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She stared at him, hardly able to believe that he was taking it so well.

“You aren’t upset?”

“I am stunned.”

“Is this something you can work with? Seeing yourself with me as your wife?”

He almost smiled. Almost. And wondered what she would say if she knew that had been his dream since he met her. So many years ago.

“Can you see yourself in that role?”

She nodded, so relieved that he was not angry, she would have agreed to anything. “Thank you.”

A slight smile tugged at his lips. “For?”

“For letting me off so easily.” She rose and walked towards him. “Can we start playing the role tonight?”

He went still as he watched her bridged the distance between them. “What do you have in mind?” He asked hoarsely.

She responded by simply taking off her robe.

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“Did I hurt you?” He asked her quietly when he got his breath back. They had started in the living room and ended up inside her bedroom, leaving clothes strewn in their wake. He had been rough.

The combination of being away from her all those days, plus the fact that this was not a farce, he was really married to her hadblown through him like a tornado and made him lose control from the very beginning.

“No.” She was still quivering from the attack on her senses. She had spent nights trying to recapture the magical time at the cottage but had not been able to fully accomplish it. Tonight, he had blown her away with his touch.

She could still feel him deep inside her. Marriage to him was certainly not going to be a hardship. Robert Faulkner was an incredibly virile man with an insatiable appetite, and she was discovering that she had an insatiable one as well.

“Sure?” She was sprawled across his chest, her slender body draped on top of his.

“Hmm.” She blew on his chest, watching the displaced hairs in fascination. “I loved the energy. Makes me believe you have not had sex since we last saw each other.”

“I haven’t.”

She lifted her head at his quiet tone and felt a quiver as she stared at the strong planes of his face. His hair was clinging to his damp forehead and his hazel eyes were bright with passion that had not quite diminished.

“I haven’t asked you about your trip.”

A smile tugged at his stern lips, something them considerably. “Are you playing your role as my wife?”

She nodded, eyes twinkling. “I figured I might as well start practicing.”

His fingers wandered up and down her back slowly, feeling the damp skin and the softness of her flesh.

“It was productive.”

“I saw you on TV.”

He grimaced, telling her clearly that he hated the publicity.

“A necessary evil. There was a little hiccup, but it got sorted out.”

She eyed him wryly. “You are such a fountain of information.”

His chuckle made her smile. “I don’t want to bore you with the details.”

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