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Authors: Brenda Jackson

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Now
it
was
Jayla
who
pinned
Lisa
with
a
look.
“And
don’t
expect
me
to
tell
you
everything
because
there
are
some
details
you’re
better
off
not
knowing.”
Her
mind
was

suddenly
filled
with
thoughts
of
everything
she
and
Storm

had
done.
They
had
made
love
so
many
times
she
had
lost
count,
and
each
time
had
been
better
than
the
last.

What
she
held
special
was
the
first
time
and
how,

afterward,
he
had
drawn
her
bath
water,
gently
picked
her
up
into
his
arms
and
carried
her
into
the
bathroom.
But
it
was
the
last
time
they’d
made
love
on
the
morning
she’d
left,
that
stood
out
in
her
mind
more
than
the
others.

With
a
loving
tenderness
that
had
almost
brought
tears
to
her
eyes,
he
had
used
his
hands
and
mouth
to
drive
her

over
the
edge,
making
her
body
burn
out
of
control
for
him.
And
it
was
only
when
she
was
about
to
come
apart
in
his
arms
did
he
fill
her
and
begin
moving
back
and
forth
inside
her,
combining
tenderness
with
compelling
need,
and

sending
her
escalating
into
a
sharp,
shattering
orgasm
that
had
taken
her
breath
away
and
had
left
her
sated,

exhausted
and
spent.
And
as
much
as
she’d
tried
to
stay
awake,
she
had
drifted
off
to
sleep.
They
both
had.
When
they
had
awakened,
she’d
dressed
quickly
and
returned
to
her
room
to
pack.

He
had
gone
to
her
room
with
her
to
help
her
pack
and
the
last
kiss
he
had
given
her
before
she
had
walked
out
of
the
hotel
room
door
for
the
airport
had
been
off-the-charts

fantastic.
She
knew
that
if
she
never
made
love
to
another
man,
she
would
always
remember
having
that
time
with

Storm.
It
had
been
more
than
just
good,
mind-blowing
sex.
For
three
days,
he
had
made
her
feel
special,
as
if
knowing
he’d
been
her
first
had
been
extraordinary
and
he
was
still
in
awe
of
the
gift
she
had
given
him.

“Jayla?”

She
jumped
when
Lisa
snapped
a
finger
in
front
of
her
face.
“What?”

“You
haven’t
answered
my
question.”

Jayla
frowned.
“What
question?”

“Do
you
have
any
regrets?”

Jayla
immediately
shook
her
head.
“No.
Twenty-six
years

was
long
enough
to
be
a
virgin,
but
I’d
never
met
a
man
I
felt
worthy
of
giving
myself
to
until
Storm.”

Lisa
raised
a
dark
brow.
“With
Storm’s
reputation,
you
thought
he
was
worthy?”

“Yes,
because
he
didn’t
try
to
snowball
me
into
doing
it
with
him.
In
fact,
at
first
he
actually
tried
resisting
my
advances.
I’m
the
one
who
came
on
to
him.
And
he
always
behaved
like
a
perfect
gentleman,
giving
me
choices
and
not

assuming
anything.”

Lisa
nodded,
and
then
a
curious
glint
shone
in
her
dark
eyes.
“Is
everything
we’ve
heard
about
him
true?”

Jayla
tried
to
ignore
the
heat
that
was
settling
between
her
legs
when
she
thought
about
just
how
true
it
was.
When
it

came
to
lovemaking,
Storm
Westmoreland
was
a
practiced
and
skillful
lover.
She
couldn’t
help
but
smile.
“Yes,

everything
we’ve
heard
is
true.”

A
silly
smirk
appeared
on
Lisa’s
face
and
she
sat
back
in
her
chair.
“Damn.
Some
women
have
all
the
luck,”
she
said
with
envy.
She
then
smiled.
“So
when
will
the
two
of
you
see
each
other
again?”

Jayla
tried
to
ignore
the
ache
that
suddenly
settled
around
her
heart,
convincing
herself
it
was
only
indigestion.
“We

won’t
be
seeing
each
other
again.
What
we
shared
was

nothing
more
than
a
no-strings-attached
affair,
and
since
neither
of
us
is
into
relationships,
we
decided
that
when
we
returned
to
Atlanta,
he
would
continue
to
do
his
thing
and
I
would
continue
to
do
mine.’’

Lisa
lifted
a
brow.
“You
don’t
have
a
‘thing’
to
do.
You
basically
live
a
boring
life.
All
you
do
is
go
to
work
and
come
home,
except
for
those
days
when
you’re

volunteering
at
the
cancer
center.”

Jayla
knew
what
Lisa
said
was
true,
but
in
a
few
weeks
all
of
that
would
change.
She
smiled.
“Well,
I
want
you
to
know

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