Page 45 of Prognosis Incompatible

CHAPTER SEVEN

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NOW that she had tastedthe sweet addictive fruit of great sex, Madeline was insatiable. She was an addict. Her body craved it. All night. And Marcus didn’t disappoint. Not even once.

Madeline had never had such athletic sex in all her life. But, hey, she thought as she snuggled into his shoulder, listening to his deep even breathing as the first rays of dawn crept across the sky, at least she now knew she was capable of a marathon.

But it had been more than that, it had been fun. She’d had fun. Marcus had been flirty and humorous. He had made her laugh, he had made her blush and, God help her, he had made her come more times in one night than she had ever thought possible.

She’d never known she was capable of such an amazing feat. Sure, she’d experienced orgasms before but they’d always been hard won. Marcus had barely even touched her and she had combusted every time. How he did it she didn’t know, she didn’t care, she just never wanted him to stop.

She couldn’t believe she had been fooling herself for an entire decade. She was a sexual being and she wanted to yell it from the rooftops. And she wanted more. As much as he could give her. She had a lot of catching up to do. She yawned and smiled as sleep finally claimed her.

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Marcus woke a coupleof hours later, the weight of Madeline’s head on his chest. He looked down and her red ringlets were spread across his chest just as he had fantasised about when they had first met. Their marathon sex session in all its glorious detail came back to him and he smiled to himself.

He hoped she wasn’t through using him for rebound sex yet.

OK, rebound sex rules were very clear — it was a one-off deal. But it wasn’t like these rules were written anywhere and as long as they were both still on the same page, then what could it hurt?

He toyed with one of her curls and stretched it out gently. The sun slanting through the blinds caught a golden highlight, transforming it to a strand of fine gilt thread. He dropped it and stroked his hand over her head and down the length of her hair, feeling the springiness beneath his palm.

She murmured and he stopped, not wanting to wake her. If she was half as tired, half as exhausted as him, she was going to need to sleep for a week to get over it. He smiled again, thinking about her generosity in bed, and there was a strange tightening in his chest.

He shifted slowly, gently displacing her, preferring not to dwell on that odd sensation. He was also experiencing a tightening elsewhere and knew it was time to get up or he and Maddy would never make it to work today. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked behind him, running his eyes up and down the length of her body. She’d rolled on her back, her legs tangled in the sheets, her stomach and breasts uncovered.

The urge to trace a finger between her breasts and down her stomach beyond the sheet was overwhelming and he stood immediately. Striding into the en suite, he turned the cold water on hard, catching his breath as he stood under the freezing needles.

Madeline vaguely heard the running water and slowly opened her eyes. She stretched and then curled into a ball as her internal muscles protested. The bed was empty but she could still smell Marcus’s aftershave and she hugged her body and smiled to herself as she remembered every Technicolor detail.

She got up and wandered into the en suite. Marcus stood with his arms braced against the wall, facing the shower head, his head down, his eyes shut, the water running down his back.

‘Good morning,’ she said as she opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. ‘Enough room for two?’

He opened his eyes and smiled at her and he wanted her again. ‘Of course,’ he said, making room.

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