to fix hair, makeup, underwear. Cooled so quickly, she half-expected him to leave without a word. Instead he shoved on his cowboy hat and caught her around the waist.
    Damn, he smelled good. Clean but sweaty, musky. Satisfied male. She let him rub a hand up her torso. That idle petting eased some of her regrets, her confusion.
    “Hey.” His devilish good-boy smile was too powerful to resist. “I get a feeling this was a one-time thing. On a number of levels. So I’ll just say thanks.” A tiny frown creased between his brows. “And thank him too, okay? What was his name?”
    “Dmitri.”
    “That’s not what you called him.”
    “His Russian diminutive is Dima. It’s like Lizzie is short for Elizabeth.”
    “Dima. Huh.” He nodded rather earnestly, as if storing that information. Fascinating that he was still capable of thought. Her brain was as wiggly as her thighs.
    She stroked a finger over his left nipple, where it hid beneath plain white cotton. Those earlier regrets transformed yet again. She hadn’t seen him naked. No, she’d been too busy gaping at Dima. Even as she wanted to think of that as a wasted opportunity, she couldn’t. Watching Dima strip had been wholly erotic in ways that rattled everything she’d believed about their relationship.
    She swallowed. “If it wasn’t a one-time thing?”
    “You have to ask?” Paul stepped back and bowed