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He stepped back wearing a pleasant smile. “Well, this is a surprise.”

“A welcome one, I hope,” Mirilla said.

“Without a doubt.”

“Vivian is in labor,” she said.

“Au'revele told me. We’re waiting to visit until she calls for us,” Bart said.

“May I come in?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder like she thought someone might see her.

“Please,” Bart said, gesturing for her to enter. He closed the door and turned to face her, but instead of finding her there waiting for his attention to return to her, Mirilla threw herself into his arms, kissing him passionately as she pressed her body against his.

Bart did not hesitate. He was not one to question good fortune whenever it happened to show itself. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, he kissed her back, curling his fingers in her hair and yanking her head back to bite erotically at her throat.

Mirilla moaned and gave him access to her throat.

“Mirilla?” he asked, his deep voice husky with desire.

She didn’t answer.

“Mirilla!” he insisted.

She opened her dazed eyes and slowly raised her head to see what he wanted.

“If you don’t want where this is going, you need to leave now.”

“Why would I do that? I came all the way over here for what’s coming next.”

Bart’s eyes widened and his smile returned as he grabbed her up in his arms and lunged for the bed. Together they fell onto the mattress, laughing as they bounced. He sat up and looked down at her, lying before him, waiting for him to take the next step. He started unbuttoning her blouse, his fingers fumbling in his rush to get her clothes off.

Mirilla laughed softly, amused at his frustration at her clothes barring him from his ultimate goal. Taking pity on him, she took over managing the buttons on her blouse from him, removing it in no time and tossing it aside.

Bart quickly removed his pajama pants and tore his teeshirt over his head while watching her remove the remainder of her clothing.

Mirilla stopped mid-movement, her eyes leisurely roving first down, then back up Bart’s body. She took the time to appreciate his muscular, tanned thighs, the ‘V’ of his abdomen muscles as his hips sloped into his pelvic region, the power in his chest and shoulders, then the beauty and strength in his square jaw and high cheekbones. But what had her melting on the spot was the absolute adoration in his eyes when hers met his. “Bart,” she whispered.

“I’ve relived loving you, touching you, so many times since we were last together. I’d almost accepted that it would never happen again.”

“I had accepted it. I’m so very happy that I was wrong.”

“So am I. I need you near me, Mirilla. Not just for tonight.”

Mirilla nodded as she smiled at him through the happy tears that misted her eyes.

Standing at the foot of the bed, he held out his hand to her.

Mirilla slid almost to the end of the bed and placed her hand in his.

Bart pulled her the rest of the way, then into a seated position with her feet on the floor.

As she smiled up at him, he went to his knees in front of her, kissing her as he ran his hands over her body.

“Lie back,” he said.

Without hesitation, Mirilla lay back.

Bart took hold of both her ankles and lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, positioning her so that there was no part of her that he couldn’t see. He leaned forward, opening his mouth as he went.

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