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“This is naked enough?” she asked breathlessly.

He chuckled and looked up into her eyes. “How can you even think of a funny line like that when I’m trying to seduce you.”

“Try harder,” she goaded, knowing that he would see right through her.

“Try harder,” he repeated. “Yeah. Okay. I can do that.”

Before she could even register what he said, Cohen had picked her up off the floor. He laid her onto one of the big cushioned chairs and parted her thighs while returning to his knees. He kissed her knee, her thigh, the same path he had already taken.

But just when he should have darted his tongue on her clit, he surprised her by kissing his way back down. Teased to the point of madness, she pressed her hips forward with a plea.

He grinned at her as he leaned down again, and this time, he didn’t stop until he was licking her pussy. He took long swipes of her, up and down and up and down, before finally settling the tip of his tongue on the tight bundle of nerves. She quivered under his touch, her hands going to his hair, tangling there, keeping him right where they both wanted him to be.

He lapped and laved until Alana was panting, arching her hips up to meet his eager mouth. He slipped a finger to her entrance, pushing only a bit inside before retreating.

Alana’s orgasm tore through her with an intense speed, but the electric current didn’t stop, for Cohen kept lapping at her hungrily. He only eased when her aftershocks subsided, leaving her boneless and satiated on the edge of the chair.

Cohen stood and took her hands to help her to her feet. He sat in the recliner, and Alana understood his intention. She wasted no time and straddled him, her legs slipping between his thighs and the armrests. Cohen wrapped his arms around her and pressed their lips together. Alana rocked against him, feeling his erection against her skin.

She reached between them and positioned his cock at her entrance before slowly easing down onto the length. She gasped and continued to quiver as she lowered down, down, down. She was so full, so wonderfully full. He rocked his hips, and Alana met him thrust for thrust as she rode him. He tongued one breast, then the other, bucking into her.

Alana’s entire body was on fire, her sex aflame with Cohen’s movements. His kisses, his licks. Everything the man did took her closer and closer to the edge. She continued to ride him with abandon until her release crested, and she came apart on top of him, crying out his name. He continued to move into her until he joined her in her release, coming deep inside of her.

“Alana,” he whispered, his voice heated by his climax. “Oh, Alana. I don’t think once was enough.”

She kissed him to shut him up.

But the truth was, she felt the very same.

THIRTEEN

COHEN

Cohen sat in his truck, and he debated not going into Moonie’s at all. Maybe he should walk away and chalk his night with Alana to a moment of insanity brought on by the sudden and odd earthquake. Maybe he was losing his mind. He had to be.

Why else would he have slept with Alana? Why the fuck else was he craving more?

From this vantage point, Cohen could see that Alana was already sitting at their booth.

Not his. Not hers.

Theirs.

That’s what she had said last night after they had sex. “We’re not gonna talk about this until I’ve had some time to think. Actually, no. Scratch that. Webothneed to think. Yup.”

Cohen hadn’t agreed with her last night, and he didn’t agree with her this morning either. He didn’t need time to think about what last night had meant. It didn’t really matter what it meant so long as he could keep seeing her.

If she wanted to be fuck buddies? Sure.

If she wanted to date? Fine.

If she wanted to move in? Okay.

If she wanted to rent a spaceship and go for a ride around the universe? Why the fuck not?

He was in deep shit, already in deep for this woman who, up to fewer than twelve hours ago, he found very annoying.

There was another question that snuck into his brain every now and again. Last night when Alana had said, “We’ll meet for breakfast tomorrow morning in our booth. We’ll talk then after we’ve had time to think and process.”