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exploded under him, bucking and arching as her pleasure consumed her. He kept stroking her to keep the climax going until her cries became almost painful.
    Finally, her desire-addled eyes focused on him, and he drowned inside her.
    “Robert,” she whispered breathlessly, reaching up to touch his face.
    His heart exploded in joy as he came, heartbeats and thrusts in time as he filled her, his climax rocking him and shaking him for longer than he had ever experienced before.
    “My Ava,” he gasped, reaching down to kiss her fiercely, feeling her soft lips yield to his insistence. “My love.”
    She pulled him down onto her, inviting him to drop his weight onto her entirely, and for a blessed moment of relief, he did. Her arms grew soft and tender as she loosened her legs from around his waist and let them side down his own legs so that they were still tangled.
    Everything. She was everything now. He knew it. She was the key to the legend, but more than that. She was the woman he loved.

    * * * *

    Ava was awakened by coffee and kisses. She stretched out under the covers, savoring the smell of the coffee before opening her eyes to see a fully dressed Robert bending over her and smiling down into her eyes.
    “Good morning,” she mumbled contentedly. She glanced around the room, glad to see that everything seemed to be behaving itself and looking completely normal in the gray daylight. Last night…no, she pushed the thought to the side. She needed coffee and a shower before she would tackle thinking about last night, about all of last night.
    “Good morning, love,” Robert replied. “I made you coffee. Cream and sugar. I hope that's okay.”
    “Perfect. Wow, it's early. It's only seven.”
    Robert chuckled. “Some of us have to work, despite the fact that it's a Tuesday morning.”
    “Editing a dissertation is work,” she replied mock indignantly, sitting up and holding the sheet around her as she reached for the coffee. “So, tell me what your job is.”
    “I'm a civil engineer,” Robert replied. “I focus mainly on coastal engineering and water management. And, before you ask, Declan is the harbor master for Blue Moon Harbor, and Sean owns an auto repair shop. However, we work because we choose to, not because we need to.”
    “You don't need to work?” Ava repeated, confused.
    “No,” Robert replied with a rueful smile. “There is a hefty family fortune that has been several centuries in the making and could sustain the family for several more centuries.”
    She laughed bemusedly. “You all are like you just stepped out of a gothic romance. Three mysterious brothers in a mansion by the sea, an old family fortune, a town haunted by ghosts and demons.”
    “Truth is stranger than fiction,” he replied, his smile vanishing, and something much harder taking its place. “I want you to move into the mansion with us. You’re not safe here.”
    Damn! Why did he have to bring all that stuff up before she was ready? She stifled the irritation she felt, like when a student asked her a question she wasn’t quite prepped for. Deliberately, she sipped her coffee, forcing herself to savor the heat, the sweet and bitter mixed flavors, the sensation of it going down her throat.
    “I am not going to move anywhere except back to Boston in a month,” she said calmly. The words sounded weird to her, but she pushed that aside and continued. “I agree that something happened here last night, something that was not good. However, I am going to handle this my way—and before you object,” she said, raising her hand to cut off the words that she knew were on his lips. “Even if my dissertation topic didn’t involve extensive research into demonology, I’ve seen enough horror movies to know what to do and what not to do.”
    She managed a wry smile up at Robert, trying to hide the fact that deep inside her, she felt an insistent need to be near him and with him. Moving to the mansion with him and Declan and Sean