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A little wave of panic crosses her face. “Right now?”

“Well, maybe not all of them before breakfast. We do have all day.” I look over at the lineup, then brush away all but the one labeled XL and hold it up. “This one will do.”

She gulps. “For real?”

I nod, working hard to keep a straight face.

She gives me a sly look. “In that case, we’re going to need to see what’s behind curtain number two.” Lunging to open another drawer, she pulls out sample packages of lubricant. Her eyebrows waggle. “My cousin thinks of everything.”

Tucking a packet between her teeth, she spreads her hands over my pecs. “Where were we now?”

I run my hands over every sleek inch of her, enjoying the sexy sounds she makes. “Right here.” Slipping the package of lubricant from her mouth, I sit up to give her a quick kiss before opening it. “Let’s put your cousin’s gifts to some good use.”

She reaches around to unhook her bra and tosses it over her shoulder. “Good plan.”

Dropping the lubricant, I push her over to her back, removing the last bit of clothing hugging her hips before stepping out of my boxers. Eager to explore, I lean over her, but her whole body tenses.

I hesitate, remembering how quickly she shut down the other night. “Still okay?”

She turns her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut. I hold my breath. I’m not going to force her to do anything, but I really hope she doesn’t stop things this time. After a few long moments, she faces me again, blinking. Then she shakes her head, her expression serious. “I want to be on top.”

I nod and roll to my back. “Works for me.”

“And I want you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Shortly thereafter, tab A successfully finds—and has a most excellent time exploring—slot B. Once I’m sure she’s found release, I let go, too. When I return from the stratospheres, she’s collapsed on top of me, and I’ve become one with both her and the mattress.

I’m halfway to sleep when she shifts slightly. Eyes fluttering open, I’m wondering which door leads to the bathroom, when she starts shaking on top of me. I crane my neck, trying to see her face. Is she crying? It’s hard to tell until she sits up and a panting laugh quickly turns hysterical as she falls to her side.

“You okay?”

It takes a few, but she eventually gets herself under control and then meets my confused gaze, grinning widely. “That,” she pants. “Was. Unbelievable. Sorry I’m laughing.” She shakes her head. “I just… never felt anything quite like that before.”

I have to agree. It was like I’d somehow felt sensations running through her body as well as my own.

She leans over, her lips hovering over mine. “Wonder what it’d be like if we did it again.”

I pull her hips in so she can feel that I’m ready to go.

She sits up. “But I gotta have breakfast fir?—”

Before she can finish the sentence, I grab a new condom and dangle it in the air between us. “Round two? Then breakfast?”

Throwing her arms up over her head in surrender, she flops onto her back. “Oh, all right. Have at it. Round two,” she says on a sigh, her breasts rising to tempt me.

“‘Eternity was in our lips and eyes, bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor but was a race of heaven.’Antony and??—?”

She stops my mouth with a kiss and then growls, “I don’t care who said it. Make my parts happy again.”

KATE

Several hours later, after breakfast, more sex, a snack and even more sex, Will is sound asleep. Frankie’s sprawled on his other side, snoring. Me? I’m wide awake. A smile curves Will’s tempting mouth. It takes all of my considerable willpower to leave those lips alone and relax into his shoulder, where my head seems to fit perfectly.

If only I could take naps. It’s even hard for me to be still for very long when it’s light out. Right now, though, my body is feeling well and truly used, every corner of it exercised. As well as exorcized of a certain demon whose name begins with the letter “J.”

Will was so nice when I had another little freakout this morning. Being on top helped. Like I was in control. After the first time, things were okay. Well, better than okay. Way better. In all sorts of positions. In fact I was even whatCosmomight call “bold” in our adventures, surprising myself. Alice would be so proud. Thanks to the variety of lubricants in my drawer, I’m not even sore, and Will mentioned that he’d like to meet my gynecologist cousin so he could thank her personally.

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