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helplessly. Squeezing her butt between his hands, he leaned into her, pressing her against the wall. And very nearly lost control. As he mindlessly plunged into her, her whimpers turned to moans of ecstasy. He was a hairsbreadth away from coming, and so was she.
    Suddenly, she shuddered, yelling incoherently. Clinging to his neck, she climaxed with a series of strong contractions that pushed him over the edge. With a series of animal grunts, he surrendered and pumped her full of his seed.
    He caught his breath for a moment, as she hung limply in his embrace, then carefully bent his knees and set her on her feet. As his cock slipped out of her, he became aware that he’d forgotten something important.
    “That was incredible!” she sighed, slumping against him.
    Realization hit him like a two-ton truck.
    He swore. “Are you on the pill?”
    She shook her head, her eyes glazed with the aftermath of orgasm. “I planned to start them on my next cycle.”
    “Damn!” He’d left a condom next to the bed on the night table, but thinking about catching her naked in the shower had driven every sane thought from his head. “Quick, we need to douche you. Lie down.”
    He grabbed the sprayer off its hook, dropped to a sitting position on the floor of the shower and pulled her onto his lap. “Spread your legs, prop your feet high up on the wall.”
    When she was in position, he aimed the spray of water—now lukewarm—into her vagina. She lay back and watched him with a smile on her face. The little nymph was enjoying it!
    After several minutes of irrigating her, he released her. “I sure hope that works. It wouldn’t be fair to get you pregnant.”
    She reached up to lay her hand on his cheek. “I appreciate your concern.”
    “Even if it’s after the fact?” he said, with disgust.
    “I blame myself. After all, I have more to lose than you do. My fiancé would come unglued if I got pregnant before the wedding.”
    “Wedding?” He stared at her. “You really are getting married?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Shit! I thought your friend was making that up!”
    “Why would she do that?”
    “I don’t know!” He shook his head in confusion. “But if that’s true… What in the hell am I doing here?”

Chapter Four
     
    Shelley stood motionless before her closet, still smarting from Thor’s reproachful glare and hasty departure. He'd announced he was going to fetch her car and bring it back, but she could tell he was pissed. She knew what was wrong. He had not been amused to learn she was actually engaged to be married. How could she blame him? Her behavior had been nothing to write home about.
    Regardless of how worthless she felt, she had to get dressed and go to work. Without enthusiasm, she reached for the nearest pair of slacks, slipped them off the hanger and stepped into them.
    Nothing in her experience had prepared her for the irresistible compulsion, the utter magnetism of sex with Thor. She was no stranger to orgasms, but pleasuring herself could not compare to sharing intimacies with another person. Especially a big, strong man who knew what she needed and how to give it to her. Just the thought of his arms pulling her close to his hot skin left her feverish and yearning.
    Which was just too bad, because her little fling with Thor was history.
    She considered then tossed aside a cheerful yellow blouse. The oversized black pullover would better suit her mood. How easily she had been induced to give up her last shred of control—not only by Thor, but also by her own mindless, overwhelming passion. And now there was a chance she could be pregnant. The mere thought gave her palpitations!
    A small rebellious voice in the back of her mind piped up. Would your child have reddish-golden hair? Piercing blue eyes? Wouldn’t the two of you make beautiful children?
    She glanced down at her flat belly with a worried frown.
    The quarrel with Thor still echoed in her ears. “If you’re getting married,” he had said, his face