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“Cor!”

All her muscles locked, contracting to the one place they were joined. And she exploded. Her hips bucked as she rode out her orgasm.

“My turn.”

He pulled out and ripped off the condom. “I need your badass mouth on my dick.”

She thought he would never ask. They moaned in unison when her lips wrapped around him. Cor’s fingers sank into the back of her Afro as his hips flexed. This time, there was no mistaking he meant to cum when her throat closed around his dick.

“That’s my naughty girl.” He rubbed her lips with his crown when he was done. “You took every last drop.”

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Ivy grabbedCor’s phone off the nightstand when the alarm went off, glad a passcode wasn’t needed to stop the device’s low buzzing. They’d spent the entire evening and the hours before dawn having sex and he’d set the alarm, intending to go another round.

Ivy giggled. One night with him wasn’t nearly enough.

She slid out of bed and dressed, not at all guilty about the soreness in her body. She left the key card on the dresser before taking one last greedy glance at the man sprawled face down on the bed, thick jet-lack hair fell like curtains around his shoulders—the best one-night stand she’d ever had.

Chapter Two

November

Two weeks before Thanksgiving

Cor

Corin Garland leaned against his office chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was no use trying to concentrate. Each time he looked at the designs littering his desk, an image of Joan, his one-night stand flooded his mind.Joan.

He grunted, certain she’d given him a fake name.

It didn’t matter what he did to expel her from memory, she kept returning like an itch he couldn’t reach in the center of his back. He’d tried cold showers, getting drunk, and fucking his way through Texas. Cor grimaced. The latter was a shit show, never making it past dinner. Flirtatious innuendos were no longer appealing. The coy batting of lashes, annoying.

Each date ended the same, with him fisting his dick and thinking of Joan until he blew his load.

On his dates, all he’d seen were flaws, dysfunction, and his date’s lack of ability to keep a running tally of their own needs.

He was dangerously close to having blue-balls.

Until two months ago, he didn’t know rigid type A personality was sexy. But Joan had been sexy as fuck. Hell,shewas his kink.

As soon as he finalized the Christmas sketches and marketing for Eros, the company's new curvy lingerie line, Cor was booking a flight to Wheelcaster. Not that he knew where to look for the sexy she-devil who kept him up most nights, but he had to start somewhere. He made a mental note to call Heath McCreath, his business partner and friend, to put out some feelers since Wheelcaster was Heath’s hometown.

“You don’t look ready for cocktails, man.”

Shit.

Spencer braced the open door frame to Corin’s office. Impeccably dressed, his best friend wore a light blue shirt and tailored slacks.

“I forgot your double date thing was today,” Cor said.

Spencer’s forehead wrinkled in disappointment. “Dude, I’ve been trying to get Miss goody-two-shoes to notice me for a week.”

“I don’t know why you bother. Another week and you’ll be fending off her text messages.”

“I’m not in it for intellectual growth.” Spencer crossed his arms. “How is it you can have short hook-ups, but when I do, I get lectured?”

Because Spencer found meeting people tedious and enjoyed clingy dates even less. Most people didn’t realize his friend suffered from people claustrophobia. They judged him as a jerk for not wanting to mingle when the opposite was true. Spencer preferred his socializing in bite-sized doses, even better when he knew everyone in the room. Spencer thrived when he had both emotional and physical space. It was the reason, he still hovered at the office door.

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