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sink. He’d found that out the hard way once when he’d
simply left everything out in the main room after a party.
    Kane
locked the balcony door, made sure the shade was secure, and then he gathered
up the personal items they’d left in the main room and returned to the bedroom.
He watched Julianne sleep for a few moments, wondering if she hadn’t wandered
into his office Monday morning if he ever would have seen her again. So many
times during the past five years he’d almost called her, but pride had
prevented him from doing so.
    He’d
made a lot of incorrect assumptions about her this past week, although in his
defense, not without good reason. She really had changed, and he didn’t believe
it was possible for people to do that. Not completely. Was she playing him? No.
He didn’t believe that either. The only thing that did concern him was who this
source was. From what Julianne had divulged, the source obviously worked for
him, and had lied at least once. That made her potentially dangerous.
    Kane
hadn’t built his ancestor’s company into what it was today by being nonchalant
when it came to the security of the business, or the loyalty of his employees.
He needed to figure out a way Julianne could name this source without
compromising her integrity as a journalist.
    For
now, he crawled on the bed and kissed her ass cheeks. They were still pink, but
the puffiness had abated somewhat. That she had allowed him to do what he’d
done still amazed him. Who would have guessed that Julianne Wallis had a kinky
side? She came across as a hard-nosed, smart-mouthed reporter. The contrast
between that image and a woman who let him put her over his knees and paddle
her was intoxicating.
    She
stirred in her sleep, so he rolled her onto her back and opened her legs,
kissing up and down her thighs. He loved the smell of a woman after sex, all
warm and funky. It made him want to plunge his dick into her again, but if they
did that, they might never leave this loge tonight.
    Julianne’s
eyelids fluttered, and she opened her eyes all the way and smiled. “I was
afraid I’d dreamed the whole thing.”
    “ You didn’t. Time to get dressed. We’re going back to
my apartment for round two.”
    She
laughed. “Who won the first round?”
    He
leaned over to kiss her mouth. “I did.” Then he took her hand and pulled her to
her feet before he changed his mind and stayed here with her all night.
    “ Who decided that you won it?”
    “ I did.”
    She
giggled. “I must have missed the rules.”
    “ I won because you’re still here and naked.”
    “ Oh, I see. Then why should I get dressed?”
    He
frowned. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have while horny as hell. It
would kill the mood stone cold dead. “Because I have more toys back home than I
do here.”
    Her
delighted smile sent a wave of relief coursing through him. “Excellent. In that
case, please hand me my clothes.”
    Once
they were outside, she asked who had won the hockey game. “We did, and before I
forget to tell you this, I owe you an apology. I should have escorted you here,
not asked you to meet me.”
    “ Kane, it’s all right. I had fun on the trolley. There
were a lot of Demon fans, and it got me in the mood for the game. They were fun
and silly. It made the ride go faster.”
    It
hadn’t occurred to Kane until just now that she’d had to take the trolley here.
He lived within walking distance but realized he had no clue where she lived.
“Next time I’ll behave more like a gentleman. In fact, I’ll start right now. Do
you need to return home before we go to my place?”
    “ No. I brought along what I might need in case I spent
the night with you.”
    His
heart did a weird fluttery thing at her words. “So, you weren’t kidding. You
really did hope we’d make love tonight.”
    She
stopped walking and put her arms around him. “Yes, I did hope that. I meant
everything I said tonight. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all this