Reckless With Their Hearts by Terri Anne Browning, Anna Howard

even though Quinn was all the way in London, Eve could hear something in her friend’s voice. “Hello?”
    “What’s up? Are you okay?”
    Quinn gave a less than amused laugh. “Not even a little.”
    Eve sat back on her bed and hugged a pillow to her chest. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong and whose ass I need to kick.” Quinn laughed and it was just a little less forced this time. “Come one, Quinn. You can tell me anything.”
    “He’s getting married.” And it was like a dam opened because Quinn started crying, but talking nonetheless. Eve had a hard time understanding her more than a few times but she thought she got the jest of it.
    The guy that Quinn was seeing was a big deal. Like in ‘I run a foreign country and lives are dependent on me’ big deal. He had only recently told Quinn about it, but told her he wanted to keep seeing her. And then when she had opened last week’s Sunday paper there had been a wedding announcement inside. Quinn’s man was marrying someone else.
    “Some granddaughter of someone on his staff. It didn’t give many details; just that the two were engaged and that wedding plans were underway.” Quinn sounded a little stronger now. Her voice didn’t tremble as bad and her crying had stopped for the most part. “He’s not in London right now, and I don’t know how to get in touch with him other than his cell. Which he isn’t answering! The least he could do is text me back…” And the tears started up again.
    “I’m sorry, Quinn.” What else could she say? There wasn’t exactly a manual on how to handle this type of situation. Or a card that she could give her stepsister to make her feel better about the whole thing.
    “I have to go, hon. I have work in the morning.” Quinn sniffled, causing Eve’s chest to ache. “I really just want to forget about him right now. Obviously he has forgotten about me.”
    “Good night Quinn. I love you.”
    A broken sob escaped her. “I love you too.”
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    Waking up from a wet dream that turned into the real thing was a delicious experience.
    Eve’s moan turned into a whimper when she opened her eyes to find Sebastian’s head between her legs. He was sucking on her clit, gently thrusting two fingers deep inside of her, and her fingers grasped his head, holding him just where she needed him most. Moments later she fell, her juices flooding his mouth and he swallowed every drop.
    Then he was inside of her, his lips on her own and she could taste herself on him. The feel of him so deep, the erotic taste of herself, and having him in her arms after two nights of separation made the desire in her kindle once more and she was with him every step of the way as he drove for his own release.
    Later, as they both tried to catch their breath, she snuggled deep against his side. “That was some ‘hello’ you gave me.” She grinned. “I guess you missed me, huh?”
    He was playing with her hair, seeming fascinated at the silky texture of the long tresses. He was quiet for a little while before answering. “I never want to go through another weekend like the one I just had, Eve. I can’t handle being away from you for that long.”
    A thrill went through her at his words and her arm tightened across his abdomen. “I promise to go with you next time.” She assured him, kissing his side. “I love you.”
    A shudder went through his body and he rolled her on to her back once more. “Have dinner with me tomorrow evening?” The look in his eyes was intense, full of some emotion that brightened his eyes.
    “I would love to.” She raised her hand and traced his mouth with her fingers. “Make love to me again, Bastian.” She whispered.
    His erection pulsed against her thigh at her command. “I hope you don’t plan on getting much sleep, babe.”
    Eve laughed softly. “Since when do we ever get much sleep?” The laugh turned into a loud moan as he sunk deep into her once more. “Oh, Bastian…You feel so good inside of