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effect on her. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
    “What are you looking for in a husband?”
    Surprised by Harm’s serious question, Jena crossed her arms over his, then snuggled even deeper into his warmth. Between her father, brother, and her cousins, the Tanner brothers, she’d been surrounded by domineering men all her life. As much as she loved all of them, she could empathize with Harm’s mother wanting to break free from a father whose only form of parenting was total control.
    Jena had to pick up and move at least eight times at her father’s career’s whim. Then, the only reason they’d stayed in Maryland was because that was where Ty had been accepted to college, and her father had wanted to stay close to him. Not once was she asked how she felt about settling in Maryland. “I want my husband to let me make my own decisions. I want him to respect my need to do so, even if he disagrees with my choices.”
    Harm placed a feather-light kiss on her neck. “What if there are times when your husband does know best?”
    Jena stiffened and Harm tightened his hold, not letting her pull away as she intended. “He’ll learn real fast, I make up my own mind.”
     “What if he’s just as stubborn as you?” He slid his hand up her waist and cupped her breast, twirling the nipple with a leisurely roll of his fingers.
    Jena sucked in her breath, amazed by the achy desire his touch roused. “Then we’ll have problems,” she exhaled, sounding breathless as she tried to keep a firm hold of rational thoughts.
    Harm slid a hand down her abdomen, spearing his fingers through the bit of hair between her legs. Drawing his finger along her over-sensitized flesh in a slow, lingering rub, his voice lowered, “What if he’s willing to compromise?”
    Jena arched against his hand. Her breathing turned shallow as she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Thinking became very difficult when he circled his finger around her aroused bud. “Co…compromise?”
    “Pick a number. One.” He slid a finger inside her and she moaned. “No, two.” He added another finger, creating pressure with the sensuous glide of his fingers, wet from her own arousal, rubbing in and out of her body. “Ah, I think three is the lucky number.” When a third finger joined the other two, he cupped her mound, then used his hold to draw her back, locking her body against his. “Three times a year, your husband gets carte blanche on a unilateral decision that concerns you. He may or may not exercise his rights, depending on whether the situation warrants it. What do you say?”
    When she didn’t answer right away, his thumb made a small circle around the responsive bit of skin, never quite hitting it. Just enough to rev her up. Jena whimpered and rocked her hips, wanting to move, needing the release her body sought. “Only if I get three for him as well.”
    Harm’s chuckle rumbled against her back. “Quite the negotiator, aren’t you?”
    “Yes,” she said, barely able to think while wanting him to touch her, “and right now I’m ordering you to give me what I want.”
    “No, sweetheart, I’m going to give you what you need .” He kissed the delicate skin behind her ear. “Me,” he said in a husky tone as he stopped circling his thumb and honed in on the sensitive, aching skin, applying steady pressure. At the same time, his other hand clasped the plump flesh of her breast in a possessive hold.
    “Harm…” She gulped. “That feels so good,” she panted, rocking into his hand when he began to slide his fingers in and out of her body once more.
    While plucking out a seductive, rhythmic tune against her taut frame, Harm didn’t forget about the rest of her erogenous zones. He twirled her nipple, teasing the hard bud with just the right pinching-pressure. The combination of his actions sent Jena over the edge. Her body trembled through the force of her orgasm. She cried out as pure pleasure spiraled from her