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  He didn't like it.

  He'd forced the doubt aside. There was no point in indulging. The decision was made. and he'd made a commitment to the company. While he and Wendy had been very clear about making no commitment to each other.

  But that didn't keep his mood from degrading by the minute. Though he did his best to keep his temper under control he knew by the time he left the office after his last meeting with his new executive team that they were all walking on eggshells, wondering what kind of monster the chairman had saddled them with.

  Feeling like he was about to burst out of his skin, he'd gone straight from the airport to Wendy's place, not giving a shit that it was almost midnight. Not caring that he woke up half the neighborhood practically beating her door down.

  All he cared about was the way her delighted smile had swallowed up the lower half of her face and the way she'd pulled him in the door and fucked him right there on the floor of her entryway, as if she'd also been going crazy for days with the need to touch and taste and feel him burying himself in her body.

  He'd spent the past two nights taking as much of her as he could get and it barely took the edge off.

  What was it going to be like when he had to leave her for good?

  "So you should probably plan on driving up Wednesday night or early Thursday," Kathy was saying.

  Drew's thoughts snapped back to the present. "Wait? What? Drive where?"

  "To Tahoe, for the offsite."

  Drew bit back a curse. Preoccupied with Wendy and the prospect of moving across the country, he'd forgotten the firm was having its annual retreat in Lake Tahoe. Two days spent reviewing their current portfolio companies, with a lot of leisure time built in. Though Drew got impatient with the bullshit teambuilding exercises that were always worked into the schedule, he'd found it valuable to get an overview of how the different parts of the business were doing in more depth than could be offered during their weekly sync meetings. And he'd take any opportunity to run and mountain bike around Lake Tahoe, one of the most beautiful places on the planet.

  But right now he was having a hard time keeping himself from dragging Wendy out of her office at all hours of the day. Forget about taking even one more night away from her in their limited time.

  "I was thinking I'd skip it this year since next Tuesday is my last day anyway.

  "You're giving three presentations," Kathy said. "Haven't you looked at the agenda?"

  Drew felt a pinch of embarrassment as he admitted that he hadn't. How the hell had he lost track of this?

  An image of Wendy, all long limbs and pale, silky skin stretched out under him flashed in his brain. Right. He wondered if she had any clue the kind of havoc she was wreaking on his life.

  "I'm going to need your presentation by tomorrow afternoon so I can get everything compiled," Kathy said. "You may have one foot out the door but that doesn't mean we're not counting on you."

  Feeling like a child being chastised by his teacher, Drew hung up and pulled up the meeting agenda to see what he was tasked with. He looked at the clock and gave a frustrated sigh. Six-thirty.

  At least now he something to kill the time until Wendy would grant him entrance into her fortress.

  ###

  "You have to go out of town again?" Drew couldn't help but feel some satisfaction that Wendy was obviously upset at the news that he was leaving for Tahoe in two days. She was half lying on him, her elbows braced against his chest. Under the sheets her legs shifted against his, making his cock stir even though his heart was still pounding in the aftermath of his first orgasm of the night.

  "Annual offsite."

  Wendy snorted. "Annual boondoggle, you mean. Alan told me how those things go. Can't you get out of it?"

  "Really, you of all people are trying to get me to flake on a work thing?"

  She had the grace to look guilty as her lips pulled into a delicious pout. "Fair enough, but you're leaving soon and...." she trailed off, and he got a tight feeling in his stomach.

  "Don't tell me you're going to miss me," he said, trying to inject his voice with a teasing note. Instead he was afraid it sounded more like pleasing.

  Dark, liquid eyes met his and for a split second he was sure he saw her lips tremble. The tightness in his stomach moved to his chest, squeezing his breath as he saw the truth in her eyes.

  He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, slow and hungry. "Come with me," he whispered against her lips.

  She jerked her head back. "To Boston?"

  He let out a startled laugh. "To Tahoe."

  Even in the dim light of the bedside lamp he could see the bright red flush staining her cheeks. "Oh, right, of course," she said, flustered. Pulling away, she gathered the sheet to her chest.

  "They always have a lot of stuff for spouses and significant others," Drew began, cutting himself off at the carefully blank look on Wendy's face. His mouth pulled tight at the unspoken reminder that she was neither. Never had been. Never would be.

  "I know, Alan invited me last year, and I couldn't go then either," she said curtly. "And even if I could take off two days of work, which I of course can't, I can't think of anything more awkward than having to interact with Alan and Tina."

  It was on the tip of Drew's tongue to point out that Wendy could telecommute from the hotel and avoid interacting with anyone she didn't want to with relative ease, but he knew it would be useless. She'd thrown down another one of those barriers, invoking one of her many unspoken rules about what was and was not acceptable in this arrangement of theirs.

  Pulling away from him even as she sat naked next to him in her bed.

  And the smartest thing to do would be to let her go.

  "Fine. Come up for the weekend."

  "I'm sure all the other partners—"

  "Might be staying at the hotel in Incline Village. We'll be staying at my place on the west side."

  She pressed her lips together and her shoulders stiffened. She was going to say no, dammit.

