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aching to be touched. Her pussy throbbed and her heart raced and—
    The door opened and a sliver of light broke through the darkness. She quickly sat up straight and yanked her hands from her breast and panties. When she turned her head, she saw Will, still dressed in his dark business suit, standing in the doorway. His brown hair shone in the light from the hallway. His face was half in the shadows.
    She didn’t want to feel the burst of joy that came from his arrival, didn’t want to hear the voice inside her that cried, “He’s here!”
    “Amy.” His voice was breathless. He stepped into the room. “Wow. You’re so beautiful.”
    She turned away. “Shut the door,” she said, her voice flat even though her emotions were anything but.
    She clasped her hands in her lap and tried to focus her attention back on the window. Back on the couple in the next room who were enjoying each other. Loving each other. Still, her heart beat even more wildly now that Will had arrived. Now that there was a couple in this room. What would happen now?
    She didn’t have a clue.

Chapter Two
    She heard him close the door and cross the room, heard him shrug off his suit jacket and set it down. Then he knelt down behind her and she shifted away so they didn’t touch. She didn’t look at him, refused to acknowledge him, even though she was trembling inside. When he rested his hands, hot and heavy, on her bare shoulders, she shrugged him off.
    He leaned forward and softly kissed her ear, like she used to love him to do. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
    He began to caress her shoulders again and this time she didn’t resist his touch. But she couldn’t relax. Her body shivered with the overwhelming need she wished she could deny. He brushed his cheek against hers and spoke softly. “I’m not going to give you any excuses. I know they don’t matter right now.” He kissed her neck. “But I am sorry.”
    He was right. She didn’t want to hear any excuses. She tried to ignore him, tried to focus instead on the couple in front of them, but it wasn’t easy. There were real hands on her, a real mouth on her now. Will began to nibble on her neck, his breath warm, his lips soft.
    “Mmm, you smell so good, sweetheart.”
    It wasn’t going to work, those soft kisses, those sweet words. She crossed her arms, but doing so lifted her bare breasts, so it didn’t really give the indignant impression she’d wanted to convey. She still hadn’t looked at him.
    “Wow. This room is amazing. I almost forgot how we used to go out and watch people all the time.” He skimmed his fingers down her arms and she tried not to react. “We were quite the voyeurs, weren’t we?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Amy…” His voice had a bit of an edge to it now. “I said I was sorry. Believe me. It was beyond my control.”
    She sighed. She did believe him. As far as she knew he’d never lied to her. He’d simply disappointed her. Again. She wasn’t ready to forgive him yet.
    “I’m here now,” he said seductively. “Doesn’t that count for something?”
    His familiar scent wound around her senses, softening her. She felt her body relaxing, weakening, as he continued to run his warm hands over her heated skin. Through the window, the young man’s hands were on his girl’s skin too. A strangled moan escaped her lips even though she tried to hold it in.
    “Look at how she moves under his hands,” Will whispered, his hands still stroking Amy’s arms. “It’s like she’s dancing in his arms. Look at the way he touches her, like he never wants to stop.”
    “Why did you stop?” she asked, wincing at the cry in her voice. She couldn’t hold in the questions longing to burst free.
    “Stop what?”
    “Touching me like…like this.” She swallowed. “Touching me like you want me.”
    “You think I don’t want you?” His hands slipped off her shoulders and she shivered from the chill left behind. “You’re the one