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eyes and try to relax so the heat can do its thing. Images from the sensually decadent hours I spent in his arms run through my mind like a porn movie. Me on top, him on top, him behind me, him touching me where no one else ever has and me liking it way more than I expected to. I pick over every minute, every detail and every expression that crossed his incredibly handsome face as we finallysurrendered to years of simmering desire.  
    I shiver from the memories that are already seared onto my mental hard drive, permanent reminders of a night that will never be forgotten. What is he thinking about today? Does he want more of me the way I want more of him? Was our encounter as life changing for him as it was for me?
    I sink deeper into the tub, submerged to my chin. When I close myeyes, sexy, sensual images of the man I love are all I can see. I can’t wait to be with him again, to touch him and kiss him and make love to him. I wonder how long it’ll be before we can do it all again.

    Sleeping with Addie is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, and it will not happen again.  
    Sleeping…That’s the least of what I did with her after promising Flynn I wouldn’t touch her. Sleep was the last thing on my mind when she took me by the hand and tugged me into her apartment to have her wicked way with me.  
    Toothpaste, mouthwash and two coffees later, I can’t get the taste of her off my tongue. Her taste haunts me, as do the images that flood my brain regardless of my desire never tothink again about what we did. If I go there, if I allow myself to wallow in the thoughts of her, it’ll ruin everything.  
    She and I are friends. We’re business associates. We have many friends in common, people who are important to both of us. People such as Flynn, who would have me killed if he knew what I did with his Addie and how I snuck out in the wee hours of the morning without a wordto her, like she was just another random hookup.  
    I’m a heartless douche to have touched her in the first place, knowing I have nothing at all to give her. I shouldn’t have kissed her at the Oscars, let alone everything I did with her later.  
    I’ve never been more thankful for my work than I am this morning as I sit in the quiet of the editing room, doing what I do best while trying not to thinkabout how massively I fucked up with Addie. Nothing will ever be the same again now that I’ve touched her and tasted her and fucked her, now that I know how she sounds when she comes and how hot and tight her pussy is. How will I look at her now that I know those things about her?
    I won’t. I won’t look at her or talk to her or do anything with her unless I have to. I’ll keep my distance untilshe gets the message that last night—or this morning, I guess it was—was a one-time event never to be repeated, no matter how badly I might wish otherwise. There’s simply no point to pursuing a relationship with Addie when I want none of the things she does.
    She’s the kind of woman a man settles down with. She wants a husband and babies and a white picket fence. I want my work and my friendsand my ropes and Club Quantum and a life unencumbered by the sort of promises a man would have to make to have a woman like her.  
    Of course, I knew all this before I kissed her, before I fucked her, before I fucked up with her. I knew it, and I did it anyway, and that’s what makes me a world-class asshole for letting things get so out of hand. But when she touched me and kissed me and let meknow what she wanted from me… I’m not made of fucking stone, despite how it might seem sometimes.  
    I’m known for being cold and ruthless and relentlessly ambitious when it comes to my work, but I do have a heart, and that heart beats for her. It has for a long time. If my chaotic upbringing taught me anything, it’s that we don’t always get what we want out of life. So I want her. That doesn’tmean dick when stacked up against all the reasons why I never