Page 25 of Prognosis Irreconcilable Differences

Nathan collapsed against her back, holding her tight, his breathing ragged, his chest exploding, trying to get everything under control. Trying to form a coherent thought. It was minutes before that was even possible. And his first thought was the realisation that, despite his spent status, he was far from done.

He pulled out, hitching up his trousers, reaching for her, swinging her into his arms.

‘Where are we going?’ Jacqui asked, still floating on a cloud somewhere.

‘My room. For more.’

She smiled against his chest, her arms creeping up around his neck, liking his answer. Liking it very much.

Nathan lowered her to the ground gently when he reached his bed. ‘Off with this,’ he murmured, slowly drawing the dress up her legs again.

Jacqui didn’t argue. She wanted it off as much as he did. She unclipped her belt and let it slide to the floor.

‘Oh, no,’ Nathan said, lifting the dress over her head and tossing it aside. He retrieved her belt. ‘That stays on.’

Jacqui smiled and clipped the belt in place. The cool chains added a sense of the exotic. And then he laid her on the bed and made love to her with a thoroughness that left her speechless.

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