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on the bedding. She tossed her
head and fought his hold on her hips and couldn’t remember when her body felt
this far out of her control.
    This time, when she came, he came with her. His cry of
release was just as loud and helpless as hers was, and it took just as much out
of him. He let her hips drop back to the bed afterwards and then kind of fell
on top of her.
    She wrapped her arms around him, needing to hold onto him,
hold onto something.
    Nick was mumbling out more words, but she couldn’t think
clearly enough to work them out.
    She enjoyed the feel of him on top of her for a few minutes.
Then she finally could make her mind work enough to give him a little push.
“You’re getting heavy.”
    “I know.” He didn’t move.
    “And the condom, Nick.”
    “I know.” His breath was warm against her skin.
    “Nick.”
    “Yeah.” With a groan, he lifted himself off her, and then he
summoned the effort to straighten up to a sitting position. “Oh, God, I don’t
think I can move.”
    “Me either.” She felt a wave of tenderness at the sight of
his outrageously messy hair and the damp flush on his face.
    He smiled down at her, evidently seeing something in her
expression. “So do you think you can make it a week now?”
    “It’s going to be days before I can even think about sex again.”
Her body was so sore and exhausted and sated that she really did think it was
true.
    He gave a huff of amusement and stood up. “We’ll see.”
    ***
    Three days later, Jenn was moaning
helplessly as Nick massaged her neck and shoulders.
    She wasn’t just moaning because the relaxation of her
muscles was so good. She was feeling a lot of other things too.
    She hated to admit defeat. And she hated to admit that Nick
was right and she was wrong. But some things were more important than that.
    One of those things was the deep need in her body. “Nick,”
she said, rather raspily.
    “What?” His voice was just as hoarse as hers was.
    “Maybe…”
    “Maybe what?” His hands had grown still on her shoulders.
    “Maybe we should…rethink one of the terms of our contract.”
There. She’d said it. And it hadn’t been so bad.
    After all, how much harm could it do to have sex more than
once a week?
    Nick moved around to the front of her chair and crouched
down so he was on her eye level. “What term?”
    “The…the once a week term. I’m thinking it wouldn’t hurt to
have sex more often.”
    He groaned and hauled her up into a kiss. “Thank God! I
thought you’d never change your mind.”

Five
     
    A few days later, Jenn came into her
bedroom from the bathroom to see that Nick had pulled back on his pajama pants.
    They’d just had sex. It had been very good—she’d wrapped her
legs around him and he’d moved into her with a slow, rhythmic pressure. It
hadn’t been as urgent as when they’d only had once a week, and for some reason
that left Jenn feeling a little jittery.
    There was no reason for the sudden case of nerves, so she
blew out a breath and smiled as she walked back to her bed.
    Nick could have gone back to his bedroom now, since it was
almost midnight, but he didn’t appear to be moving any time soon. He was
sprawled out on the messy sheets with one arm bent above his head.
    “Are you cold?” he asked lazily, his eyes running up and
down over her body.
    She’d pulled on a pair of knit pajama pants and a matching
long-sleeved top. “A little. Is that a problem?”
    “Of course not. Only now I can’t see much of your body.” He
reached out to pull her down into the bed with him.
    “Were you thinking we’d have more sex? I was thinking it was
time to go to sleep.”
    “Maybe I like to look at your body, even when we’re not
having sex.”
    She’d cuddled up at his side, since he was always so warm,
but now she lifted her head to check his face. He looked fond and amused—his
typical expression—so she relaxed back at his side. “Well, I’m not going to be
cold just so you can leer at me.