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ever, that would be, he had no clue.
    Brady sat up. Then he groped around the bed for his underwear and pulled them on. Piper just watched him in the moonlight, not making any effort to cover up her gorgeous body, which both pleased and pained him. He wanted another go at her. Yet at the same time he was feeling wracked with guilt for not resisting the temptation she had presented.
    Because what was he thinking? Seriously? How could anything come out of this other than his nuts in the viselike grip of Danny Tucker? The thought made his dick shrivel. With a sigh, he kissed her on the forehead and said, “See you in the morning.”
    “Good night.”
    That was it. Nothing else. Yet he could feel her eyes trained on his back as he crossed the room, could feel the weight of her desire, the smell of their activities sweet and tangy in the air around him, the sexual tension drawing tight again. She wanted more. And so did he.
    Brady stood in the hallway for a minute, confused and aroused, not necessarily in that order. He wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, or what was still happening. He couldn’t get the image of Piper’s mouth opened in a silent cry as she came, her nails digging into his back, out of his mind. It was seared in there, like a brand on his brain.
    It had been more than he could have expected, intense and satisfying. Yet he’d done so little, and there was still so much of her he would like to touch and taste and explore. He hadn’t even gotten to do much more than palm her breasts, and that was a crime. Because she had a full, creamy, delicious, absolutely off-limits breast, with a cherry-on-top nipple that made his mouth drool just thinking about it. Which had his mind already rationalizing that if he’d already been inside her, why couldn’t he suck her nipple? Right? There was logic in that.
    Overall, there was no logic in anything he’d done in the last week. He should be back in Chicago looking for a job, not wasting a couple hundred bucks on gas to drive to Cuttersville. Not pawing through old papers that showed that Rachel the candlestick-lobbing chick had a fiancé with the same damn name as him. Not plowing Piper Tucker as thoroughly as the back field in early spring.
    The thought of which had him rock solid all over again.
    Brady went back to Zach’s twin bed and punched the pillow a few times. Tossed and turned. Contemplated how creepy it would be to jack off in a bed that wasn’t his own. Then decided that it was a teen boy’s bed, so it would hardly be the first time a palm had been rosied there while picturing a perfect breast.
    He was feeling a little desperate, so he needed to do something.
    Stroking himself lightly, he imagined what it would be like to have Piper on his cock, riding him hard and fast, those beautiful breasts bouncing freely.
    Damn it. He squeezed hard.
    It had been a long time since he’d had this kind of immediate reaction to a woman, and it was disturbing.
    All he knew, as he imagined Piper on top of him, his hand sliding over his hard cock even faster, was that he wasn’t going back to Chicago on Sunday, as was his original plan.
    He was going to stick around his old stomping grounds for a little while and further renew an old acquaintance or two.
    Hopefully while naked.
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    PIPER WATCHED BRADY WALK ACROSS THE ROOM IN his underwear, his shoulders twisting as he slipped through the door and pulled it softly shut behind him. She could hear him go into Zach’s room and flop onto the bed, the frame creaking, the sound so loud that she marveled that they hadn’t woken up the girls.
    A flush of shame rose up her body. Whatever she had wanted to do with Brady, whatever she had done, it shouldn’t have been with the twins in the house. She was horrified at her lack of discretion, her inability to separate her lust from what was right. She loved those girls and she would never want them to see anything inappropriate, hear anything she couldn’t