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    “So.”
    He grinned. “So.”
    “Lots of party plans today?” She wiggled and the sheet rubbed against the hard-on he’d had since he’d woken up with her in his arms.
    “Don’t know yet. I doubt it. Have no idea what the boys are doing.” He leaned up and kissed her gently. “Don’t really care what they’re doing.” He knew what he planned to do and that was spend more time with the woman lying on him. “What are your plans for the day?”
    “Well, rich boy, I gotta go to work.”
    Of course she did. Most people did. He’d had meetings slated for this week himself until he’d been ambushed by his brothers.
    “Not just yet, you don’t. We still have time.” He trailed his fingers along her spine, her skin smooth beneath his hands. He caressed her back, cupped her ass and pulled her harder against him as he continued to kiss her, sliding his lips over hers. He’d learned the taste of her, the feel of her skin under his hands, under his lips, against his skin. He knew the way she shivered if he kissed her just there behind her ear.
    She shivered now as he ran his tongue up her neck.
    “I’ll be late,” she whispered on a moan.
    “I’ll hurry,” he told her, breathing deep the scent on her skin—flowers and herbs.
    “That’s what you said last time,” she moaned as he jerked the sheet from between them and her skin met his, her supple breasts smashing against his chest, her nipples berry hard and begging for attention.
    “Last time I lied.” He cupped one perfect breast and circled her nipple with his thumb. He’d learned through the night things she liked, things she didn’t, what brought her closer to the edge. “I can do quick.”
    “Oh, sugar, you can definitely handle quick, and slow and anything else you please so well—” She broke off on a moan as he licked her breast before pulling the center into his mouth.
    “Glad you noticed,” he said against her. “This time, I don’t want you to be late.”
    Their bodies moved in the early morning light. She was sensuous, sexy, and so alive. So damned real his breath caught. He slid a hand down between them, found her slick and ready with desire, just as he had every time they’d come together.
    Her eyes met his just as he slid into her hot, wet sheath.
    Looking down on him. For a moment, a memory, jagged and from before , sliced into his brain, freezing him.
    She stilled and leaned over, curling into his chest, kissing him softly as her small hands cupped his face. “What’s wrong?”
    He opened his mouth and shook his head, closing his eyes, concentrating on Ella. On her blue hair, which surprisingly pulled a grin from him. The way she smelled, the way she felt, the way she fit against him, on him, with him . . .
    It was different.
    She was different, this was all different.
    He opened his eyes and stared directly into hers. Quinlan started to roll her under him. Instead he rolled so that they lay staring at each other.
    Her hands still held his face. “It’s okay, whatever it is.”
    His eyes slid closed as he thrust up into her, glad the earlier memory hadn’t shriveled his cock.
    “It’s you and it’s more than okay,” he said against her lips. “You, Ella, are amazing.” He hiked her leg up over his hip and thrust into her harder, loving that little mewl right there, that sound in her throat when he hit that spot just right inside her tight sweet body.
    Her tongue teased his lips. “Look at me, Quin. See me.”
    He opened his eyes again and saw her watching him, her eyes more blue with green striations leading to the amber flecks near the center. He loved the way the colors shifted in her eyes as they made love. “I do.”
    She moved her hand and he caught her left wrist, tracing the letters of love that scrolled up her inner wrist with his tongue. He loved her tattoos.
    Her shiver danced through him. For long moments their bodies undulated in a slow buildup. But he knew it wouldn’t last. She was like fire in