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So—"
    "Your current interest in me is strictly sexual! Point made and understood. I get it. There's no need to try to bust my balls by going on and on about what you no longer feel for me."
    Surprised by the undercurrent of anger I heard it his voice, I tried to lessen the tension building between us by smiling. "I wouldn't dream of trying to damage your valuable equipment."
    "I don't know if I like the tone this conversation has taken."
    Clearly, he wasn't appeased. I shrugged. That was his problem. "It is what it is, Darkwater."
    "Thomas, damn it."
    "Fine! It is what it is, Thomas."
    "Whatever the hell that means."
    It meant he no longer had the luxury of thinking I was still in love with him. "It means—"
    He shook his head. "Never mind what it means. You've made your point. Just don't be long or I'll come and get you."
    I shrugged. "I might like that."
    He smiled.
    "Or I might not. Depends on my mood."
    His smile vanished and he narrowed his gaze.
    I walked into the bathroom feeling more confident than I'd ever expected to feel with him. Clearly, he'd enjoyed having me miserable and in love with him for years. Well those days were long gone. I was now in full possession of my heart. My lust was another matter. That belonged entirely, and for the moment, exclusively to him.
    When I returned to the bedroom with a towel around my body, I found him lying on his back pumping his cock.
    I stared at him, my heart thumping. Let me do that, handsome.
    "Take that towel off and come join me, sexy girl," he said, patting the bed beside him with his free hand.
    I was glad he seemed in a better mood since I regretted behaving in a way he'd clearly considered busting his balls. Yes, I found him overconfident and arrogant, but I'd loved him just like that for years. Honestly, there wasn't much about him I would change even if I could.
    I crossed the room and allowed the towel to fall at my feet at the end of the bed before climbing in to join him.
    He reached out a hand to stroke my sore breasts. "Who are you seeing?" he asked.
    I liked that he assumed I was seeing anyone but not that he thought I'd have slept with him while in a relationship with another man. "No one at the moment. And what tiny, silicone Barbie are you bedding?"
    "What do you have against blondes?"
    They kept you from me for as long as I've known you. I shrugged . "They had everything I wanted."
    "And what did you want, Sherlyn?"
    "A tiny waist, a pretty face…"
    "And?" He prodded.
    I knew what he wanted to hear and I wasn't averse to saying it. "They had you and at the time, I wanted you," I admitted.
    "At the time? And now?"
    "And now I'm older and no longer in love with you."
    He inhaled slowly before speaking. "I'm currently between lovers. And just so you know, I don't date skinny blondes exclusively."
    "I've never seen you with any woman who wasn't skinny and blonde."
    "That doesn't mean that's all I date. It just means it's all you've ever seen me date. You have to admit, we haven't seen much of each other for the last few years. I've dated many women who weren't blonde or thin."
    I stared at him, surprised. "You have?"
    "I have."
    "But you prefer skinny blondes. Don't you?"
    He shrugged. "I've dated a lot of them, but have never fallen in love with one."
    I wasn't sure what to make of the turn the conversation had taken.
    "I have no desire to talk about other women. You have my exclusive attention now." He slid his hand down to caress my pussy. "Since neither of us is seeing anyone special, there's no reason why we can't do this again and again. Is there?"
    "None what so ever," I whispered and rolled onto my back, and parted my legs. I rubbed my pussy with one hand and brushed the fingers of the other along his groin.
    "I like the way you think," he said and slipped between my thighs.
    Feeling his warm shaft pressed along my slit, I stroked my hands down his back to his tight ass. How long would I be able to enjoy the sheer magic of this delicious intimacy