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“You’re drunk.”
    “I want to.” She kept her eyes closed, but she held his cheeks in her hands and spoke against his mouth. “I need this. Let me show you.” His face was rough. She outlined his stubble with a finger, dipping into his mouth when she reached it. She traced the edge of his teeth. “Kiss me.”
    He did. A rough desperate kiss that took over her whole body. His tongue swept her mouth, stroked every inch, confident and sure. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. She needed this. The validation from a man that she was a desirable woman. Deep down, she knew it was wrong to ask, but her inhibitions were sufficiently muffled, and with the level of desire running through her veins, she went for it.
    “Inside me,” she gasped. “I need you. Help me. Show me I’m okay. Please.” She kissed him and hooked his hips with her ankles, bringing him against her. Clothes. She reached down to remove her underwear but found his arousal instead. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked him slowly with a milking pull.
    “No, Josie. We can’t. You need to stop, you’re killing me.”
    “Please.” She opened her eyes and caught his gaze. His eyes wide, nostrils flared. He might be in control of himself but barely. “I’m not drunk. I know what I’m doing.” Okay, that wasn’t exactly true. The bed still spun a little.
    He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again and shook his head. “You’ll regret it in the morning. I never want to be a regret.”
    Joanne had a man in bed with her. Hard. And he was pushing her away? Was she really that bad? After about three seconds of self-pity, Joanne found her determination.
    “Look, Joe. I’ve had a shitty day. I lost my job, which sucked anyway, but it paid the bills. My boyfriend—who sucked worse—dumped me for another woman, and he said some things that…well, let’s just say my pride took a blow. I got drunk by myself in a dive I swore I’d never set foot in, and my big brother sends one of his friends that I’ve never met to collect me. I puked on my favorite neighbor’s grill, and I have to pack up tomorrow to camp on my brother’s couch until I find a new job and a new place to live.
    “Now, if I were a man, you wouldn’t think twice about my desire for a sexual release. It’s only because I’m female that you think I don’t know what I’m doing.” She leaned over him, poking him in the chest. “Well, let me tell you this, Joe…” What was his last name? “Joe. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m a twenty-five-year-old woman who feels like she’s a complete failure as a grownup and a flop as a sexual being. I’m not asking for a relationship. Hell, I don’t even know your last name, but I had your dick in my mouth. All I need is five minutes of your time to help me feel like I’m not a total waste of space.”
    Her breath hissed through her teeth. Now she’d done it. She had the guy pinned to the pillows with her tirade. He looked her over like she had one eye, orange scales and had just dropped from the sky. When the hell are you going to learn, Joanne? She’d let her mouth run away again.
    She flopped onto her back and swore at the ceiling. “You know what? Forget it. Hell, for all I know, you’re gay.” She took a deep breath and waited for the bed to shift. Any second now, he’d leave. She turned away because it would kill her to watch. Instead, she felt one finger trail down her arm and slip into the fist she held at her side, easing it open until he could thread his fingers between hers.
    “Joanne?” The tenderness in his voice brought tears to her eyes, but she furiously blinked them away. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She swallowed.
    “Josie, look at me.”
    She refused until he used one gentle finger on her jaw to do it for her. He smiled. Not a patronizing, sympathetic smile either. There was heat behind those eyes.
    “You’re a beautiful woman. Never doubt