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on top of her and entered her. She was so hot inside. He began thrusting into her back and forth while kissing her and nuzzling her neck and breasts.
    She was enthralled with each stroke, each kiss, nibble, and nuzzle. She had dreamed about this, about how it would be to have sex with Dave again. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She became delirious with sensations. She grabbed the edge of the couch and reached for Dave’s arm. She closed her eyes to concentrate on just feeling. She was overwhelmed with all the emotions. Awe-inspired. She felt such sensitivity and awareness to what was happening. It was wonderful, she couldn’t get enough. The flames were getting higher and higher and finally consumed her. She turned her head back and forth, her vision blurred.
    Dave groaned a deep guttural sound and fell toward her, his breathing labored, his heart pounding in his chest. They lay side by side on the couch clutching each other until their breathing returned to normal.

    * * * *

    “I’ll see you Wednesday night at seven, okay?” she asked just to make sure while they walked hand in hand to her front door.
    “Yes, Wednesday at seven.”
    “Good night, Dave, see you then,” Tory said as she reached up and lightly kissed his lips.
    “Good night. Make sure you lock all your doors. And windows, too. I know how you like to sleep with the windows open, but until we find out what’s going on with these attacks, it’s better to be safe than sorry.” He kissed her lightly and stood on the front porch until he heard her close and lock the door and saw lights go on as she made her way through the house.
    He looked down the street and was relieved to see an unmarked security car parked there, doing what he was being paid to do. “Protect Tory at all costs.” Too many things were happening too fast.

Chapter 14

    Tory tossed and turned, unable to sleep with all the windows closed. She lay awake in her bed, wondering what she would or should say to Matt at dinner. She played out different scenarios in her head. How would he react to her words? Words previously left unsaid. Words she had waited almost two years to say to him. You jerk. You fool. What have you done, what did you do? You ruined it all, you ruined everything. Where are those women now? Did sleeping with them give you peace, satisfaction? What? A reputation? Where is it now? Where are they?
    For the rest of the day, Tory couldn’t get Matt off her mind. How handsome he still looked, how he smelled. She remembered how it felt when he caressed her, how he tasted, and the way his eyes darkened when he was aroused.
    Stop, stop! What am I thinking? This man is not a one-woman man and never will be. Haven’t I learned my lesson yet?
    But what about all the fun they’d shared, all the good times over six years? Could she take him back? Did she and Matt even have anything left in their relationship to salvage?
    I think you know by now it’s over, you’re married, “we” are in the past. Should she tell him before dinner or after dinner? Where were they going for dinner? What should she wear? Why did she ever agree to go out with him to dinner? After all, he was still a married man.
    All the hurt feelings from the past came to the surface once again. After all, she had loved him enough to agree to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him. Did she have any feelings left except anger and bitterness? She pondered these things while tossing and turning until the early morning hours and finally gave up trying to sleep.
    A couple of cups of coffee and a shower later had her almost ready to face the long day ahead of her.
    She dressed for work in dark slacks and a silk, cream colored blouse all the while contemplating what she would wear to dinner. She looked in her closet and pulled out her sexiest, body-hugging dress. She went to her dresser drawer looking for undergarments. Should she wear granny panties or a thong? She chose a matching black thong and a