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sex with her because he thought she was a virgin and she’d let him think it.
    She could kiss her sisters’ future goodbye. She’d obviously mismanaged her charade. Calista wondered what she would do next. Would Leo annul their marriage? She couldn’t believe he would give her a penny now. How horrid of a person was she to be thinking about money at this point?
    She didn’t want to think deeper than money, though.She didn’t want to think about whether she’d disappointed him. Or hurt him? Heavens, that had to be a stretch. The man was the personification of deceit. How could she even reach him, let alone hurt him?
    Calista closed her eyes and counted backward from a thousand then counted backward again. Sometime during that second thousand, she drifted off.
    In her sleeping but dreamless state, she felt the warmth of another body. A strong arm curved around her and drew her closer.
    Her heartbeat accelerated. She rose to the surface of her sleep, and a hand slid over her hair, stroking. The touch soothed her and she drifted down again. When had someone stroked her hair? How long had it been? So long she couldn’t remember…. She snuggled against the body that held her and sighed.
    Minutes or hours later, she rolled over, encountering a hard chest and strong shoulders. Instinctively, she curled herself around the man and nuzzled her face against his throat.
    “Calista,” he said.
    “Yes,” she whispered, taking in the scent of him. She dipped her lips over his skin and darted her tongue out to taste him.
    He sucked in a sharp breath and swore.
    Feeling herself rise toward consciousness, she tasted him again, savoring the salt of his skin.
    He gave her a gentle shake and she opened her eyes, encountering his dark gaze.
    “Do you know what the hell you’re doing?” he demanded.
    “Do you want me to stop?” she whispered, her heart beating in her head, arousal surging inside her.
    “Hell, no,” he said and drew her mouth to his.
    He kissed her and caressed and slid his fingers to her secret places, taking her to a different place. She wanted him inside her, craved his fullness expanding her, but he waited, taking her higher and higher.
    She felt the tension inside her grow tighter and tighter. She didn’t know if she could stand it.
    “Give it to me, Calista. Give it to me,” he coaxed, his fingers working their magic on her.
    “Leo,” she said, and suddenly she felt herself flung upward out of the stratosphere. Her climax twisted through her in fits and starts. She clung to him and he finally thrust inside her.
    She moaned, feeling herself clench around him.
    He groaned in response and thrust.
    She arched against him, wanting to milk his response from him, needing every drop of his passion. He gave it and more.
     
    Leo awakened the next morning with his bride in his arms. He felt a combination of cynicism and possession. He felt as if he’d been fooled. On the other hand, he felt as if he had gained a prize. Although she seemed innocent, he knew better. She’d come apart in his arms. Yet, even she had seemed surprised by the depth of her pleasure. That had given him enormous satisfaction. Knowing that he had taken her to new heights filled him with gratification.
    Her blond hair was tousled over her eyes, her cheeks pink, her dark eyelashes fans against her fair skin. He suspected she didn’t trust easily, yet she’d trusted him in marriage and in bed. That had to count for something.
    As if she felt him thinking, she fluttered her eyes open. Hergreen eyes stared into his. She inhaled deeply and buried her head against his chest. “Good morning,” she said.
    He couldn’t resist a surge of pleasure at the sensation of her voluptuous body rubbing against his. “Good morning,” he murmured and exulted in her breasts against his skin, her naked thighs sliding through his.
    She pressed her ear against his chest. “I can hear your heart,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”
    There had been so many