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her. When he collapsed on top of her, she cradled him with her arms and legs wrapped around him.

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    He was so much bigger than she, she should have felt smothered. But instead she burrowed her face into his neck, feeling an immense satisfaction. She, boring little Julie Driscoll, had the power to turn Chris Dennison into a quivering, helpless mass of male flesh.

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    C hris lay on top of her for several minutes, vaguely aware that he was probably crushing her but unable to move. He buried his nose in her neck, catching the sweet scent of her skin mingling with his own sweat. He was still trembling with the spine-melting intensity of his orgasm, but just the smell of himself on her was enough to make his dick go half hard inside her.
    Finally he rolled to the side, hardly able to believe what just happened even as she snuggled into his chest. Julie Driscoll was lying naked in his bed, all but purring after a bout of the hottest, lustiest sex he’d ever had. Proving that reality was much, much better than any fantasy he could ever come up with.
    He trailed his right hand over her silky blonde curls, over the curve of her shoulder, and down the smooth line of her arm. He covered her hand with his, wincing as reality intruded in the form of her giant engagement ring scraping against his palm.
    “What happens now?” he asked.
    Julie propped up on his chest and gave him a sleepy smile. “I was thinking I’d give you about five minutes or so to recover, and then maybe we could do it again?” Blood pooled in his groin at her suggestion, but now that the edge had been taken off his hunger he wasn’t so easily distracted. “I mean with Brian,” he said, his thumb and forefinger closing over the massive rock on her finger for emphasis. “Are you getting a divorce?”
    “I don’t know.” Julie tugged her hand away spreading her fingers and frowning at the offending piece of jewelry. But she didn’t bother to remove it.

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    His jaw clenched as every muscle tensed. “You can’t possibly stay with him. Not after what he did. Not after what we just did.”
    “I don’t want to talk about it tonight.” She feathered kisses across his chest. “Right now I don’t want to think about anything but this.” Her hand slid between his legs, capturing his burgeoning erection with a low murmur of satisfaction.
    Chris closed his eyes, arching up into her hand. She was right. Why complicate things? Why dwell on the fact that less than twenty-four hours ago, she had married his brother? None of that mattered tonight.
    Tonight, it was Chris, not Brian, sinking his fingers into the hot, creamy clasp of her cunt. He was the one reaching down, covering her hand in his to show her exactly how he liked to be stroked. It was his cock she was pumping with fast, firm strokes until he was throbbing and twitching like he hadn’t just come with enough force to make him lose consciousness.
    He was the one watching her slide down his shaft, moaning as his cock disappeared inch by agonizing inch inside her sweet pussy. Tonight, he was watching her moan and squirm as she came all over him.
    Tonight she was his, and that was enough. It had to be.

    Gray light was just touching the sky as Chris zipped up his suitcase. Julie was sprawled on her stomach, the sheet twisted so the whole of her smooth back and one creamy leg were exposed. His fingers itched to slide over her skin, his mouth watered with the urge to bury his tongue between her legs, have her wake up as she was coming against his mouth.
    He resisted, in part because he’d already pushed his departure as far as he could. At this rate he’d be lucky to make his flight back to St. Thomas. But also because his emotions were a mess. Far from the pleasantly exhausted state he usually found himself in after a night like last night, this morning he was all simmering anger and old resentment.
    What did he expect her to say if he woke her up to say good-bye? He