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better than he’d imagined. Sweet
and delicate but with unmistakable passion, as though a fire burned deep within
her. The thought of being inside her made him groan and he stripped away his
shorts.
    Finally free from the confines of clothing, his cock
pulsated, begging for release. He could still feel Jenna’s lips on his, gentle
but insisting, her fingers working through his hair. Pulses of electricity
zipped through him, his balls drawing up tight as the pressure built.
    Just as he reached for his cock, his phone buzzed, vibrating
across the hardwood floor. Dammit . Gavin. He leaned over the edge
of the bed, fumbling through the pockets of his jeans. Two missed texts.
     
    Still with the girl or busy wanking?
     
    How does he do that? Gavin had some sort of sixth
sense and somehow managed to interrupt whenever Tim was having quality alone
time. He’d long ago given up denial and embarrassment.
     
    Either way, call me, it’s important.
     
    Knowing Gavin would text again within minutes, Tim called
him.
    Gavin answered on the first ring. “Took you long enough.”
    “I…never mind.” Tim massaged his forehead and lay back
against the pillows, feeling more than a little frustrated.
    “Is she there?”
    “No.”
    “Aww, struck out, eh?”
    “What? No. I walked her home. Like a gentleman.”
    “Isn’t it customary to let them stay the night, you know
after…”
    “There was no after.” Tim scrubbed his hand through his
hair. “All we did was kiss.”
    “Bad kiss, then?”
    Tim smiled, recalling the feel of her lips. “Not at all,
she’s quite lovely.”
    “I meant you.”
    “Funny. No. She seemed right pleased. I’m just trying to
take things slow.” He paused, an unfamiliar sensation tugging in his stomach.
“I like her.”
    “Well, just remember, when you do win her over with your
charms, use protection.”
    “Did you call to discuss my dick?”
    “Don’t flatter yourself. We’ve hit a snag with the
adoption.”
    Tim heard the change in Gavin’s voice, the joking gone. “What
happened?”
    “Seems the agency isn’t certain where our child has been
placed. Something about government funding causing some centers to close and
children getting shuffled about. They’ve misplaced our baby.”
    “Christ. Sorry. They’ll sort this out, I’m sure.” How do
you lose an infant?
    “I suppose. Just bloody aggravating.” Tim could hear frantic
typing. He imagined Gavin must be sending off some heated emails. “Speaking of
babies, I ran into Jane.”
    Tim’s ears perked up. “Really? How’d she look?”
    “Fabulous. Positively glowing. And her tum’s getting nice
and round.”
    Tim let out a slow breath. “Good. Really hope she doesn’t
have any problems this time. Arthur’s traveling so much and she’s got so much
to do taking care of Lucy. I worry about her. Don’t think she could handle
another miscarriage.”
    “Don’t worry, mate, I’ll pop in on her from time to time.
She knows she can always ring me or Phillip if she needs something.”
    “Keep reminding her. She hates asking for help.”
    “Yes, your whole family is annoyingly independent. What time
is it there, anyway? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
    “I might be if my phone hadn’t gone off.”
    “Oh, right. Sorry. Not used to having you in a different
time zone.”
    “When have you ever stopped to consider what time it is
before you ring me?”
    Gavin laughed. “On that note…”
    Tim rolled over, his eyelids feeling heavy. His thoughts drifted
straight back to Jenna. Her soft hands, her sweet scent, her laugh. He couldn’t
wait to see her again. To touch her again. His cock eagerly seconded the
thought, throbbing in agreement. He wrapped his fingers around himself,
realizing if he was going to think about Jenna this much he was going to need
to find a laundry, fast.

Chapter Four
     
    “I figure it’s a fifteen-minute walk to the restaurant, so
we don’t have a lot of time to figure out what’s going on with