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the bathroom – in a robe and t-shirt this time – and he quickly made his way into the shower – alone this time. Within what must have only been an hour, they were both tucked away into their respective beds.  
    Brad closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
    Only to be gradually pulled back to consciousness by the feel of warm lips grazing their way down his torso. "Allison..." His voice trailed off when her hands freed him from his boxers. He let his fingers tangle into her hair while her hands stroked him. When her mouth closed over him, scorching and wet, he let a guttural sound escape his throat just before yanking sharply on her hair.
    "Yow." Allison swatted at his thigh. "That fucking hurt."
    "Me more than you." Brad spared a glance down to his raging hard-on. "Trust me."
    She slid her body slowly up his, leading with lips and tongue. "So let go of my hair and let me take care of that for you."
    Her voice was so raw with need that he nearly pushed her head back to where it would do the most good. "We can't do this. Not again."
    "I know." She tugged at his shirt until he released her hair so that she could pull his shirt over his head.
    Brad followed suit and her shirt joined his on the floor. "You know we shouldn't do this."
    "I don't care, Markenson." She moved to straddle him. "Just stop talking and touch me."
    "Not so fast." He flipped her over and pinned her wrists at either side of her head. "My bed, my rules, Waverly."
    She let out a sharp breath. "You have an awful lot of rules."
    "Having rules keeps things clear."
    "What's that supposed to mean? Are you planning to talk me senseless?"
    He hovered his lips over hers and then moved them just out of her reach when she craned her neck to kiss him. "So you want senseless then?"
    "Please..." Allison arched against him; tilting her hips up to more readily accommodate him. "Markenson..."
    Brad pressed into her a fraction of an inch and stopped, still restraining her wrists. "What do you want? Say it, Allison."
    "I want you." Her voice was hoarse and her legs tightened around him. "Now. Please."
    "I'll bet you do, babe."
    Rather than listen to any more pleading, Brad attacked her mouth with lips and teeth, eliciting primal sounds from her long before he made another move inside her. He released her wrists to obtain the leverage he'd need for a better angle and her arms instantly circled him, her nails forming tiny crescents on the skin of his back. She was wild with want and already teetering on the edge when he finally took her.
    But Brad was as clear-minded as he'd ever been.
    Just as he had been their first night together.
    He'd known the moment he opened his eyes to find her in his bed that he was getting laid again. Hell, he'd had an idea this would happen from the way she kept checking him out in the car when she didn't think he could see her. Even as he told her they needed to stop, he knew they weren't going to. It was a simple trade really. She needed a fix and he wanted to fuck. So long as she was the one to start things, his guilt was absolved.  
    Later, when they were both hoarse and fighting for breath from their exploits, Allison shoved away from him – just as he knew she would – and returned to her bed, clutching her shirt against her chest. "I hate you... so much ."
    The way her voice quivered, he almost felt guilty. Not really though. She was the one who'd woken him up with her mouth. Don't toss food in front of the lion if you don't want it to eat.
    Brad locked his fingers behind his head and let the smug smile spread across his face. In a voice quiet enough that he could be talking to himself yet loud enough for Allison to hear, he said, "I know you do."

CHAPTER 8

    THAT WAS HOW the next three weeks went for them. They maintained a playful banter each night as they drove, almost like that of friends. Each time they stopped at a motel for the day, Allison would wait until the lights were out and then crawl into bed with Brad, keeping them