  "Please," he said, wincing inwardly as he hoped she didn't pick up on the quiet desperation in that single word. "It'll be my last chance to spend the weekend there for who knows how long, and I'd really like to spend it with you."

  Her mouth pulled into that sexy half smile he loved to kiss, but this time it looked more sad than sassy. "One last hurrah?"

  His hand found her leg under the sheet and smoothed up her thigh. "We'll go out with a bang."

  Her smile widened to a grin as her hand curved around his neck. "More than one, I hope?" she laughed as she pulled his face to hers.

  Drew answered her grin with his own as he pushed her back against he pillows. "Baby, you better be careful what you wish for."

  "Bring it on."

  ###

  By the time Friday came around Wendy was a mass of nerves and anticipation beyond anything she'd ever experienced. No matter how many times she tried to tell herself that this was not a big deal—she'd been on lots of getaway weekends with past boyfriends, after all.

  But by the time she got in her car, ducking out early to miss traffic, she couldn't shake the sensation that spending the weekend with Drew was... significant. As though it was going to change the way things went between them, even though the mere notion of that was beyond silly.

  He was leaving. She was staying. That's how it was going to go.

  And this weekend was about nothing more than creating one last, hopefully happy, memory of the time they'd spent together.

  She texted him when she left to let him know she was on her way.

  You better drive fast, he replied. One night without you and I'm about ready to climb the walls.

  Wendy grinned and hit the gas, trying not to put any weight into his word choice. Without you. Not without sex. But as the foothills gave way to rugged mountains and she got closer to Drew's house in Tahoe City, she couldn't ignore reality trying to creep its way in.

  The truth that she didn't want to face, that what they had between them was
about her, about him, and not simply about the sex.

  Not that she wouldn't sorely miss that part of their relationship. Along with so much more.

  Her phone rang, jolting her out of her melancholy. "You better be close," Drew's voice rasped over the phone, sending a bolt of heat straight to her core.

  "Oh yeah? Why's that?" Glancing down at her GPS, she saw that she was no more than five minutes tops from Drew's place.

  "Because I've spent the last four hours doing nothing but think of you, and I'm afraid if you don't get here soon I'm going to pass out because all my blood has gone to my dick.

  "Sounds serious," Wendy laughed, feeling a warm buzz at the thought of him spending hours thinking of nothing but her and the things they could do to each other.

  "You have no idea."

  "So what kinds of things were you thinking about?"

  "You really want me to tell you?" His voice deepened to a growl.

  "I need something to keep me occupied for the next hour," she teased as she turned off the main road toward the lake shore.

  Drew let out a groan. "I don't know if I'll survive that long."

  "Tell."

  "Right before I called I was thinking about your mouth."

  Wendy unconsciously licked her lips. "Yeah, what about it?"

  "About how full and red your lips are, how I love the way they look closing over the head of my cock."

  Wendy licked her lips again, suddenly craving the salty, musky taste of him against her tongue.

  "I love the way you slide your mouth up and down and suck me deep, so wet and hot it almost feels as good as sliding inside your sweet, tight pussy."

  Between her legs she felt a heavy throb. It so distracted her she barely registered the spectacular view of the lake still visible in the fading light of the setting sun.

  "I was thinking about how good it's going to feel to have your mouth and hands all over me, how good you're going to taste when I fuck you with my tongue.

  Wendy had never been turned on by dirty talk; in the past she'd found it more uncomfortable than arousing. But now couldn't stifle the little whimper that escaped her throat at the hot, graphic image Drew painted with his words. She turned into his driveway, relieved she'd arrived. Much more of this and she was likely to drive her car into the lake.

  "I can't wait to get my mouth on you," she said, shocking herself as she threw the car in park and turned off the ignition. "I want to suck your cock and feel you come in my mouth," she whispered huskily, her face flaming at her own raunchy words.

  She hurried out of the car and up the walkway, the friction of her clothes between her legs enough to send little pulses of electric heat through her body.

  "Oh, God," he groaned, and Wendy thought maybe she'd come right there as she raised her hand to try the knob. Unlocked, she noticed with a satisfied smile. "I'm fucking dying right now."

  She slipped off her shoes and tiptoed inside. "Tell me how hard your cock is."

  "Like a fucking metal pipe," he groaned. "Any harder and I'm going to burst through my skin."

  She moved through the entryway and followed his voice to the living room. He was sprawled back against a heavy leather couch, his eyes half closed, his phone in one hand while the other....

  Her mouth curved into a smile as she saw that his other hand was between his legs, palming an erection whose outline she could see through the worn fabric of his jeans. She disconnected the call. "Just the way I like it," she said.

  At the sound of her voice, his head snapped in her direction as the phone dropped from his hand. Nostrils flaring, he surged from the couch, his gaze burning her alive as they rushed each other. Within seconds Drew's shirt was off, and Wendy was down to her bra and panties.

  Every cell seemed to burn for him, so hot she imagined she heard a sizzle as their bare skin came into contact. Their mouths met in a greedy, tongue thrusting kiss that made her already weak knees go wobbly.

  Which was fine with her because she hadn't been exaggerating about dying to get her lips around Drew's cock.

