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he stayed silent.
    His bright smile slashed through the dark. “Probably.”
    Her gaze traveled the length of his body as she burned the sight to memory. He was all sinewy muscle like a runner, and his six-pack made her mouth water. That just happened to be her biggest weakness. She lifted her hand, brushing her fingers along them, stealing this moment of pleasure. He sucked in his breath at her touch, and she lifted her eyes to his. “Are you ticklish?”
    He seemed to be holding his breath, but he shook his head and she did it again just to see what would happen. He let out his breath in a whoosh. “Liar,” she accused.
    “I don’t think it’s at all manly to admit to being ticklish.”
    She giggled at his confession. “Hmm, well then, I wonder what would happen if I did this.”
    Sliding down the bed, she ran her tongue over the ridged lines and she heard his indrawn breath. She smiled to herself before doing it again, and he buried his hand in her hair. Becoming more adventurous, she slid down a bit further, running her tongue over his growing erection. He rolled over onto his back and she drew him in past her lips, rolling her tongue over him before taking him as deep as she could. He moaned and gripped the sheets between his fingers. She hollowed out her cheeks, increasing the pressure before repeating the motion, and he grabbed her underneath the arms, pulling her up his body and impaling her quickly. She lifted herself up, rocking against him. He pushed against her, matching her stroke for stroke. She kissed him deeply, their tongues matching the rhythm of their bodies as they both worked towards the same goal. They exploded at the same time, and she heard herself chanting his name. She realized in that moment that this was the man she should have been afraid of. This was the man that was going to break her heart.
    It was an hour before the sun would rise, and Genie slept peacefully on her side. She hogged the bed, and the covers, as well as the pillows, but it was totally worth it. He didn’t lie to her when he said he’d probably hate her in the morning. She was the kind of woman that made a man want things, and he was a man that deserved nothing. He thought he accepted a life of emptiness, and then she came along tempting him with a life he could never have, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was to be his new punishment. Had God decided he wasn’t suffering enough so he devised a new method of torture? He watched her sleeping a moment longer, stealing just a moment out of time; a single moment of peace. He searched the room until he found some paper and a pen, and he scratched out a quick note. Leaving it on the pillow next to her head, he slipped away like a thief in the night, returning to the reality of his life.

CHAPTER TWO
    Six months later
    Genie hated weddings, with a passion. She hated getting dressed up and sitting in a pew until her ass went to sleep. She hated having to stand thirty minutes in a line to shake the hand of someone she saw every damn day at work just so they would know she actually showed up, even though they probably wouldn’t remember five minutes after they saw her. But most of all she hated that weddings always managed to shine a bright light on the emptiness of her own life.
    Unfortunately, there was no way she was getting out of going to this particular wedding since it was Bradley and Flower’s. Bradley was her team member, she considered him to be a friend as well, and she really was happy he was finally marrying the girl of his dreams since he deserved all the happiness in the world, but lord how she hated her own life.
    “Why are you looking like you ate bad sushi last night?”
    Genie glanced over at Steven, her other team member and escort for the evening. “How long have we been here?” she asked, ignoring his question.
    He snuck a peek at his watch. “About fifteen minutes, why?”
    “Damn,” she muttered. “It feels like we’ve been here for