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stop,” she said.
    As if he could. He was on autopilot, moving like a sex machine, desperate to come.
    So was Carol apparently. She met him stroke for stroke, maneuvering her body in ways that maximized the pleasure. Only, she seemed to be doing it naturally, unaware that she was so sexy. Jake actually envied the Goody Two-shoes who married her, simply because the lucky stiff would get to be with her every night.
    â€œYou’re a hellcat in bed,” he said.
    Her voice went husky. “I’m not, not usually...”
    â€œSo I just bring it out in you?”
    â€œI don’t know.” She clawed the crap out of him again. “Probably.”
    He gazed into her glowing green eyes. Was this how she would behave on her wedding night? Sweet and sensual and animalistic? “Your future husband can thank me later.”
    She writhed beneath him. “You’re cocky, Jake.”
    He glanced down at where their bodies were joined. “So I am.”
    She followed his line of sight. “That isn’t what I meant.”
    â€œThen why are you enjoying the view?”
    â€œFor the same reason you are.”
    Because being together was exciting. Because they both wanted to remember how it felt. How it looked.
    Jake shifted his hips, making the moment hotter.
    In. Out. Deep. Deeper.
    Carol gasped, and a haze of hunger enveloped him, his body jerking, his erection pulsing, his vision glazing till he could barely see at all. She was falling, too, his orgasm triggering hers. Or maybe hers had jump-started his? He was too far gone to know.
    Sensations slammed between them, and she clung to him, making breathy sounds in his ear. His personal assistant.
    His very personal assistant, he amended.
    When it was over Jake was beaded with sweat. He withdrew and dropped down on top of Carol, needing to drag as much air into his lungs as he could get. But what he got was the scent of sex, mingled with her citrus perfume.
    She skimmed her fingers down his spine. Gone were her claws. There was just softness now.
    â€œAm I hurting you?” he asked.
    She nuzzled his shoulder. “Isn’t it a little late to be asking me that?”
    He grinned in spite of himself. “I meant, am I too heavy?”
    â€œNo, you’re good.” She traced his tailbone. “I’m not an itty-bitty breakable thing. I can take it.”
    He could have stayed there all night, luxuriating in her curves, except that he needed to get rid of the condom. “I’ll be right back.”
    Jake got up and went into the bathroom to do his thing. When he returned, she was sitting forward in bed, with the sheet partially covering her.
    â€œI should take a picture of you,” he said. Beside her, the ghostly curtains were billowing again.
    She tugged the sheet closer. “You better not.”
    It was tempting, to say the least. “You just look so pretty, that’s all.” Mussed up and wearing the jewelry he’d given her.
    â€œThank you, but we don’t need that kind of evidence from this night.” She patted the space next to her. “Now, come back to bed.”
    â€œYes, ma’am.” He hopped into the spot she offered. “So what kind do we need?”
    â€œWhat kind of what?”
    â€œEvidence from this night?”
    She butted her shoulder against his. “Smart aleck.”
    He shrugged, smiled, got closer to her. For the heck of it, he gave her a noisy kiss, and they slid down onto the pillows together.
    â€œI’m not much of a cuddler,” he said.
    â€œThen you’re doing a good job, considering.”
    He was trying. “You seem like the type who would like it.”
    She sighed. “I am. I do.”
    I do. He frowned at her choice of words, feeling the weight of them. Someday, she was going to find a nice, proper guy. Someday, she would become someone’s honeymoon bride.
    But for now she was in bed with Jake, snuggling against him, all warm and