  She trailed open mouth kisses down his torso, hearing his sharp inhale as her tongue traced the groove that bisected his abs.

  Her hands trembled eagerly as she unbuttoned his jeans, the buzz of the zipper melding with the sounds of their fast, panting breath. She tugged his jeans and boxers down in a move that had him spilling into her hands.

  He was hard as granite and fiery hot in her hands, the soft skin stretched tight over his thick length. Guiding him to her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the tip and then traced it along the throbbing vein that ran the length down one side.

  He was rigid against her, every sinew pulled tight with anticipation. She felt him pulse against her tongue, felt an answering pulse between her legs and let out a little moan.

  She looked up and met Drew's eyes, the fierce arousal in their gray depths sending another rush of moisture to soak the silk of her panties. Eyes locked on his, she closed her lips over the tip of his cock, softly sucking him into her mouth as her tongue flicked the underside. He gave a harsh groan, and she felt him brush the hair back from her face so he wouldn't miss a thing.

  God, he was delicious, salty and musky with his own unique scent and flavor. She let her eyes drift shut as she wrapped her fist around his cock, pumping him slowly as she sucked him deeper into her throat.

  "Oh, God, Wendy, that's so good. So fucking good," he murmured.

  She squeezed her thighs against an answering throb, so turned on she couldn't stifle the little sounds of pleasure coming from her own throat to answer his.

  She couldn't remember ever being so turned on just going down on a guy. So into the act of making him feel good it was getting her off too.

  Like they were so connected his pleasure was becoming her own.

  ###

  Drew had never seen anything sexier than the sight of Wendy's lush red lips sliding up and down his shaft. Slowly sucking him in and out while her tongue fluttered and swirled in ways that threatened to drive him insane. But the hottest part, the thing that had every muscle and sinew pulled tight with an effort to hold himself back, was that it was turning her on too.

  He could see it in the flush of her cheeks, the hard points of her nipples standing out against the silky cups of her bra. And God help him, the little pleasured sounds she was making that vibrated all the way up his cock and sizzled their way through every nerve ending.

  He squeezed his eyes shut, the sight of her mouth and hands on him too much to take, but the image was seared into his brain. And with his eyes closed he could feel every flick of her tongue, every stroke of her fist that much more intensely.

  He threaded his fingers through her hair, resisting the urge to cup the back of her head and thrust into her throat. His balls were tightening up, his muscles going rock hard as he swelled harder against her tongue.

  She felt it too, her fist pumping faster, her mouth sucking harder as she drove him to the edge.

  He had the fleeting thought that he should say something, should warn her of the pending explosion, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a strangled groan. And then he was coming in hot, thick spurts in her mouth, and her own muffled groan as she sucked him dry was enough to make his vision go blurry and his knees go weak.

  Pulling her to her feet, he pulled her down the hallway to the master bedroom and laid her across the bed and settled in the cradle of her thighs. Covering her mouth with his, he slid his tongue against hers. Her sweet salty taste mingled with the flavor of his own release sent a jolt through a body that should by all rights be down for count.

  His cock, still pulsing with release, brushed against the bare skin of her stomach. Wendy let out a little sound of surprise. "You're still…." she whispered, her eyes widening with surprise as she reached down to wrap her hand around him.

  "Hard," he said, kissing his way down her throat. "I don't know what it is about you that gets to me like this," he said, unable to keep the under
current of frustration from his voice. He slid his hand down between her legs, cupping her through the silky fabric of her panties.

  Christ, she was soaked, the heat of her burning his palm. "And you're wet, just from sucking me off, aren't you?"

  Her whispered "yes" trailed into a moan as his middle finger pressed against her clit, rubbing and stroking until she was moaning and arching up off the mattress.

  The thought of her getting so turned on pleasuring him kicked his desire into another dimension, one he'd never experienced. One he wasn't sure he wanted to experience.

  It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be working her out of his system, sating himself so that when the time came to say goodbye he'd be able to leave without looking back, without feeling the tug of something—or someone—he'd left behind.

  That's how it always had been, how he needed it to be. But there had always been something different about Wendy, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise.

  Instead the more he had her, the more he craved. He'd come less than five minutes ago, and already he was rock hard, ready to go, dying to sink inside her tight, wet heat. He didn't know how he was going to walk away from her when the time came.

  You'll do it because you have no choice. It's what she wants, and what you need, so you'll suck it up and deal and be over it by the time your plane hits the tarmac in Boston.

  And until that moment, he was determined to glut himself in her body, take as much as he could because it had to last him a lifetime.

  He kissed her hard, sucking her tongue into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He kissed his way down her neck and chest, reaching underneath her so he could unhook her bra. He gave a growl of satisfaction as her soft, white tits spilled free of the cups. "God I love your tits," he murmured as he sucked one dark red peak into his mouth.

  Her pleasured moan went straight to his cock and he sucked harder, closing his teeth over her, loving the way she squirmed and panted underneath him. He loved that he could do this to her, even as she made him lose his mind, made him come so hard he saw stars. He'd never felt like this, so in tune with someone else's pleasure, so into making her feel good that his own need was almost forgotten.