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“You are not,” I retorted.

“Baby, look at the state of you.”

“These are happy tears.”

“Tears you wouldn’t have cried if I’d fucked you after that first thing we went to together, which was when I wanted to do it, but I wouldn’t admit to myself how much I wanted it.”

I loved to know that was when he wanted it, because that was when I wanted it too.

But we couldn’t dwell on that.

“Well, you didn’t do it then,” I stated emphatically. “You did it just now. And I don’t remember complaining.”

“You burst into tears,” he pointed out. “That’s pretty much the definition of a complaint.”

“I did so because, like I said, I’m happy. You make me happy Jameson Oakley. So stop ruining it.”

His lips twitched. “All right, sweetheart.”

“Don’t ever refer to yourself as an idiot again,” I commanded.

“Order received.”

“Now, while I clean up and put on an entrancing nightgown that will make you want to attack me again, as penance, you have to go get the sandwiches. Oh, and refresh my martini.”

He rolled me to my back, with him rolling his weight onto me, before he put his face close to mine and warned in an utterly scrumptious rough, deep tone, “I’m going to let you be bossy in this bed this once, darlin’. I suggest you don’t get used to it.”

I trembled beneath him.

He rewarded me with that roguish grin he’d given me the morning after we’d gone to Arizona, but this time it was better.

Because this time it disappeared because he was kissing me.

Oh yes.

Much better.

CHAPTER 10

SAINT LAURENT

Nora

Iwoke with Jamie’s hands moving over me.

“Darling,” I whispered.

Those hands became fingers fisted in the silk of my nightgown, jerking it up.

I shivered in anticipation and pressed back into him.

He shifted so his mouth was at my neck, and one of his hands dipped into the bodice of my nightdress, cupping a breast and rubbing a thumb over my nipple. His other hand dove between my legs, his middle finger working miracles, making me very happy I had not re-donned my panties the night before.

When both our breathing was labored, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my backside against his hard cock, I whimpered in protest when he removed his hand from between my legs, but only so he could caress my hip, before he trailed it down, gripped my thigh and hiked it forward.

I felt his long frame shift down, then I felt him glide inside.

My head fell back to his shoulder.

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