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He rubbed soap into firm, hard muscles but the physical contact only awakened feelings he would prefer to be subdued and, abruptly, he terminated the shower and roughly toweled himself dry.

Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't get involved with her. The only thing he could do at the moment was force himself to go back to bed. And if it got too bad, he could just jerk off… while imagining that he was in bed with her.

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Vivian couldn't seem to bring herself to get out of her car. She sat in the parking lot, and repeatedly told herself that whether she liked it or not, she'd have to go inside at some point. She almost called in sick that morning just to have an excuse not to face Scott McCall, but she knew that it would be too obvious that she was lying. Besides, unless she planned to quit her job, she'd have to face it anyway, so she'd gotten dressed, slowly, and tried to conjure up some confidence, but it didn't look like it was coming anytime soon.

She finally stepped out