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as spasms of pleasure shot through her. Above her, Sebastian groaned loudly, his entire form going taut a moment before his hips lurched convulsively against hers, spearing deep. Gabby felt the flood of his orgasm within her and moaned, sagging against the bed at the sensation.
    For at least five minutes after, neither of them moved or spoke. Sebastian collapsed atop her with his full, substantial weight, but instead of finding it unbearable, Gabby found the warmth only comforting. How long had it been since sex had left her in such a boneless, gooey puddle of bliss?
    Maybe never.
    Ultimately, Sebastian rolled from her and onto his back beside her, a long, satisfied sigh escaping him. His hair was mussed from his exertions, and he looked so unlike the proper British persona he’d emitted all night that she couldn’t help but laugh. One of his eyes opened to gaze at her in inquiry. “What’s so funny?”
    “You,” She managed through her giggles, turning onto her side to gaze down at him. “I’ve decided that I find you hilarious after all.”
    “Do you, now?” Gabrielle gasped as the man suddenly shot upright, pulling her into his embrace to tumble both of them onto the sleekly carpeted floor. Within moments, he’d maneuvered her onto her stomach and was straddling her once more, his renewed erection pressing tantalizingly about the curve of her behind. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
    And they did. At great length.
     
    When Gabby awoke the next morning, every muscle in her body sore from the bevy of sexual adventures she’d experienced the previous night, she couldn’t help but grin. Part of her had been worried that it had, indeed, been a dream. Now, awaking in the middle of the feather bed in Sebastian’s suite, her fears were assuaged.
    She sat up, squinting at the bright rays of sunlight beginning to pierce the wooden blinds that covered the windows. Immediately, she knew that she was alone. Sebastian had gone off to do whatever it was that occupied his days, and that was fine with her. Last night had been utterly mind-blowing, more than she’d ever hoped for. As she slid to the side of the bed, her hand fell on a sheet of paper on the pillow beside hers. Arching a brow, she picked it up to read the note that had been written there in a sprawling, masculine script.
    Gabby,
    I apologize for sneaking out. I’ve several things that I must attend to today and I didn’t want to wake you. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering a hot breakfast for you, which should be waiting in the parlor. Additionally, your dress is being dry cleaned and will be returned to you around ten AM. If you’re in a terrible rush and would prefer it sent to another address, just inform the front desk and they’ll take care of it.
    Feel free to make use of the room for as long as you’d like. I likely won’t be back until late. I don’t feel remiss in telling you that I greatly enjoyed our time together. You’re both a talented artist and a tantalizing woman. Manhattan is a more interesting place with you in it.
    Best,
    -S
    Gabrielle’s lips curved upward in a mixture of amusement and admiration. The man was just polite enough without conveying any plans to see her in the future – a tactful dismissal if ever there was one. Luckily enough for him, she wasn’t some clinging, insane psycho bitch. She had enough memories now to keep herself occupied for months, possibly years to come.
    Rising from the bed, she set the note aside and made her way into the expansive bathroom, whistling at the veritable miles of polished marble. She was going to take a very long, very indulgent shower. And then, she’d take advantage of the breakfast Sebastian had ordered. She figured she deserved a leisurely, relaxing morning before she faced Tristan’s inevitable wrath.
    And even when she did, she knew that the elder man’s concerns would roll off. This morning, she was walking on cloud nine, and she didn’t know of a single thing