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one tight pink nipple into his mouth. He loved how confident she was, how she knew exactly what she wanted and just went for it. He loved how she made him feel like a stud.
    Lexie let her head fall back with a small moan. His groin tightened, throbbed. He eased down his zipper to relieve the pressure against his erection. Then he turned back to her breasts.
    He skimmed his hands down her body and upunder her skirt, molding her thighs and bare buttocks. He slipped his fingers between her legs into heat and wetness. His erection surged. She rose onto her knees so he could get rid of his pants and underwear. He was so hard he hurt. A glimpse of her bare thighs beneath her skirt was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. When he thought he couldn’t stand it another second, she slid onto him, tight and hot.
    Sweet relief. And then she was riding him, her breasts moving before his glazed eyes. He sucked her nipple hard, gripped her hips and pushed. Heard her cry.
    And cried out himself.
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    R AFE GAZED into Lexie’s soft blue eyes and felt foolishly proud that he’d been able to give her so much pleasure. He was pretty sure he’d satisfied her.
    It had taken four times. She was awesome.
    He pushed a strand of hair off her cheek. “What can I get you? A drink of water? I’ve got cookies in my briefcase.”
    She laughed at that and he felt like an idiot for sounding so young.
    â€œThanks but I’m not hungry.” Drowsily she stroked a fingertip around his bristled chin.
    Her jaw and neck were chafed red from his beard. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    Eyes closed, she smiled dreamily. “I might not be able to walk for a week.”
    Rafe felt himself blush and was grateful for the low light of the bedside lamp. But she seemed to be dozing off anyway. He lay back down and pulled her in close to his side and went to sleep breathing in the scent of sex, warm skin and Lexie’s hair.
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    L EXIE WAS DREAMING about spirals. There was the skeleton clock, with its spiral spring that expanded and contracted with every tick of the cogged wheel. Then there was the spiral at the heart of a seashell. And a double spiral of…something. Then she was dreaming about the clock again. The elegant brass whorls of the casing, the wheels connected to wheels, all turning, turning, hands moving, tick, a heartbeat, a baby’s heartbeat, tick, Sienna in her blue robe not Venus but the Madonna, double helix, DNA….
    The clock chimed with a preternatural volume, like a giant gong struck inside her head. Lexie swam up through the layers of her dream. She opened her eyes and sat up in bed, tingling all over.
    In the darkness, cogs and wheels still moved before her eyes. Spirals turned with the illusion of upward movement.
    Biological clocks.
    Not her. Sienna.
    No, that would be too obvious as an element in her painting. There was something else in the dream. The spiral spring at the heart of the clock. The seashell. And that other spiral, the double spiral. What hadthat reminded her of? An illustration from the old biology text book she found somewhere and kept as a reference.
    And then it clicked.
    DNA, the double helix. Two strands of genetic material, joined by molecules of…something. She couldn’t remember the details, if she’d ever learned them. But she could find out. It all fit. Sienna, the mother, creating life. Sienna, the doctor, saving life. Science and Nature, hand in hand.
    â€œThat’s it. I’ve got it,” she whispered, pressing a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. It was crystal clear now that she’d thought of it. She would paint DNA molecules in the background, so faint they would be unobtrusive, a subliminal suggestion that would imprint on the viewer’s brain.
    Quietly she pushed back the covers and got out of bed, shivering a little at leaving the warmth of Rafe’s body. Seeing his dark head on the pillow made her smile at the