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. What will you do with me after tomorrow night, once I have all this free time? sheasked, shifting from the intensity of their admissions to something a touch more playful,like they d always been together.They d had that from the start, from their very firstnight.She loved that they had so many sides. I figured you d have your fill of poker, and be ready to move onto bridge.Strip bridge, he added, raising an eyebrow. We could try canasta, even.Or if you really want to go wild, she said, punctuating herwords with a quick trip of her finger down his strong arm, we could do Go Fish. He pretended to fan out several cards in his hands. Julia, do you happen to have anysevens? he teased, as if they were playing the kids game.She mimed handing over a pair. I ll miss my lucky sevens, she said with a pout. We ll make new luck.Because I know what we re going to do with all your free nights. What s that? I m going to take you to Vegas.Play for fun.We ll play blackjack. I d love to go to Vegas with you. You can meet my brother.We ll go to Brent s comedy club, then I m going to take youto one of those late-night clubs in the Bellagio, where it s dark and smoky and the musicis low, and you ll dance with me. You dance? Gorgeous, with you and me, dancing would be foreplay.I d have you grinding againstme on the dance floor, he said, flipping her around so her back aligned with his chest.She wiggled her rear against him in demonstration. Like that? Yeah, keep practicing that, he said, low and husky in her ear. We d play the slots, too, she added, keeping up their Vegas dreams. We d lose money and not care, he said, brushing her hair off her shoulder.Planting akiss on the back of her neck.Making her shiver. See a show. Fuck in a limo on the strip, he said, tracing her hipbone with his strong fingers. Fuck in the elevator, she said, sliding her leg through his, wanting to be wrapped upin him. Leave work behind.Leave the past behind. Not look at my phone.Not think about my phone. No one could reach us, he whispered. We d get drunk on each other. She turned back around, needing to look at him, to see him.She ran a thumb over hislips, watching his eyes float closed as he hitched in his breath. I m already drunk on you,Clay. Stay that way, he said. I need you to stay that way. I will. C H A P T E R T W E L V EHe didn t want the time with her to end.He didn t want anything with her to end.As he stepped into the elevator after dinner at an Italian restaurant that evening, hewas painfully aware of the ticking clock marching towards tomorrow s game, then Sundaymorning when they d meet Charlie at eleven, then Sunday afternoon when he d put heron a plane and let her crisscross the country.As they reached his floor¸ the thought ofsending her home again was like a cut inside the mouth, an annoying reminder thatcouldn t be ignored.Because he wanted so much more with her.He wanted thesemoments to unfold every damn day.But all he could do was make the most of this moment. I have a gift for you, he said when they were inside his home.A smile teased at her gorgeous lips. A gift? I love gifts.However did you know? Of course you love gifts, he said, with the confidence of knowing her. Why do you say of course? She leaned against the doorframe in his kitchen, tiltingher head to the side in curiosity. Because, he said, running his fingers across the top of her skirt. Because you knowhow to enjoy things.Because you don t deny yourself.Because you let yourself feelpleasure and want.And that s the kind of person who likes gifts.The kind of person whoknows how to enjoy life. He lowered his head to her neck, unable to resist brushing hislips against her soft skin.She shivered, and grabbed onto his shirt, tugging him close. Mypoint exactly, he added.She broke the embrace and made grabby hands. Gimme, gimme, gimme
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