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straight. Cat was tall,
five-eight, but he was taller. He glowered down at her. “You tricked me. When I
said I’d experiment, I didn’t sign up for you to lie.” She’d crossed a line
without telling him.
    That made him think of Alexis. He’d
fucked Cat behind her back. When Alexis signed up for a foursome, she hadn’t
signed up for him fucking Cat in their bed in the middle of the afternoon. He’d
tricked her. He’d lied. He’d crossed a line Alexis hadn’t agreed to.
    Now he knew how it felt.
    He left Cat there, striding to the
bathroom for his shaving kit. After his shower, he’d dressed in fresh clothes,
jeans, a T-shirt. He’d needed to feel clean. He wasn’t sure the shower was
enough. It wasn’t just Terry. It was the past year, the things he’d done, the
people he’d hurt. Alexis. He’d seen it all the moment he’d met Terry’s gaze and
suddenly realized the tables had been turned on him.
    He closed his eyes against the
image in the bathroom mirror. He didn’t like what he saw.
    He’d been thinking with his dick
for over a year now. He’d made a huge mistake. It was time to think with the
other head.
    He stalked back into the bedroom,
throwing the kit in the suitcase with the rest of his stuff, then he zipped the
bag.
    She sighed. “Okay, just tell me how
long it’s going to take for you to forgive me. And I promise I won’t surprise
you with anything ever again.” A hint of sarcasm laced her words.
    “I’m leaving.” He turned to the
suit carrier, zipped it, folded it in half, and fastened it closed.
    “You’re kidding, right?” She
actually gaped.
    Cat was a gorgeous woman. She knew
how to drive a man crazy. And yes, that orgasm had been one of the most supreme
in his experience. But she simply didn’t get it. He could never again let her
tie him up, blindfold him, or surprise him. He might even have to sleep with
one eye open. Maybe he was a homophobe. It didn’t matter. She’d made him
fearful that he had hidden things within him, things he didn’t want to explore,
not ever. She’d violated his trust.
    Just the way he’d violated Alexis’s
trust.
    Hefting both bags off the bed, he
walked out on Cat without looking back.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Alexis tasted so damn sweet. Drew
never took off her dress. He simply dumped her on the bed, pushed everything to
her waist, pulled aside her thong, and put his tongue to her.
    “Oh God.” Alexis moaned, then she
writhed on the bed. Her blond hair fanned artfully across the dark spread
beneath her.
    She’d thought he was joking about
taking her in the restaurant, the casino, the elevator, or the hallway. But he
would have. He could have. If she’d said yes.
    He suckled and licked, thrust his
tongue inside her, then went back to circle her clitoris as he entered her with
two fingers. He loved making her wild. He couldn’t get enough of her.
    In a matter of seconds, maybe
thirty, maybe sixty, her body clenched hard around his fingers, and she shook
in climax. “Drew, Drew, Drew,” she cried out, fisting her hands in his hair to
hold him close as she rode the tide.
    When she calmed, he crawled up her
body, and pinned her to the bed with his weight. She opened her eyes. “Oh my
God.”
    “That was your first married
orgasm, Mrs. Mitchell.” He loved calling her that. It was new and special. Not
like anyone who’d come before.
    “And now I want my first married
fuck, Mr. Mitchell.” She pulled his head down for a long kiss, and he knew she
could taste herself on his lips.
    Alexis hadn’t been a prude, but
she’d been far more delicate than Cat. Sure they’d done some really nasty stuff
during their foursome debacle, but with him alone, she’d rarely used the word fuck or shared a kiss that tasted of come, his or hers, or both combined. But in the
months they’d been together, she’d learned to love the dirty talk.
    “How do you want it, Mrs.
Mitchell?”
    “Hmm.” She traced his lips with her
finger,