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sliding inside, his weight pressing down on her, his tongue tangling with hers.
    She better not regret this.
    But she probably would.

Chapter 2
    They walked up Yonge Street toward Allison’s place, wherever that was. It was early May, a rather nice spring day. There were even a few birds chirping, though the sound of the birds was overwhelmed by the sound of traffic.
    And Sidney had a rather bizarre urge. He wanted to hold her hand.
    What the hell was wrong with him?
    The last time he’d held a woman’s hand would have been ten years ago. Allison’s, of course. He wouldn’t do it outside of a relationship, and since then, he’d had a rule: he never slept with a woman more than five times. And he’d been very good at following that rule. He’d probably have more sex if he was in a relationship, but that was the only advantage of being in one. And it wasn’t worth it.
    He shoved his hands in his pockets and fell a few steps behind Allison. There. Now he couldn’t hold her hand, and he could stare at her ass.
    He hadn’t been lying: he loved her figure. Pretty much exactly as he remembered. Her waist flared out to generous hips and a great ass. She was average height, and her breasts were average size too. But they were great breasts. And soon he would get his hands on them.
    She stopped and turned around. “It’s weird that you’re walking behind me instead of beside me.”
    “But you said I should talk as little as possible.”
    “It would be less weird for you to walk beside me and say nothing than to walk behind me and stare at my ass.”
    “Who said I was doing that?”
    “Come on. I know that’s what you were doing.”
    He stepped toward her, and they started up Yonge again. Since Sidney wasn’t a big fan of this silence thing, he said, “Lovely weather, isn’t it?”
    Her eyebrows shot up, as if she was surprised he was capable of talking about something as innocuous as the weather.
    “Yes,” she said. “It’s the first day I didn’t wear a jacket to work, though I’m wondering now if that was a mistake.”
    “Well, it’s not much farther, right?”
    “Three or four minutes.”
    “Excellent.” He wouldn’t have to wait much longer to touch her. To grab her ass, not hold her hand.
    She smiled faintly at that. “And then you’ve got one hour. Nothing is happening between us after that one hour.”
    He didn’t know why she thought that would be a problem for him. It wouldn’t. This was how he liked his sex. Quick, no emotional entanglement. It was the perfect setup.
    Sidney scrubbed a hand down his face. No, he knew exactly why she thought it would be a problem for him. It was just that he tried not to think about how he used to be, and what had caused him to change.
    He tried not to think about the seven months he’d been with her .
    But tonight he would sleep with her, and then he would go home and have dinner, maybe watch a baseball game. He would prove to himself he was over Allison by treating her just like all the other women he’d slept with. Yes, he still thought she was sexy, but it was nothing more than that.
    When they got to Allison’s condo on the fourteenth floor, she took off her shoes, put down her purse, and leaned against the wall, arms folded over her chest.
    She did not look like a woman who wanted to have sex.
    Shit . Maybe he’d been an ass, bringing the conversation back to sex again and again. Finally she’d agreed, but she seemed to be having second thoughts. And she hadn’t even kissed him back.
    “I can leave if you want,” he offered.
    “It’s been two years since I had any decent sex. It’s time I had some.”
    “If a woman wants sex, it’s easy for her to get it. She just needs to walk up to any guy in a bar. Hell, there was that other man hitting on you at the bakery.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Let’s not analyze this decision.”
    “You sure? You don’t seem very enthusiastic.”
    “I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But yes, I