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Jordan's brows lifted. "Are you, really?"

"I am. Believe it or not. You're happy and nothing beats that."

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"I'm happy," he murmured.

Turning her head to glance at him over her shoulder, Julesa gave him a quizzical stare. He finished zipping her out of the dress and helped her out of it.

"Where did that come from?" On the way back home, he had been quiet, and she had decided to leave him to his thoughts. A lot happened tonight, and he had things to stew over.

He joined her as she sat on the edge of the bed. Brushing her hands away, he proceeded to take off her shoes.

"Something my dad said."

"What- Oh!" She bit down on her lip as her breath hissed through her clamped lips.

"You wanted to know what he said?" He punctuated each word by slowly peeling off the skin tone stockings, movements deliberately slow – designed to torture.

"What?" She stared at him in a daze. Her mind had emptied, and her body filled up with heat that she wondered if she was going to burst into flames. His clever fingers, long and oh so gentle, was creating complete havoc.

"My dad." He was enjoying the look on her face and could feel the blood pumping heavily inside him.

"What?" She repeated, fingers clenching on the sheets. He had opened her thighs and was working his way up, rubbing the flesh, caressing the skin with soft gentle strokes.

"He said I looked happy." Emotions swelled and soared until he was almost buried. The look on her exquisite face, the parted lips, her breath coming through in soft delicate pants, warned him that he did not have much time. "I am. You did that." He was peeling the flimsy excuse of an underwear and tossing it aside.

"Jordan-" Her body arched and bowed, her eyes going blind. He was kneading the flesh of her inner thighs slowly, his eyes on her face. "I can't."

"You can, darling. Let me show you, my sweet."

She cut off a scream as he parted her thighs. Her body simply melted – just went to pieces. Just shattered. He was doing things to her with his teeth – And oh good God! With his tongue. She was dying and knew that she would never be able to survive this. It was too much! Too much heat, too much fire – She screamed! Her fingers groping blindly for his hair. The climax was so earth shattering that she slid back on the bed, her body quivering. It seemed to go on forever. Her heart was racing and her body so lax, it felt as if she was going into a coma.

Prying her eyes open, she watched breathlessly as he tore off his clothing and joined her. Positioning her up on the pillows, he turned her to face him, brushing away the tears leaking from her eyes. Her face was sheened with moisture, sweat beading her upper lip. Her eyes were slumberous, naked from passion.

"I adore you." His voice was unsteady, his heart quivering. "I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much."

"You're destroying me." She reached for him, burying her face in his throat. His arms banded around her as she climbed on top of him. Skimming her hair back, she sheathed him, eyes glittering, lips parted. Splaying her hands on his chest, she stayed that way for a few pulsing seconds. It was difficult for him to maintain that position when his body was so hot, he could feel the heat pouring out of him. Clamping his hands on her hips, he initiated the motion, lifting her slightly and easing into her tight warmth. His heart shattered – just broke into pieces. Leaning forward, she offered her breast, cupping the flesh and easing it towards his lips. He latched on greedily, devouring the rigid flesh until she felt as if she was going to die from the pleasure of it. Her sensitive flesh reacted violently and within seconds, she came again.

His hands went to her waist, wandering down her hips as he plunged into her over and over again, until they were both mindless, both so caught up in the torrent of passion that nothing else mattered. The room was filled with sighs, moans and cries – the sweat pouring off their bodies as the pace increased. She came again, his name tumbling from her lips as she collapsed on top of him. He poured into her – arms wrapped around her waist, face buried in the hollow of her throat.

His hands gentled around her waist, moving up and down her back in a soothing motion.

"I can't move," she whispered.

"No one's asking you to," he whispered back. "We'll just stay here until someone comes along."

She let out a shaky laugh and settled in, content to do just that.

Chapter 16

"What do you think?" She tapped her fingers impatiently on the arms of the chair as she watched him scan the pages on the screen. She was nervous, on edge because she never usually had anyone reading her material except her agent.

"Jordan." She hissed out a breath when he simply held up a hand.

"I'm getting some coffee."

"Tea." He lifted his head long enough to send her a narrow-eyed glance as she pushed out of the chair.

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