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thrust, he cried out, “Myrna. Oh, God. Oh God, yes.”
    She felt him shudder violently behind her and regretted that she couldn’t see his face. He grasped her hips and held her stil , grinding deeply until his spasms calmed.
    He pul ed out and col apsed on the bed beside her, eyes closed, breathing hard. “That was fantastic.” He drew her down beside him and placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “I’d cuddle with you, but I don’t want to sweat off my riff and solo.”
    She laughed. “That must be the first time that excuse has ever been used to avoid after-sex cuddling.”
    He took her face between both hands and kissed her reverently. Never had she been kissed reverently before.
    “It’s the truth, though. I’d love to hold you close for hours.”
    She smiled. A sweet sex god. What more could a girl want? He kissed her again.
    “Ah Myrna,” he murmured. “I think my muse resides deep, deep inside you.”
    “You sure know how to use her in exactly the right way.”

Chapter 4
    Walking through a hotel in nothing but a bathrobe and panties… Only Brian Sinclair could talk Myrna into doing something that bold.
    He’d actual y tried to convince her to go naked, but she’d reminded him that her stuffed-shirt col eagues would likely be roaming the hal s at this hour. She and Brian took the elevator to the top floor. While the car rose, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.
    “I’m sorry to make you miss your conference.”
    “No, you aren’t.” And she wasn’t either.
    He grinned deviously. “You’re right. I’m not.”
    “At least I don’t have to present a session today. How would I look walking up on stage bowlegged and limping?”
    “You’d look sexy,” he said. “Especial y since I’d know why you were walking funny.” He tapped her nose with his fingertip.
    She tried to ignore the little thril of happiness that fluttered through her heart. She was glad they’d be saying their good-byes tonight. The last thing she needed in her life was a distraction as monumental as Brian Sinclair. And he had her entirely distracted.
    There were only two rooms located on the top floor. Brian fished his keycard out of his wal et and opened the door to one of the suites.
    “After you, gorgeous.”
    She stepped into the marble entryway of the suite, impressed by its expanse.
    “Is that you, Brian?” Trey stepped out of the bathroom, shirtless and in baggy black jeans, drying his hair with a towel. His best feature was undoubtedly his sultry green eyes, and hiding one of them behind long bangs made him sexier for some reason.
    “And guest,” Brian said.
    Trey tossed the towel aside. “Oh hey, pretty lady.”
    “Hi, Trey.” She waved self-consciously.
    “I guess he found you last night,” Trey said.
    “Barely,” Brian admitted.
    “Is that Lucky Von Shithead I hear?” Eric’s voice came from a room off to the right. “Goes out and gets himself some Certified Grade A pussy while leaving us high and…” He paused in the doorway, his eyes racking over Myrna’s disheveled hair, bathrobe, and bare feet. “Shit. Sorry, Myrna. I figured you’d have dumped him by now.”
    She flushed. “Not yet.”
    “So we have this little bet,” Eric began.
    “Shut up, Numbnuts.” Brian turned to Trey. “Did someone bring my guitar upstairs last night?”
    “It’s in the dining room.” Trey nodded down the hal .
    Brian headed in that direction. Myrna fol owed him, but Eric darted into her path. She looked up at him. His pale blue eyes seemed to penetrate her robe, skin, flesh, and peer right into her soul. She shivered and crossed her arms over her chest.
    “Wait, wait, wait,” he said. “We need to know who won our bet.”
    “I lost,” Trey said. “He found her room.” He stuck a cherry sucker in his mouth and brushed past Eric and Myrna to fol ow Brian.
    “Hey, what’s going on? Why do you want your guitar? Did you final y come up with a new riff?”
    “When did he