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cleft along
the ridged veins of his cock.
    She gasped and tried to shift so he would fill her
again. Finally, a man with the stamina to keep up with her. Usually
her lovers passed out long before she was ready to call it a
night.
    His smile turned exceedingly wicked, and he said,
“Pizzariffic.”
    She gave a shocked gasp as he disappeared. She was
left staring at rumpled white silk sheets. “What! How dare he!”
Then she began to giggle and said, “Pizzariffic.”

Chapter Four
     
    Trinity sipped her mimosa, then kicked her feet up
on the coffee table in front of them. They were enjoying the
morning in the living room of their suite, indulging in a huge
breakfast full of the foods both normally avoided. Right now Maeve
was all about indulgence, and she groaned at the taste of the
French toast dipped in real maple syrup.
    “You, my girl, are totally glowing.” Trinity
smirked. She wore a white tank top and purple soccer shorts that
showed off every inch of her slender legs.
    Maeve ignored her and pulled the edges of her black
silk chemise with its white lace ruffle over her knees while
licking the syrup from her fingers. “It was totally beyond anything
ever. I did a fantasy with another guest, and he was
totally…totally…”
    Trinity held her glass up in a salute and said,
“Finally!”
    “Finally what?” She narrowed her eyes and leaned
back. The leather couch creaked, and she relaxed into its
comfort.
    “Finally someone managed to crack through your hard
shell.” Trinity leaned over and snatched a piece of bacon off her
plate. “You always date guys you have no chance of ever falling in
love with. You avoid the good ones like the plague.”
    Maeve avoided Trinity’s stare and looked at the
ceiling instead. “I do not.”
    “Really?” The sarcasm in Trinity’s voice was thick
enough to eat. “Shall I trot out your track record?”
    “No, Mother, that won’t be necessary.” Maeve pushed
up from the couch. She strode over to the window and looked down
the side of the building to the resort’s fabulous pools. There was
even a massive waterslide that went over the pool bar. It was still
early morning, but little dots of color moved around in the bright
blue water.
    Trinity joined her by the window and slung an arm
over her shoulders. “You know I’m just teasing.”
    Maeve looped her arm around Trinity’s waist. “I
know. I wish it was easy for me to fall in love. I just, well, I
was hurt pretty bad by my first guy I fell in love with, and I
guess it left an impression on me.”
    “The mysterious Rafe? That guy you had me doing an
Internet search for that night we drank too much good vodka?”
    “Yeah, that one.” Maeve sighed. Their searches had
proved fruitless. After graduating at the top of his class from
MIT, he’d seemed to vanish from the face of the earth. “Anyway,
it’s well past time to move on.”
    “Wow.”
    “Wow what?”
    “Wow, that guy you had a fantasy with last night
must have an amazing dick.”
    Maeve shoved her away and laughed. “And how was your
fantasy?”
    Trinity became uncharacteristically quiet. “It was
good.”
    Sensing a juicy story, Maeve gave one of Trinity’s
curls a teasing tug. Usually Trinity would go into great and
sometimes TMI details about her sexual conquests. To have her just
say it was good was unheard of. “How good?”
    Trinity padded across the thick carpet and selected
a croissant from the plundered silver breakfast tray. “I met
someone too.”
    Maeve followed her and pretended to choke Trinity,
and she laughed and pushed Maeve onto the couch. “Okay, see, I have
this thing for…”
    Maeve raised her eyebrows. “For…?” What could the
fabulous Trinity possibly be embarrassed about? She had drop-dead
gorgeous men throwing themselves at her on a regular basis.
    A hot blush stained Trinity’s cheeks. “For short,
geeky guys.”
    “You what ?” Maeve couldn’t have been more
surprised if Trinity had said she adored marshmallow