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sort of rhythm. When a second finger joined the first, the pressure inside me began to expand, pushing its way through my body.
    “Almost there, babe,” he said. He ran the tip of his tongue along the outside edge of my ear.
    He curled his fingers, rubbing the tips against that spot inside me until I was writhing. Sparks of electricity were shooting through me, making my skin tingle and my muscles quiver. And then the wave came, pulling me under fast and strong. I heard the water lapping at the sides of the tub even as it caressed my skin. Jasper's calm voice vibrated in my ear, coaxing me, reminding me that he had me, that he was going to take care of me. The strength of his hand as he held me, drew me out of myself.
    It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. This wasn't an explosive orgasm, the kind that took my breath away, and made me see stars. This was the slow kind of burn, the sort of flame that engulfed and consumed everything in its path, turning it to ash.
    When I finally came down, he was still there. His hands were in my hair, washing it, fingers massaging my scalp. I made a pleased sound and let myself fall into that blissful relaxed state that came after a really good orgasm.
    By the time he was done, I was already half-asleep. I barely registered him draining the tub and lifting me out, but I did somehow manage to stay on my feet while he dried me off.
    He carried me into the bedroom and slid me under the covers. The sheets were soft and cool against my bare skin. I snuggled more deeply, expecting I'd be asleep before Jasper climbed in next to me, but when he settled behind me, I was still awake. Everything had that fuzzy, almost dream-like sense to it, but I was coherent enough to pull his arm more tightly around me and press back into his naked body. He was hard against my hip and groaned as I pushed my ass against him.
    “Not now,” he murmured, running his hand down my side and over my hip. “You need to rest.”
    “But you...” I wriggled, drawing a half-pained sound from him.
    “Shh, baby.” He wrapped his fingers around my hip. “I'm okay. No guy ever died because he had a hard-on.”
    “I love you.” I pulled his other hand up so that he was cupping my breast.
    He kissed my temple. “And I love you.”
    Silence fell for a moment, but I didn't want quiet. I wanted to hear Jasper's voice.
    “Talk to me,” I said, my voice starting to get that thick sound that came before I drifted off.
    “About what?” His fingers combed through my hair.
    “Anything.” I closed my eyes. “What happened that you had to stay late?”
    He made a disgusted sort of sound. “Georgia.”
    I was suddenly much more awake. “What happened?”
    “She was doing something, moving some filing cabinet or something and she ended up cutting her hand. Easily a two-inch laceration across her palm. There was blood everywhere, and she was freaking out. I had to get her cleaned up before I could even take a look at her hand. She needed stitches, and then I had to bandage her hand up. She couldn't drive home because I had to give her something for the pain. Then I had to go back to the office, clean up the mess there, and fill out the workman's comp forms.”
    Jasper's voice was flat, almost bored, and the stroking of his fingers through my hair was hypnotic. It should have made me want to fall asleep, but everything he was saying was having the opposite effect.
    Georgia.
    I should've known.
    I'd never liked her, but I'd kept my mouth shut. She'd been with Jasper for a long time, and she'd been helping him at the clinic. While she'd been terse – all right, she'd been downright rude – with me, I'd borne it because I didn't want to be that woman. The woman who thought that every other woman wanted her man, that every little slight was due to jealousy.
    I still wasn't going to say anything, especially not now, not when I was so emotional. My head was a wreck, and I didn't need to be thinking of anything that was just