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sounded from the living room. After a sigh, he said, “That’s me. Wish I didn’t have to go, but I have to be back at work in ten minutes.”
    Christina smiled, relaxed from their activities, and still feeling confident. “Well, now you know where to find me. I hope you won’t be a stranger.”
    Lawson didn’t scramble from the bed. He was hesitant as he sat up. She could see the battle brewing in his eyes as he looked at her sprawled across the queen-sized bed. “You can stay,” she said, already well aware he wouldn’t or more sadly accurate, couldn’t, but wanting him to know how she felt. “I’d like you to.”
    “I can’t afford to lose my job, but looking at you here, your beauty, how sexy you are, and how good you feel.” He ran his hand over her stomach and upwards. His thumb slid across her bottom lip and stopped when her tongue dipped out to touch him. “You make me want to stay and do very bad things to you.”
    “Bad or good?”
    “Bad, but they’ll feel so good.”
    “Stay.”
    He chuckled. “I can’t.” He rolled to his side and got out of bed, walking into the living room where they had discarded their clothes. When he returned to the bedroom, he set her clothes neatly at the base of the bed and began to get dressed . 
    Resting her arms behind her head, Christina admired his body as he slid his jeans up his legs and felt a pang of disappointment when he fastened the belt. He was too sexy for his own good , she thought, appreciating his muscular physique, and definitely too sexy for her good. Their time was coming to an end too soon for her liking.
    “Don’t you have to return to work, too?” he asked, staring at the siren lounging in bed.
    Images of spending her day with him in bed, laughing, making love, and sleeping crossed her mind. They were images that made her think she should consider skipping work the rest of the day , convincing him to stay, and spend ing it with him in bed instead. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she said, “I have time. I have an hour break.”
    Once completely dressed again, he crawled over her sheet-covered body. Lifting the sheet up, he kissed each of her breasts then kissed the swollen lips he’d already fallen in love with.
    Running her fingers through his brown hair, she went lower and ran the tip of her index finger lightly over the fresh scratch above his eyebrow. “Does this hurt?”
    “No.”
    “Take care of yourself.”
    “The Christmas tree business is very dangerous,” he replied sarcastically.
    “Your face is too handsome to be scarred by an over-priced pine tree.”
    He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    Lifting her head up, she brought her lips to the wound and kissed it. His eyes were closed, as if he was savoring the feel of her lips on his skin.
    With a sigh, he stood up. “Get the decorations ready because I’m going to bring you a tree, beautiful.”
    Her lids were heavy and her voice was raspy with exhaustion. “Only if you help me decorate it, and we do this again.”
    “What about your husband?”
    “He leaves me alone all the time and a woman has needs.” Her tone was suggestive as if he wasn’t even a factor in the equation that was now Lawson and Christina.
    He arched an eyebrow, and replied, “You’ll be seeing me sooner than later… to help you out with those needs .”
    “I count on it, and look forward to it.”
    He left her naked and lying in her marital bed, happy and satisfied with no regrets.
    A few minutes later, Christina hopped in the shower and cleaned her body. As she lathered, she caught sight of her gold band and cleaned it, too. She smiled, feeling warm and loved as she turned the band around on her finger under the warm shower spray.
    With the weather taking a turn for the worse, the coffee bar was packed with customers the rest of the day. She finished her workday at a quarter after eight, calling it a day after a ten hour shift. Although her feet were throbbing, and she had