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      “I lied.”

      There were things on that video that she’d done for him, done to herself, without him in the frame, that he could have at any time used against her. He could have ruined her career. Her life!

      “All done.” He tossed the used cotton in the trash and turned her toward him.

      “Why did you keep it?”

      “I wasn’t planning on using it against you, if that’s what you’re thinking. We made that for us. No one else is going to see it. Ever.”

      Well, that was good to know. And it made her feel like even more of a slime for the things she’d written in her book. How could she have been so vindictive and immature? He’d had the ammunition to retaliate big-time, but he hadn’t done it.

      “I am such an ass,” she said.

      He sat on the edge of the counter and pulled her closer, between his slightly parted knees. God, he was beautiful. And she must be completely nuts, totally off her rocker to be standing here naked with him, casually chatting, as though they hadn’t just had sex so wild and out of control that they’d required first aid afterward.

      And it would be a lie if she said she didn’t want to do it again.

      “Are you angry?” he asked.

      She wasn’t sure what to feel.

      He pried her arms from their position guarding her chest and took her hands in his, weaving his fingers through hers. “The truth is, I don’t really know why I kept it. I didn’t even remember I had it until about a week ago. It was stashed in the back of my safe.”

      A ripple of excitement, a shiver of anticipation, rippled across her skin. “Did you…watch it?”

      He nodded.

      Oh. My. God.

      Just talking about it was getting him hard again. Not just getting. He was already there. And she was feeling that warm, fuzzy sensation. It started in her scalp and worked its way south toward her toes in a slow, easy rush.

      She could hardly believe what she was going to ask next. Something was definitely wrong with her. “Then what did you do?”

      A grin quirked up the corner of his mouth. “Are you sure you want to know?”

      She did and she didn’t. But mostly she did, despite the fact that it was a little depraved and incredibly kinky.

      She nodded.

      “I watched it…” He rounded his hands over her hips, pulled her a little closer. “Then I went up to my room…” He leaned forward and nibbled her neck, her shoulder. “I took off my clothes…” His breath was warm on her ear and Ivy felt hot and cold all over—

      “Then I took a very long, cold shower.”

      Embarrassment burned her cheeks. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. “That was mean.”

      He laughed. “I had you going, though.”

      She took a moment to breathe in his scent, to enjoy the way their bodies fit together, every dip and curve. It felt exactly the same. It felt…right.

      And so wrong.

      “What are we doing, Dillon?” She looked up at him. “We’re divorced.”

      “Last I heard there’s no law against sleeping with your ex.” He tucked her hair back behind her ears. It was such a simple, sweet gesture of affection. One you did after being with someone for a long time. And that was kind of what this felt like. As though they hadn’t really been apart for ten long years. It was as if it had been a week or two and they were picking up exactly where they’d left off.

      Only wiser.

      “How’s your back feel?”

      Back? What back? With his arms wrapped around her, his body warm and close, she hadn’t even noticed. “It feels much better.”

      “I guess we got a little carried away.”

      “I guess we did.”

      “I pride myself on my stamina, but you took me down in seconds flat,” he admitted. “Before tonight, no one has ever managed to do that.”

      “Is that a fact?” She took his hands and pulled him backward toward the door. “Well, then, May be we oughtta’ go into the bedroom and see if I can do that again.”

      It mystified Ivy how some things never changed. She and Dillon had fallen easily back into their old routine. They made love, talked for a while, then made love again. Repeating the cycle until the hazy light of dawn crept up on them.

      It was as frightening as it was settling. To know someone so well, but not really know them at all. To realize that as good as it could be, they had nowhere to take this. No future.

      They lay curled up in the dark under the covers facing each other, arms and legs entwined, as though they couldn’t bear the idea of not touching each other. Not being close. Not looking each other in the eye.

      May be because they both knew that after this week it might never happen again.

      “Why didn’t you ever remarry?” she asked him.

      He shrugged. “I guess once was enough. How about you?”

      “I guess I never met anyone I liked enough to make that kind of commitment.”

      “You always were a little commitment phobic,” he said, but she could tell by his smile he was teasing. “How many times did I have to ask you out before you finally said yes?”

      “Enough that I realized you weren’t ever going to stop asking. I was so nervous on that first date. I was so afraid you were going to try to take advantage of me. But you were a perfect gentleman.”

      “And it nearly killed me. The way I wanted you.” He smiled and shook his head. “That was the longest three months of my entire life.”

      “I never told you this, but you were my first.”

      “Yeah, I sorta figured.”

      “You never said anything.”

      “I thought that if you wanted me to know you would have said so.”

      “Right from the start we didn’t talk to each other, did we? We couldn’t be honest. May be we just didn’t know how.”

      “I guess we finally figured it out,” he said.

      “Yeah, ten years too late.”

      “Is it?”

      “Is it what?”

      “Too late.”

      He couldn’t be serious. She propped herself up on her elbow. “You know that after this week, this has to end. It can’t go any further than this bedroom. If it were to get out, that would be the end of my career. My writing, my practice. I would lose everything.”

      He sighed and rolled onto his back. “I guess that is a lot to ask, isn’t it?”

      “Besides, my mom would disown me if you and I ever got back together.”

      He grinned. “She never did like me much.”

      “And how would your mother react if you brought me home for dinner?”

      “I’m thinking…stroke, heart attack.”

      She scooted up close to him and rested her head on his chest, sighed as his arms went around her. She had gone far too long without this. When she got back to the States, she would have to start dating again. Start living her life instead of watching it roll past without her. “We have until Sunday. Three more days. Let’s just enjoy them while we can.”

      “Sounds like a plan.”

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