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“Okay, let’s talk about what happened.” Rivulets of water trickled down the chiseled contours of his incredible physique. His smooth, tanned chest muscles tapered to a trim waist and rippled abs. His cabled arms bunched as he moved the towel over his thick, heavy thighs and his flaccid penis hung from a thatch of dark hair glistening with water.
    Roxie thought about dropping to her knees, putting his penis in her mouth and feeling him heat and harden between her lips. A little piece of her heart ached to turn back time, but another part of her—the sane, rational woman—knew going back would be pointless. What they had now was better for both of them. Jay had dreams of his own to follow.
    They were better friends…friends with incredible benefits.
    “I changed my mind,” she said. “I don’t want to talk about last night. It won’t happen again anyway. Parties aren’t Ivan’s thing.”
    He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the tub. “I’m getting the vibe that bothers you more than you want me to know.”
    She dropped the lid on the toilet and sat down. “Don’t you think it makes me a slut to want you both?”
    He chuckled. “Rox, I know you well enough to know you don’t sleep around.”
    “How can I convince him of that? I’m a dancer so he’s going to think the worst of me.”
    “Then you are going to see him again?” Jay picked up the brush.
    “Ivan said he’d be around if you weren’t.”
    Jay turned and leaned against the counter. “What did you tell him?”
    Roxie stood. As she walked past Jay, she trailed her fingers over the tight muscles of his abs. “I told him goodbye.”
    He caught her wrist before she could walk away. “We’ve had good times.” He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “I’d hate it…but we can have good times without having sex.”
    She gave him a snort. “That’s not what I want. I like Ivan—a lot—but I think he’d have a hard time trusting us together. Hell, if I were him, I wouldn’t trust us together. We’d end up in bed. And by the way, that is what I want. I love you, Jay. You’re my best friend.” She let go of his hand and jerked the towel. “Don’t worry about me. Get dressed.”
    “Roxie?” She turned. “I love you too.”
    She smiled. “I know.”
    * * * * *
    Ivan was tired when he went on patrol, and he had a hard time keeping his mind on the road. Once on the clock, the first thing he’d done was go see if Roxie had retrieved her vehicle from the side of the road. She had, and emotion churned in his gut. He didn’t want to be jealous of the man who must have remained at her house until morning so that he could bring her to her car. But damn it, he was.
    Why couldn’t Ivan push Roxie from his mind? Her husky laugh, the way she responded to his touch. He’d suspected sex would be good between them. And not because she was a stripper and supposedly exotic dancers knew how to fuck.
    No, it was the easy bantering between them, her smile and the way her copper eyes took in details. He wrote out warnings and tickets slowly because he knew she watched, staring at his hands. After last night, he suspected her thoughts lingered with him. He’d imagined how he’d touch her, how she’d respond…and she’d responded. Again and again. The sex hadn’t just been good. Burying his tool in her tight, sweet heat had felt incredible.
    He shifted on the seat, cupped his crotch and adjusted. After he’d left her this morning, all he’d wanted to do was turn around and go back. But he hadn’t and now that he was on duty, he couldn’t resist driving by her place to see if she was home and if anyone—not anyone, Jay —happened to be there.
    She wasn’t, and he released a sigh of relief. But that didn’t stop him from making her house part of his patrol. The hour grew late and he found himself not only driving the section of highway she traversed as if it were her personal drag strip, but continuing on, passing her