Damn it, why couldn’t he get last night out of his head? He needed to work, he needed to sleep, he needed to forget, but his mind revolted and instead bombarded him with images of Ana. Ana as her dress drooped around her waist. Ana with her head thrown back, gasping when he touched her. Ana at the height of passion, fingernails digging into his back as she moaned out release and her body tensed and tremored around him. He shifted as unwanted blood rushed to incredibly uncomfortable places. Damn it, damn it, damn it! It was sex, for pity’s sake. He’d had plenty of it, last night was no different. It felt different, but it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. He refused to let it be. “What is wrong with you?” He started at Henry’s voice. He’d all but forgotten his friend’s presence. “What? Nothing is wrong with me,” he insisted with the wave of a hand. “Why would you think there was?” Henry arched an eyebrow as he set aside the paperwork they had been reviewing. “You’re behaving very strangely today.
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