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“What?” he asked.

She shook her head not wanting to burden him. Nicola didn’t want to ruin the moment, not now.

Jensen rose to his knees, then lifted her up by her hips. In one fast, hard move, he thrust into her. She was wet enough that it didn’t hurt, but she was still sensitive from her release. Even so, she didn’t care. This was what she wanted, what she needed right at that particular moment. He started to move inside of her. She had thought she wouldn’t be able to come again, but he built up her need once again, pushing her to her limits. His moves were lazy at first, but soon, he was moving faster and harder in and out of her. As he coaxed another orgasm from her, her body bowed up off the bed. She seemed to have no control as he kept moving, teasing her, not allowing her to shy away from what he wanted from her. Again, he built her up, using his cock and his hands. Her release was shimmering just out of her reach when he slipped his hand down to her clit. He pressed hard against it, sending her soaring into another release. He followed her in the next moment as he groaned out her name.

Jensen collapsed on her and she wrapped her arms around him. She loved when he dominated her, but this night would be something she would hold close to her heart forever.

“Oh, bloody hell,” he said lifting his head.

“You say the sweetest things to me.”

“No, we didn’t use a condom.”

“Oh. Well, I’m on the pill, so no worries there.”

“I’ve been tested.” She knew he meant for AIDS. He had been a heroin addict, so that made sense.

“As I have. I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”

“Okay.” He bent his head and kissed her. It was long, wet, and sweet. “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” she said, trying her best to keep it light.

“I…I want you to know that you aren’tthatgirl.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You were never stupid, but you were young and sheltered. He hurt you.”

“Jensen—”

“No. I have something to say. I wanted you to know how much I care about you. I wanted you to know just how special you are, that you aren’t someone who should have been treated that way. And to know, coming from an addict, that none of it is your fault.”

For a long moment, she couldn’t say anything. The lump in her throat made it difficult. In the aftermath of Oliver’s suicide and the end of her career, no one had said that to her. Not even her parents.

She raised her hand and skimmed her fingers over his cheek. “Thank you.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, then he asked, “How about a shower?”

“Sounds divine.”

He slipped out of her, then off the mattress. He picked her up again and walked to the bathroom. She had a lot of worries, but right now, none of them seemed to matter.

After the quick shower,Jensen and Nicola had snuggled together. He knew from her even breathing that she was sleeping within five minutes. It had been a long day, and he had made sure he wore her out when they made love.

Jensen didn’t know exactly when he decided not to use Domination tonight. It was probably when she had finished her story. He had wanted to do nothing more than to love her. He needed her to know just how special she was.

He was sure he accomplished that, but now he had another problem to solve: How did he convince her that she should take another chance on an addict?

chaptersixteen

The next afternoon, Nicola was sitting on the lanai in the back of Serenity’s house. Waves crashed beyond the trees, and she could hear people chattering.

“I hate to leave,” she said.

“Then stay.”

“I can’t. We’re supposed to get that new contract, and I need to go over it with Jensen.”

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