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his lips, as she tasted him, running her tongue from tip to base, licking every inch of his impressive length before taking him into her mouth. She loved the taste of him, the sexy, musky scent that was purely Matt.
    He arched into her with a low groan, his voice thick as he whispered, “God, yes.”
    Feeling empowered, Carrie sat up and tore the condom wrapper open, then slowly, lovingly, sheathed him. Matt gripped her hip with one hand and held his thick sex with the other as she slowly sank down his hard length. Carrie could barely hold his gaze as they came together for the first time with a mutual groan of satisfaction. Nothing had ever felt so right to her, so perfect as he stretched her to the limit.
    Once she became more comfortable, Carrie moved with confidence, riding him with slow sure strokes, her hands braced on the back of the sofa. Matt caressed her breasts, her ribcage, her lower back. Their breathing grew labored as their pace quickened. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and clasped her bottom with both hands, thrusting inside her as their need grew to a fevered pitch.
    Carrie cried out, her release quick and earth-shattering. She continued to ride him until a hoarse shout tore from his own throat. Their bodies strained together as they crested each and every sweet wave. Carrie collapsed on top of him, the smile stretching her cheeks so huge she could hardly contain it. Had she ever been this happy, felt this comfortable with another living soul?
    Still inside her, Matt stood up and headed for the stairs. Laughing, Carrie grabbed the bottle of wine off the table and held on for dear life.
    They talked, kissed, and caressed each other as they finished the bottle of wine, making love twice more before falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Carrie’s last thought before dozing off was that she’d finally found a man worthy of trust.
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    Sunlight streamed through the vertical blinds, washing Carrie’s face with warmth. Yawning, she stretched lazily before flipping onto her stomach. Memories of the night before flooded her mind, and her eyes popped open. She turned, expecting to find Matt slumbering beside her. Only the space next to her was empty. She lifted her head to glance around the room. Where the hell was he?
    A wave of nausea rolled through her as she sat up, and a slight pounding started in the back of her skull. Crap…they’d sucked down a whole bottle of wine, plus she’d polished off the last bottle while cooking supper. Carrie plopped back down on the pillow and gingerly massaged her temples. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been hungover, and as needles of agony stabbed her brain, she swore off booze for good.
    When the intense brightness of the sun finally registered on her foggy consciousness, she sat up again with a start. Holy shit, she’d overslept!
    She tossed back the covers and raced into the bathroom. After a quick shower, she called the shop, praying Matt was there and that everything was all right. Not once since the day she’d opened Coffee To Chai For had she overslept, and she silently cursed herself as she waited for him to pick up. When he didn’t answer by the eighth ring, she tried his cell phone. No answer on his cell either.
    Starting to panic, she grabbed her purse and keys and ran out the door, casting a quick glance at a small beige car she’d never seen before parked across the street, its occupants openly staring at her. Huh. She resisted the urge to flip them off, jumped in her car, and drove away.
    A quick glance in her rearview mirror told her they were following right behind. Her anger dissipated somewhat as uneasiness took its place. Who the hell were they and what did they want with her? Doing her best to ignore them, she turned onto Salvation Avenue…and got the shock of her life. Her parking lot was filled with a construction team!
    No. Matt wouldn’t have made such a monumental decision without consulting her, and she’d already made