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her, then got up to get rid of the condom. When he came back he rejoined her in bed, kissing her deeply as he rolled her onto her back. "You’re fucking amazing, you know that?"
              Still breathless, she said, "You’re not so bad yourself."
              "I aim to please." He kissed her neck.
              "Mmm, your aim is impressive."
              He laughed, kissing the hollow of her throat. "You know, the more we do this, the more I think this arrangement is a damned good idea."
              "Oh really?"
              "Mm hmm." He closed his lips around her nipple, holding it gently between his teeth for a moment as his tongue flicked across it. He was rewarded with a breathy sigh and a shiver, then he moved to her other nipple to do the same thing.
              Her fingers ran through his hair. "I didn’t think you had any objections to it anymore anyway."
              "I don’t," he said, kissing her breast and glancing up at her. "But what’s not to like about cutting out of a boring date…" He kissed his way down her belly, pausing wherever her skin quivered beneath his lips. "…and going to get some hot…" Another kiss, lower this time. "… hot …" Another kiss, still lower. "…sex with an insatiable woman?"
              "Who says I’m insatiable?" Her hips lifted slightly when he kissed the top of her thigh. "You satisfy me every time."
              "I say you’re insatiable," he growled, working his way down her inner thigh. "Because if you weren’t…" He flicked his tongue just above her clit, grinning with satisfaction as a shiver ran through her. "Then you would tell me to stop." He dipped his head, letting his tongue explore her, teasing her clit as he savored her tangy-sweet taste.
              "I definitely don’t want you to stop," she murmured, lifting her hips and pushing herself against his mouth.
              "Then I’m right," he said, watching two fingers disappear into her pussy. "You are insatiable."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Eleven
     
              Ring .
              Kat’s eyes fluttered open.
              Ring .
              Her clock said it was just after ten. She groaned. It was too late to be annoyed with whoever was calling, but still much too early to wake someone who’d spent a night at the mercy of Christian Bailey’s insatiable appetite.
              Ring .
              "Yeah, yeah, yeah." She gently untangled herself from sheets and Chris, wincing at the dull ache in her hips and arms as she reached for the phone. "Hello?"
              "Kat, it’s Eileen."
              Something in her sister’s tone raised the hairs on the back of Kat’s neck. She sat upright, fully awake. "Hey, what’s going on?"
              "Kat, I—" Eileen paused. It sounded like she was taking a breath. Collecting herself, maybe? She sniffed.
              Kat’s blood turned cold. She’d heard that voice before, that monotone seriousness that barely masked a hint of unsteadiness. Sitting up, she pulled the covers against her chest. It wasn’t out of modesty, but to ward off a chill she didn’t yet feel, but somehow knew was coming. "Dylan got hurt, didn’t he?"
              "Yeah." Silence.
              She swallowed. "How bad?"
              "He lost control on one of the advanced slopes." She sounded like she was talking through clenched teeth. "He hit—"
              " How bad , Eileen?" Something cold wrapped itself around her heart. She was vaguely aware of movement beside her, then the warmth of Chris’s hand on her back. She glanced at him and his eyebrows lifted, an unspoken 'what’s wrong?'
              "Kat, he—" Eileen cut herself off with a muffled sob. "It was bad. It was real bad."
              "Fuck," Kat said, running a hand through her hair and closing her eyes.