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Dude. Is this dude planning to munch on me? That’d be totally uncool.

“This is a beavertail, right?” Lucius asks.

All my dirty mind hears is “beaver” and then “tail,” but I mumble something in the affirmative. Then I realize Lucius must’ve researched my cactus.

Argh! My ovaries may just explode.

Before I can think better of it, I stumble over to my Murphy bed and shake it hard enough for the springs to creak. “Oh, no. It’s stuck. Can you help me?”

Damn it. Why couldn’t I come up with something new?

It doesn’t matter, though.

He turns, and there’s heat in his eyes as he says, “Isn’t that your bedroom?”

I nod and shake the Murphy bed again.

Moving with smooth, athletic grace, he walks over and tugs on the front of my couch/bed.

Whoosh.

The thing has never converted from couch to bed that fast.

I swallow, looking up at him. “I must have loosened that up for you.”

Loosened up? What’s next, discussion of lubing the gears?

He looks at the bed, then back down at me. “Goodnight?”

Damn. His voice is as husky as a purebred from Siberia. My heart hammers so fast I’m in danger of my ribcage breaking. He’s staring at me with those steel-colored eyes that are beginning to look like molten metal, and I can’t seem to draw in enough air. Or rather, every breath I pull in makes me acutely aware of his subtle masculine scent and the heat radiating from his large body.

“Juno…” His voice is even huskier. “I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t want this, say it now.”

“I…” I lick my dry lips. “I definitely want this.”

And with that, I rise up on my tiptoes, wind my arms around his neck, and press my lips to his.

CHAPTER 34

LUCIUS

Just like that, biology wins not only the battle but the war.

Juno’s soft lips are delicious, her adroit tongue maddening. I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

Greedily, I inhale her intoxicating scent—a mix of Neutrogena shampoo, Dove body wash, and something sweet that is purely Juno, the woman rightfully named after a goddess.

I pull her close, her soft parts pressing against my hardness.

She gasps delicately into my mouth, and her hands slide from my neck and down my back until one palm grabs my butt.

Damn, that feels good. If only our clothes were not in the way… No. In a second. First, I move my kiss from her lips to her alabaster neck, breathing in more of her sweet scent, tasting the softness of her tender skin.

With a moan, she tugs on my shirt, proving that we’re on the same wavelength regarding the nuisance that are our clothes.

Grudgingly, I tear my lips away from her neck and step back to remove my shirt.

Maintaining the eye contact, she takes off her top and then her bra, exposing her perfectly perky breasts.

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